#Crown Banquet

[crownbanquet]

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[youareunbearable]

Tonight is a great night to think fondly on Haleth and Caranthir. I think they would make such a funny couple.

Imagine??? The Big Tall Broody Scowling Kinslayer Who Is Also The One Reason The Economy Is Functioning At All Between The Different Races/Elvish Factions Who Probably Is Dying To Tell King Thingol/His Cousins To Fuck Off At Any Given Moment and hes looming over this short human lady??

This short human lady that Can, Will, and Already Has told him to pull the stick out of his ass and bullies him into doing normal townsfolk chores??? Lord Carathir, Master Economist and a Weaver with the skill to rival his grandmother, sitting there and darning socks cause his tiny mortal wife told him too. His reward will be a kiss on the cheek but she'll scold him while he does it because he said a mean thing about his Cousin Finrod in his last letter to her while he KNEW Finrod was visiting her.

Only three things in the world keep Caranthir in check: His Eldest Brother, The Lord Himring, The Current Head of the Feanorian Faction of Noldor, and Former High King; the idea that if he didn't complete his brothers' tax paperwork and run the Trade Routes then the Nolofinweans and Arafinweans would become more economincally important And We Cant Have That; and his 4'11 wife he met bloodied and wrathful on a battlefield screaming at an orc over the corpse of her brother-- it was love at first sight

[theroyalsandi]

Danish Royal Family - Crown Princess Mary is wearing her Diamond Necklace Tiara for the Spanish State Banquet at Christiansborg Palace | November 06, 2023

[dice-eater]

...To Be Continued?

(a late @d20exchange gift for @idonthaveanyurlideas, a comic based on their au where sapphria survives the ravening war! which you can read here and the fabulous acoc fic zine wink wink nudge nudge go do it)

[void-writing]

@centuryberry

An illustration of my personal prediction for what might happen next chapter in “Queen of the Mountain."

Props to @fantasy-angelo for coming up with a design for Yue that I referenced in this :)

[world-of-wales]

Foreign Royals and other Guests pose for a group photograph at the State Banquet held in honour of the Royal Wedding of Crown Prince Hussein and Crown Princess Rajwa in Jordan | 2 JUNE 2023

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Official Portraits of the Jubilee Guests before the evening's Jubilee Banquet

The King and Queen were photographed with the guests of honour from Denmark, Finland, Iceland, and Norway.

15 September 2023

HM The King, photographed with the Nordic heads of state in connection with the celebrations for The King's 50th Jubilee.

Their Majesties The King and Queen, photographed with the Nordic heads of state and their spouses in connection with the celebrations for The King's 50th Jubilee.

Their Majesties The King and Queen, photographed with the Nordic heads of state and their spouses, together with the heirs to the Swedish and Danish thrones and their spouses and The Crown Prince of Norway, in connection with the celebrations for The King's 50th Jubilee.

📍: Bernadotte Gallery, Royal Palace of Stockholm

📸: Ingemar Lindewall / The Royal Court of Sweden

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King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden, Queen Silvia of Sweden, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, Crown Prince Frederik of Denmark, Crown Princess Mary of Denmark, King Harald of Norway, Queen Sonja of Norway, Crown Prince Haakon of Norway, Crown Princess Victoria of Sweden, Prince Daniel of Sweden, President Sauli Niinistö of Finland, First Lady Jenni Elina Haukio, President Guðni Thorlacius Jóhannesson of Iceland, and First Lady Eliza Jean Reid

[akkivee]

there was some display gallery showing off the various logos in hypmic and the ichikuu peeps on the tl were in shambles over both of them using halos in their mc name signatures lol

[imperfectcourt]

Me: I hate drawing Neil's hair bc I hc it as very chaotic and that is hard to paint

Also me: what if i made a portrait of based entirely off of something that I want to put in his hair

[ramonag-if]

Banquet anon - thank you for the clarification! I was mostly asking because I really like Zikar's banquet scene so was wondering if I could have my cake and eat it too lol. I will just have to comfort Irus when the vote fails :P.

You're welcome 🤗 but really, Elora's got Irus' back even if the councillors don't so there isn't any high stakes at this point in the game 😂

[simshousewindsor]

The first State Banquet of the year hosted by King George took place this evening at Buckingsim Palace. The royal family welcomed South Marvania's President Mandela Ofoluwah and wife, First Lady Sawubeni. 

Following an official ceremonial welcome at Horse Guards Parade earlier in the day, the president was treated to a formal banquet in the Buckingsim Palace ballroom at 8 p.m.

In addition to King George and Queen Rowena, in attendance at the State Banquet this evening were the Duke and Duchess of Brindleton Bay, the Duke and Duchess of Kent, and the Earl and Countess of Boykins.

President Ofoluwah chatted with King George, as the two walked into the State Banquet side-by-side.

Behind King George, Queen Rowena walked in with First Lady Sawubeni.

The Duchess of Brindleton Bay followed, chatting with Windenburg Prime Minister, Linwood Keller.

Danielle Keller, wife of Prime Minister Keller, was escorted by the Duke of Brindleton Bay. The Duke of Kent followed with Windenburg’s Ambassador to South Marvania, Samuel Armstead.

The Duchess of Kent walked in with Windenburg’s Minister of Treasury, Rt. Hon. James Birch.

The Countess of Boykins looked elegant in a tan gown and the Art Deco Bandeau Tiara, which she wore for the first time. HRH was joined by her husband, Anthony, Earl of Boykins. This was the newlyweds first royal engagement since returning from their honeymoon.

King George presided over every detail, from the seating plan to the menu.

Guests were seated in a horseshoe shape at the banquet. King George felt the layout would offer a more social atmosphere.

Buckingsim Palace also shared photos of the banquet, where the Duchess of Brindleton Bay was seated between the Prime Minister and President Ofoluwah.

King George opened with a toast, where he reflected on the two countries closeness. Most notable was His Majesty’s closing statement, saying: 

“Today, the links between our countries run deep, with extensive family, professional and cultural ties. Mr. President, your Visit offers an opportunity for us to chart a path forward together, investing in each other’s potential, and facing the challenges of our world together, as partners, and as friends, striving for equality, justice and fairness for all Sims.”

The evening ended with a private concert inside Buckingsim Palace’s Music Room featuring South Marvanian singer, Kafari Ngozu.

[taintedsoul-if]

I’m having way too much fun with these prompts, I apologize in advance if I send too many 🥹

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. (The one flirting being the MC)

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

And the RO is Cadmus.

I may or may not have an unhealthy love for jealousy and possessiveness 🫣

My beloved anon I forgot about this ask! Forgive me. I hope this is good enough!

Warning Unedited!

You were aware of his presences but at the same time you did not care. Didn't he disappear for over a month? You couldn't even contact him. You had tried questioning Nightingale, about his whereabouts but she was tight-lipped.

Your eyes flittered over the banquet hall, in boredom. Yesenia was nestled in the arms of Trysten with a smug look on her face. She looked as if she had won the noble prize of the year. The empress clinked, her wine glass gently with her spoon. The banquet hall quieted down as everyone gave her their undivided attention.

"It brings me great joy to see you all gathered here on this special occasion," The empress said earnestly. "It was not too long ago our imperial city was invaded by those cannibalistic fiends. But because of one woman's act of bravery, we're still able to see the heir to the throne reach the age of adulthood. Let us raise our glass to Lady Anaya."

Your eyelids drooped gloomily. To think this scheming bitch would have the audacity to even mention the OH mother. You frowned irritatably. Something tugged at the confinement of your heart, wanting to break free. Your hold tightened on your wine glass until your knuckles turned white. "Pretentious." You spat under your breath.

You pressed your hand against your chest to calm down your racing heart.

"Are you alright MC?" Atticus whispered in your ears. His warm lips brushed against your skin, making you shiver against your will.

"Instructor!" You responded, nervously. You quickly distanced yourself from him. His eyes darkened.

Both your eyes locked and he slowly raised his wine glass to his lips. "Where you expecting someone else?" He asked after donning his drink in one gulp. His angelic light green eyes peered at you in inquiry and doubt. Atticus slowly took a step forward.

There it was again that familiar breath. This was the same feeling you felt when you met, Cadmus the first time. You licked your dry lips, to hide the panic in your eyes. "A little birdie told me today was your birthday, instructor." You blurted out, in hopes of changing the topic.

A look of shock flickered in his eyes. Your fingers curled into your palms. Is it a coincidence, that Atticus and Cadmus birthday is on the same day? Or is it that you're over thinking things?

Atticus expression closed up. "MC you're mistaken."

"Am I?" Your mouth twisted, into a fake smile. "Nevertheless instructor I brought you a gift. I hope you don't dislike it." A beautiful moon-shaped pendant dangled loosely from your fingers.

Atticus fingers trembled. The wine glass crashed to the floor. His lips were pursed into a thin line.

"Would you wear it for me instructor?"

Atticus swallowed nervously. He took a step back, clenching and unclenched his fist, sadness clouded his features. "That is not necessary."

"Instructor you have such a beautiful neck-"

Atticus ears flushed red at your compliment. You couldn't help moving towards him until you were standing toe to toe with him. Unlocking the pendant, you tipped on your toes to place it around his neck. Your fingers grazed against his neck. His hot breath enveloped your entire body, dispelling the chilled air.

"You-"

Atticus didn't even get to finish what he wanted to say. You were wrenched from his arms. Terror overtook your face when you came eye to eye, with a pair of swirling blood red eyes. "Cadmus you're here." You said calmly, with a forced smile.

Cadmus stared at you expressionlessly.

Atticus warm palms clamped down on your wrists holding you captive. Now your body was trapped between two men, who was brimming with hostility. Atticus fingers slowly caressed your wrist soothingly.

"Cadmus Glaurung. I would say it's an honour to meet you, but honestly it's not." Atticus said, with a look of insincerity.

Cadmus snickered. "Atticus Levesque. Long time no see."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You felt as if you should explain yourself before this escalates. "Cadmus I-"

"Why haven't you claimed them as yet?" Atticus asked coldly. Bright flecks of gold flickered in his eyes. "I am disheartened to think you and I have known each other for eons and not once have you mentioned me."

"Let her go." Gloomy eyes, peered at Atticus. If you weren't standing in the middle of these men, Cadmus would have probably ripped Atticus throat out.

"Or what Cadmus? They belong to me, just as how they you."

Cadmus eyes flashed with indescribable anger. Leaning close, his freezing lips pressed against yours in a bruising kiss. Both your teeth knocked together. But that did not stop Cadmus. He forcefully sucked your tongue into his month. Your legs trembled and you sagged against him. You were most certainly not regretting attempting to flirt with Atticus. Your stomach tingles in anticipation. You wanted this man to toss you on top of the buffet table and claim you infront of Atticus!

Cadmus nipped at your lips with his fangs. "You're still here?" Cadmus asked lazily, with a wide bloodthirsty smile.

Atticus took a deep breath. "You need to tell them the truth. Or I fucking will."

"Remember Atticus, you were the one who clawed your way out of the abyss. I never forced you out!"

"You're a madman! Your possessiveness will lead to their demise once again! Can't you see you're doing them more harm than good......"

Cadmus laughed maniacally."Shut up! Even now you're still gullible. You make me sick." Milky white sparks of light swirled around Cadmus fingertips, with a flick of wrist his sword unsheath itself. The cold light glint off the blade, as it flew towards Atticus with unfathomable speed that could not be seen with the human eyes.

[platinumcrow]

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[theroyalsandi]

Danish Royal Family & Spanish Royal Family - King Felipe VI of Spain and Crown Princess Mary of Denmark chatting during the Spanish State Banquet at Christiansborg Palace | November 06, 2023

[brailsthesmolgurl]

"Pretty thing, isn't she?"

Preview: LnDs boys reacting to other guys hitting on you.

SYLUS

You stood in front of the heavy wooden doors covered in gilt, a gateway exuberating luxury and inviting only the top 1% of the N109's population, which of course, includes Sylus. You had yet to be used to attending such fancy events but Sylus had managed to convince you by being apart of such events, you would be able to establish your name within the N109 zone quicker and that people would learn not to mess with you as much anymore. Perhaps you were not having a clear mind during then but here you stood now, in the middle of a huge banquet hall, in a maroon red dress that makes you feel naked due to how cocooned you feel within the fit.

"Breathe, then maybe you may not feel so nervous." Sylus slipped an arm around you and started to lead you into the highly ornated hall. You could tell that nobody here belonged to the 'average' class as their manners, demeanours and even body languages rotated around the word demure. Escorted to a standing bar table, your partner leaned down just enough for his lips to hover over the side of your ear and you could feel his hot breath tickled against your lobes. "Stay here, I will get us some drinks." And off he went, his tall figure blending into the crowds of dancing participants.

Sylus strutted over towards the bar and casually leaned against it. One good thing about events as such is other than the free flow of alcohol, waiters are built to be more attentive and aware of their surroundings as they do hold a split image of the host of the event. "One whiskey and a glass of lemon soda." The waiter nodded and immediately started to get to work. Sylus then turned around, his eyes scanning the crowds of people and landing on you, the lady in red still standing at the table alone, awaiting for him.

"Eyeing the bird I see?" A voice chimed out of the blue, laced with a thick British accent that any lady would have been charmed over. Sylus's crimson eyes glanced over and caught sight of a man in a tailored suit, brunette hair slicked back and eyes the shade of ocean. "I wonder if she would be pleased to have company for the night." The hint of tease in his voice got the lover of yours quirking an eyebrow, expressing amusement at the man's confidence.

"You can give it a shot." He snarked, one side of his lips tilted upwards to form a smirk. "She does not seem to be the type to let in so easily." The clink of glass onto the table top got Sylus to turn over, grabbing his glass smoothly and tasting the whiskey. "How does a bet sound?"

"Whoever gets her by the end of the night shall be crowned winner then?" The young man downed his vodka shot in one go and he stood straight, adjusting his outfit and shooting his head back to Sylus, who is still smirking in his direction. "It's on, then."

Watching the man walking over to you, each step radiating manly confidence nearly got Sylus laughing, if only the man knew how hard it was for Sylus to get you to just stay with him. "She may be pretty, but she ain't stupid that's for sure." Picking up her glass of lemon soda, he too, started walking towards the table. Seeing you talking to the British man, slightly chuckling got Sylus feeling an ick at the back of his throat and it did not taste good. He made his presence known by loudly clinking the glass of lemon soda onto the table.

You gulped when you saw Sylus had returned, and accepted the glass of lemon soda he had gotten for you. You boyfriend turned over to the British lad and smiled a bit too politely for his usual manners before he spoke. "The moment you had picked her to be your target, is the moment I already knew I won the bet." His eyes gleamed murder under the shine of the crystal chandeliers. "If I were you, I would scamper off immediately before I hunt you down."

XAVIER

It has been a while since you had been on a hotpot date with your lover. Ever since Captain Jenna had assigned him on a mission, it has been hard to match up both of your timings to plan for a date. Hence, once you received the text from your boyfriend stating that his mission had finally met the end of it's trail, you could not hide your excitement and went ahead to book for a hotpot store that had recently opened up just a few streets down. Your sole motivation of booking the store was hearing Tara's praises over the services offered there. She claimed that anyone who goes in would surely come out feeling refreshed and that was what got you sold on making a reservation.

Perhaps, just maybe, the way Tara had phrased that got you picturing a whole different scenario; where an otherworldly hotpot experience was what you were anticipating, with fastidious services and amazing food and offers you a new kind of service. Yet, here you sat, in the middle of a table with tons of half naked men walking around you, serving hotpot dishes. So this was Tara's definition of feeling refreshed. Palming yourself on the forehead, you were figuring why did you bother asking for a hotpot recommendation from one of your girl friends who happens to be single.

"May I help you with something?" A young man, wrapped in biker shorts and an apron approached you and you gulped, eyes immediately avoiding whatever skin he has to show. Seeing your reaction, a chuckled rolled out of his lips and he took a seat beside you, unaware that you already have a boyfriend as Xavier would be slightly late due to an unexpected traffic jam. "Would you like me to give you a massage to ease your tension hmm?"

You gave an awkward chuckle, hands waving back and forth while rejecting his oncoming offer. "I have a boyfriend and I am not interested. I would like to get a menu please." Just by talking to the guy, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, it felt like you were cheating on Xavier although you were barely doing anything. The weight on the couch shifted and you heard a soft thud, seeing the shadow beside you disappearing out of the corner of your eye.

The waiter that had initially served you headed back towards the counter, his other colleagues wriggling their eyebrows at him. "How's it going with that chick, Ken? You manage to ask for her wechat yet?" One of the guys asked, his pearly whites flashing. But Ken shrugged and muttered something about her having a boyfriend. "Well adding her on wechat is not exactly a crime. No harm in storing a cute girl's number in your phone anyways."

A figure walked past them, stopped mid way and approached them. This figure was leaner, taller, and looked more elegant than the other men adorning aprons and biker shorts within the restaurant. "Which girl?" His voice chimed in and Ken responded without much thought, thinking it was one of his colleagues asking for the target. He pointed exactly at you and the stranger's cerulean blue orbs caught yours and his lips pulled into a warm smile. Seeing you being so uneasy within a crowd of half-naked men amuses him. "Easy. If I get her number, does this mean I get to keep her?"

Ken then noticed the source of the voice, a man dressed up in a wool hoodie, with sandy blond hair and dreamy blue eyes and an innocent smile. He holds very effiminate features for a man. Given that the store was not opened for that long, Ken thought he may be one of the newcomers coming for an interview. "Sure buddy, if you get it, I guess you can keep it. But she does have a boyfriend, she said it herself." Xavier chuckled and casually shrugged his shoulders and sauntered over to you. The men stood by the counter and watched intently.

Watching Xavier talking to you and getting you to smile got the men to exchange glances at one another. Maybe they are missing something, or maybe it did hurt their small ego a little. But the moment Xavier got you by the hand and started to lead you out of the restaurant, the men were shocked, eyes widened and jaws slacked at how Xavier could easily get you to comply. Walking past Ken, Xavier stopped to say. "Next time, if you want to lay a bet, don't be such an airhead and at least lay it with someone who does not have a boyfriend already."

RAFAYEL

Getting stuck in a foreign city with little to no guidance is not that rare of an occurrence as Rafayel does enjoy being 'lost' with you. "That is how you can truly get to enjoy a city." Is what he would usually use to comfort you. However, that sentence of his may only work if the both of you are not entirely soaked under the heavy rain. Shivering, hungry and worn out. "Shall we head in there for some shelter?" Rafayel suggested, slender index finger pointed towards the building ahead of the both of you.

With a slight nod, he led you towards the building. It turned out to be a bustling bar within the small town. Locals filled to the brim, chattering in their own mothertongue while enjoying each other's company. "Stay here, I will get us some drinks." Rafayel informed you and headed off after pressing a small kiss onto your left cheek. The both of your arrival certainly did alerted a couple of the locals. Seeing a drenched couple within a bar is a good sign for them to know that you guys are far from home.

Perched against a standing bar table, you studied the crowd that were occupying the dance floor. The crowd are drenched in the bask of neon glow emitted by the LED lights that hung high above the ceilings. Some of them had drinks in their hand as they swayed to the beat while some others were clearly in their own world, striking dance moves that are attracting a spectacle. "Hey!" A voice called out to you and you turned your head, landing your sight on a tall male figure, with hair that are akin to the sunset and with milky pale skin. Upon approaching you, you caught sight of his emerald eyes that sparkled like eccentric jewels under the dim lights. "You dropped this?!"

Looking down at his palm, he held out your phone to you. The music is probably too loud for you to even notice that your phone had fell out of your pocket and landed onto the floor with a thud. "Yeah!" You responded with the volume that hopefully reaches his ears. The ginger haired man smiled and stood next to you and he started striking a conversation with you, asking if you were alone and if you happen to be a local as well. "Oh, I am from Linkon City and I am not here alone!" You smiled awkwardly but also responded out of a polite manner.

A hand that landed at your back made you jumped slightly and you retreated from the guy's vicinity when you realised he was trying to get close to you. "What's wrong?" Feigning shock, he only closed in on you, a smirk creeping its way onto his face. He looked nothing different than a wolf that is ready to pounce whenever he finds the chance to. "Whatever happens in here, stays in here." His statement got your voice stuck in your throat, your chest tightening when you realised that you are about to get jumped by a 'kind' stranger.

"You have to try so hard to get her to pay attention to you?" A mocking voice came from behind you and your heart sighed in relief when Rafayel towered behind you, two glasses in hand and a genuine amused smile stamped onto his features. "I didn't even have to try to get her to come on this trip with me." Rafayel casually handed you your drink and he took up the space in front of you, his height on par with the guy whom had tried to hit on you. Rafayel's eyes gleamed a shade of striking electric blue when he leaned in towards the guy, his demeanour taking a turn towards being protective and establishinig dominance.

This side of Rafayel got your heart lurching for a moment. Seeing such a nonchalant and charming individual taking a turn towards being protective over you got the butterflies in your stomach blindly colliding with the walls of your insides. "Touch her one more time, I dare you." Snapping his finger, the flames of his evol came alive and the guy muttered curses, stepping aback. "I might not be able to guarantee you would be able to leave here in one piece."

ZAYNE

The cardiac surgeon's off day is spent on paying you a surprise visit during your demonstration day. This day in specific is held annually at the Linkon City Hall, where the public are informed about the roles of a deepspace hunter and it is also a day for the organisation to recruit potential new hunters for their task forces. He remembered that day as you stood in front of him, with a brochure shoved into his arms before you sprinted off like a whimpering fox. The piece of paper featured your face on it, posing with your guns, with a huge title pasted above your head that is promoting 'Hunter's Showdown Performance'. Zayne could not help his lips from tugging into a small smile as he stared blankly at your wannabe serious face on the piece of paper.

You stood at the back of the stage, isolating yourself from the rest of the crew as you quietly rehearsed your steps. You were only given a month to prepare for this demonstration and knowing that you are not able to strike to wanderer actors makes it all the more tedious for you to rehearse your steps. Every movement, every swing of the guns and every shot has to be precise and realistic, minus the actual damage to be taken by the other actors. Executing a full 360 turn, you came to a halt when your name was hollered out by someone in the background. "Y/n!" You turned your head and your partner came up to you, his smile wide. "Hey, you rehearsing for your part?"

Upon nodding your head, he proceeded to ask if it would be alright for him to rehearse his part with you. On usual notes, hunters are usually dispatched in pairs and since Tara is not around, hence Captain Jenna decided to pair you up with Christopher. The rehearse took around 15 minutes till he paused, patting you on your shoulder encouragingly. "You got anyone coming over to watch you?" You opened your mouth to speak but a voice chimed in before you could even say anything else.

"Yes." Zayne stood behind you, his features darkened at the sight of the hand of a stranger's on your shoulder. Christopher coughed slightly and retreated his touch, feeling guilty instantly. You were of course, shocked, that Zayne had managed to make time to come and see this silly demonstration of yours. When you gave him the brochure, you were certainly not expecting him to appear in person. You figured he might just watch it via the online link from his office if he happened to not any surgeries scheduled for the day. You were totally wronged.

"You...uhm...never told me you had a boyfriend." Christopher chuckled awkwardly, his hand lightly tapping and rubbing the back of his neck to somewhat soothe himself from the tense stare he was getting from a pair of unfamiliar emerald orbs.

Zayne took this chance to stand beside you and he extended a hand towards the guy, expression still indifferent. "I am Zayne, y/n's boyfriend, it is nice to meet you." Christopher did shook his hand out of respect but did not took long to stay, muttering that he has to get his makeup done and off he went. You could somehow feel dark clouds crowding in above your head, a storm lingering in the back of Zayne's gaze. "Was that the guy that you were supposed to perform with?" His voice was gentle, but he awaits for your answer.

"Yeah...Tara could not make it during this event, hence Captain Jenna got him to pair up with me for the demonstration." Your voice was slightly quivering, thinking that Zayne might be upset with you not openly telling your colleagues that you are already in a relationship. But you came from his standpoint, as Zayne is someone who cares about his privacy, you figured he might not appreciate you going on yapping about you being in a relationship and would much rather keep it low-key and only between the two of you. "I'm sorry I never mentioned about you to any of my colleagues as I thought you would like to keep our relationship private and confidential."

Zayne's eyes caught yours and he smiled warmly, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. You froze, knowing that at this point you would be receiving tons of stares from your surrounding colleagues. "Y/n, as much as I would like to keep our relationship private, I would not like it if someone were to try to take advantage on you just because they think they could." His palm smoothed the baby hairs atop of your head, his smile still evident as he continued speaking softly to you. "If you find it hard to tell your colleagues about us because of me, I will just let my actions show them what we are."

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake – From Vigilante to Infinite Realms Royalty

It was one of those things that Tim never imagined would happen, not in his wildest Gotham nights. But then again, dating Danny Fenton, aka Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, came with more than just the usual paranormal hijinks.

Tim was used to strange things, but being royalty? That was definitely new.

The revelation hit him one evening when Danny casually mentioned it, like he was talking about the weather.

“You know you’re technically royalty now, right?” Danny said, lounging upside down in the air like it was the most normal thing ever.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Royalty? What are you talking about?”

Danny grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, you’re dating me. And I’m the King of the Infinite Realms. So that makes you my consort… which, you know, technically makes you royalty too.”

Tim froze. “Wait—what? That’s not how this works. I didn’t sign up for—”

“Oh, but it is how it works. Welcome to ghost politics, Drake.”

And that’s when Tim realized his life just got infinitely more complicated.

Naturally, the bats found out. Because of course they did. And it spiraled into something Tim really didn’t want to deal with.

It started when he casually mentioned it during a meeting in the Batcave. He figured it wasn’t a big deal. After all, being ‘royalty’ in a ghost dimension didn’t really change anything, right?

Wrong.

Bruce didn’t even flinch. He just kept typing at the Batcomputer. “You’re dating the Ghost King, and now you’re royalty?”

“Technically, yes,” Tim said, trying not to sound too defensive.

Bruce glanced at him. “I see.”

That was all he said. But it was enough to make Tim feel like he’d just announced he was moving to the moon.

Jason, of course, immediately jumped on it. “Hold up. So you’re, like, ghost royalty now? Does that mean you get a crown or something?”

Tim shot him a glare. “No, I’m not getting a crown.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Jason grinned. “Sounds like royalty to me. Next thing you know, we’re gonna be bowing to Prince Drake of the Phantom Zone.”

“It’s not the Phantom Zone, Todd.”

Damian, predictably, was furious. “This is ridiculous. You, Drake? Royalty? You are not fit for any throne, especially one in the Infinite Realms. The entire concept is absurd.”

Tim sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m not ruling anything, Damian. It’s just a title.”

“An unearned one,” Damian muttered under his breath.

Steph, on the other hand, thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “Wait, wait. So if you and Danny are together for real, does that mean we have to call you ‘Your Highness’? I need to know. Are there royal ghost duties? Do you have to make decrees?”

“No. Please stop,” Tim groaned.

But the worst part? The teasing didn’t stop. Every dinner, every mission, every time Tim walked into the room, someone had something to say.

“So, Tim,” Dick said one day with a grin. “Have you started planning ghostly state visits yet? I’m sure the Justice League would love to attend a royal banquet in your honor.”

“No state visits,” Tim said through gritted teeth. “I don’t even rule anything.”

“Sure you don’t, ‘Your Ghostliness,’” Jason added with a laugh.

The bats seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. Tim? Not so much. But he had to admit, ghost politics were no joke. He was already getting drawn into weird Infinite Realms power struggles, where ancient beings would bow to him and ghosts would whisper about “the King’s consort.”

At first, Tim tried to play it off. He didn’t need the title. He wasn’t about to walk around with a crown and robes, or start making royal proclamations. But when one of the ghost courtiers addressed him as “My Lord,” he couldn’t help but cringe.

Danny found the whole thing hilarious. “Don’t worry,” he’d say with a smirk. “You won’t have to do anything royal. It’s just… a perk.”

“Some perk,” Tim muttered.

Still, despite all the teasing and the bizarre ghostly politics, Tim knew one thing for sure: he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dating Danny came with chaos, sure. But at the end of the day, Tim was okay with it. Even if it meant being ghost royalty.

Just… no crown. Ever.