bakerstreet | and we'll never be

oh god royal aus shipping meme

honestly, who doesn't want an excuse to be a prince/ss for a day (or life)?

how
1. Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line. If you have a preference, note whether you'd rather play royalty and/or the person interacting with royalty who perhaps is not that thing.
2. Tag others by rolling for a prompt using rng. Or tag by "rolling" and not just "straight up picking" what you want. Or straight up pick what you want. It's a free internet.
3. Stick it to everyone who said you'd never be royals, brah.

prompts
everyone's royals
a. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it” au
b. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” au
c. “my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding here in your country and i feel like a bad person for enjoying it but you're hella cute” au
d. "i came out to negotiate a peace treaty with you tonight but honestly i feel personally victimized by your hotness and the way you say the word 'partnership'" au
e. "on the one hand i'm really glad you're better at hiding from the paparazzi than i am but on the other hand you dragged us into this closet now what" au

not everyone's royals
a. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways” au
b. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re my bodyguard and we’re so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways” au (bonus: limo sex is great sex)
c. “i grew up not knowing i was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me i was so now i guess i’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but i still have a crush on you” au (aka princess diaries style)
d. “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
e. "i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs” au
f. “my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” au

prompts from this delightful tumblr post. so all brilliance points to underworldwrites; none to me.

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[Three years Yancy Becket has been apart of the security detail to the Hansen family, three years he's been assigned to watching over the youngest of the princes after being plucked from the top of his class. Maybe he was picked for that, maybe it was because he was just young and more agreeable to Charles—"Chuck, he prefers, if there's no time for titles", he was told by the boy's father.

Princess, as it turned out, was the teasingly endearing (and private) nickname Yancy had for his charge after a few incidences, when he was sure the kid didn't hate him and he slipped up saying goodnight over a year and a half ago. But he owed up to it then and there, there was no repercussion and so the joke lived on. Especially when Chuck took too long getting ready for an event.

Ones they were almost always late to—like the one today. The venue was practically an hour away and they should have left ten minutes ago. Checking his watch again Yancy sighs, turning to knock on the suite door before using his keycard to get in.] How are we doing in there, princess? [He calls from the front room.] That tie giving you trouble?

I’m comin’, I’m comin’!

[ Is the muffled shout from behind the closed door. He’s busy making sure that his bowtie is perfect and that he’s got the right amount of cologne on so as to make an impression but not drown anyone. Things like this are important. ]

Don’t get your panties all twisted up, Christ.

[ He’s grumbling when he finally opens the door, a vision in his steel colored tux, nails manicured and face freshly shaven. ]

They’re not gonna cancel if we’re a bit late.

[Yancy swears to god he's like a damn nanny most of the time. In that charming, affectionate, almost older mentor sort of way. If the older mentor had a crush, because he's nannying a fucking handsome prince and how could you not? He buries that though, as best and often as he can.

Sometimes he can't help staring, like now, and feeling humble as shit in his dinky little off-brand black suit.

He can pull himself out of the clouds though, smiling as he huffs and approaches the prince.] No, they're not going to cancel, that's true. [Because its your early surprise birthday party, he thinks to himself.] But my employer, his majesty—your father, you remember him—made it vaguely clear that he'll have my ass on a silver platter if you're late anymore.

So, [With a tilt of his head, Yancy reaches to gently straighten the knot of Chuck's tie and smooth it down to the clip before tucking it in to fit into that steel jacket.] We have to get going.

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[ He's going to kill everyone when he finds out what's in store. He thinks it's just some bullshit meeting or whatever he's obligated to attend. ]

I'm your employer too, mate.

[ He tips his head and lets Yancy straighten him out, grumbling the whole time about what a load of crap this is. ]

Yeah, fine. Let's go.

Yeah. You are, technically. [Yancy gives a lighthearted little chortle, mostly at the offended tone Chuck takes on.] Though the harsh reality is you don't sign my checks; you just tell me what to do. [When there isn't a threat, anyway. Which was most of the time.]

But I guess if you wanted to keep me around, you could always put in a good word. [Once he's done preening on Chuck—who's plenty preened already—he winks at the younger before heading to the door.

And before he opens it:] Maybe leave out the part about all those itches we've scratched.

I'll be signin' 'em one day, love.

[ He tosses Yancy a smirk, dimples flashing before turning to grab his wallet and stuff it in his pocket. ]

I reckon I could do that...

[ He's pouncing Yancy from behind though, chest to back, hips pressing against his ass. ]

You come in handy.

You're going to keep me as security even when when I'm old and gray? [His voice gives away a silent "How sweet," razzing when he says:] I'm flattered.

[But Chuck's smirk is damning all the same and Yancy can't stare because they have to go. Which is partly why the younger gets the better of him. Partly. He can't really deny the perks of the job or how much fun it is to take care of them, for that mater.]

Protect and serve; [His grin seeps into his tone as Yancy shifts and pushes his hips back.] Anything for my princess.

Why wouldn't I?

[ He purrs in Yancy's ear, grinding against him, hands settling on the cut of Yancy's hips. ]

Anything, ey?

I can't think of a reason, [He breathes sharply, grinning.] Fully vetted; probably the best in the business by then. I'll certainly know you even better.

[Yancy chuckles something low and amused at Chuck's movements, reaching for for a handful of the younger's ass to squeeze in quiet encouragement.]

Absolutely.

[ He squeezes Chuck's ass and Chuck reaches around and gently gropes at his cock through his dress pants, lips twisted into a little smirk. ]

Well then. What if I said I'd rather you fucked me into the mattress than go to this shindig?

[Licking his lips, a low of hum of satisfaction leaves Yancy at the grope, which quickly dissolves into laughter when Chuck diverts.]

That sounds fantastic, [And he means it; he'd much rather spend the day like that. Yancy even turns around to nuzzle a kiss out of Chuck, this time using both hands to squeeze his backside.]

What if I countered with fucking you into the backseat of your limo on the way to this shindig?

[ Uh yeah, Chuck would rather spend the day in bed with his bodyguard.

As...against policy as it is. ]

...Hm. I'd say...if that's the only way to get your dick in me. And bring the lube.

[ he gon be so mad when it turns out to be a fucking birthday party ]

and we'll never be

Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim

not everyone; b basically, aND I CAN CHANGE IT if it isn't ok just let me know lmfasdj

lmao princess

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