#(👑) [ golden prince of my heart ]

[stellamarium]

Found a new favourite neka https://www.neka.cc/composer/12936

[the-golden-comet]

✨👑Character Profile Tag 👑✨

Thank you for this tag, @willtheweaver , here @paeliae-occasionally , @mundanemoongirl here, @illarian-rambling here, @theink-stainedfolk here, and here @saturnine-saturneight ! 💛✨

Okay, PETER TAKE A SEAT. We’re gonna let BENJAMIN answer this. ✨

Name: Benjamin Matthias Bartholomew

Nickname: Benji

Kind of Being: Human

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Appearance:

“Prince Benjamin was a red-headed dynamo: short hair with long strands in front of his freckled lobes, lining the contour of his soft jawline. A slender-bodied, slightly curved twink dressed in royal purple silk. He, too, had side-swept bangs to cover his slightly-sunburned forehead. His face was also dotted in many freckles that extended down his neck, past his shoulder and arms. He rolled his emerald green eyes as he crossed his arms across his chest.”

Occupation: Prince of Port Mayor

Family members: Father—Matthias Bartholomew (Duke of Port Mayor), mother unknown

Pets: None

Best friend: None

Describe his/her room:

Finally, swinging first his arms over the window pane, then his legs, Peter tucked and rolled inside the lavish room. It was adorned with golden accents, royal purple sheets, and heavily ornamented furniture. Standing quickly, the blonde pirate dusted off his hands and took stock.

“Right….” He looked around the room, observing his surroundings. “….Vanity, check. Wardrobe, check…..hm?” Peter knelt down on one knee and looked underneath the bed. A few sheets were preemptively tied together, as if the person this room belonged to had been planning an escape. “Ah, well that makes my job easy…..”

The Golden Pirate pulled out the makeshift rope, pulling the sheets taut as he tested the integrity of the tied ends. “….Though, whoever made this needs a few tips on tying knots….” Peter reinforced the sheets in his own sailor knots, satisfied that they would hold his weight. Then, he draped the rope of sheets over the bottom of the window, outside the room as they billowed down to a foot above the ground. Tying the other end tightly to the foot of the heavy bed, he secured his exit and got to work scavenging the room for loot.

Way of speaking: British accent, speaks like a royal.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): very dynamic, perpetually pissed off, carries himself like a prince not because he wants to, but because that’s what he had to do in the castle.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: nothing

Hobbies: Ballroom Dancing, writing.

Favorite sports: Cricket 🏏

Abilities/Talents/Powers: Bilingual (English and French), somehow being both the luckiest and unluckiest man alive.

Relationships (how he/she is with other people): distrusting, gradually has to warm up to the person

Fears: Megalophobia, Hemophobia

Faults: naive, cynical, lofty daydreamer, idealistic, abrasive, blunt

Has Vasovagal Syncope with triggers from blood (more of a medical condition than a fault)

Good points: fiercely loyal, can stand his ground, knows exactly what he wants, shows bravery in multiple instances of fear.

What he/she wants more than anything else: To be loved by a man who adamantly loves him back, a romantic at heart. To have freedom to love who he wants, and live the life he wants.

Tag! @tragedycoded , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @authorcoledipalo , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , @drchenquill , @finickyfelix , @autism-purgatory , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @moltenwrites , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @agirlandherquill , @astramachina , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @yourpenpaldee , @48lexr , @thecomfywriter , @thatuselesshuman , @rotting-moon-writes , @lychhiker-writes , @davycoquette , @katenewmanwrites , @leatafandom , @thebearthatreads , @tabswrites , @words-after-midnight , @theaistired , @theverumproject , @theink-stainedfolk , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @cybercelestian , @differentnighttale , @jadeglas , +open tag! ✨

[aris-ink]

Would you like to give us some series recs. (Angsty,,mature)typa series

💕💕💕💕💕

series... okay, these are easier to remember, enjoy angel 💖

min yoongi, three tangerines by kithtaehyung. slow burn, slight age gap, brother's best friend, angst, fluff, pining, tension, romance, smut. really beautiful writing. long chapters.

kim namjoon, he's your father's best friend by your-daily-biaswrecking. 👀 this isn't so much a series as it is a drabble with two parts, but it had to be mentioned here bc like >>> dilf!namjoon, age gap, angst, smut. I first came across this story ages ago and I never forgot it, the way the angst and the reunion scene were written did so many things to my heart 😩

kim seokjin, off limits by floralseokjin. brother's best friend, slight angst, fluff, smut. no words no words no words 💖

if you're looking for series that contain some good angst, lots of comfort and amazing smut I am referring you to my queen @beahae 👑 seriously stunning, touching writing, her masterlist is one of my favorite places to go back to for comfort ♥️

jeon jungkook, ex on the beach

ot7, unorthodox

if you're in the mood for series with angst, lots of comfort, lots of fluff and mature themes without the smut, I refer you to my other talented queen @imnotlauriane. I don't even know which series to recommend, I started reading three so far, but I guess she's a magician or something because she comes out with something new and wonderful ALL THE TIME so

here is the masterlist <3

if you'd prefer darker fantasy with these themes and some more amazing smut, please check out claret cravings by @vvh0adie ❤️

hello?! mortician witch reader and seven adorable, possessive vampire bats 🦇 the story is so, so incredibly well written, creative and has the kind of gothic vibes I absolutely love and can't find anywhere else.

speaking of dark fantasy mixed in with these themes and more remarkable writing — @yoongsisbae

masterlist

pick and choose — zombies, werewolves, end of the world. bewitching is the only word I can think of here. I'm only starting my journey through these and I'm in so so love. as I knew I would be ♥️

@jeonggukieverse!!! 🌹fantastic yandere, mystery thrillers. again, I couldn't find works like hers anywhere else. perfection if you ask me, not only in regards to the horror aspect of it, but also the writing itself. 💗

jeon jungkook, bunny boy.

jeon jungkook, let the games begin.

@orchidyoonkook 💐

jeon jungkook, to what we were before, and all the things after. smut, fluff, angst, slow burn. again, only starting my journey here but <3 dreamy and beautiful, yes please to the entire concept of Jungkook as a prince, golden minds create golden stories I guess 💯💞

@deepdarkdelights 💘 this one is so obvious, but I completely fell in love with the outstanding writing style and the unique plot.

jeon jungkook, ten seconds. yandere, angst, smut, hurt/comfort themes.

please don't forget to send the talented authors some love <3

[runariya]

I just saw that prompt game thingy and thought maybe you could write something for me too.

Emojis: 👑🥰💍🥂

Member: Taehyung

Line: 'With a smirk, Taehyung scoffed, "You think you can resist me? How adorable."'

(royal+fluff+wedding+party) part of the prompt game pairing: prince!Taehyung x female reader genre: royal!AU, f2s2l, fluff warnings: yearning, fluff, fluff, fluff, kissing word count: 2.092

a/n: thank you anony for this prompt request! I hope you like it! I tweaked the tense to better match my writing style, I hope that works for you!

The grand halls of the palace are alive with laughter and music, the chatter of guests echoing against the high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers. Tonight, the Kingdom of Kimhan celebrates the wedding of its beloved prince, Kim Taehyung, in a grand party that has the entire realm buzzing with excitement.

You find yourself among the crowd as an unexpected guest at this royal affair. Receiving an invitation had been a complete surprise, especially since you aren’t royalty and haven’t spoken to Taehyung in five years. As a commoner, you feel slightly out of place among the nobility, but the allure of the celebration pulls you in regardless. The hall seems foreign but familiar at the same time. 

Dressed in a borrowed forest green gown, you glide through the ballroom, admiring the regal decor. Golden banners hang alongside rich tapestries, and the floor sparkles as if scattered with stardust. The guests are a sea of elegant dresses and tailored suits, moving rhythmically to the orchestra playing a waltz.

As you move through the crowd, your eyes are drawn to the center of the room, where Prince Taehyung stands, a magnetic figure who draws everyone’s gaze. He is as charming as the latest stories suggest, with his dark, tousled hair falling effortlessly around his eyes and a smile that could light up the night. His suit is perfectly tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and confident and tall stance. The prince's eyes, a deep brown that seem to hold a thousand secrets, scan the room with an easy confidence.

Despite the attention he receives from the well-wishers surrounding him, there’s a part of you that wants to avoid him. Memories of your shared childhood flood back—the days spent exploring the palace gardens, the laughter echoing between the corridors. Those days seemed simpler, back when you were just two kids enjoying each other's company, before the weight of social class became apparent.

You’ve had a crush on Taehyung for as long as you can remember, but the divide between your worlds kept you at a distance. You’ve watched him grow from afar, seen him transform into the man he is now. And though your heart yearns for him, you’ve always convinced yourself that someone like you could never truly fit into his world.

Yet, here you are, and despite your resolve to remain unnoticed, your eyes keep finding their way back to him.

A soft voice catches your attention, pulling you from your thoughts. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a woman next to you comments, gesturing to the scene. She’s older, with kind eyes and a warm smile.

You nod, forcing a smile. “It’s like a dream,” you reply, trying to keep your awe in check.

She chuckles. “Indeed. Prince Taehyung’s wedding is the event of the century. I’m just glad to witness it.”

“Who is he marrying?” you ask, though the question leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

The woman laughs softly. “Oh, the prince isn’t marrying tonight. This is a pre-wedding celebration. The actual ceremony will be held tomorrow. Tonight is for the people to rejoice.”

Your heart sinks a little at the confirmation. Taehyung, your Taehyung, is to marry someone else. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering who the woman is that will stand beside him for life. You’ve spent years trying to suppress your feelings, but the thought of him with another makes your heart ache in an intensity you never knew it could feel. 

“Do you know who the lucky bride is?” you inquire, your voice barely masking the tremor beneath.

The woman gives you a conspiratorial smile. “Rumor has it she’s a lady of noble birth, but beyond that, it’s anyone’s guess. The royal family has been quite secretive.”

You thank her for the information, and she moves on, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your gaze drifts back to Prince Taehyung, now dancing with a young woman who’s matching his beauty with ease. His movements are graceful, and he leads with an effortless confidence that draws admiration from those around him.

As you watch them, a wistful longing fills your chest. How many times have you imagined being in her place, twirling in his arms under the soft glow of the chandeliers? You’ve always known it was a foolish dream, yet the desire persists even years later.

The night wears on, and you find yourself swept into the festivities. You dance with strangers, share laughter and stories, and for a while, forget your unease. The music is intoxicating, and you let yourself be carried by the rhythm.

Eventually, you step outside for some fresh air. The gardens are illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm glow over the carefully manicured hedges and flowers. You stroll along a path you know from your childhood days spent here, enjoying the tranquility that contrasts with the lively atmosphere inside.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice when someone joins you. It’s Prince Taehyung, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. He walks beside you silently for a moment before speaking.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he comments, his voice smooth and inviting.

You nod, caught off guard by hearing his deep, velvety voice after so long. “It is. The gardens are lovely.”

He chuckles softly, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “I noticed you inside. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond. “I didn’t expect to be here, honestly. But it’s been a wonderful evening.”

Taehyung stops, turning to face you fully. “I’m glad. It’s important that everyone feels welcome at the palace.”

There’s a sincerity in his words that surprises you. Despite his status, he doesn’t carry the aloofness you expected. Instead, he seems genuinely interested in your presence despite you ghosting him years ago. 

Before you can respond, he speaks again, his tone lighthearted. “Do you know how to waltz?”

The question catches you off guard. “I’ve had some lessons, but I’m not very good,” you admit, feeling self-conscious.

Taehyung offers his hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Care to join me for a dance? I promise I won’t step on your toes.”

You hesitate, glancing back towards the ballroom where the music drifts softly. You remind yourself that his future wife is probably waiting for him inside and that it’s best not to get too close. After all, he has a new life ahead of him, one that doesn’t include you. But his invitation is hard to resist, and you find yourself placing your hand in his.

As Taehyung leads you to a small clearing, the moon casts a silvery glow over the scene. He guides you with practiced ease, his touch light. His hand on your waist feels reassuring, and you try to focus on the steps rather than the fluttering in your chest.

“You dance well,” he compliments, his gaze holding yours.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m just trying not to trip.”

Taehyung chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing just fine. Trust me.”

His confidence is infectious, and you relax into the dance, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. The music, though distant, provides a perfect backdrop to your impromptu waltz.

Dancing in the moonlight with the man you’ve always loved, you try with all your might to hold yourself together. You want to create a beautiful memory that will last for the rest of your life, something that you can look back on fondly when all of this is over. 

You gaze at Taehyung, who is stunningly handsome and just as charming as he was when you were children. His warm brown eyes, one with a monolid, are deep and mesmerising, filled with a kind of tenderness that makes you ache inside. His plush, heart-shaped lips curl into a gentle smile that sends your heart racing, and his perfectly sloped nose complements his elegant features. You resist the urge to feather your fingers across the smooth skin of his cheek, knowing that this moment must be enough.

Taehyung hasn’t changed a bit, but he has grown into the most attractive man on earth. His long hair falls softly around his face, framing those beautiful eyes you once knew so well. He holds you close, his hands steady and reassuring, and you can’t help but notice how much he has matured. The same boyish charm he had as a child is still there, but now it’s paired with a confidence that makes him irresistible. 

As he gazes at you, his expression is warm and sincere, as if he sees right into your soul. You wish you could freeze time, stay in this moment with him forever, but you know that soon he will return to a life that no longer includes you. So, you hold on tightly, committing every detail of his face to memory, hoping it will bring you comfort in the days to come.

When the song comes to an end, Taehyung slows, keeping you close. There’s a warmth in his expression that doesn't seem to falter one bit. 

“Thank you,” you say, breathless from both the dance and his proximity.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, his voice soft. “I’ve missed seeing you around.”

The confession takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more beneath his words. Taehyung’s hand brushes against your cheek, a soft, lingering touch that makes your breath hitch.

“You’ve grown up,” he muses, his gaze never leaving yours. “But you’re still the same girl I remember.”

The tenderness in his voice tugs at something deep within you. It’s as if he sees past the walls you’ve built, straight to the heart you’ve tried to guard.

“I suppose some things never change,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Taehyung’s eyes hold a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. “Why do you always avoid me, hm?” he asks with a smirk, his tone both teasing and challenging.

You hesitate, the truth hovering on the tip of your tongue. “I guess I just didn’t want to get in the way. You’re royalty, Tae.”

He steps closer, his hand still resting lightly against your cheek. “And you think that means we can’t be friends?”

“Friends,” you repeat, the word feeling bittersweet. “I’m not one of your delusional fangirls.” You attempt to step back, but he draws you into his chest, and you collide with a soft exhale.

With a smirk, Taehyung scoffs, “You think you can resist me? How adorable.”

You meet his gaze, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “I didn’t say I wanted to resist.”

The air between you shifts, charged with possibilities. It’s a moment suspended in time, where anything seems possible.

Taehyung’s expression softens, and he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m glad. Because I’ve always wanted to see you again.”

His words wash over you like a gentle wave, filling the spaces you didn’t know were empty. Despite the improbability of it all, you feel a thrill of excitement.

“I’ve always wanted to see you too,” you admit, feeling a sense of certainty in your response.

The tension between you builds, and Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck, his touch as gentle as the warm summer breeze.

You lean in, your heart racing as you close the distance between you. The kiss is soft, a tentative exploration that quickly deepens into something more. Taehyung’s lips are warm and inviting, and you lose yourself in the sensation of being so close to him.

The world around you fades away, leaving just you and Taehyung, two souls drawn together by fate and choice. In the gardens of the palace, beneath the stars, you find a connection that defies expectations.

As you pull apart, your foreheads resting against each other, you can’t help but smile. The promise of new beginnings fills the air, a future you’re eager to explore together.

Taehyung gazes at you with a tenderness that makes your heart soar. “You were my past. You are my present.” he promises, his voice filled with conviction. “Please be my future and marry me tomorrow.” 

“What about the bride?” You ask him dazed. 

“That all,” he gestures to the festivities inside, “is all for you. It was always only you.” 

And in that moment, you believe him. Together with Taehyung, you step into the future, a future you always wished for. 

[86stagram]

Hi! I'm adpara player from Japan🗾 I'm sorry for my broken English📛

I may not be great at English, but I've decided to give it a shot here because there seem to be a lot of English speakers around hehe

I'm writing this, but I'm not an OC – her name is Kunsei-ham🐹 She can't use a computer, so she tells me to make collages & input text usually...

Even though I'm a beginner at Tumblr, I'm enjoying it! Ham is having fun with it too🐹

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Hiya pals!ヾ(´Y｀)ノ” I'm Kunsei-ham, the super cool hamster plushie idol from Planet Golden Hamster!🐹💨 I love to enjoy 'promise', mix coord, and sing song on stage with friends♫

In English, my name 'Kunsei ham' means smoked ham🍖😋 I'm not really smoked ham; 'Kunsei ham' is more like a stage name, I made up that sounds like my real name but with a silly twist💫

My favorite outfit is the Golden Military ensemble – it's just so fabulous💛✨ Wearing it makes me feel like a 'Brilliant Prince' because it's super cool!!!ヾ(*´Y｀*)ノ” What are some of your favorite?🌟✨

My theme colors are white, yellow, orange, and gold, because I'm a golden hamster🐹🤍💛🧡👑 Pretty sure they suit me, don't you think?

I've got many items in Pretty series... I wish I could wear that to adpara~ Ugh, My heart yearns for things I can never have( í Y ì )💘

⇧I would like to see 'My☆Dress design' implemented in adpara💭 ⇩If possible, I'd also like to create 'My☆psyllium'

This feature can allow players to create their own custom outfits by selecting from a variety of design elements...! I really enjoyed it!!!😭

I think it would be a great addition to game...🥺 I want to play as long as possible

＼ Let's enjoy together🐹😉 ／

Temporary addition : pls translation as necessary⇩🙏

【2024年5月6日追記】 暫定的な英語の自己紹介でした。もうちょい推敲させたいけど、人間の腕も英語力も限界だって( í Y ì ) でもせっかく書かせたし、いっそ放流することに(´Y｀).oO(少しでもぼくのことが伝わると嬉しいな～)

マイキャラをOC(Original Character?)と呼んだり、アドパラをadparaと書くのは他ユーザーの投稿で知った！ 「他の言語で書かれた投稿はとても興味深いです、勝手に感謝してます！」って、人間が……

絵文字ってなんとなく世界共通の用途かな～って思うけど、聞いたところによると 🙏ハイタッチ/手を合わせて謝る 📛燃やされる豆腐(!?)/幼稚園児の名札バッヂ とか、ぜんぜん違う意味で受け取られちゃうらしいね( í Y ì ) でも日本のノリ(英語ができない幼稚園児とか)も織り交ぜたいような気も…… ちなみに(´Y｀)は普段のぼく、( í Y ì )は泣いてるぼくを表した顔文字(さすがに伝わるか……？)

自然な英訳がわからなくてとりあえず音の響きをそのまま書かせたところもあるよ。 日本語って意味より雰囲気重視で雑にカタカナを使ったり略したりするのでよく混乱させられる……　Engrishなんかはきっと有名な話。

たぶんいろいろ変なところはあるだろうけど許してやってね🐹💨 あるいは指摘してくれたら勉強になって嬉しいってさ🐹💨

人間がもうちょっとマシな英語ができるようになって腕も治ったら改めて自己紹介させたいよ～(´Y｀)　ではまた！

[klarolinefanclub]

Klaroline Fan Club Rec List : Game of Thrones AU's

Winter is coming? Winter is here! Haven't seen the show and worried these fics are not for you? Worry not! These ten talented KC authors have written enjoyable AU's for everyone. Join Klaroline Fan Club as we slip into the complex world of GoT, but Klaroline-style.

💍a lover's concerto by @highgaarden

“Would it make you feel better,” he said, “if I named one of my dragons after you?”

“It would not,” she said primly, but Klaus hardly missed the little flare of curiosity in her eyes

.“Qeldlie, I think I’ll name her,” Klaus decided. “It means golden. After your hair.”

Caroline, who had not yet started to learn High Valyrian, had to take his word for it.

Fan Club: Taking a break from the canon-typical violence that GoT and TVD share, but_seriously has crafted an AU that is a triumph. The writing is so well-balanced that even if you are not a GoT fan, you will still love seeing the familiar moments of Klaus’s initial attraction to Caroline in this sweet arranged marriage fic.

🤝burn your kingdom down by @definedareasofuncertainty

When Caroline Forbes, the Wardeness of the North, decides to start a war against the King of the Seven Kingdoms, she finds an unlikely ally in the rightful heir to the throne.

Fan Club: On the smuttier side, Burn Your Kingdom Down explores KC as allies turned lovers, who are prohibited from being together due to their shared political goals. Pick this fic up for Caroline being a total badass and Wardeness of the North. And stay for chemistry so palpable you cannot help but root for them against impossible odds.

💑growing strong by @xxafterthestormxx [ao3]

The War of the Dawn has ended, and Niklaus Lannister sits the Iron Throne. He wants nothing more to rebuild the six kingdoms of Westeros. Short on money, the Hand, Elijah Baratheon comes up with an elegant if not unwelcome solution; marry Caroline Tyrell, the daughter of the richest man in the kingdom. A GoT AU

Fan Club: As with all of their fics, xxredwineandambiencexx puts so much care and attention into fleshing out characters and having their thoughts and emotions drive the fic. The development of Klaus and Caroline’s feelings for one another feels natural and makes for one satisfying conclusion. 

👑his queen of love and beauty by @maevelin

"You are mine Caroline, no man or God could ever change this; Not now not ever. You were always meant to be my Queen." He had given up everything in fire and blood for the promise of a kiss. It only took a spark of light, an act of betrayal, and blood rained. Klaroline AU. Inspired by Asoiaf and Game of Thrones.

Fan Club: Inspired by the Rhaegar and Lyanna romance, maevelin depicts the intimacy and eventual tragedy of Klaus and Caroline's relationship through interweaving flashbacks and present-day scenes. The prose in this fic is superb and flows so smoothly that the fic is over before you know it.

⚔️poison under her skin by @deathsweetqueen

In which Caroline takes up a spear and manages to hit the smug Prince of Dorne. 

Fan Club: In only 3000 words is deathsweetqueen able to build a world where Klaus assumes the role of Oberyn Martell and Caroline is Lyanna Stark. As Klaus teaches Caroline how to fight, details emerge, revealing the heart-breaking reason why Caroline is in the foreign territory of Dorne. This fic touches upon the harsh mistreatment of women in the GoT universe, so be mindful of the tags!

🐉something so magic (about you) by @lynyrdwrites [ao3]

Caroline as Khaleesi and Klaus as Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.

Fan Club: Queen Caroline, better known as Khaleesi in this fic, carries herself with grace and confidence in lynyrdlionheart’s one-shot about forbidden love. The connection between Klaus and Caroline is inescapable, and the appearances by Rebekah, Bonnie, and some friendly dragons are perfectly timed.  

👸that i give you not my hand but my heart by @erica-dreams-in-colour [ao3]

Sold as wife to Legatus Niklaus Mikaelson in exchange for the command of ten thousand soldiers, Caroline Salvatore resigns herself to a political marriage where her husband sees her merely as another pawn in the game of war. But on the brink of a looming rebellion, the two stand to learn a valuable lesson: love isn't based on gratitude, and respect isn't based on debt.

Fan Club: A riveting Spartacus and GoT fusion which explores the politics and emotional calamities of an arranged marriage. she.daydreams.in.colour skillfully weaves together two different universes, Roman times with the gladiators and GoT with their dragons, into this well-written fic.

♟the queen and the wolf by @supernutellastuff

"The happiest day of Caroline’s life was when she was wed to the King of the Seven Kingdoms. The saddest day of Caroline’s life was when her new husband called out another woman's name in bed." Stuck in a loveless marriage, she may be on her own in court, but Caroline Forbes of Casterly Rock is far from a naive player in the game of thrones. Amidst the lies and intrigue, she finds herself forging a connection with Klaus Mikaelson, the Wolf from the North, a formidable swordsman and sworn protector of her own husband, King Stefan.

Fan Club: A treat for GoT and non-GoT fans alike. For non-GoT fans, expect a bodyguard AU that oozes sexual tension between our favorite couple. For GoT fans, be amazed by the number of Easter eggs supernutellastuff slips into this perfectly-paced fic.

🌅when the sun has set by @accidental-rambler

Caroline Tyrell wants to be the Queen. Married to Stefan Baratheon, who carries on a much closer relationship with her own brother than her, she's set on a path leading straight to the Iron Throne. Until she meets Niklaus Stark - the young King in the North, seeking revenge for the death of his father and leading the Northern army to free his sister Rebekah from the Red Keep. Fascination brews between the two from the moment their paths align. But nothing ever comes easy in the land of Westeros.

Fan Club: This fic captures the power dynamics and battle for the throne that we love so much about GoT. Accidentalrambler writes a clever, cunning Caroline with astute perspectives on the backwards nature of politics in Westeros. Please join us in the comments to ask for more of this multi-chapter!

💨white winds blow by @helpless-in-sleep

Caroline Forbes waits anxiously in the Riverlands to hear of the return of her betrothed, Elijah Mikaelson, from the uprising against the mad King Silas. Instead, a letter arrives from his younger brother, Lord Niklaus, telling her of Elijah's death and offering to uphold the joining of their houses himself. She will become the Lady of Winterfell, but Lord Niklaus, waiting at the heart tree, is a stranger.

Fan Club: Perfectpro captures the initial tension and discomfort that arises as a result of an unexpected arranged marriage in this beautifully written fic modeled after GoT’s Ned and Catelyn Stark relationship. A mature, poignant read.

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[lathalea]

Hello, let me ask: Do you think you’re/you’d make a good husband? And Have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad?

👑 Welcome to Thorin’s Royal Ask Box! 👑

Good evening, lady @eunoiaastralwings from Rivendell!

Thank you very much for your letter. I hope you are well.

Let me start my letter by telling you that my reply to your first question can be found here, although I am not sure whether you will find it as amusing as Dwalin did when he accidentally read it. Yes, apparently he can read. And laugh at his king. As he puts it, “Don’t ye fret, Thorin! No woman in her sane mind would wed a stubborn, grumpy goat like ye!”

To answer your second question, I spent a sleepless night with Dis after a great feast in the Blue Mountains. My sister was a confident and clever young maid and yet that night she cried like a little pebble, all her wits gone. It took me quite a while to understand what happened. Apparently, she had her eyes on a young Firebeard bowyer. At that time, she was working on improving her bow hunting skills and she often visited his workshop. The lad was handsome, I admit, with his copper locks and two-pronged beard. Besides, his arrows were among the best ones I have seen at that time. Dis was under the impression that he was interested in her as much as she was in him. They met quite often and, from what I gathered, there may have been a kiss or two involved. When the feast came, she hoped that the handsome bowyer would sit with her, dance and sing with her, and… that he would finally ask her for the honour of courting her.

To her surprise, the handsome bowyer appeared at the feast with a beautiful golden-haired lady and danced the whole night away with her, not sparing even one glance at Dis. My sister has keen eyes and so she quickly noticed marriage braids in the couple’s hair. That night she acted not only like a princess, but like a true queen, not showing any emotions, not letting anyone glimpse into her heart. She danced with whoever asked her to and conversed in a polite manner with her companions, smiling at them and offering toasts.

Not until the feast ended did she rise from her seat and return to her rooms. When passing by her door, I heard her sobs and entered hastily. Dis ran into my arms in exactly the same manner as she used to do when she was only a pebble with a bruised knee or a black eye (yes, she did like to fight as a child). Unfortunately, my attempts to stop her tears did not succeed this time, but at least from the few words she spoke between her sobs I managed to put together the reason behind her despair. I was a young hot-headed Dwarf then and so I wanted to find that cursed bowyer and challenge him to a duel for his unhonourable conduct. Dis however made me promise that I, the prince, would not do such a thing for it would only complicate the matter and give the lad the satisfaction of knowing how brokenhearted my sister was.

We spent many an hour together and while her tears ran freely, I told her all the tales and legends I knew, exactly like we used to do when we were children in Erebor, before the dragon came. Slowly, her sobbing subsided and she joined me in storytelling. We even recalled many events from the past and spoke of our childhood adventures. For a moment, it felt as if we were back in our rooms in the Royal Wing under our Mountain again, under the blue and golden canopies of our beds. We were truly innocent all those years ago. We were happy.

Before dawn we found ourselves looking at the sky in silence until the first rays of sun painted the sky pink. Perhaps we did not get a wink of sleep, but that night and the words we spoke to each other, the secrets we shared strengthened the bond between us.

On the way to my bedchamber I visited Dwalin’s rooms and told him of a certain bowyer who needed to acquaint himself with Dwalin’s fist at once. We, dwarves, take our honour seriously. I promised Dis that I would not raise a hand against that honourless bowyer, but I never made any promises about Dwalin. Allow me to say that the Firebeard lad left our settlement quite rapidly afterwards, never to be seen again. Balin told me that he had been seen limping excessively. Are you appalled, my lady?

Pray send my regards to lord Elrond. I look forward to visiting the Last Homely House again soon.

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

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[warcried]

(  deepika  padukone.  3,000+.  she/they.  cis  woman.  )  are  you  a  HERO  ?  something  tells  me  that  a  seam  of  gold  filling  a  crack  in  a  priceless  piece  of  pottery,  gentle  sunrays  illuminating  a  museum  floor,  and  long  brunette  hair  flowing  in  the  wind  make  you  who  you  are,  DIANA  PRINCE  with  the  powers  of  AMAZONIAN  PHYSIOLOGY,  you’re  sure  to  have  a  sympathetic,  pompous  personality  —  and  you  definitely  belong  to  SHIELD.  were  you  listening  to  CAMO  by  BOA  on  your  way  to  the  subway  ?  it  suits  you.  we  can’t  wait  to  see  what  you  do  next  !  (  @reshieldedintro​  )

[   👑   ]   𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .   statistics.

━   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  diana  prince.

━   𝐀𝐆𝐄:  three  thousand,  appears  to  be  in  her  thirties.

━   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌:    deepika  padukone.

━   𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌:  deepika  padukone.

━   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐓:  amazonian  physiology. 

━   𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:  justice  league.  shield.  

━   𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:  hippolyta  (  mother,  creator  )  /  nubia  /  yara  flor  (  sisters  )  /  donna  troy  /  cassandra  sandsmark  (  sisters  ,  wards  )

━   𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂:  leo.

━   𝐖𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊:  here.  

(  note:  since  i  haven’t  seen  any  of  the  ww  movies  ,  naturally  my  interpretation  will  be  based  on  the  comics.  her  backstory  will  most  likely  reflect  the  golden  age  ,  whereas  her  personality  will  be  lifted  from  the  new  fifty  two  ,  rebirth  ,  and  events  post  flashpoint  !  since  diana  has  joined  shield  ,  there  will  be  divergence  in  my  portyal  including  some  headcanon  based  things  because  ....  i  know  more  than  dc  comics  tbh.  )

[   👑   ]   𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .   questionnaire. 

 [   001.   ]   was  your  character  “blipped”  out  ?  if  so,  what  did  they  return  to  and  how  is  it  affecting  them  ?  if  not,  who  important  to  them  was  blipped  out,  and  what  has  it  felt  like  after  those  five  years  have  passed  ?  (  if  your  character  is  a  dc  muse:    what  were  they  doing  when  they  passed  through  the  portal  ?  )

the  original  league  was  pretty  much  in  shambles  (  lol  )  so  diana  was  most  likely  focusing  on  individual  missions  as  well  as  participating  in  small  task  forces.  unlike  batman  and  superman  ,  her  heroism  isn’t  localized.  she  was  most  likely  globe  trotting   .  .  .  for  either  one  of  her  jobs.

[   002.   ]   where  are  they  living  ?  are  they  living  with  anyone  ?

if  shield  provides  room  and  board  ,  diana  would  take  advantage  of  it.  if  not  staying  in  one  of  their  dorms  ---  most  likely  a  small  apartment  in  the  heart  of  brooklyn.

[   003.   ]   why  is  your  character  affiliated  with  who  they’re  affiliated  with  ?

as  the  founder  of  the  justice  league  as  well  as  the  princess  of  themyscira  ,  diana  always  valued  the  concept  of  working  in  a  team  and  as  a  team.  with  her  diplomatic  personality  ,  it  felt  right  to  join  shield.  diana  is  level-headed  and  it’s  easy  for  her  to  assess  what  she  wants  and  what  she  doesn’t.  she  determines  her  affiliates  based  on  their  strength,  morality,  and  mentality.  

[   004.   ]   who  are  their  major  friends,  allies,  and  foes  ?

the  amazonians,  her  sisters  --  her  wards  ;  she  trusts  them  with  her  life.  the  original  league  is  her  extended  family  outside  of  themyscria.  

[   005.   ]   whose  hands  do  they  believe  the  country  should  be  in  ?

whichever  group  is  capable  of  uplifting  others  ,  but  also  capable  of  carrying  the  burden  of  doing  so.  at  the  same  time  ,  diana’s  response  isn’t  so  simple  it  isn’t  just  whoever  is  the  most  capable  ,  it’s  who  the  greater  masses  trust  too.

[   006.   ]   what’s  their  current  mental  state  at  ?  their  physical  state  ?

there’s  a  lot  of  weight  diana  carries  from  being  the  champion  of  her  people  as  well  as  the  member  of  the  league.   it  only  increased  after  she  teleported  (  ?  )  though  she  tries  to  be  optimistic  ,  diana  is someone  who  is  “disaster  prep”  she’s  anticipating  the  worst  while  still  trying  to  keep  her  cool.  

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This Picrew is so cute....... https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2079341

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Love and Affection

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 117

SUMMARY: Alfonse and Lunaliya reaffirm their feelings for one another.

Lunaliya kept her arms wrapped around Alfonse's frame as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. He was so incredibly comforting to be around, and she couldn't help but remind him, "I love you so much, Alfonse..."

The prince smiled warmly in response, more than happy to return her embrace and affection. He kissed the crown of her head and felt her melt further into him, prompting the young man to chuckle softly underneath his breath. She was adorable like this. Everything she did made his heart swell, and every time she reacted to his affections, he found himself feeling all sorts of giddy, butterflies dancing in the pit of his stomach.

"I love you too, Liya."

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My F/Os and their Associated Flowers

A fun little thing I decided to do in which I associate certain flowers with my F/Os.

I used the site, hananokotoba, and while I tried to cross-reference with other sites to the best of my abilities, the meanings may not be fully accurate. I mostly chose flowers based on meaning; however, the appearance of the flowers and how well they go along with my F/Os’ designs also played a factor into them!

All flower images taken from Pexels and Unsplash

Alfonse Cosmos, White Pansy Harmony, peace, modesty, the joys that love and life can bring, beautiful, thoughts of love

Líf Purple Pansy, Purple Hyacinth You occupy my thoughts, I am sorry, sorrow, please forgive me

Louis Amamiya Red Lily, Red Tulip Warmth, desire, declaration of love, true love, eternal love, romantic love, believe me

Seox Apricot Blossom, Aster Timid love, doubt, distrust, patience, daintiness, symbol of love

Tor Hepatica, Iris Confidence, message, hope, faith, friendship, wisdom 

Diluc Ragnvindr Red Chrysanthemum, Red Geranium I love you, protection, preference

Barbatos Cornflower, Gladiolus Delicacy, refinement, strength of character, sincerity, preparedness, remembrance

SilverAsh White Jasmine, Amaryllis Amiability, sensuality, pride, splendid beauty

Zelos Wilder Pink Rose, Red Rose Grace, gratitude, happiness, I love you, love, beauty, passion, romance

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Greeting the New Year

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff/ Hurt/ Comfort

WORD COUNT: 286

SUMMARY: Alfonse and Lunaliya welcome in the new year.

"Lunaliya! There you are!" Alfonse calls out to the Summoner, running up to her as she returned to the party. He immediately notices that she's been crying, but she flashes him a smile before he can say anything. From the corner of his eyes, Alfonse spots Líf as the undead general turns to leave the scene. The young prince correctly surmises that Líf must have escorted Lunaliya back to the festivities after having come across her somewhere in the castle.

"Sorry," the woman apologizes meekly. "I wanted to be alone for a bit, but I'm okay now."

Alfonse searches her eyes to see if she's just saying that and finds that she's telling the truth. He chooses not to pursue the subject any longer and offers Lunaliya a small smile. "I see. That's good, then."

Lunaliya returns Alfonse's expression with an appreciative smile of her own, relieved that he decided against asking her any questions that she was unwilling to answer. To change the subject, Lunaliya grabs hold of Alfonse's hand and gives it a squeeze. "Happy New Year, Alfie."

"Happy New Year," he answers back with an equally loving tone, leaning in close to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "I hope to spend another year by your side, my princess."

Lunaliya's cheeks grow warm with embarrassment, a giddy and fluttery feeling rising within her heart. She tries to hide her embarrassment by turning her head away and look at something else, prompting Alfonse to laugh. He kisses her cheek, laughing once more when he sees her blush deepen.

He knows that the previous year was extremely hard for Lunaliya, but he hopes that this one will be kinder to her.

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Love Song

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 459

SUMMARY: Alfonse listens to Lunaliya sing.

Lunaliya loved to sing. She absolutely adored it, but she could never bring herself to sing out loud. There were times in which she would, but those instances were rare, and for the most part, Lunaliya would mouth the words rather than actually sing them out loud. Perhaps it was because of the environment she grew up in.

People would always talk over her or answer on her behalf even though she was fully capable of answering herself. Very rarely did others ever ask for her opinion, and in the few instances that they did, they would end up ignoring or dismissing her opinion entirely in the end. She felt as though she had no voice for herself, and she grew tired of trying to be heard, so she decided to simply remain quiet and save herself the energy.

But Alfonse knew how much Lunaliya loved singing. He would almost always catch her humming to herself, and there were even a few occasions he happened to overhear her singing her favourite songs. Some of the younger Heroes also happened to catch on to Lunaliya's passion for music, and wanting to make her happy, would often request that she sing songs from her world to them.

"Your voice is lovely," Alfonse complimented her one time. "I would enjoy listening to you sing more."

Lunaliya was embarrassed back then and was quick to dismiss the prince's kind words. That was before the two realized their feelings for one another, but it was different now. Lunaliya felt comfortable around Alfonse, and she wasn't afraid to voice out her thoughts to him. He would always listen to her, and with that, she learned to find her voice again, even if it was only with him. It was still a step forward.

"Can I listen to you sing?" Alfonse asked, his head resting on her lap.

Lunaliya had insisted that Alfonse take a break from his work, practically dragging him out of his chair to instead lie down on the couch in his study. She had been mindlessly running her fingers through his hair in comfortable silence when he had asked his question, and her lips curled into a smile.

"What kind of song would you like to hear?" She answered in return.

"One of your favourites."

Lunaliya took a moment to think of a song. She had a lot of favourite songs of various genres, and she wanted to choose one appropriate for the moment. After having decided on one, she began to sing. Alfonse listened closely, his eyes falling shut to better appreciate Lunaliya's voice. He didn't understand what the lyrics meant, but even so, she sounded beautiful.

Alfonse loved to listen to Lunaliya just as much as she loved to sing.

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neka

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It’s been a very stressful two weeks.

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Welcoming Kindness

Alfonse x Lunaliya

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff/ Hurt/ Comfort

WORD COUNT: 703

SUMMARY: Alfonse and Lunaliya share a quiet moment together in the New Year.

Lunaliya exhales a tired sigh as she slips away from the New Year celebrations. The Order of Heroes' castle has all kinds of Heroes scattered about, celebrating in their own way. Most of them are in the main hall, partying with one another. Some couples have gone off to spend a more private moment together, and the more aloof ones have found their own secluded corner for peace and quiet.

Lunaliya is of the last group, greeting the Heroes she comes across but otherwise has only one goal in mind, and that is to have a moment for herself. She makes her way to her own private garden. It's a somewhat small and quaint space, but it's hers, and that's all she needs. Walking past the garden arbour, she heads towards the gazebo to take a seat.

It's still winter, so the air is chilly and crisp, but it's also refreshing. Lunaliya leans back, allowing her eyes to fall shut as she slowly tilts her head to face the sky, deep in thought. Her ears pick up the sound of soft footsteps approaching, but she isn't alarmed. There's only a select few of people who would come to her garden despite it being for her own private use, because she had given them special permission beforehand.

"I thought I might find you here." Alfonse's voice brings Lunaliya back from her thoughts, and she opens her eyes to find him smiling at her. She returns it and pats the spot next to her, inviting him to join.

"Did you need me for something?" Lunaliya asks as Alfonse takes a seat by her side. She leans her head against his shoulder.

"No. I just wanted to see you and spend the start of the new year with you," Alfonse tells her. They had already spent some time together after the countdown, greeting the other Heroes together before Lunaliya asked if she could excuse herself, but Alfonse wanted to spend more time with her.

Lunaliya hums idly in response. Some might have seen that kind of response as rude, but Alfonse knows it isn't like that. He knows that Lunaliya celebrates in a more "quiet" style, and just being by her side is more than enough. He reaches to take her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"I hope that the year was kind to you," the prince whispers.

Lunaliya squeezes his hand back. "It was... okay. I think I did a bit better and improved myself a little," she reflects. It wasn't a particularly bad year, but it wasn't necessarily a good one either. She was able to get through it, but if there was one thing she was positive about, it was the fact that she felt as though she was able to make some progress, even if only a small amount.

"Is that so? I'm happy to hear that," Alfonse tells her, and Lunaliya can hear the loving smile in his voice. "I'm proud of you. I'm incredibly proud of you."

Alfonse feels Lunaliya squeeze his hand tighter, and he returns it to reassure her. He feels her shuffle a bit as her free hand moves to wipe at her eyes. He hears a quiet sniffle come from her as she turns her head to bury her face into his arm. He hasn't let go of her hand that continues to grasp his, and he smiles at her before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I hope that the new year will bring you good things and fortune," Alfonse breathes out.

"I wish the same for you, too," Lunaliya replies in a muffled voice. "Thank you for being by my side and giving me your love and support. I hope that you will continue to do so..."

"Of course I will," Alfonse assures her, and Lunaliya laughs softly at his confident response. She expected it, of course, but it still made her heart flutter.

Finally, she pulls her face away to instead peer up at him. "Happy New Year, Alfonse. I love you."

"Happy New Year to you, too, my starlight. I love you more than you can ever imagine and hope to make even more memories with you."