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[kimihq]

     “ drinking two thousand dollar swarovski alizé vodka on a hotel rooftop seems like a brilliant idea until someone gets too rowdy and pushes you off into the pool. this is one of those times where i’m like, man! i’m never going to drink again! but… ” kimi sighs loudly and falls back onto the sofa, running a hand through his tangled hair.

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ sounds like something i would do, honestly. i mean both the pushing and falling into the pool. nothing screams rooftop pool party more than hot, sweaty idiots getting themselves wet... in more ways than one. ” the corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk, amusement clearly cast on his features. “ and let’s not kid ourselves here - you, quitting alcohol ? that’d be less likely than obama becoming queen of england. ”

[teganspencers-blog]

So far, one of Siobhan’s favorite things about New York City was how different everything was from Ireland. There were cute little coffee shops on every corner and nightclubs on every block. She had always been a bit of a wild child, although she had always been the more mild out of her and her brother. Siobhan was ready to go out. She knocked on the other person’s door and when they opened it, she smiled. “Hey, so I’m going out. You wanna come with?”

[ofnicolas-blog]

he almost didn’t hear it, the knock, faint as it was. it didn’t help that he was in the midst of a gripping video game battle, one where his knight was emerging victorious ( as he always did, naturally ). he’d been so engrossed in the fight going on in the pixelated world that it had to take a surprise attack from the enemy to knock him out of his senses and finally pause the game to go check on whoever it was on the other end. a smile grows on his face easily once he sees the irish princess and lights up even more at her offer. “ yeah sure, why not ? i wasn’t really doing much anyway. what exactly did you have in mind ? ”

[palaishq]

⊰ snapchat. ♠ ⊱

printsessalena: out for a new york brunch printsessalena: with a certain finnish prince

[ofnicolas-blog]

nico: ahh .. sounds like good company nico: i mean who doesn’t love french toast amirite nico: oh and kimi’s aight too

[eleanorstone-eris-deactivated20]

“That’s the plan, to turn a few heads.” She grinned. 

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ well, you’re doing a pretty good job at it. i’d say this would probably go on the list of most elaborate halloween costumes i’ve come across. ”

[ofgreenscrunchies-deactivated20]

“ This is a much bigger place than I anticipated. And the view….this is nothing like my father said the outside world was like. “

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ please, this place barely holds a candle to some of the palaces i’ve been to. but if you’re talking about the city, then yeah, you’re right. new york is pretty impressive. i don’t mean to assume but i take it it’s your first time here ? or... anywhere, for that matter ? ”

[eleanorstone-eris-deactivated20]

“So what do you think? How fun is this? I think it’ll be perfect for Halloween! Right?” 

[ofnicolas-blog]

“oh i—well you’ll certainly have jaws dropping, that’s for sure.”

[guardlucaa]

   “Umm…yeah, where’s the whisky?”

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ right here man, i was just ‘bout to finish it. ”

[deliilahs-blog1]

“what do you think of this dress? i feel like it’s showing too much skin,” delilah questioned to the other person in the room, feeling like the dress was a second skin with how tight and short it was. but no one exactly goes for a night out with ankle cut dresses, right?

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ too much skin ? no such thing, at least not where we’re going. you look great, don’t worry about it. ” nico shakes his head, inadvertently sizing her up. seeing her uncertainty, he makes a quick guess that this type of thing wasn’t usually the princess’ forte.  “ you ever been clubbing before ? i mean it’s a welcome change from all the drab galas and balls. it’s fun, i promise. ”

[romeofm]

      arianne was muttering inaudibly in spanish about an earlier argument with her roommate and a case of stolen goods. she was pacing around the house trying to keep her short temper in control. spotting her brother, she stopped. she could suddenly feel her anger fading and instead concern replaced her spurious rage. it was a habitual reflex of dropping her own problems and rushing to protect her close ones. seeing his silence she already knew. with a forced and slight smile she knocked on his door, her hands behind her back. she wasn’t ‘cursed’ with the weight of an entire country on her shoulders, arianne was free and she took advantage of that, constantly forgetting the responsibilities that weighed on her brother. “ he’s just concerned, nico – don’t worry about it. ” she said, she could feel her voice breaking the silence. her thick accent echoing through the quietude.

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ concerned, huh? he has a funny way of showing it, ” the male spat, refusing to meet his sister’s eyes, choosing instead to focus on the ground. the rock hard ground, as if his penetrating stare into something so solid could somehow give his emotions even the slightest degree of stability. it wasn’t as if there was no anger. oh, he was angry. angry at the older romero for not understanding, for choosing to not understand and focus on the sacred “bigger picture” instead of the one person who needed his father’s attention and guidance the most. angry at the title of “king” looming ever so near him, a growing taunt at expectations set too high for him to fulfill. at least in his mind anyway. angry at himself, for letting his erratic misdeeds go too far, too hard this time, and for letting his control slip out of his grasp. there were so many things wrong with this picture, he thinks. why couldn’t he just be better? why doesn’t he just grow up? the prince finally rips himself from his thoughts and looks to his sister, his eyes dark and clouded with a flurry of emotions running rampant through him like a storm beginning to stir. “ari,” a small voice begins, much too small for the usual outward confidence of the romero. “do you think i’d be good at it? being king, i mean.” he isn’t sure. he’s never been sure, not of this, but if one thing was for certain, he knew he had a forever ally in his sister. 

[vxlentinas-blog]

* ✰. —  snapchat

[vxlentinas-blog]

valentina: i just want to be urs in public  valentina: not his valentina: jfc if there’s room service i won’t have any reason to get out of bed

[ofnicolas-blog]

nico: i hate this honestly nico: how do u delete a marriage . can u do that nico: ok me af plus i heard the rooms come with gaming systems ?? it’s so lit

[kciaism]

“ alright, calm down. just for the record, getting rid of spiders is not in my job requirements, but i’ll get rid of this tiny one because i’m nice. ”

[ofnicolas-blog]

“tiny ? i don’t think that thing can pass for tiny... hold on, i could kill it myself. i guess part of both of our job descriptions requires us to eliminate all threats, even if they are miniscule in size,” he jokes lightheartedly.

[effingstiles]

[ofnicolas-blog]

the royals of argentina

KING HÉCTOR ELIÁS CÉSAR SEBASTIÁN XAVIER ROMERO QUEEN EIZA ILEANA ROMERO  CROWN PRINCE NICOLAS RODOLFO ROMERO PRINCESS ARIANNE LUCIANA ROMERO

[vxlentinas-blog]

* ✰. —  snapchat

[vxlentinas-blog]

valentina: we can say fuck it and let everyone kno valentina: take control of our lives valentina: u kno u can always eat out w me ;)

[ofnicolas-blog]

nico: yea and u know how well thats gonna go nico: trust me i want to tho nico: we can eat out or i can eat u out, either way im a happy camper

[kkaadvns-blog]

Sh’ed been in the mood for a snack, half tempted not to get out of her bed to get one. But after a while, she finally convinced herself that she needed to be social and get out of the room anyways, heading towards the kitchen as she heard someone else. However, they were speaking in a language she couldn’t understand in the least, which peaked her curiosity and it didn’t help that the other was in the kitchen. Quietly she peeped around the corner to see Nico looking rather frustrated, a frown pulling at the corners of her lips as she made herself visible. The second she did, she heard him speak, but this time she could understand what he was saying. “It’s alright. Heard you from down the hall and wanted to see if everything was alright.” She replied, a small and sympathetic smile forming on her features as she looked over at the stove top. “If you’ve got some extra time, I can make us both some grilled cheese sandwiches. I happen to be rather good at those.”

[ofnicolas-blog]

“ yeah ? could you really ? ” his gaze zooms from the blonde to his unsightly mess of a dish and back to the girl, a sheepish expression clouding his features. “ i mean i would try again but i wouldn’t want to end up burning the loft. i don’t know if that counts for good reality tv but i’d rather not have all my stuff reduced to ashes, ” he jokes, already putting on a smile for show. granted, normally he wasn’t that bad of a chef. something as simple as a grilled cheese sandwich of all the mundane things in the world shouldn’t have been so hard a task for him to complete, but truth was he’d been off his game that day, his mind too distracted to focus on what he was doing. “ i trust that you’d come up with something much tastier than that. ” he tosses a pointed look over to the pile of burnt disappointment he called an attempt at cooking then steps aside for the english princess to fix the situation.

[ofnicolas-blog]

 — @arivnnes​

today wasn’t going so well for the older romero. for starters, instead of a hearty breakfast to start the day right, he’d gotten a rude awakening via phone call by his royal loving father. seemed that dear old dad wasn’t too keen on nico’s recent nightly shenanigans—like that was much of a surprise, he was always vocal about his disapproval—and so the prince has landed himself in hot water, yet again. not that it was anything new. however something that the argentinian king uttered struck a chord with his son, one that the latter didn’t think would affect him as much as it did. ‘ when are you going to grow up, nicolas ? ’ those words still echo in his mind as he uncharacteristically sits in silence in his room, no doubt beating himself up over the events of the morning like he usually did when he was under insurmountable stress.