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[scftperil]

I want a princess x kitchen boy ship where she’s betrothed to another prince so they can become rulers and unite nations but she just can’t stand her awful betrothed so she spends her time in the kitchen to complain or cry or just have a snack and a talk and she and the kitchen boy fall in love but no one can ever know

god dammit give it to me

[cougarbaiit-blog]

who doesn’t love modern royalty aus :~)

“i’m a prince(ss) & you’re the daughter/son of the royal head of security but i didn’t know that until after we hooked up one night oops” au

 “i can’t believe i get to interview the royal family this is my big break but oH MY GOD why is the prince(ss) looking at me like that fml s/he’s hot” au

“we’re both royalty & our parents are pushing us into marriage & even though we’re lowkey into each other we don’t wanna give them the satisfaction” au

“i undertook a false identity to get an american college education but someone figured out my secret am i screwed or what” au

“i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince(ss) but the queen hates m oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au

“how did i end up sleeping with my hot bodyguard” au

“one day i’m on a class trip & the next i’m sneaking away from the rest of the group to hang out with a member of the royal family lol no biggie” au

[julietcapulct]

greek mythology modern au where a young agent (codename: persephone) is tasked by her mother figure and mentor ‘demeter,’ who raised her among a group of female spies, to infiltrate and destroy the underground crime ring known as the underworld, run by a man who is only known by the name of hades. flanked by his men, he rules the city from below while his brothers run their own territories, stories of their work a kind of nightmare to listen to. persephone’s task is simple—— to bring him down by any means necessary. even if they fall for each other in the process.

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@athamc

[athamc]

VIVIENNE

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VIVIENNE: is it weird that i’m craving for something you cook, but don’t want to see your face? VIVIENNE: like, i want to see you cooking, but just not your face?! VIVIENNE: asking for my sanity’s sake.

THEON: what did i do this time? is it because i grew out my beard again? THEON: i can always come over and cook for you. you can put a sack over my head. THEON: then.................... you know........................... ;) THEON: then you know i can leave and go to bed lmfao nothing kinky THEON: are you sure it’s not your sexy ex-husband you miss?

[athamc]

sms ✉ ➳ asian giraffe

FELIX: HOHOHOHO! This still feels like a dream come true. . .

FELIX: Saga is going on a date with me tomorrow~

FELIX: tell me i'm not dreaming pls asdFGHJKWIRRop

SAGA: hohoho? who the fuck are you santa claus?

SAGA: its not a date, idiot.

SAGA: more like a friendly hang out or whatever.

SAGA: if you keep calling it a date, i'll ghost u.

[sharpeshelen]

[decadenceprone]

– @athamc

[athamc]

 @lacedrhapsody​

Never in a million years would Saga have imagined herself going on a date. Much more fretting over one. She was barely a teen when her life turned upside down. So her growth from a child to an adolescent to an adult wasn’t exactly what one could consider as conventional. Basic courtesies were beyond her. How could anyone expect her to even know the workabouts of dates and romantic relationships? It’s not a date. It’s a friend thing. Saga repeated over and over in her head for the past week. It’s been a few weeks since she got out of the hospital, and though her wounds weren’t completely healed, she was able enough to go back to helping out in the repair shop again. But missions were for some other time in the future. It’s not a date. It’s a friend thing. Saga repeated as she got out of the shower and skimmed through the scanty variation of clothes in her cabinet. What did people wear to dates? It’s not a date. It’s a friend thing. Fucking hell, Saga. She pulled out a loose green shirt and a pair of dark jeans, and matched it with the same beat up pair of sneakers she always wore. At least it wasn’t the dark leather she wore to murder people. Saga looked herself in the shattered mirror that hung in her bathroom, and sighed. She looked relatively normal. She looked alright. But was that enough for a date? “It’s not a date. It’s a friend thing.” Her reflection reassured her, just as a knock sounded through her home. She donned an oversized flannel that once belonged to her ‘father’ and moved towards the door. She took one deep breath, repeated the words again in her head and pulled the door open. “Where are you taking me, you idiot?” 

[athamc]

@lacedrhapsody​

Carrying the sleeping dark-haired child in his arms and clutching a bottle of wine in one of his hands, Theon walked up the steps of Vivienne’s home, and rang the doorbell. He had taken Timothy to an amusement park, which the young boy clearly enjoyed, seeing how he was passed out in his father’s arms. It has been a few months since Theon and Vivienne were legally divorced, and things have been going smoothly. He was beginning to learn how to live without his family’s constant presence, learning how to live on his own again. He focused on himself and on his work, and though he thought it would be nothing but torture, it was starting to seem better. He flashed Vivienne a warm smile, handing her the bottle of wine, and let himself inside, immediately heading for their son’s room. “Can you believe he was brave enough to go on the ferris wheel today? Even asked if we could go again next time.” He gently laid the child onto the bed and tucked him in, before returning to the living room with Vivienne. “I was thinking maybe we could get a few drinks before I left. Just- I don’t know. Catching up?”

[athamc]

LUCAS FLETCHER

Branches rattled and leaves fell as Saga pushed his back against the trunk. He had to admit, the impact hurt like hell, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by a strange sense of pride over how strong she had become. As he felt her funnel – close to cut his breathing off with an arm, he naturally felt discomfort, but he managed to mask it with a condescending smirk. “You never told me you were into choking.” Looking down at her, his green eyes were sharp, dangerous; his    voice, low, smooth, taunting. Without a second’s warning, he pried her grip from his throat and pinned her down in his place, pinning both arms near either side of her head. “I wouldn’t have left you if I weren’t confident you could survive on your own.” Initially, he spoke to her as if he were scolding a child, but then his eyes zeroed in on her face. Flushed cheeks, blood-stained lips, bright eyes – she held the vibrancy of a vampire who’d just fed, the kind of bloom evident of a fresh kill. She was so fucking beautiful it was a stab to the gut just to look at her. If he weren’t as stubborn as he was, he would have repented his sins right then and there. When he opened his mouth again, he fought hard to keep his tone stern, but her eyes on him and the mere feeling of her body so close to his were enough to crack its smooth surface, allowing a very small ounce of warmth to trickle through. “I left you in the middle of a war where there were was an abundance of people who’d fucking beg for you to end their lives. And you knew me how I never slept, how I never stayed too long in the sun.” 

Saga felt her head hit the trunk rather harshly, the impact feeling as though it split her skull in half. But pain was beyond her now. It was nothing compared to the overwhelming rage inside of her chest. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare play that card on me, Lucas!” With all her might, she attempted to break free from his grasp but to no avail. The reminder of how much stronger Lucas was compared to her infuriated Saga. And his words even more so. Lucas was a master of striking either the most endearing or the most enraging of chords. “You actually have the audacity to pass that off as something done out of good intention, you selfish coward?” The position they were in forced Saga’s gaze onto Lucas’ features. It seemed as though nothing has changed. His green eyes remained cold and guarded and his smirk carried the same mischief and arrogance in them. Saga used to love every single thing about him. Now she wanted nothing more than to hurt him until her own pain faded. Or so she believed. There was suddenly something else in the way she looked at him. Something that she desperately tried to obscure with the venom she slathered over her words.  “You’re still full of shit after all these years.” 

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ALBERT GRIMALDI

As a prince born and raised, Albert could just as easily maintain a regal air as he could breathe. He was cordial, prim, and proper — an image befitting his rank, as he pretended to be utterly interested in whatever words Desmond’s mouth were forming. “We have full confidence in you,” was what he heard Charlotte say. His fiancee was right beside him, but she sounded so far away. If the Monegasque prince were with some other entourage, he could train his undivided attention on any conversation without breaking a sweat. But there was a huge distraction standing beside Desmond, and she was a human-sized magnet manufactured specifically for his gaze. A gentle squeeze on his bicep, and he caught himself staring at Freya. Charlotte was expecting him to speak. Internally ashamed, he quickly tore his gaze from the ghost of a lover in front of him. “I assume it’s your first time in Monaco?” He looked back and forth from Freya to Desmond, but it was Freya’s voice he was hoping to hear.

The first meeting brief — a mere five minutes, so it was done with everyone on their feet. It was the last thing on Albert’s schedule that day, and so he retreated to his room after bidding each of the organizers goodbye with a firm shake of the hand. When it was time for Freya, he didn’t let his touch linger a second too soon, nor did he let his gaze reveal a sliver of recognition.

The moon had just pushed the sun into hiding when he heard a distinctive knock on the door. Three slow taps, followed by a slap, then another tap. It was his twin. Albert quickly jumped from his bed to let her in. Renee met him with warm eyes and an empathetic smile. Despite having cheeks as round as her very pregnant belly, she still was every inch as beautiful as before she married. She buried herself into his chest, wound her arms around his waist. Albert could feel his tenseness ease from the embrace alone. He took care to maintain a bit of distance, however, as he did not want to crush his nephew. “Albie, you poor thing.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Re, why are you crying?” With his thumb, he ran soothing circles on the nape of her neck. “Because the love of your life finally came back, but only to make sure you wed another woman perfectly, that’s why.” Without warning, a buzzing warmth spread from his cheeks down to his chest. “She’s not — I’m not —“ Renee tilted her head up to throw him the stink eye. “Oh, shush, save that for Charlotte. I know how your heart eyes look.” Albert was dumbfounded. She pulled out a folded piece of paper from the inner pocket of her night robe. “Here’s a map of the palace and its secret tunnels. I drew a line from your room that leads to a hidden passageway opening up to Freya’s.” Now, it was Albert’s turn to give her the stink eye. “Secret tunnels? Really, Re?” When she was younger, she used to use them for sneaking in and out the palace undetected. “What?” She smiled an innocent smile, but her mischievous eyes gave her away. Albert didn’t know what in fresh hell had overtaken his mind when he disappeared into the tunnels.

Is this your first time in Monaco? No. Yes. No? Freya opened her mouth to speak but found no voice to let the words out. Feeling Albert’s gaze on her was enough to make her heart hammer a loud, steady beat that made it near impossible to pay attention to anything else. “Yes. But Freya used to travel far and wide. I’m certain Monaco was one on her list. Wasn’t it Freya?” Desmond’s voice cut through the pounding in her ears. She could only smile and say to nobody in particular, “still as in love with it as the first time.” 

After arguing with Desmond in whisper shouts and the near-lethal beating she gave him with what could have been the most expensive pillow she has ever touched, Freya found herself retreating to her own bedroom. She was more than thankful that today was over. One second she was staring up at the gilded mouldings of the ceiling, and the next, she was thinking about Albert. Countless times Freya has tried to convince herself that Albert was another of the memories she would leave behind, another passing infatuation that would fade once she moved to the next country, another short-lived romance she would forget soon enough. But even after all the time they spent apart, Freya still found herself longing for the warmth of Albert’s arms and replaying the memory of his lips on hers. The twinging in her chest grew into mildly painful spasms, and the seemingly boundless room suddenly felt confining.

Dragging herself out of bed, she opened up one of the large windows that lined the walls. The cold, night air brought enough comfort to ease her nerves. Going here was a bad idea then, and it seemed even worse now, knowing how her heart reacted to Albert’s presence. Just seeing him from afar made Freya want to run and throw herself onto him. She only met Albert for a mere few minutes, and it was already too much of a pain to bear. How could she possibly take weeks and weeks more of this? Maybe if she begged Desmond hard enough, he would let her book a flight home. She ran her hands across her face in frustration.

Suddenly, a door creaked and footsteps sounded in her room. Her heart stopped. Did they notice how morose she seemed earlier? Have they found out about her past with Albert? Was someone sent to kill her? No, no, no, no. It’s probably just Desmond. It’s a serial killer, Freya. You did want to die, didn’t you? All the irrational thoughts were whirring through her head at a million miles per hour and she could barely keep up. Turning around was probably the wrong move. Seeing the figure in her room made her jump in surprise and stumble backwards into a side table holding a vase of fresh gardenias. Now, it was nothing but a heap of ceramic shards and crushed petals on the floor beside a startled, fallen girl. "Albert! You scared the shit out of me!” The informality tumbled from her mouth. Her heart was thrumming faster than ever, and it took every bit of Freya to even speak. “I mean- I- Your Highness- I-I’ll pay for that. Is there- Is there anything I can help you with?” She tried flashing a cordial smile, but the panic was still well evident in her eyes.

[mattdaddariosource]

Matthew Daddario photographed at  the Hunters Of Shadow Convention | Paris, June 17th 2018.

[peterquillsuggestion]

this dumb website is in need of some love, so reblog this if you like the person you reblogged it from!!!

[wildtma-deactivated20191019]

PICTURE THIS

A SINGLE MOM FIGHTING FOR CUSTODY OVER A SHITTY FATHER BUT MORE FINANCIALLY STABLE, SHE’S DESPERATE TO KEEP HER CHILD SO SHE ASKS HER BEST FRIEND (HE’S WEALTHY) TO MARRY HER, THEY WIN CUSTODY BUT NOW THEY ARE STUCK TOGETHER AND GIVE ME ALL THE ANGST OF ACTING LIKE HUSBAND AND WIFE BUT THEN SHE STARTS TO FALL FOR HIM AND THEY ACTUALLY BECOME A REAL FAMILY.

[roseofrph]

ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want

[breathlcss]

ok but …….,,, like.. …. a plot where like muse a and muse b hate each other’s guTs omg they’re always arguing and saying the most saVAGE shit 2 each other but ???? they actually really care abt each other but would rather get shot than admit it out loud…….. and like one day they’re fightin in the parking lot after school or somethin and muse b goes too far w/ what he says and muse a just bursts into tears, and muse b is like ‘shit omg i’m soRRY i didn’t mean 2 make u crY u weak ass mf’ and muse b takes them on a date 2 like dairy queen or somethin to make up for it and aw turns out they’re real sweet on each other in private and it’s ugh idk

[athamc]

RENEE GRIMALDI

Renee did not expect his words, at all, so when Theon said them, she found her tongue had lost its function. Searching his eyes for any inkling of a lie, she found none. Even after everything, he still had the innate ability to puncture out the air from her lungs. By the time he was finished talking, she already found it a chore to breathe. “It doesn’t have to be just a dream.” For the first time since they’d met, her voice was small, barely audible. She felt vulnerable standing there beneath his gaze. A million thoughts roared in her mind, but they all were about how much she wanted him, how she was willing to screw over her own ego just for an hour in his arms. 

Her feet seemed to detach from her mind. She was surprised when she realized they were bringing her closer to him, wordlessly delivering him the heart she took all pains to chain and guard all those years. She took a deep breath, reaching high up behind his neck, bringing him closer to her height. All the while, she couldn’t break her gaze on his, not that she wanted to. God, she could stare at those hazel hues all day and never tire of how easily they electrified her nerves. All of a sudden, she felt a warmth on her cheeks, a new kind of warmth apart from the one that caused her skin to blossom red. That’s when she realized her tears had long fallen, and she was crying the whole time Theon was stripping her heart bare for her to see. She found herself burying her face in his neck, nuzzling his soft skin, clinging to him as if he’d shatter the second she lets go. On the outside, she was a trembling wet mess, but her chest felt the freest in months. It were as if his familiar scent was enough to make her breathe again. “You smell like home,” she mumbled with a chuckle that barely got through all her crying. “You know, I never really knew what a home was until I got to know you.” She placed a lazy yet affectionate kiss on the nook where his neck and jaw met. The events of the day had really drained her. “We really fucked up our wedding, didn’t we? I wish this talk could have happened before it.”

At first, it was the ebb and flow of the waves that he could hear. But the pounding of his heart slowly overpowered every other sound there was. Letting himself be vulnerable in front of Renee was a struggle enough. Watching the tears fall from her face was another. His heart was hammering a loud, steady rhythm that it took him a second to believe what Renee had just said. It doesn’t have to be just a dream. He thought it was another illusion his desperate mind had conjured. After all, nobody in their right mind would absolve his wrongdoings that easily. When Renee took a step towards him, and the warmth of her skin met his, Theon felt himself weaken. He had to snake his arms around her waist to steady himself. It was as if the only thing that kept him together was how tight Renee hung onto him. 

The heavy weight that crushed his chest was lifted, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, he could breathe. He could feel the air in his lungs, the blood pulsing through his veins. Renee had turned his life upside down the second they met -- a disruption Theon never thought he would embrace and learn to love. But it was through her chaotic ways that she put everything into perspective for Theon. She made him feel the warmth and the love of a family more than his own could. Having her in his life felt like coming home for the first time since his mother died. She was the splash of color in his dull, monotonous life; the burst of bright sunlight in his constant cloudy days. “Everything happened too fast and both of us could barely keep up. We were far too busy grasping everything that was happening to even be ready to face each other.” Burying his face in her hair, he closed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. He was almost sure, she would slip away from his grasp and disappear if he didn’t. “We’ll get it right one day. I promise.”  Theon was finding it difficult to convince himself everything that was happening was real.  He has dreamt of this moment time and time again in the past months, only to wake up to a living nightmare and feeling more broken than before. He pulled back to look at her with fearful, longing eyes, his hand cupping her cheek. “Am I dreaming? Is this- Is this even real? I swear to god, if this is all a dream again-- ” His thumb swiped at her tear-stained cheeks before leaning his forehead against hers.