#au threads

It wasn’t because of the crown which seemed to attract all sorts of people to the Pharaoh.

And it wasn’t completely his looks even though he was really nice to look at.

The slave had fallen because of the way the king, his pharaoh, his Atem, carried himself in the different aspects of his life; the duality of who he was in the public eye and who he was behind a closed door. 

For the public, he was their leader. He was their living god. He was... theirs and would always be theirs. The king was fire and justice and, if the need arose, vengeance bound in human form. The slave had noticed the distance in the king’s eyes the very first time they met when the pharaoh had been all those things at once.

The change happened the moment Atem was in his private chambers. The moment the crown and all its heavy glory lifted from his tangled locks, suddenly he was lighter. He was kinder. He wasn’t the king, but just a man weary from a long day. He lacked his usual assertiveness and the edge of his confidence dulled just enough to make him... softer, more real. He was a man in private, not the god-king that people expected him to be.

And it was those softer moments, when they were safe to be together completely, that the slave sought after most.

@promisesandcontradiction

Yuri walked in the shadows of the people around him, slanted eyes stripped of its child-like innocence, and as the moon hung low above the dark sky, he observed. Two paces ahead was a man in a suit. He swung a briefcase in one hand while he walked. Yuri briefly considered making him a target, but decided against it upon noticing the sewed-up patches on the man’s shoulder. The man glanced at his wristwatch. More patches. He ain’t loaded for sure, he concluded, and redirected his attention elsewhere.

The next time his eyes perked, he was looking at long silver hair. The person walked with poise and dignity painted his stance. He quickened his pace in order to see their face, shocked to discover he was a man.

Well, whatever. Gender had nothing to do with what he wanted out of this. He had already set his sights on this particular man and fell quickly in line behind his target. He kept walking until the crowd thinned, until it was practically just the two of them in a darkened street. The man walked with leisure, while Yuri caught up to him with increasing steps, eyes fixed on the wallet bulging richly in the pocket of the man’s pants.

[Shutters] - Shut-in AU [Android] - Android/robot AU

——- Five Nights at Freddy’s AU

[Dead] - Dead AU

——- Zombie AU ——- Ghost AU

[Scientist] - Ultor Scientist AU [Chaos] - Dark Magic AU [Twisted] - Dark Emperor AU [Unreal] - Stranded AU [Godmode] - *WIP AU* [Superhero]

——— Comic Book AU ——— Comic Hero AU

It wasn't something that he started.

It just so happened that he had a little bit of suppressed tension from getting chewed out by his professor yesterday. It just so happened that he woke up feeling more tired than he was when he went to bed last night, and it just so happened that when he decided to go get some fresh air, he had managed to run into an old lady getting mugged by a gang of thugs (and since the policeman nearby looked as if he wasn't about to get off his ass and do something about it, Yuri took it upon himself to do the man's job for him) and before he knew it this guy with the ugliest goatee he'd ever seen was throwing him a left hook in some dark and dingy alleyway.

Yuri slid to the right with practiced footwork, knees apart, and dashed forward to elbow Mr. Goatee in the gut. Hard. The guy fell on his knees and before he knew it there were sounds of coughing all over the place, but those didn't block out the clumsy set of footsteps from behind.

Turning sharply, he met eyes with a bald dude that had an eagle tattoo on the right side of his head, grinned, and took advantage of his speed by bending down and planting one on the guy's chin. He flew back and landed square on his ass; Yuri didn't mean to laugh.

And he shouldn't have, since the anger rose up to their eyes in flames and somehow it made them faster. Mr. Goatee had already recovered, but when Yuri tried to avoid a punch from him, he ended up tripping and falling into the arms of yet another thug. And no, not in a romantic sense. Brr.

They had him in a headlock, and as Yuri struggled to break free, Bald Eagle took this chance to grab hold of Yuri's shoulders and knee him on the stomach. His insides burned and he felt his knees almost give way, but the ground beneath his feet and the way he was being held so tightly prevented him from falling on his hands and feet and going on a coughing streak of his own.

Lovers are Always Doomed-  Usagi/Mamoru

Verse: Hate that I Love You- Usagi Mamoru Snowed In A New Year's Miracle

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I'm going to go ahead and move all my AU threads (on silentcarol) to this blog. There aren't really enough to justify leaving them on a separate blog. Tumblr is bad enough at telling me when someone replies to something without spreading things across three blogs.