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✵ + sacha and valko

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? valko

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? sacha ‘’accidentally’’

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? valko

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? sacha

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping both

who insists on making snow angels? sacha

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? valko 

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? quiet day in

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? sacha

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? sacha

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? valko

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? both (pervy bastards)

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? sacha

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? VALKO.

@valkothewolf

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‘‘Nice mask, would look better on my bedroom floor.’‘ The words spilled from his lips out of habit before he could stop himself. A lazy grin on his face as he looked at the person that had just asked him nicely to move. He was kind of blocking the entrance. 

‘‘Sorry, I didn’t actually mean that.’‘ Sacha pulled his hand out of the warmth of his pocket, flashing the ring on his finger before shoving his hand back in his pocket. Hot air puffed from his lips in clouds of smoke and Sacha stepped away from the door. ‘‘Enjoy your evening.’‘ He gave an exaggerated bow, gesturing to the manic inside that was the masquerade ball.

@infantacardoza​ horrific miss roll! 

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Well, he looked pretty. Oh, gone again. Sacha tapped his finger against the pint he was holding against his chest. It couldn’t be hard to pick out Aaron in this crowd, just look for the most dramatic mask in the room. His eyes fell on the pretty man again, stood by himself and Sacha’s lips twitched up. He looked a bunch more fun than looking for Aaron. 

Sacha excused himself from the people he was supposedly in conversation with, a polite smile flashed as he sauntered away, towards the dark haired mysterious stranger. Until a crowd of people passed in front of him, by the time they were gone, so was the stranger.

‘‘Fuck sake.’‘ Sacha muttered, turning sharply on his heel and almost straight into someone else. ‘‘Watch where you’re going.’’ His words were sharper than intended.

@keyes-tothecrown​ miss roll! 

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👋- who are you most excited to see?

(EDIT)

‘‘Spoiler alert, it’s not you.’‘

 I hear there is a tasty young apprentice walking about somewhere though...

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🍸- what drink will you order first?

‘‘Water.’‘

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👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨- do you have a date tonight?

I am all the date that I need.

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masquerade meme!

a reporter from L’Officiel has requested an interview with my character. send a symbol to ask a question.

🎭- show us a picture of your mask. 🕺- who’s most likely to embarrass themselves on the dance floor? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨- do you have a date tonight? 🍸- what drink will you order first? 👋- who are you most excited to see? 💋- who’s most likely to get caught kissing in the coat closet? 📣- tell us a rumor you’ve heard about one of the guests. 💪- who’s most likely to get in a fight? 🤷‍♀️ - who’s going to take the longest to find their date? 🍹- who’s most likely to drink too much? 🦇 - is there anyone you’re avoiding tonight?

The holiday masquerade starts next week! Stay tuned for more details.

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konigarenofgermany‌:

A smile was pressed into a thin line as Aaron’s gaze averted from the French crown prince to the nearest window. He could count on one hand the number of people who would come to visit not for business, but for pleasure. He lived with one of those people now. So whenever the king was told he had a visitor he was ready to sit down with someone who wanted something. Aaron’s guard dropped a notch, but the flamboyant offer of doing something fun could still lead to… whatever Sacha had up his sleeve. He decided to play along, for now.

“You came all this way to play hooky with me? Is it lonely in Paris?” Aaron approached Sacha and steadied the chair with a firm hand on the back. “Get out of my chair.” It wasn’t his personal desk chair or anything, but every chair in the palace was his. Also he wanted to see if Sacha could actually stand up. Was he dizzy or drunk?

“Things have been fine here. The occasional dumpster fire, but that is to be expected. And lucky for you, I did not do my homework, so I will not be having any meetings today.” Sleeping for a few hours made his email inbox explode and erased the time he’d set aside to review papers. Oops. “Walk with me.”

Aaron drew his phone out of his pocket and opened up his calendar as they exited the parlor and went down the hallway to the dining hall. “Let me see… all day policy meeting with Sacha la Tremoille… and done. We can have a ‘working lunch’ and you can tell me all about your summer.”

Sacha scowled for a moment, but he got up as Aaron demanded, his hand steadying himself on the back of the chair. He smiled a lazy smile, one that barely reached his eyes. Paris had been lonely ever since Sacha lost his best friend to the Island. Sacha La Tremoille was a lonely man, not that he would ever admit that.

‘‘I find company wherever I go.’‘ He flung his hand out in a motion, brushing off the subject. Paris wouldn’t be as lonely in eight months as it was now. ‘’Camille is happy and well.’‘ Sacha felt his stomach turn for a split second at the mentioning of his wife, but his grin didn’t falter much. ‘‘Tell me, how exciting is your kingly life?’‘

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konigarenofgermany‌:

Overslept. He’d fallen asleep, like a normal person, before midnight, and while he had not made it to the bed, he was quite comfortable on the white couch in the living room. Maddox’s couch. The couch Maddox said was uncomfortable but apparently could lull a restless king to sleep. Aaron didn’t know how he slept for so long (he was asleep) but if Cheryl knew he was doing more than a cat nap, she’d only wake him for a real emergency.

And so, twelve hours later, Aaron strolled into the palace with a spring in his step. Maybe the bags under his eyes were still there, but a bit smaller. It was almost eleven in the morning. He should have had at least three meetings by now, but all Cheryl had for him was a cup of coffee and a ‘visitor.’ She wanted to tell him which royal had been waiting for almost half an hour, but Aaron preferred to keep it a surprise.

I’ve been expecting you.

Aaron’s brow popped in surprised. He paused to sip from the cup of coffee in his hand. Ignoring the dig at his tardiness and the request for food. Hmph. “Sacha. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

‘‘I was in the neighbourhood.’‘ Sacha shrugged his shoulders, the chair slowly coming to a stop. He pushed himself around to face Aaron and leaned back in the chair. ‘‘I wasn’t in the neighbourhood, I got bored so hopped on a plane. Came to bother you.’‘ Sacha drawled. ‘‘How are things this side of the world?’‘

France was doing well, not as well as before half of the French royal children got kidnapped and the eldest princess died, but it was still doing well. Unlike several of the other royal princes and princesses when they got off the Island, Sacha remained responsibility free, or well, he made himself that way.

‘‘Let’s go rollerskating. Hand the crown to someone else for the day.’‘ Sacha tried to focus on Aaron, but his eyes failed to focus, the room still spinning  ‘‘Play hooky with me.’‘

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He was bored. Sacha twirled around in the ‘’spinny chair’’, one knee folded over the other, his foot on the ground giving himself another push. Wait here, someone had told him. He will be with you shortly. Sacha snorted. Shortly his arse. That had been a good twenty minutes ago. The room had two windows facing outside. He had already checked them, solidly locked and smash proof. Sacha wouldn’t be hurling himself out of them any time soon. 

Although it was tempting to try and throw the chair against the glass. Just to entertain himself.

Footsteps sounded from outside, people walking down the hallway. Sacha paused his spinning to listen, but the footsteps walked on past the door and faded away. Jesus Christ, could that boy never be on time? Or well, man now he supposed. From boy prince to man king. The title suited Aaron well, Sacha couldn’t deny that.

More footsteps, but this time Sacha didn’t bother to pause his spinning game. Not even when the door did open and someone stepped into the room. 

‘‘I’ve been expecting you.’‘ Sacha leered, Aaron’s face flashing by as the chair spun around and he caught a brief glimpse of the German King. ‘‘About sixteen hours ago mind you,’‘ he added. It had only been twenty-five minutes. ‘‘But never mind me, I’ll just fade away to nothing here. No food or drink.’‘ A dramatic flair of his hand. 

@arenofgermany​

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"Stay here, I'll be back in a moment." He had said, brushing his lips against her cheek and disappearing before she even had a chance to blink. Camille spotted him just as he stopped by the Dutch crown prince, embracing the man. She felt her heart rate picking up as anxiousness flooded in at being left on her own.

Camille swallowed down the lump that was threatening to form in her throat and turned around, bumping into someone. "Oh gosh." Her cheeks flamed instantly as she watched in horror at the champagne in her glass slopping over the rim and splashing down his front.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at the man. For a horrific moment Camille thought she was about to burst into tears, blinking several times quickly and hastily placing the glass on a table besides her. She snatched up several napkins, starting to dab them against his jacket. "I'm so sorry, I should have looked where I was going. I'm really sorry, I'll get that dry cleaned for you. I promise."

@simonjager

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margaretofwales‌:

Relief looked like a small, bright smile gracing the young queen’s face. Malle’s eyes lit up at the sign of the Cardozas, a small, amused lift to her eyebrows at Lecia in formal dress. The two were princesses, surely, but she was far more familiar with Lecia Cardoza in casual – sometimes dirt-streaked – clothes from the island. This was a change.

And, she supposed, the same could be said about her.

She gave her hand and a small nod to the king and queen. “I am equally honored,” she returned, a little uncertain if that was the right phase but quite lacking in any training to the alternative. “I hope you enjoy your evening.”

As they stepped away, she turned to Lecia, her smile peeking, just barely verging on a grin. “That’s quite a dress, you know.”

Peter edged closer, bending his head to whisper. “To the left, your highness.”

Malle looked over, immediately distracted. “Oh!” Her smile appeared again, oddly fixed as the next person approached. “Good evening.”

He didn’t want to be there. And that much had been made very clear already to Camille, and if it hadn’t-- well, it was now as she watched the furious whisper argument between Sacha and Rachael. Or well, the one sided furious whispers from Rachael towards the stoic French prince. Her husband. Camille had never gotten much time to get used to the engagement, it had lasted about a month and a half before she had been swept up to the altar where the striking man had been standing. The charming smile dancing along his lips, the glint in his eyes that Camille never knew how to decipher. 

The limousine stopped, the conversation between Rachael and Sacha halting as the blonde woman looked at Camille. The brunette averted her eyes immediately, a heat rising in her cheeks at being caught watching, eavesdropping. 

‘‘Get out of the fucking car, Sacha.’‘ Rachael’s lips were pressed so fine that Camille could barely see them. God, she was so pretty. No wonder Sacha favoured her so out of the many staff and connections he had. Rachael’s gaze fell on Camille and the Spanish princess felt herself shrinking under it. But then Rachael smiled, an apologetic smile. ‘‘You’re going to have a wonderful time, Camille. Don’t feel obliged to stay with him the whole evening.’‘

Him. As if it was a burden. Camille’s lips parted to object but Sacha had already opened the door, before the driver could to Rachael’s dismay. And then he was holding out his hand to Camille, that charming smile on his lips and again that glint in his eye.

‘‘Thank you, Rachael.’‘ Camille said quickly, eager to take Sacha’s hand in case he would change his mind. He wouldn’t, she knew that. Sacha was kind to her, uninterested, but kind. She could have done a lot worse. One of the Russian princes for example. ‘‘I’m sure we will be fine.’‘ A soft smile to accompany her soft voice and her hand slotted into Sacha’s.

Sacha Louis Henry La Tremoille, and his wife, Camille Isabelle La Tremoille née Fernandez.

She would never get used to that name.

Camille smiled as she stepped out of the car, her sweaty and shaking hand entwined against Sacha’s unnatural calm grip. He let go, her heart jolting for a moment until his arm came to rest around her waist, his other hand coming up in greeting as they neared Queen Margaret.

‘‘Your Majesty,’’ Camille dipped in a curtsey, her eyes sliding to Sacha who just stood there. For a fearful moment she thought he was going to turn around and leave. But then he grinned silently and something unspoken was exchanged between the Welsh Queen and the French prince. Another stab of jealousy flitted through Camille, shame following it. He wasn’t interested in her, she knew that. But she also knew he wasn’t interested in women at all.

‘‘Queen Margaret.’‘ Sacha spoke the name slowly and deliberately, his french accent lacing the two words. ‘‘You look beautiful. Like always.’‘

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💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

‘‘valko’‘

@valkothewolf

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💘 ... someone my muse has a crush on.

^^^ ‘‘this stud’’

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