Vinliam oneshots ★

"F-ck the monarchy" (1) (Monarchical au)

(Currently obsessed with this au so stay annoyed, cos i will be writing ab this
A few times!)

"Papa?"
An older chap lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow, "Vincent".

Vincent stood silent a gaze focused on his father, waiting for permission to presence. "Come boy, sit", Vincent smiled faintly making a gesture towards him. "You wanted to speak to me, sir?", The greyish black haired man turned his chair facing his eldest, Vincent picked up on the movements of his father placing a maroon box in front of him. "Sir?", "You shall not question me further, it has come to my decision, not just as your king—but as your father". Vincent still stuck with a questionable expression, leaned forward a sign he was listening to his majesty.

"That little...boy toy of yours, the employed in royal administration", Vincents face turned to a sudden pale, his eyes shot open, as he clenched his fists. The elder man sat up straight "Word has reached me, this is your desire", "Fathe-" Vincent stuttered shoulders tensing. "Give up the crown for this 'unanimous' decision, betray the monarchy hm?".

"Your investiture being in only 5 months?, the bloody months i wasted preparing you for this chapter, you are a descendant of me" The elder man slammed his hand on the box with words containing 'his royal highness', Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose, squinting his eyes. "This will effect my image, the country's perspective on me" The bigger man sighed, "This will not do, i shall impose i- ". A creak could be heard from the door as a royal administrator stepped in. "What is it, Albert". "The prime-minister. Your majesty, has requested to see you" Sigh, The elder man rose from his seat, a guard tucking his sitting in, "We will speak about this another day, perhaps accompany me to Kensington".

Vincent raised his head, obvious sweat on his forehead. "You were saying?, you shall impose what", The dark haired man grinned. "I shall post-pond your investiture, and look for stability" Vincent threw a confused look, "No man could simply pleasure you, you need to engage a woman, stability. You will descendant our family" Vincent shot up off his seat, before he could protest. "If his majesty could follow me please".

Vincent scoffed lighting a cigar, "Stability my fucking arse".

(Should i make a book about this?, I'm lowkey determined to carry this on lolol)