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gwenllicn:

it’s an intoxication sweeter than cheery wine, one that leaves her cheeks rosy and her head spinning better than any champagne ever could. this was her addiction — the spanish prince, the drawn out nature of their relationship. it was a wonder that gwenllian hadn’t let it completely consume her. that even now, with his body pressed so close against her own, with their heartbeats like war drums thumping in time to each other, she was capable of showing restraint. of not closing the little distance left between them and pressing her full lips against his own and kissing him senseless. and yet even in their ploy to take things slow, the princess couldn’t help but feel as if the idea had backfired in some significant way. not kissing, not touching him in all the ways she’d found herself dreaming about — it hadn’t done anything to stop herself from being so completely captivated. the mere sight of sebastian, whether it be a hint of that smile or the crinkle at the corners of his eyes whenever he laughed, still held the ability to knock the breath out of her. his presence in a crowded room still managed to undo her in all the ways his close proximity was undoing her now. it hadn’t mattered that gwen hadn’t jumped in because that pull, that spark, was still the strongest she had ever known. nothing existed but this. the warmth of his body against her own, the brush of his hair against her finger tips, the buttery blanket of his laugh. not the cameras or the millions of people watching, not the ten other monarchs roaming among them. it was the most dangerous sensation and yet the seraphic girl welcomed it with open arms, enamored by it’s siren lull. when he taps her nose she tilts her chin up, pretending as if she was trying to bite his finger. it’s an action that elicits a giggle, the apples of her cheeks rose tinted under the weight of his gaze. “ i’m afraid that’s impossible. ” she mummers in response, her tone breathless, still overwhelmed by how close they were standing and the temptation of his mouth close enough to taste. her hands slide back down against his chest, as if that was enough to keep her from flinging herself completely into the depths of her own desire. “ and besides, ” it’s a tentative peak through the thick fan of her lashes, as if sebastian was the sun and she was afraid of looking at him for too long in fear of burning. in fear of what those hazel eyes could make her do. “ i think you’re the one who should be wearing the warning label. ” she concludes, slender fingers crossing an ex over his heart. 

any position involving the spaniard and the object of his affections, was one of immense danger. whether the distance between their bodies could be measured in feet or mere inches; regardless of being on opposite sides of an over flowing ballroom, royals of all sorts closing in on all sides or just the two of them enclosed in blissful privacy, letting their thundering hearts and wild eyes craft sweeter poetry then even the most skilled tongues. the connection stretching between them is a visceral thing, something so inexplicably bone deep that no quantitative measure of distance or time seems to matter. his hand covers hers, capturing her fingers and stilling her movements until her palm was pressed flat enough to count the beats of his heart. he offers her a small shake of his head, grasping at the words to encompass exactly what that look does to him. “those eyes. what did i say about those eyes.” he forces his gaze towards the ornate ceiling lingering high above them, pinning his focus on the intricate detailing inscribed - the soft swirls and swoops and spirals all twisting and merging together into one endless array of shapes. it’s a thing of beauty, the castle ceiling, the delicate artistry stunning enough to bring tears to the eyes of even the most cold hearted. it’s truly a work of art and it seems to have all but no effect of him, not like gwen does. he inhales steadily, pushing each breath in and out, searching for some semblance of control. the truth? he’s felt off balance from the moment the blonde princess waltzed into his life. his world forever tilted on it’s axis, leaving him struggling to regain the sure-footedness he once had. it’s as though he’s constantly teetering on the verge of something great, like he can taste the possibilities crackling on the tip of his tongue; if only he dared. “if we’re not careful, neither of us will make it out of this alive. how are we supposed to get that big castle we always talked about then?”

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amccrae :

hearing his words, aislinn purses her lips, fighting back any words that may slip her mouth and cause this whole situation to be a lot worse than it already was. “okay,” she says simply instead, giving him a small nod. “i just needed to say it.” it wasn’t her intention to bring up thoughts of last year, thoughts that only brought negative memories for the both of them. then again, the ending to their relationship brought on the beginning to her current one with his best friend; a bond that she was happy to have at the moment. seeing the way he reacted to her words, however, wasn’t exactly something she was proud to witness. “sometimes i wonder if it’s even possible for any of us to have a private life anymore,” she commented, in hopes of diverting the conversation to another topic.

it shouldn’t be surprising that their needs no longer line up, perhaps it had been far longer then simply the span of their breakup since they were existing on the same page. “okay.” he echoes with a nod, his fingers raking through the disheveled mess of sandy brown hair, pushing the strands off his forehead. his hand rests against the back of his neck and the corner of his mouth kinks upwards with the faint beginnings of a smile. “sadly i think those days are over. especially with this show.. all eyes are on us.”

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gwenllicn:

she had been warned time and time again to stop turning herself into a home for other people. that the vacancy sign sprawled against her chest would only cause her heartbreak once they checked out. that the way she so wholeheartedly threw herself into the depth of affection for the people she loved would only drown her in sorrow when it was over. and yet with every warning and with every cautionary word, gwenllian had never listened. how hard she cared for other people wasn’t something she’d ever let ruin her, not when it was the foundation of who she was, love and hope among the building blocks of her very being. here was a golden boy standing before her, his body outstretched like an offering, tilted towards her in the same way a flower might tilt towards the sun. his native language drips of his tongue smooth as velvet and gwen lets the foreign sounds pour over her, filling her with a certain warmth she’d only come to know in his presence. the sound is so sweet the girl finds herself wondering if the words might taste the same against the softness of his lips, if the erratic thump of her heart might beat even faster. how impossible that seemed when it was already frantic, threatening to leap from her throat the smaller the distance between the two got. the way sebastian was looking at her was absolutely tantalizing, addicting in all the ways gwen knew she’d never be able to get enough of. she wanted to roam her fingers over every square inch of him, to explore the softest parts of the man who had so effortlessly consumed her with a wonderment from which she hoped she’d never recover. he hadn’t needed to ask for a room inside her chest — the space was already there. the promise that she would be a safe place for him to rest his head, that her gentle hands would never hurt him like too many others had done before. her pink lips part in pleasure at the sentences spilling from him, their faces so close she was sure he could feel the warmth of her breath with every exhale. she could sympathize with any addict in that moment. if chasing a high felt as good as the rush she got from standing so close to the prince, from drinking in his every feature and listening to the sweet timbre of his voice, then she understood why. because him, the devastating electricity between them — it was something worth running for. his index finger moves from his own mouth to hers and she’s stilled, her breath catching for the slightest of moments. sebastian was right to say there were no words that could describe the effect the two had on each other. no word felt meaningful enough. no word felt big enough to carry the weight of this blazing attraction that only seemed to blossom as time passed. her hands move behind his neck, the tips of her fingers gliding against the ends of his dark hair. every position was a dangerous one when the fullness of his lips were in such close proximity. gwen searches his gaze for a drawn out moment, enchantment and mirth like coloring the delicate features of her face. her voice is barley a whisper. “ we’re in trouble, aren’t we ? ”  

gwen’s fingers press into the back of his neck, brushing against his hair with even the slightest of motions. her every exhale washes across his parted mouth in a caress so gentle, it sends tingles racing down the length of his spine. she’s less then an inch away now, the heat from her skin seeping through the fabric of his clothes, wrapping his chest is such a delicious warmth. it's moments like these, where the distance between them is reduced to a mere inch, where the only thing stopping his skin from caressing hers is a layer of clothing. it's moments when the atmosphere around them is thick and hazy with sparked tension and the look of her flush lips curving around the syllables of his name, it's the sparks of blue and gold swirling within those orbs of emerald and the silky sweetness of her honeyed voice. it's everything that encompasses their interactions and all the delicate working parts that make up the princess in front of him, that leave bash seriously questioning his sanity. how is it possible that he's never acted on this undeniable attraction? why has he never closed that offensive sliver of space still hovering between them and tasted her lips for himself? his reasoning seems so far beyond the realm of comprehension, buried somewhere deep beneath something much more potent, uttered silent and entirely useless beneath the screaming volume of his more volatile emotions. he's treading carelessly in waters deep, the waves lapping at his legs, the deceptive current lingering below all too eager to drag him under. but it's all too easy to lose all sense when he’s this close to her. he dipped his chin in a slow nod of agreement. oh yes, they were for lack of a better term, completely and entirely fucked. “so much trouble.” his laugh is breathless, his hazel orbs wild, a chaotic mess of emotion, of passion. it’s a conscious effort to tear his gaze away from her lips, the temptation stronger and more appealing then ever. “you should really stop being so intoxicating.” he mutters, tapping his finger against the tip of her nose.

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T E X T: A L L

Carlotta: ok so here's the thing

Carlotta: I have way too much time on my hands here I'm dying of chronic boredom

Carlotta: So I want to learn an instrument

Carlotta: Can you teach me something

Carlotta: anything

Sebastian: i can play the guitar

Sebastian: if that interests you

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anjaisms:

her eyes widened when sebastian mentioned the girls. she knew that people could be pretty wild when it came to seeing them but she had never seen anyone go as out of control as it seemed that they had on sebastian. she instinctively smoothed out his shirt and fixed his hair. “what did they do to you? why did they do that to you?” she understood liking celebrities but she never really understood the mentality that some fans got where they felt the need to physically attack the object of their affection. “oh, no, you didn’t wake me at all, i was just getting a snack.”

she’s stepping forward almost immediately, her hands pressing against the fabric of his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles and skimming over the missing buttons and fraying tears. her hands find purchase in his hair, taming the chaotic strands in a way that instantly reminds him of a gesture his mother often repeated. he shoots her a smile in thanks. “well, my russian is a little rusty but when they started trying to rip off my clothes, i think i figured it out.” he gestured to the scraps that remained of his shirt. “but i’m glad i didn’t wake you for nothing.”

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ofshah:

ali, like many nights before this, wasn’t able to sleep. due to the ball and catching up with his family, his sleep schedule was in complete ruins. he’d tried just lying down, he tried reading, he even tried counting sheep. but alas, he was still awake, and still wired. that night, though, to try to ease his mind, he thought walking around the palace would be a good idea. he’d been ten minutes into his voyage when he saw a familiar figure. ❝ sabahul khayr, rather. ❞ ali responds, taking in the other gentleman’s appearance, and not trying to hide his amusement as he did. ❝ either you had a really good night, or you picked a fight with the wrong guy. feel free to argue your case, though. i’m all ears, my guy. ❞

ali’s soft tone emerges from the silent darkness to greet him. the foreign sentiment tickles his ear and though he’s not yet familiar with the language, the sentiment is not lost on him. “yeah, that’s true.” a smile breaks out across his features, laughter rumbling within the confines of his chest. “neither actually. i was running from a group of girls. they kept calling themselves ‘bastian’s bitches’ and tried to rip off my shirt.”

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amccrae:

it was difficult not to take note of the way he reacted to her words. nothing was ever going to be normal between the two again, that she knew for certain, but aislinn only hoped that at some point the rift would ease. as long as she was with declan, however, hoping was all she could do – especially considering the point where their relationship currently was and how promising it looked. her eyes fluttered down, glancing at the floor for a moment before turning her attention back to sebastian. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, voice soft and low. apologizing was never something she expected to be doing, but seeing his uncertainty this far along prompted the idea. “but you seem to be doing well according to intouch,” the princess added, referring to the front page cover the magazine had published, knowing how unreliable those claims could be.  

the softness of her apology is a knife to the gut and he’s forced to advert his gaze, to reign in the sharps intact of air his lungs are gasping for. “please don’t. it’s fine. i’m fine.” the words spill from his tongue like water from a broken dam, eager to escape. for what specifically she’s apologizing for, he’s not entirely clear but it’s not something he’s all too eager to discuss. he’s trying to move forward despite the seemingly insurmountable fact that he now shares a house with his ex and her new boyfriend and his once best friend. “engagement rumours seems to cling to me.” it’s twice now that speculation of an engagement or the lack there of has encircled around the prince of spain, the tabloids always embellishing and exaggerating the details of his personal life - it’s a sense of possession, like somehow the fact that he is forever in the public eye, it entitles the world to a front row seat to the happenings of his personal life.

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amccrae:

hearing her name slip from his lips was a sound that she had almost forgotten given the growing space between the two. it was an utterance that she was sure had prospered to become second nature during their time together – just as his name had been to her – but the rift amidst the two had only caused for unspoken words and unfamiliarity. “how come you were out alone so late?” she wondered, instantly regretting the question the moment the words left her lips. she was no longer in a position to question his actions, and hadn’t been for a while now. not even if she meant it in good faith. “you don’t have to answer that,” she added, fidgeting with her silk robe as a way of distracting herself. “but i’m glad.” aislinn gave him a tight-lipped smile, crossing her arms over her chest for warmth. “you deserve the best.”

his hands find a home deep within his pockets, if only so they have something productive to do besides fidgeting with the ruins of his shirt. “i’ve been doing it for a while actually. i like to explore.” it occurs to him that this fact is foreign to her, that the events of his daily life are no longer a topic she concerns herself with. after all the days and months they spent together, cultivating a friendship and diving into the waters of romance, she used to know so much about him; only now he’s become entirely unfamiliar to her. or perhaps there has always been aspects of his personality she never truly knew at all. her words nearly knock him backwards, a physical blow that makes it momentarily harder to breathe, to move. “uh yeah.. um that’s--” it’s with force that he’s able to clear his throat and dip his chin in a nod, fighting the uncertainty that seems to wash over him in her presence. “thanks.”

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amccrae:

it wasn’t unusual for aislinn to wander the halls of catherine palace late at night while the majority of the other guests had resorted to their rooms until the following morning. it was a habit that she preferred to keep quiet about, using the time alone to gather her thoughts. in all honesty, running into another royal was the last thing she expected – or even wanted to deal with, but it seemed as if she had no way out of the situation. hearing the all too familiar voice, the brunette looked up with a furrowed brow, “bash?” taking a moment as her gaze shifted from his tousled hair to the destroyed button down. “what… happened?” she questioned, trying her best to cover any hint of awkwardness in her voice that was still present between the two. 

the gentle liting tone scraps along his skin, her voice is a sound he never could quite cleanse from his memory. aislinn emerges from the shadows, the slivers of moonlight peeking through the windows bathing her porcelain skin in silver. silence passes between them in palpable beats, seeming to echo in the space separating them. “aislinn.” it takes a moment to register the pressure baring down on his chest, his lungs screaming at him from the sudden lack of oxygen. his muscles work desperately, trying to coax him to inhale, reminding him of the normalcy of breathing. “oh it’s nothing really. i just-- probably shouldn’t have gone out alone this late..” his gaze flickers to the darkness surrounding her, nearly expecting declan to materialize at her side. his fingers attempt to smooth down his rumpled shirt. “i’m fine, really.”

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gwenllicn:

her name drips off his tongue like honey and it sounds like a prayer, like something desperate. how gladly gwen would commit to being his place of worship if every hymn sounded that beautiful, the image of him falling to his knees teasing her imagination once more. he’s only inviting the fantasies she’d yet to indulge in with his next words, the nature of his statement igniting a curiosity as red hot as the yearning already making a mess of her. and she’s comforted by the fact that while she’s dreaming about him he’s doing the same, both their gazes burning with unspoken desire, making their flirtation feel like so much more despite it being just that. she knows the concept might be foreign to some — that the restraint they’d been partaking in since the start of it all could be seen as strange, unneeded when the attraction heating up between the two royals was so apparent. that the fact that they hadn’t even kissed yet was outrageous, impossible to fathom. but to gwen it felt right that it was playing out this way, a steady build up with every passing moment. because the longer they held back the more sure she felt about it all, that she wasn’t just giving into impulse, that there was something tangible and alive between them. it was the most intoxicating sensation when she was in sebastian’s presence, the feeling of both being safe and tantalizingly vulnerable overcoming her. she couldn’t mask his effect on her even if she tried, the pleasure obvious with every intake of breath, with every flash of her verdant eyes. and gwenllian was grateful for it — she wanted him to see every way her body reacted to him, every subtle inflection, just as badly as she wanted to see all the ways in which he reacted to her. to her touch, her company, the alluring sweetness of her every word. all the wondering about the ways in which their bodies would fit together, every captured glance from across a crowded room, every suggestive phrase they offered to each other like wine — it was a form of lovemaking. when he affirms that she was meant to take his words as a promise her stomach flutters, the feeling reminiscent of the very first seconds of a roller coaster drop. the corners of her lips curl up in satisfaction, the girl hyper aware of the pounding inside her dainty chest. her breath catches as he locks his fingers underneath her jaw, her attention solely his for the taking, just as it had always been since the very first moment she’d spotted the prince. her thoughts are rendered useless as he traces the shape of her lips, his movements just slow enough that all she can focus on his the feeling of him and nothing else. “ i won’t. ” she submits through parted lips, her words a pillowy breath. her loaded gaze is locked with his own and she can’t imagine ever forgetting this very moment, the very essence of her charged by the electricity between them, real enough to touch. she makes no effort to move his hand, instead brushing the tender of his wrist, her own fingertips resting upon the beating pulse of the pale blue veins marking it. she’d kiss him there, someday. — she’d kiss him everywhere. “ sebastian moncada, ”  his name tastes sweeter than any nectar, her very own ambrosia. she could spend eternities committing the smooth lines of his face to memory. “ you have captivated me, completely and totally. ”  

her fingers ghost across the inside of his wrist and his pulse instantly jumps to attention at her sirens call, responding wholeheartedly. her thumb settles against his skin, his heart pounding more and more rapidly, determined to be felt, to make itself known no matter how feather light her touch may be. his full name spills from her lips, her tongue seeming to caress every syllable, every letter spoken with the utmost reverence; it’s quite possibly the most intoxicating sound he’s ever heard. he’s tempted to drop to his knees, pleading and begging for her to say it again and again, if only so he can discover how sweet his name tastes on her tongue. “tu me vuelves loca.” his native tongue falls from his lips in nothing more then a hushed whisper, barely audible above the blood surging through his veins, lost in the hurricane of thoughts screaming through his mind. his entire body is pulsing with barely constrained energy, a live wire surging with erratic electricity and yet somehow, incredibly at ease within the midst of so much turmoil. it’s a blissful mess of contradictions. his gaze sweeps across her features, the orbs of swirling brown and green wide with what can only be described as awe. it’s no doubt written across the entirely of his face - it’s swimming in the fascination in his gaze and hidden in the curve of his lips, it’s dripping over every words that rolls off his tongue and a blatant presence in every gentle brush of his fingers against her heated skin. he’s in complete awe and it’s practically bursting from his every pore. he’s not sure he’d be able to conceal his emotions even if he was desperate to. “there are no words--” a single laugh breaks through his words, his thumb gliding along the shape of his mouth, concealing the sound of wonderment. he shakes his head once, twice and he has to force his gaze to the ornate detailed wall just behind her, suddenly entirely overwhelmed. you can only stare at the sun for so long before you’re completely blinded by it’s beauty, and yet you can’t seem to look away for too long either. he meets the cosmic green of her eyes, his own crinkling slightly at the corners from his smile. “absolutely no words to describe what you do to me.” his index and middle finger fall from his lips, only to press against her once more, physically pressing the warmth from his mouth to hers. he is in utter amazement with this women. “you, are beyond words.”

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im honestly dying for such a bad headache right now i can’t even see straight so im gonna crash. i’ll come at you tomorrow with replies :)

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juliengarcia:

“oh, sorry, swooning,” he jokingly corrected, putting an emphasis on the word as if it was a detrimental change. “she’s waiting for the day, hombre. she’s counting them down now.” he threw a quick look of playful fright his way, teeth bare and pressed together with his eyebrows raised. “you and gwen have been dating for awhile, right? i’m not even dating someone and my mother is impatient. i don’t want to imagine what you’re going through.”

at julian’s fearful expression bash loosed a hearty laugh, the sound rough and scraping against his throat. his mother certainly hadn’t made it a secret that she was eagerly awaiting the day he introduced her to a new girl. “i love her, but she gets a little too excited about it sometimes.” he raked his fingers through his hair, musing the strands even further, the movement only halting when julian mentions his relationship with gwen. or the relationship he assumes they have. “me and gwen? no, we’re not. not dating i mean.”

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oolsen:

all oliver heard was someone breathing really loudly, and in a palace, noises seem to bounce off of every single wall. “did you decide to go out for a midnight run, or something?” oliver asked, even though sebastian was wearing his regular clothes. “it looks like someone … or something tried to rip you apart!”

“multiple someones actually.” he pinched the hem of his shirt, noting all the missing buttons and the rips in the silky fabric before letting it fall against against his chest. “and i think they were trying to get me out of my clothes.”

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bragados:

“días.” marco corrects sebastian upon his erratic presence, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. his arms cross against his chest in an almost pensive way, dark eyes sizing the other up. “what the hell happened to you?” marco offers a laugh along with a raised eyebrow, quickly taking a look at the state of his clothes and the attitude he carried around with him. needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to see sebastian at this hour of the day. “no me digas que te atacaron?” even at this time of the day marco found it in him to tease at sebastian’s spaniard accent which he found ridiculous if not entertaining. “que pobrecito!” 

“i was exploring.. or trying to. i wasn’t excepting to be recognized.” despite the fact that he’s become a household name, thanks to the fact that his face airs on television worldwide, it was still a shock to receive such a reaction from the female population. his chest vibrates with a spout of laughter, his lips curved up into a smile as he shoved marco’s shoulder with jest. he’s come to expect the teasing lit of marco’s words whenever his native tongue is spoken and even at this ungodly hour, the prince doesn’t disappoint. “casi no lo hice vivo.”

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anjaisms:

anja isn’t usually a night owl, she prided herself in being an early bird. and she usually had no trouble falling asleep at night. but tonight one of the nights where she just couldn’t sleep. she chalked it up to having too much energy and being a little hungry. she decided to fix this by going into the kitchen to get herself a small midnight (or more like three am) snack. she rustled through the fridge, trying to find something she would like when she finally settled on a small thing of yogurt. she pulled it out and then noticed sebastian walking towards her, looking absolutely disheveled. “bash, what happened to you?” she asked, concerned, walking towards him. “are you alright?”

it’s anja’s alarmed reaction at his appearance that has him glancing back down at himself, surveying the visible damaged. “yeah. yeah, i’m okay.” his breathing has finally slowed to a more normal rhythm and his fingers attempt to comb through his disheveled hair. “these girls caught me by surprise. i didn’t think they’d react like this--” he gestured to his torn shirt once more. the sheepish smile on his lips turned to a more abashed at the thought of disturbing anja from her sleep. “i didn’t wake you or anything did i?”