#lmltf

[basiicphysics-a]

          “ you know-- ” they’d been quiet for a while, fingers interlocked over his chest. the comfortable quiet had almost lulled him into sleep, something that at one point in his life had seemed next to impossible, but now, with her beside him, was as routine as breathing. now he broke that silence, a content smile on his face. “ i don’t think i’ve ever been happier in my entire life. ”

( @surviivethis gets a fluff-tastic starter )

[deucalionsdarcymoved]

          ‘   if i break my diet for pineapple pizza does it still count as cheating or is it one of my five a day?   ’

[azgona-a-blog]

International Headlines

( The Csar (king) and Csarina ( queen ) are dead and Ursa is no where in sight )

[youngcst-a]

               ❛     get in,   looser.   we’re going for BRUNCH.     ❜  

closed                 @trueheda    !

[trueheda]

               what is a count. the question has come across the poor child’s ears more often than not. what to do with a child that was far too bright for her age, and had no parents to speak of. the word count came into english from the french comte, itself from latin comes — in its accusative comitem — meaning “companion”, and later “companion of the emperor, delegate of the emperor”.and thus when a bright promising star of the royal tree finds herself alone at the bitter age of four, she’s quickly brought in to the royal palace. raised by the crown family and spent the days of her life, earning each little aspect of how to retain her life here, once her status as a ward would no longer be eligible to use as an excuse to keep her newfound family. it’s a strange situation to say the least. the country’s little shining star, known for her elegant presence on talk shows and eloquent com ments on political affairs from a very young age... and yet they say there’s a dark side to the star. a bloody mary in the making. but in order to know the full story one has to start on the camping trip that started it all.

its a hunting trip in russia that sparks the controversy. the count and his wife had never been in the news before, keeping a rather low profile the nightbloods     ( name )     by itself had always caught far too much of it. so it’s no wonder that the family preferred to stay as far away from the limelight as possible. well off but not nearly as wealthy as generations past, it was a quaint and kind living, that would have gone fairly unnoticed.... if it hadn’t been for the incident. the family is set to be missing for a week. a family hunting and camping trip in the russian forests. but when the family doesn't return it takes three days to send out a search party for the royals, sparking a nation wide panic. and another five to find the four year old by herself sitting in a bloody tent, eating a granola bar and asking for her mother. ------- the mother is never found. the father isn’t either. they search for months, but the girl is the only survivor of the trip, or at least... the only one that’s found. and while caretakers are assigned to her while the search continues, it quickly becomes evident that she will need to be taken in somewhere permanently, or sent into the state to decide what to deal with her.  with no immediate family to speak of and godparents being unable to take her in due to various inhibitions the little girl’s whereabouts are left in the air for about four months. until the crown family reaches out a hand offers safety, and to take the girl in. promising she’ll be raised as one of their own.

she grows up as a baby sister in the palace. all while knowing that she’ll never quite fit in. she’s not a princess. nor is she likely to become one anytime soon. but she’s bright and quick to pick things up even from an early age. skips the first three years of primary school. and manages to charm her way into circles where she shouldn’t. by age fifteen she’s almost done with secondary school and already appearing on morning news channels as a spokesperson for the royal family, all while attending mixed martial arts classes at night. she’s an ace. a baby doll and a vixen. starts university at age sixteen and quickly decides to study international law with a minor in political science. and while she’s attending she never once quits doing her public appearances and doing her best to keep grades up in school. at age eighteen she moves out of the palace. and back into her childhood home still under the nighblood name it’s been empty for years and is large and empty. but seeing as she stays in her apartment adjacent to campus for the majority of the year it doesn't ever seem that lonely. though she has found herself walking along the empty corridors filling herself with resolve to do them proud.

and despite how hard she words. there’s still rumors that swirl that as a four year old she murdered her parents. that she’s going to steal one of the princes. that she’s after the crown. but all she wants is to serve to work hard. and to maybe... for once... find that feeling that she belongs again. that she lost... fifteen years ago. 

ontari nightblood. nineteen. countess of norway.

[snowedheart]

@azgona gets a lmltf!starter

                               “ Are you sure okay ? ” he whispered quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder as he pulled her into a small hug. It was a strange situation to be in ---- he wasn’t sure what to say to her, having only seen her on occasion up until this point. And never in an intimate situation. Though he understood where she was coming from ---- having been though it himself when he was younger. “ I’m here for you darling, anything you need. ”

[azgona-a-blog]

 LMLTF starter w/ @challengedloyalty

                    They kicked her out. They kicked her out of her best friends’ room, and all she can do is stare at the door unable to move. It all happened so fast. She hasn’t changed, yeah she could do it now but she couldn’t make her legs move she could hardly comprehend what was all happening around her the constant hum of someone trying to talk to her, of doctors whispering but the heavy sound of someone storming towards her wasn’t new. Her head whipped to the man coming towards her. “She’s asleep. Doctors don’t want anyone in there.”

[basiicphysics-a]

MONTY’S UNOFFICIAL PRIVATE INSTAGRAM

top row:

get u a girl who looks @ u like raven looks at jasper #ohwaitialreadydid #thesecutefuckers #2cute4u

have u ever seen such a beautiful sight?? #ilovemygirlfriend #howdoesherhairdothething

dude we’re getting the band back together! #wheresdarcy #whenwilldarcycomebackfrommaternalwar #bonusblakeaction

bottom row:

he’s old #birthdayboy #hemightbetheprinceoffrance #butheisthekingofdrama

the boys r back #imissedhisstupidface #praying4hissoul

5 stars, 2 thumbs up (only one shown), 10/10. will love forever. #andsleepwithagain

( @icarusque, @othcrsidex, @surviivethis, @spacebuilt, @deucalionsdarcy )

[basiicphysics-a]

( @icarusque​ gets a verse starter )

          “ so how to i look? ” monty had no clue what tux protocol was for weddings-- or rather, when it’s your wedding, so naturally he went to visit the person he trusted the most on almost all important decisions: raven. he stood in front of her, feeling more than a little foolish, his arms held up on either side of him like he was jesus or something. 

                   “should I do a twirl or something?”

[basiicphysics-a]

//omg this is monty in the lmltf verse fuck me up

[basiicphysics-a]

//y’all should like for a boys night out gv starter monty is ready to fuck shit up

[basiicphysics-a]

prince montgomery green of luxembourg

          prince montgomery green, known by those close to him as monty, was born the only child and heir to the king and queen of luxembourg. he grew up in the ancient castle and right in the spotlight. despite that he was raised exceedingly down to earth ( all things considered ) and with a lot of love and positive attention from his folks. however, he learned from a young age that he was expected to be the country’s golden boy-- not just his parents’. too smart to just sit around the castle and play the role of perfect prince, monty soon grew restless of royal life and was eager to go out and see the world. his friendship with the impulsive prince jasper of belgium only exacerbated his restlessness and as the two reached into their teenage years, monty had gained a reputation for trouble. when he was sent away to norway, the young prince found exactly what he needed: a community and family outside the confines of the stuffy old castle. while still known for his drunken exploits, since spending time is oslo, he’s also gained skills in patience, mediation, and leadership.

         for a while, things seemed be be ideal: in norway he could feel relaxed and free from the prying eyes of his country, returning every so often for some publicity stunt or another. it was during this time that monty met harper mcintyre, an art collector, who was more beautiful than all the pieces she accumulated. he fell and fell fast-- giving his heart to her as freely as he could, forgetting for a while that there was any reason he shouldn’t. as time continued, soon his relationship to harper expanded, prince jasper and princess raven of spain also joining in their little bubble of love until the four became inseparable in every way. it was easy to pretend that everything would stay as it was forever: full of fun and love and excitement.

         although he had been very close to his parents growing up, his time in norway had estranged them slightly-- though there was never any malice between them. things began to stir up when the tabloids caught whiff of monty and harper’s affair-- though the scandal was soon covered up through bribes and bigger news. however the damage was already done. monty returned to luxembourg to talk to his parents about what had happened and maintain some damage control. it was then that he found out something that turned everything upside down: the king, his father, was sick. very sick. the kind of sick people don’t get better from. it was being kept under wraps, had been for some time. but soon they wouldn’t be able to keep it from the public and when the time came, there needed to be someone to step up.

         now monty’s home, days crammed full of meetings and tests-- tests to see if he has what it takes to fill his father’s shoes. there isn’t time to feel, even as his father lays dying in his chambers, only to promote #kingmonty2k17. his uncertain reputation risking his entire family’s claim to rule. from everywhere he looks he gets advice, ways to groom him into being the perfect replacement, the country’s golden boy at last. but he doesn’t want it, any of it, and everything is happening too fast. although it risks almost everything, harper and their dog are currently staying with him, the only reason he hasn’t completely lost himself in this volley for power.

                 but it’s only a matter of time before... well, the future. one way or another.

UPDATED 05.07.2017.

relationships.

Harper McIntyre ( GIRLFRIEND )

Prince Jasper Jordan of Belgium ( BEST FRIEND )

Princess Raven Reyes of Spain ( FRIEND)

Octavia Blake ( FRIEND )

Princess Darcy Deucalion of Norway ( FRIEND )

[youngcst-a]

[    text  ;  braced babe    ]       so i’m thinking we should definitely do something before the gala?    [    text  ;  braced babe    ]       i kind of want a distraction yaknow?    

closed               @icarusque    !

[basiicphysics-a]

( @nineteenminutes gets this degrassi level Drama™ )

          he was trying very hard not to panic as he quickly pulled on a pair of gucci sweats with a raggedy old t-shirt he’d gotten at a phish concert several years back. it was a very different look than the prince was supposed to be putting on, but right now, his appearance was the last thing on his mind. hair still mussed up from a recent nap, he grabbed his coat and was out the door in less than a minute.

          the walk over, usually filled with an excited anticipation, couldn’t help but feel like a walk to the gallows. he chided himself for thinking that-- for equating the possibility of new life to something so morbid, but there was no other feeling he could put to this. he wanted to be calmer, to think about all the good that could come from this, but on his own, with his own obligations bearing down on him, it was next to impossible.

          when he walked in and saw her, however, all of his own worries melted away. harper looked so scared-- something he had never truly seen. maybe when they talked about the future and his return to luxembourg. but this was different. absentmindedly letting his coat drop to the floor, monty walked over to her, gathering her in his arms and placing a long, soft kiss on the top of her head.

          “it’ll be okay.” he hadn’t believed it on the walk over, but now, with her in his arms, there was nothing he believed more. after a while, he took a step back, eyes meeting hers. “have you taken it yet?”

[basiicphysics-a]

( @nineteenminutes gets this piece of fluff )

          monty’s bed had always felt too big, like within the plush sheets and feathery mattress he would melt away and disappear forever. that is, until harper started sharing it with him. in the crumpled sheets and dying heat of their intimacy, her head was resting on his bare chest, their fingers interlocked right over his heart. there were many things he missed about his home in Luxembourg, but in this moment he knew that if he ever returned, there would be something he would miss infinitely more: HER.

          the quiet was an amicable one, something the young prince had long ago learned was hard to come by. but there was no need for words, the two young adults content in this bubble that they were in. that is, until the real world would attempt to pop it. this affair ( for anything unofficial involving monty could only be considered such ) had been going on for a while, longer than anyone, even jasper, knew. but time hadn’t diminished what monty had felt for harper since the moment they had first kissed. if anything, with each moment together, he grew more and more-- but even in his thoughts, the word felt taboo. though he knew what it was. had known for quite some time. lifting the hand not tangled with hers, monty began to gently comb his fingers through her sweat damped hair, relishing the sensations of the combined heat of their cooling bodies, the silky softness of her hair, the way she smelled so distinctly harper.

          why shouldn’t he think it? hell, why shouldn’t he say it? the thoughts were hazardous, but the rational part of his mind was melting with every moment they lay there.

          “hey harps,” his voice was soft, tenderness reaching to his gaze as his eyes found hers. “i--” he hesitated. not because he wan’t sure of what he was about to say. he was. he had never been more sure of anything before in his life. no, it was the fact that he knew that his words would be dangerous. but what was life without a little danger? “i love you.”

[snowedheart]

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