#Three Princes Crowned Of Ice AU
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nerajaana · 2 years ago
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ARYA STARK VALENTINE’S DAY CHALLENGE
|| Day Three: Headcanon ||
306 A.C- Prince Aegon, son of the disinherited Hand of the King Rhaegar chose to marry not his sister but his half brother Jon Waters and his lady cousin, the she wolf of Winterfell, Arya Stark who’s said to resemble her aunt Lyanna Stark to an uncanny degree leaving the Seven Kingdoms shocked beyond measure.
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andorerso · 4 months ago
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REBELCAPTAIN APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 | @therebelcaptainnetwork
↳ Day 2: Media Adaptation/Missing Scene: My Lady Jane AU
Lady Jyn Erso wanted nothing at all to do with Lord Cassian Andor, the man she was set to marry. If anyone bothered to ask why, she would give them three simple reasons.
One, anything her villainous Uncle Krennic wanted was usually a dreadful idea, and the opposite of what Jyn wanted.
Two, she hadn’t met her husband-to-be, but she’d heard his reputation. Ice prince, they called him. Unflappable and unconscionable. Jyn was fire and fury, not at all a good match to someone who was rumored to be the most impersonal man in all of England.
Three, she didn’t desire the burden of marriage. Jyn Erso wasn’t built to sit around silently, obeying her husband like a dutiful housewife.
But nobody cared how she felt. Krennic wanted the Andors’ wealth, and the Andors, from what she gathered, wanted the title and prestige that came with her familial ties to the crown. The matter was decided; she would be marrying Cassian Andor, even if they had to drag her down the aisle kicking and screaming…
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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago
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moodboard by @chennqingg <3
❄ Masterlist ❄
Last Updated: November 6th, 2024
Jotunheim. Home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace - and this is the masterlist for all the adventures they experience. This is the Ice Flower AU! ❄
General Warnings: pregnancy things, birth, royal things? fluff, suggestive smut, angst? (There will be more specific warnings on each story as well!)
a/n: Well... Welcome to the Masterlist of my 'newest' AU! 😁 This universe is based on the oneshot I wrote a while ago, called 'By the Fireplace'. A few of you know it already, I think. ☺️ I actually never planned to turn this into a whole universe, but @eleniblue hit me up and asked me, if I would write a second part and well... The second part is currently turning into a whole sequel. 😅 An idea hit me right after talking to her and suddenly, I wrote a prequel for this story as well - which is finished and posted. 😁 So... Why not turn it into even more?
(Loki looks more like this 👇🏻 in my AU. Though, he's not so tall. More like Loki in Thor 1. Perhaps a biiit taller. ☺️)
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❄ Main Story
By the Fireplace
❄ Prequel - Rules to Break (completed)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
❄ Sequel - Through The Years
Chapter One - First Steps
Chaper Two - Sharing the same Blood
Chapter Three - Sweet Sixteen
Chapter Four - The Crown Prince
Chapter Five - Áki Finding Love
Chapter Six - Váli Finding Love
Epilogue
❄ Oneshots
Surprising News
The Most Beautiful Flower
Catch Me If You Can
Snowflakes
Soothing Your Aches
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kenttyy · 2 months ago
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Been listening to this song for a while now and Ive already drawn something for it (i dont know how to link im sorry i dont know how this shit works)
Let me tell ya more about the au! I think it fits alternate universe - magical realm
Micheal is the king and he has three children. Nico R., Sebastian and Nico H. He doesnt have a good relationship with Nico R. because he is from his first marriage with a Finn princess which was arranged by the king’s council. Him and Rosberg are really different from each other because Nico is more like his mother and he has absorbed his mother’s magic while he was in the womb. So when he gets sick of Micheal forcing him to be a fire prince he runs away to North, to his mother’s kingdom.
Micheal doesnt have much time with Nico H because Hulk dies at young age. Im thinking about his fire and ice powers being exhausting to his child body. Nico R. and his mother is the same princess. The princess is Mika’s sister. Micheal mourns for him but quickly turns his attention to Sebastian, his one and only true heir according to him.
Sebastian is the one who turned out to be a fire prince just like Micheal and he has been tutored for ages to take over the crown from his father. He deeply cares for his siblings. He still writes some letters to Nico R. to inform him about whats going on and visits Hulk’s tombstone at their sacred garden.
Sebastian is everything to Micheal and when he is on his death bed he gives the crown to him and tells him to thrive just like him. While Micheal was suffering an enemy strikes. Who? Of fucking course Fernando!
Anyways I really like this au and I plan to draw more :D
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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago
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Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1
Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 
Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?
Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut
WC: 2932
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The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 
But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 
The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 
And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 
The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.
The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 
And here lies the snowstorm. 
In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -
Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.
You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 
There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 
Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 
Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 
You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 
Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 
Your family. 
But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 
Prince Jimin, they called him. 
The golden sunlight. 
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The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 
And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 
It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 
To reconcile with the nymphs. 
Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 
As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 
But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 
Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 
Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 
As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 
His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 
He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 
While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.
He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.
He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 
And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 
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You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?
Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 
Like you.
You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 
Royalty. 
From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 
And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 
You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 
But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 
A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 
One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 
You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 
“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”
Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 
You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 
Sighing, you looked down to your feet -
Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 
Your hands patted yourself down. You - 
You were changed. 
Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 
“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”
Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 
“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”
Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 
He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”
But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 
Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 
Keyword: much. 
You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 
Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 
You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 
Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 
This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 
Jimin’s back was to you. 
“Why - Why would you think that?”
You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.
A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”
“I do not care what the laws claim!”
“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 
“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”
You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 
“Prince -”
“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”
You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”
“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 
“My world is not one you can provide.”
My world is you. 
But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.
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multiversal-madness · 1 year ago
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So I’m making another ‘which Au should I do next but this time I’ve made sketches to go along with each of them:
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(These were quite fun to make I should do simple sketches more often-)
So the three Aus you have to choose from this time are Magwood’s Will, Ice Prince Present and Adventure Valley. Here’s a brief description of each:
Magwood’s Will - Magwood lives on in the crown, wearing away at its wish over eons. By the time Simon puts it on, the crown breaks and Magwood takes Simon as its host. Pretty much lava werewolf/dog Simon.
A few extra details I didn’t put in the last post: Betty doesn’t ‘leave’ straight away so there’ll be some pre-war post-‘crown’ Simon and Betty stuff. Also Simon being a dad is a big part of this au.
Adventure Valley - After the encounter with GolBetty and spitting up a whole universe, Simon’s physical form wasn’t very stable. If sent back to Ooo, the abundance of magic and weirdness would distort him further but if sent to a magicless world it’s resistance to anything magic or weird would snuff out the instability and take Simon with it.
GolBetty managed to find a universe that would let Simon’s instability settle without making it worse or killing him, so she sent him there, having him end up in an abandoned farm house on the edge of Pelican Town. Basically this is a Stardew Valley Crossover.
Ice Prince Present - Due to the uncertain and unbound nature of Fionna and Cake’s universe, when all of the magic ‘disappeared’, some of it ended up in Fionna’s head causing another universe to appear. This one was much smaller than hers though and while she and cake could visit it in their dreams, it could only permanently house one conscious person. Ice Prince.
When Simon accidentally draws Fionna and Cake out of his head, the ritual also frees Ice Prince from Fionna’s head. He will join the trio on their journey across the multiverse in search of a crown while trying to figure out just who he is outside of Fionna’s fantasy.
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kimdokjas · 2 years ago
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Hi, do you know any fics of joongdok that retains Dokja's sass? Preferably an au because novel angst hurts. Tyy in advance.
OH BOY DO I *pulls up my [redacted number] pages of ao3 bookmarks* this is gonna be long so i'll put it under the cut!
okay so, some of these are a bit heavier on the humor than others, but in general i feel like these fics do a great job of retaining kdj's snarky personality!
Joongdok AU Fic Recs
the pros & cons of caramel by sunwarmed
“What’s in this,” Yoo Joonghyuk demands. “Peruvian dark roast.” Yoo Joonghyuk looks as if he’s about to commit a crime, so Dokja takes pity on him and continues, “And sugar, ice, whipped cream, cookie crumbles, caramel, hazelnut syrup, chocolate, and a little bit of almond milk. Really, I put a ton of work into making this, and you’re not even thanking me.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s eye twitches — once, twice, three times — before he takes the cup and squeezes it so hard Dokja’s a little afraid the drink will fly everywhere. [or: 5 times kim dokja makes yoo joonghyuk (the wrong) coffee & one time yoo joonghyuk returns the favor.]
loving out of tune by almostprimary
After a truly tragic series of events, Kim Dokja gains a new neighbor who also happens to be the only person in the world he would, without hesitation, push in front of a moving vehicle.
you're home by ksalientian
Yoo Joonghyuk is sick. This is not, strictly speaking, a problem, except for how Joonghyuk has never been sick in all the years Dokja knows him other than when he's been actively dying, which he is probably not at the moment, but how is Dokja supposed to know that, he's never taken care of a sick person, Dokja barely even takes care of himself when he's healthy because Joonghyuk is the one doing that most of the time, and now Joonghyuk is sick— Okay, Dokja thinks, staring at the thermometer that reads 39.2°C in cheerful green, this may be a problem.
new activity by oronine
In a strange turn of events, Kim Dokja meets one pro gamer on Google Documents and begins a correspondence.
pretty strangers by HeavenlyDusk
A stranger at a party drags Yoo Joonghyuk around town. Somehow, in the span of one night, he falls in love.
Moving Out of the Closet by Sinnatious
Yoo Joonghyuk meets his neighbour Kim Dokja, who at first glance seems to be living in what he thought was the building's janitor's closet.
two hands of the same clock by furihatachlookie
The hour hand falls upon the fifth hour, and Yoo Joonghyuk dies before the clock can chime in answer. In which a crown prince and a commoner, unaware of one another's existence in this seemingly unbreakable time loop, inevitably cross paths.
"can u tattoo 'i love u' in flowers?" by crispy_scoliosis
In which Kim Dokja, a florist, reunites with his estranged childhood friend, Yoo Joonghyuk.
a new reality with you by fruitastic
Yoo Joonghyuk is a beta tester for the unreleased game “Ways of Survival'' and gets way too attached to a simple NPC, Kim Dokja. When the final battle looms over his head, will he be able to say goodbye? ...Hmm…Maybe Mia was right about touching grass…
to begin again. by frostfall
(In which Kim Dokja goes on a blind date. It's just his luck that he runs into his ex.)
salsa doesn't count as tomatoes by aphrodisiac
Yoo Joonghyuk has a roommate. (And a crush.)
couples discount by anemotions (realdefonge)
When junior manager, Yoo Joonghyuk wins the grand prize of their company’s raffle–a five-day trip for two to Hawaii, all expenses paid–the senior manager, Kim Dokja, who’s had no luck with raffles, asks the junior manager to bring him along as a travel buddy. Yoo Joonghyuk eventually agrees and they go to Hawaii. But things only escalate from there because apparently, there’s a 50% dinner buffet discount for couples in the hotel, and Kim Dokja would to absolutely anything to avail it.
gimme choco (or gimme love) by beewithouthoney
Every Valentine's day, Yoo Jonghyuk's desk is buried in a heaping pile of chocolates. And every year, Kim Dokja gets one from the pile.
on the art of unplanned serenadingby sunwarmed
“Then prove it,” says Yoo Joonghyuk, voice low, and Dokja is struck with a few realisations at once. One — he isn’t a good cook at all. He relies on microwave meals for the vast majority of his diet. Two — when it’s revealed that he’s not a good cook, he’ll almost certainly never hear the end of it. Three — Yoo Joonghyuk has a really nice voice. Goddamnit. [or: kim dokja keeps accidentally asking yoo joonghyuk out on dates. he swears it's only because he likes annoying the hell out of him. probably.]
When I said I hate isekai tropes, I wasn’t sarcastically praying for it to happen to me. by Waltzfor-Zizi(azro_zee)
Kim Dokja wants it on the record that he absolutely loathes those cringey royalty isekai stories and even more so the cliché archetype of cold and murderous but devastatingly handsome black-haired dukes with a troubled past. He really should learn by now that the universe has a hobby to throw him into the lion’s den and make him swallow his own words. After all, he and the God up there do not share the same taste of humor.
there are more but this is getting a bit long orz
i hope these are similar to what you're looking for! if you want any more recs feel free to let me know <3
EDIT: if you're looking for even more recs (and also some of my absolute faves) there's now a Part 2 here!
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some-one56 · 19 days ago
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Sanders Sides Frozen Au
Chapter Three
“Ugh. How long will this Coronation thing be again? Can we just get some food, steal some wine and leave?”
“You don't need a whole bottle of wine.”
“The hell I don't! That's expensive royal wine!”
Logan sighed and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Anyway, I'm staying for the entire Coronation, including the Ball afterwards. It's polite.”
“It's boring.”
Logan looked at his friend, Remy, and chuckled. “Sometimes that's how it goes, I'm afraid.”
Remy huffed and leaned against the wall of Logan's house. “It's just some pompous-ass prince being crowned king who can't even bother to be seen in our village. They're all fake.”
Logan shrugged. “That's your prerogative, I suppose.”
Remus had definitely forgotten that the Coronation was today.
He was in bed, snuggled up under his blankets- well… Half of him was hanging out of the bed. How he slept like that, nobody will ever know. He was snoring, albeit loudly when a knock sounded at the door.
Remus didn't wake up. He slept like a rock.
Another knock sounded, a bit more persistent.
Zzzzzzzzzz…..
“Prince Remus!” A voice called out from behind the door with a loud knock, startling Remus awake.
Remus yelped and fell out of bed and onto the floor. “Ow.”
“Your Highness, you need to wake up so you can get ready.”
“Give me a minute, I'm…sleeping on the floor,” Remus muttered in his half asleep state. “Get ready for what again??”
“Your brother's..Coronation…?”
“Ohhhhhhhh….mhm…” Remus closed his eyes again. And then he let that sentence sink in. His eyes snapped open.
Remus bolted out of his room and ran to get changed.
Remus grinned at his suit, which was tailored specifically for him. He thanked the servants that helped him get ready and ran out to the balcony in his room. “Whoa…” He whispered, seeing thousands and thousands of people waiting outside of the gates. People getting to come inside. This means Remus won't have to be alone. At least for this one day.
This perfect, wonderful one day.
Remus laughed and ran down the stairs, waiting by the palace entrance for the guards to open up the gates and let the people inside.
Roman paced around in his room, taking several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He knew he couldn't get around this. Definitely can't just get crowned King another day.
He closed his eyes and took a final deep breath. He took off his gloves, revealing his trembling hands. He had picked two random objects to represent the Sovereign's Orb and Sceptre that he would have to hold during the ceremony. An empty candle holder and a chalice. Hesitantly, he grabbed both objects and imagined he was in front of the crowd.
The crowd of thousands of people. All watching his every move. If his magic slipped out, he would be done for. He would hurt someone again. Hurt Remus again-
He let out a gasp as his powers went slightly out of control, turning both objects into solid ice. He dropped them after being startled.
Roman quickly put his gloves back on and returned to pacing. “You can't keep them waiting. They're all out there…”
Putting on a neutral face, Roman walked out of his room, met face to face with a guard. “Tell the rest of the guards to open up the gates.”
The guard nodded and briskly walked off.
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So I have the day off today, and I marked the entirety of it down to watch Red, White, and Royal Blue. This was a good decision as I've had to pause three times and I'm 3 min and 40 seconds into the movie. I just get so
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and I have to stop and calm down. So I'm blogging when I have to pause.
Such a fanfic set up - Enemies to Lovers, royalty AU, slow burn, 400k.
I'm at the after-wedding party and the cake is SO BIG I KNOW WHATS COMING I CAAAAAN'T
IT'S LOOMING LIKE ITS READY TO ATTACK
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ALEX IS DRUNK ALEX STOP ALEX YOU ARE AT A WORK FUNCTION AAAAALEEEEEEXXXXX
OH NO OH NOOO DRUNK!ALEX HAS SPOTTED HIS NEMESIS HARRY IN FRONT OF THE FERAL CAKE
The cake has chosen a victim. To be fair, Alex attacked it first, so I can't blame the cake…
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This is the funniest face, I don't know why but I can't stop laughing at Alex's reaction to icing. You'd think it was cum
THE CAKE HAS ATTAAAAAACKED . Alex FAFOd. RIP Alex.
I love how this whole thing is basically Alex's fault, but the crown prince blames Henry. Family tension, yay!
I also love how Alex is called on the carpet in the oval office and it's ALL WOMEN IN THERE. He's cracking jokes, and they're talking trade negotiations and polling numbers around him.
Zahra is my favorite person ever. GET HIM!
Ok, Alex, sweetheart, honey, you are FIXATED on Henry being 6'2''…. do you have a, shall we say, issue? "Making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career - and I once saw Mitch McConnell eating a banana." Thank you for your service, ma'am.
Smile, boys. I SAID SMILE.
"Alex has very strong opinions. And he shares them. Loudly." 🤣 He's just American, Henry. 🤣🤣🤣 This is our Get-Along-Press Conference.
OK, so my friend who is also watching says her first unbelievable moment was the wedding gown without sleeves. I don't know enough about fashion or royalty to argue, but MY first unbelievable moment is shots fired at a hospital and they're NOT in the US? DOUBT.
Active shooter and Henry is more focused on how Alex smells and why Alex doesn't like him. "Makes sense." "What do you mean by THAT?" "It means you have good taste, Alex."
Oh wow, Henry is showing some emotional intelligence here.
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Nevermind, I take it back. Henry! Don't be a douche! Ok, I take it back take it back. Thanks for being vulnerable, Henry.
Fireworks. OK, that makes more sense.
I also love Alex's bodyguard.
"Kill me and I won't have to go." Hey writers, this is more relatable than making him talk about how expensive the cake is. Same, Henry, same.
My god, Alex's eyelashes are insane. Why. Why does he need those? To flirt with men?? Oh wait, yeah, I guess he does.
Oh my god, they actually POINTED OUT HIS EYELASHES. This movie was made for me. Is that guy flirting? Back off, man!
Henry is an amazing texter. I love the way they fit social media into the movie format.
Can I have another two or three hours of them just hanging out and snarking at each other please? kthx.
Alex's NYE party - is this the first time Henry has been underdressed for an event? *gasp* the mutual "oh no he's hot" moment.
aaaand already Henry has been bit by the little green monster. Pugsley. That was fast.
EEEEEE the kiss. Alex is like, I'm not touching I'm not touching I'mnottouchingIswear.
"The first fifty rows of a Gaga concert." 🤣🤣🤣 The women in the movie are On Fire.
"He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?????
"He can't ignore me all night. Can he?" Oh honey....
LUNCH BREAK - I started this at 8:30 am, it is now 11:30. I am 37:45 into this movie. 🤣
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Why is Miguel coming off as skeezy to me? I want him to go awa-ALEX, your literal prince has ariiiiived.
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Henry, sweetheart, you are not fooling anyone.
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Damn Alex, *fans self* So... this was the "fade to black" of a sex scene. I mean, I wasn't expecting this movie to be subtle, but c'mon!
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Henry: I just don't want you to fall in love with me. Me: How's that clown makeup feel?
Well now I gotta know. How many/which famous men have you shagged. Henry? Henry, COME BACK HERE!
"I'm so not playing this cool right now." Don't worry Alex, you guys are dork4dork.
I KNEW MIGUEL WAS A SCUMBAG
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Ugh, Dickbag alert! Ah, jealolus dickbag alert!
Alex!! You've broken Zahra!! Zahra my loooooveee!! Put these boys in their place! That ENTIRE scene was AMAZING. This movie was worth it just for that.
HAHAHAHAH they didn't even get through the whole gag set up "I'm definitely not doing karao-*singing karaoke*
It's taking me forever to get through the floating dock/Alex confession scene. The whole "rope attached to my chest" is real Jane Eyre vibes. Henry, you need to say something. Communication is key, my dude. Or drown yourself, that's valid.
Oh you are NOT just sneaking out. No. I forbid it. Ugh, men.
"What happened in Texas?" "I ended things with Alex" NO YOU FUCKING WELL DIDN'T, YOU DICK.
Of course there's thunder for the big romantic confrontation scene. It has to be raining! For reasons!
oh, that is some grade-A projection there, Henry.
Mr never had a key has a key....
Damn, Alex, you have game.
"When they write the history of my life I want it to include you" Damn, Henry, you have game, too.
Ok, the most unrealistic thing in this movie - these motherfuckers don't move in their sleep??! The covers are always immaculate when they wake up. FAKE. FALSE. THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN.
DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE DOUCHE
Zahra is so done. Go ahead, Zahra, smack him with a pillow again, I know you want to. You've earned it! "mooning over the prince like a cow in labor" 🤣🤣🤣 Marry me, Zahra!!
Stephen Fry playing a homophobe?? He really stretched his acting chops for that. "Take the American with you." Thanks gramps.
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Do you think anyone noticed??
Final tally: It took me 5 hours to watch this, not including the hour lunch break.
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gulliblelemon · 3 months ago
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gulliblelemon’s fluffy fics
(You can also find lists here: all, angsty, hurt/comfort, pining)
Happy 18th, Crown Prince Wilhelm (post-canon-div, G, 4.3k) - fluff Canon divergence from end of s2. Outsider's POV of Wille's 18th birthday celebrations if he hadn't stepped down.
What Would I Do Without You? (AU series, T, 37k) - fluff, angst, hurt/comfort How things might have gone differently if Wille and Felice were already best friends before Hillerska. Starts with some (very) fluffy one shots, gets angstier.
See You (Soon) (AU, T, 18k) - fluff, pining Wille didn't go to Hillerska but sees Simon at the jubilee. And does everything in his power to see him again. And again.
Making Music (AU, M, 15k) - fluff, pining A non-royal AU where both Simon and Wilhelm are on a three week intensive music course in the old Hillerska building.
The Last Slice (post-canon, T, 2.9k) - fluff(?) Wille is invited to play video games with The Gang. He has a few things he needs to say.
Unconventional (canon-div, T, 1.8k) - fluff Canon divergence where Wille doesn't step down, a moment where he makes a decision about his future with Simon.
Controversial Clothing Opinions (post-canon, T, 1.3k) - fluff What does Wille think of the infamous plaid pants?
It's Just Us Now (canon, T, 1.8k) - fluff, light angst Wille's internal monologue during movie night s1e2.
Thirteen (AU, T, 4.1k) - fluff Wilhelm is not enjoying his thirteenth birthday. That is until a beautiful boy stumbles across him and invites him to join him and his friends having fun in the palace grounds.
Paper Frogs and Fairy Tales (AU, T, 21k) - fluff, pining Simon works in a bookshop. Wilhelm shows up for a royal book event. Neither of them are particularly pleased with this set up... at first.
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Simon Eriksson Is Not Sick (post-canon, G, 1.3k) - fluff, hurt/comfort Simon Eriksson is not sick. Except he is. Luckily he has the best boyfriend in the world.
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YR Drabble Week Collection (mix, T, 1k) - fluff, hurt/comfort A series of 10 drabbles. Some AU, some during canon, some post-canon, some canon-divergence.
The Icing On The Cake (AU, T, 12.3k) with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic - fluff Somehow, Wille has managed to end up holding the fort in Felice's cake shop. Of course, the worst case happens and a customer walks in. Not just any customer, though. No, the most beautiful man Wille has ever laid eyes on.
Paper Stars and Fairy Lights (AU, T, 11k) - fluff Simon has already had enough of Christmas when his car brakes down just when he's trying to buy a Christmas tree. Help comes from the most unlikely of places, and maybe he and the Prince of Sweden can help each other to rediscover the joy of Christmas.
Warm This Winter (AU, T, 6.7k) - fluff Simon is helping Linda run her stall at the Christmas Market. And he is cold. Luckily there is hot chocolate. And intriguing strangers who make it their mission to make sure Simon stays warm.
Ally Wherever You Land (canon-div, M, 46k) - (light) fluff, (light) angst, pining, (light) hurt/comfort The initiation scandal breaks before Wilhelm is enrolled at Hillerska. Erik finds himself having to win the public's approval and recruits Wilhelm's help, along with a Hillerska student who might raise Erik's profile within the LGBTQ+ community: Simon Eriksson.
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lululeighsworld · 3 months ago
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writing attacks for FE Art Scuffle's June 2024 event: Part 2!
blossom (387 words) -Though the storms of fate may encroach, in this quiet moment, there is only just the two of them. A vignette depicting Sumeragi/Mikoto's wedding day set before the events of FE14.
someday (2,524 words) -Benevolence, grace, and encouragement. These are the things Azura's young heart holds dearest as she learns to dance amongst the waves. A love letter to the Vallite royal family.
persistence (590 words) -The magic Arete imbues her song with is no longer enough to abate the curse plaguing Nohr's king. There remains one last hope to quell his suffering. Garon/Arete Vampire AU.
dawn's mosaic (2,709 words) -The short holiday that Hoshido's new king and queen planned for themselves will be remembered as the one with never ending surprises. Post-Birthright Ryoma/Scarlet fluff.
service (632 words) -Never let three summoners get their hands on strawberries, ice, and a maid dress. The Crown Prince of Nohr can tell you why. Comedic!
Sleep, my darling, night is falling (1,070 words) -It is late. Corrin is tired. Her baby is crying, she can hear, from the nursery the next room over. Post-Conquest Xander/Corrin navigating the seas of parenthood.
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amarioe · 1 year ago
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Hello everyone! I am here to finally tell you a bit about my Ice Prince Zane AU lolol
Basically, the concept is that shortly after the serpentine wars, the elemental master of ice mysteriously dissapeared (AKA somehow ended up in the Never-Realm) and became the ruler and protector of the Never-Realm.
Im not sure whether Dr.Julien was born in the Never-Realm, he somehow got trapped there too, or he can somehow travel between realms(i really need to develop this sheesh) but he was there okay-
Anyway, Dr. Julien built Zane and they bonded like in canon, except there was a woman who was friends with Dr. Julien. Her name was Eleanor, she was an owl formling who would take care of and even learn how to repair Zane when his father couldn't. Her and the young nindroid quickly became friends in the process.
Moving on, the same fake old age death scene happened where Dr. Julien erased Zanes memories. This is where we get to the prince thing lol
Ignoring the criminally underdeveloped Dr. Julien and Ice King lore, the Elemental master of ice had passed away after crowning a new king(and passing his power down onto him), who eventually took Zane in and made him a prince, passing his powers onto the nindroid in the process.
Zanes original purpouse, 'protect those who cannot protect themselves' was switched out with 'become the perfect future ruler'. Eleanor was not happy to learn about what had happened, attempting to get Zane back to no avail. She could only really reach him through her daughter who worked in the castle as a maid, or send him letters. and Zane didnt realise it at first, but he wasn't happy either.
He spent his whole life ignoring his gut, telling himself that this was his purpouse. Because what else would he think? That he was somehow never meant to be a prince and this life wasnt even meant for him? Probably not!
But still. Constantly being served, learning battle & strategy techniques, avoiding being robbed every time he left the castle, being constantly dressed head to toe in fancy garments, all of it made him sick to his core. And yet, this was what he was built for right? To be a prince and a king, to be served and to rule over his nation skilfully and ruthlessly, this was his purpouse.
Well, atleast thats what he thought.
All of it changed on one faithful day when three color coded Ninja were captured and taken as prisoners..
Zane took a big step forward by secretly rebelling against his kings orders, and trekked down into the dungons. After interrupting their argument by unintentionally insulting them, he met the Ninja, who had turned to look at the strange figure in confusion.
And thats when their friendship blooms and he eventually frees them and gets kidnapped by a wolf masked prick with a cult following who wants to invade other realms finds his true purpouse with the help of a little bit of trauma, then makes the big decision to go to Ninjago and become a Ninja like his friends!
So yeah thats about it, have more IPZ art(used a drawing base)
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holdmytesseract · 11 months ago
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moodboard by @chennqingg <3 | divider by @jiyaxedits <3
Through The Years
Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader
Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.
Warnings for this Chapter: bit angst? sad/slightly desperate Loki, drama, yelling? fluff
Word Count: 3k
a/n: This chapter is a very important one, I'd say. After all, we are going to find out who is going to be the heir to the throne! 👀
Also, I thought I post this today, because it's Tomathy's birthday! 🥳🥰
Tags: @eleniblue @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jaidenhawke @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @multifandom-worlds @huntedmusicgardenn @lokiforever @captain-camille @lokisgoodgirl @smolvenger @hisredheadedgoddess28 @glitchquake @chennqingg @icytrickster17 @princess-ofthe-pages @crimson25 @buttercupcookies-blog @elegantcheesecakecrown @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @loz-3 @herdetectivetheorist @simping-for-marvel @km-ffluv @stupidthoughtsinwriting @jennyggggrrr @lady-rose-moon @salvinaa @lovingchoices14 @irishhappiness @sheris532 @princessdragon23 @xxannyxx
❄️ Chapter Three ❄️ Chapter Five ❄️
Ice Flower AU Masterlist ❄ Loki Masterlist ❄ Masterlist
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Chapter Four - The Crown Prince
"What bothers you, my king?" You asked your husband in a soft, hushed voice - not to startle him. He was standing on the big balcony of your shared chambers, gazing into distance. Loki and the landscape to his feet were bathed in bright, soft blue moonlight; illuminating the dark. Summers on Jotunheim were beautiful, you learned. Some might would not expect this, but it was true. It wasn't super warm though, unlike on Asgard. Warm enough to grow crops and such, but that was it. Certainly not warm enough to run around naked - at least for you. While Loki stood there in nothing but his sleep loincloth, you were tightly wrapped up in your Asgardian dressing gown - plus some warm fur slippers. The nights were colder anyway.
"Is it what I think it is?" You questioned him further; now wrapping your hands around his strong torso; hugging him from behind. "The announcement?" You felt how Loki took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, my queen." before he put his big hands on your smaller ones. "I... I am afraid I made the wrong decision and..." You ran your thumb in a caressing manner over the bulging muscles of his abs. "And?" He swallowed. "I never wanted to choose. I knew from the moment they were born that I had to one day, but... I never wanted to carry this burden. Why cannot decide someone else? The people? Or our advisors?" You sighed as well, knowing how bad he felt. "I know, my love, I know, but... Unfortunately, it's the king's decision. It always was; always will be." He scoffed, clearly affected by all this. "I remember that day... Clearly. Father chose Thor. Being the first born was to his advantage, but... Nevertheless, Odin would've chosen my brother. He believed he was the better king. Wiser. More mature. I accepted it - and in the end, I'm glad he didn't choose me. Because if he had, who knows if our paths ever crossed? I doubt it." The king squeezed your hands gently; loving - bathing in your embrace. "Well, I am glad, too, love. I am lucky to call you my queen now - and wife. I wouldn't want any other princess. Just you. Always you..." He muttered, pausing. "But this is different... Our boys are twins. No first born. No one of them has an advantage. By the norns, I wouldn't even want that... We always treated them equally - how it should be and now... Now I am forced to favour one of them. As a father, this is cruel."
Your heart broke at his words. You knew very well how he must feel. It wasn't fair - but that was a burden of being alive... Sometimes it was just not fair. "I know, my love, I know," you whispered and pressed a lingering kiss on the soft skin of his bare back. "I find this just as cruel as you do. Parents shouldn't have to ever put one child over the others and it's just not fair, but... Life unfortunately isn't fair..." You spoke the words on your mind, but stopped to press another reassuring kiss on his skin. "You need to remind yourself that this is a decision you make as a king. Not as a father." You could hear your husband swallowing again, before he turned in your embrace and lowered his upper body, in order to press his forehead against yours. "Should I mirror your words in front of them? Tell Áki and Váli that I'd never make this decision as a father, but have to as a king?" You nodded. "Yes. I think it would be important for them to know." Another deep sigh left your husband's lips. "I hope they'll understand... I don't know what to do if they don't."
You loosened your grip around his torso and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks; giving Loki a soft smile. "They'll understand. I know they will." The king nodded, squeezed his eyes shut and held you even closer. You let him, of course, enjoyed the tight embrace you were in.
"Let's go to bed, my king, shall we?" "Yes." You led Loki back to your marital bed then, sunk together with him in the sheets and held him close. It was just what he needed that night. The undying, unshakeable love and support of his wife.
Nevertheless, didn't have Loki a restful night. He tossed and turned from time to time; thoughts running wild inside his head. That was the reason why he was up quite early; watching the sun rise over Jotunheim.
You woke up with the sun as well; sleepy eyes searching for your husband. "Loki?" "Over here, my love." Your eyes followed his voice. He was sitting on the settee in front of the empty fireplace; gaze settled on you. "Good morning, darling." You smiled sleepy; stretching your limbs. "Good morning." You could feel his beautiful ruby eyes on you; watching you with an overwhelming amount of love and gentleness. But when your gaze met his, you could also see how troubled he was. Still. Your expression softened. "C'mere, my love." Reaching out your hand towards him, you waited for him to take it.
It only took him a few seconds to bridge the distance between the settee and bed; eagerly taking your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. You pulled him gently closer, until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he had no other choice but to lean down. With a soft, loving smile, you caught his lips with yours; kissing him lazily. Loki's eyes fluttered shut; heart beating faster. He'd never get tired of kissing you. Never.
"Have you decided yet?" Your sweet voice urged to his ears; pulling the king down on the harsh reality. Perhaps he got lost in your eyes for a few moments... With a deep sigh he nodded, "I have, yes." and told you this important decision.
"What do you think of it? Do I... Do I make the right choice, my queen?" Loki was so uncertain and troubled. You'd even go as far and say that he was afraid. So, you tried your best to comfort him. Just like you did last night. "I'd say you do, yes." You said honestly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll make a great further king. I am convinced by that."
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Mere hours later, the king of Jotunheim was in his throne room, sitting upon his throne. His leg bounced nervously up and down; he definitely felt the burden of the upcoming event on his shoulders, weighing him down. Like hypnotized, he stared on the big doors, waiting for them to open - which they did only a few minutes later, revealing two guards and his twin sons. The guards let them in, took a bow and closed the doors again, leaving the three men alone.
"You wanted to see us, dad?" Áki was the first one to talk; being definitely the braver twin. Puberty changed the young men, of course, but not their characters. Áki was brave and talkative, while Váli was shyer and more reserved. Not that Váli didn't have braveness within him, but not as much as his brother.
Loki nodded, took a deep breath. "How to begin with?" He muttered to himself, before standing up and stepped closer to his sons. "I have to talk with you both about something important. But not here. Let's take a walk, shall we?" Said and done. Father and sons left the palace only minutes later. "Do we have to be afraid of what you need to tell us?" Váli asked, eyeing Loki with a slightly worried gaze. "No, it's... It's..." The king took another breath. "You are now 20 years old. You've grown into big, strong and wise men - without a doubt. And I couldn't be prouder of you. I really am - and so is your mother." The twin brothers exchanged a sceptical look. Not that they never heard those words from their father before, no - quite the opposite, but... Something in Loki's voice was different. Áki and Váli could tell. "You learned so much in all those years. About Jotunheim, about your heritage, about how to act as princes - and you're doing it to perfection." Loki paused. "It is time for me to make a decision. I avoided it for a long time; tried to escape it, but... I can't do it much longer. Our people, the advisors - yes, the whole kingdom expects from me to finally decide. And I have. I had to."
Váli frowned at his father, while Áki already had a guess. "What is this all about, dad?" Loki sighed. "The throne. My successor." Váli was definitely more surprised than his brother. "T-The throne? You are telling us who the crown prince is going to be?" "Exactly, my son." Áki just nodded. "We're ready for it. I am ready for it." Loki smiled at his sons. "I know you both are. I just don't know if I am ready. Well, I guess I'll never be - but that doesn't matter." The king swallowed hard. "But before I am going to tell you this, I want you both to know that it wasn't an easy decision for me. I thought long about this. Mostly even at night. I want you to know, that I made this decision as a king - not as a father. I never would. My love for you is equally strong. It always was and it always will be. I love you more than life itself, my sons." Áki smiled, just like his brother. "We love you, too." Váli agreed. "We do - and we know that you'd never favour one of us above the other as a father, but have to as a king."
Those words meant a lot to Loki; helping to ease his fear and worries a bit. He stopped and turned to place a hand on a shoulder of each twin. "This means a lot to me. I'm glad you understand. Now that that's settled..." Loki swallowed hard. "Váli, Áki... Each of you is perfectly qualified for the throne, but... I'd like you to be the future king of Asgard, Váli." The young man's eyes widened. He absolutely hadn't seen that coming. He always had expected his brother to be the future king. Áki was stronger, braver - a warrior and a true Jotun, while Váli was... Just himself. A bit dreamy, quiet and had his nose always buried in a book. Despite that, he looked like his mother - an Æsir. Not Jotun. Was that really what his father wanted? What the people wanted?
"W-What? M-Me?" Loki nodded. "Yes, you, Váli." "B-But... Why?" The king smiled softly. "Because you are smart, wise and kind. You always make the right decisions. You are well-read and know how to rule." Váli was literally speechless. His lips moved, but now words left his mouth. "And I am not?!" The angry, clearly jealous voice of Áki cut through the air. Loki quickly redirected his attention, looked his other son in the eyes. "I never said that, Áki. You are smart and wise. You have a lot of kindness in you as well, but-" "But what?!" The furious prince literally spat. "You're a bit hot-headed. You have so much passion and energy flowing through your veins. You, my son, are the greatest warrior I have ever seen. Even greater than I am - which is why I believe, that it would be better for you to defend our home. Make sure it's safe. I want you to stand at your brother's side as his first advisor and leader of our army."
Unlike his brother, Áki rather had expected to be crowned future king. He always found himself perfect for this. Worthy of becoming a king. He didn't want to be jealous of his brother. He really didn't, because he loved Váli dearly. But the heat of the moment and his slightly hot-headed nature blinded him.
Áki answered nothing to his father's almost desperate try to explanation. He just scoffed and stormed off, leaving a distraught Loki behind. This certainly didn't go as planned. That was exactly what Loki always wanted to prevent... What he was fleeing from...
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It was already quite late, when Loki decided to approach his son again, in order to talk to him. The king knew, that he couldn't spend the night in peace without having talked to Áki. You told Loki to give him some space, which he understood - but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to talk to him. So, Loki went to his chambers, but found them empty. Áki wasn't there. It didn't stop the king, though. He had a guess, knew exactly where he would most likely find the prince. While Váli preferred to escape into the secret room in the library, whenever he needs to be alone, his brother fled to the training grounds. That's where Loki went next - and he was successful. Áki was there, letting out all his anger and frustration on a Jotun sized target. His sword beat down on it, over and over again; abusing the wooden surface and causing it to splinter. Loki took a deep breath, feeling his nerves again.
"Son..." Áki immediately stopped at the sound of his father's voice. Breathing heavily, with his chest rising and falling quickly, he turned around to face Loki. "What do you want?" "I want to talk with you." Áki released a breathless, derisive chuckle. "Didn't we already talk enough?" Another deep sigh left Loki's lips; desperation crawling up in him once again. "Please, Áki. I know this frustrates you, but-" "No!" The young prince cuts him off. "I don't understand your motives, father! We both know I'd be the better king!" Áki insisted; fury ruby eyes meeting his father's identical ones. "I never denied that! I know you'd be a great king!" "Then why I won't get to be king?!" Loki inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment. "Because of your temper and hot-headed nature. Those aren't exceptionally bad characteristics - and you know that, but-" "But what?!" The prince spat. "Let me finish my sentence, young man, and you'll hear!" Loki had a short fuse sometimes as well. Like father, like son... Áki clapped his mouth shut at Loki's small outburst and took a submissive step back; turned into a little boy again within seconds. "A-Apologies, father." Loki gave him an intense look and crossed his arms over his chest. "I believe that you can use those... abilities of yours way better in being the leader of our army. You fit perfectly in this role. You were always destined to be a warrior. Just like I am. Just like your mother was." The king's anger deflagrated quickly again, when he saw the hurt and sorrowful look in his son's eyes. A little boy once again, indeed.
Loki sighed and stepped closer to his son; placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "Look, I... That is exactly what I always wanted to prevent. What I always was afraid of - since yours and your brother's birth. I knew I had to choose someday - and it scared me to death. Because of that. Because I had to disappoint one of you. I am sorry, son. I truly am. I... I hoped I would be able to compensate your loss of the throne with the position as the leader of our warriors and first advisor, ruling at your brother's side and supporting him like nobody else could..." Loki swallowed, "But I'm afraid, I failed." and shook his head. "But my decision stands. My offer stands." He sighed. "Again, I am truly sorry, Áki. I hope that one day you can wrap your head around this and forgive me - and perhaps accept my gift for you. You can be angry. You have every right to be angry, but please... Don't blame your brother for this. Don't let him feel your wrath." With those words Loki let go of Áki and stepped back in order to leave. "And please... Don't let me lose my son. I couldn't bear it." The king knew when he lost - and that was the case, so he turned around and walked away.
What he didn't expect, though, was Áki's voice, holding him back. "Dad, wait!" He almost yelled, before adding in a quiet voice: "Please..." Loki stopped dead in his tracks. "I... I didn't mean to react the way I did. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was... inappropriate." Loki swallowed and turned around slowly to face Áki again. "You're right. I have a temper... And I am hot-headed as well. It took over. I got lost in the heat of the moment. I should be grateful for what you're giving me... Not angry." Loki's words hit the young prince; cleared his foggy brain. He could see straight again. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. Please forgive me, dad." Áki lowered his head in shame and regret.
The king couldn't believe his ears. His son's opinion changed within seconds. His heart skipped undeniably a beat; hoping for an immediate reconciliation with his son.
Loki stepped closer again - and once more found his hand the young warrior's shoulder. This gesture caused him to lift his head again; looking straight in his father's eyes. All Loki could see now in those pools of red was regret and pure honesty. He smiled softly. "Apology accepted." Áki's eyes widened. "W-What? Really?" Loki nodded. "Yes. Like I said... You had every right to be angry. I often acted the same way when I was your age." "Really?" "Really." "S-So... You're forgiving me?" Another smile grazed Loki's cerulean lips. "Of course, son. You're forgiven - but... Apologise to your brother as well. He's blaming himself already the whole day... He even thought about refusing the throne, handing it over to you and learning to fight...." Áki's eyes widened. "By the norns... Of course, I am going to apologise!"
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msweebyness · 2 years ago
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Class of Heroes AU: Proposals
I was in a bit of a shippy mood, so here’s a treat that came from that! Here’s some cuteness from when our hero kiddos are grown up! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
Adrigamilukanette:
Who Proposed: Luka
On the anniversary of when he joined the relationship, Luka brought the three of them to the castle and played a song he’d written with three parts, one dedicated to each of them. After that, he told them he couldn’t imagine his life without them, pulling out a box with four matching rings, each with a diamond in one of their favorite colors.
Alyno:
Who Proposed: Nino
On the night that Alya’s restaurant was officially opened to the public, Nino went on stage to make an announcement. Asking Louis to play their special song, he knelt down and asked her to marry him before all of New Orleans and their friends.
Julerose:
Who Proposed: Rose
On the anniversary of when Rose first came to the castle, they were waltzing in the grand ballroom, when Rose had suddenly stopped. With Luka providing the perfect background score, she had knelt to the ground and asked Juleka to be her bride.
Myvan:
Who Proposed: Mylene
It was during a festival in his hometown, where he had always celebrated with Esmeralda and the rest of his ‘sisters’. Mylene planned with the Romani dancers for a special number where she sang and they danced to Ivan’s favorite song, at the end of which she popped the question.
Nathmarc:
Who Proposed: Nathaniel
On their anniversary, Nathaniel took Marc ice-skating on the Arendelle fjord, with the Northern lights lighting the sky. Under the fluctuating colors and the stars, he pulled out an icy blue diamond ring, asking the prince to marry him.
Kimdine:
Who Proposed: Kim
On their anniversary, he had taken her for a ride on Xuppu, where they ended up in her childhood favorite grotto. It was there, with Sebastian providing a beautiful background score, and her sisters on vocals, that he asked her to be his princess forever.
Mireore:
Who Proposed: Aurore
It was the night that Mireille had been crowned Queen of the Pride Lands, and everyone was celebrating on and around Pride Rock, when Sabrina suddenly directed the lioness to look up. There, glittering in the stars(a favor Aurore called in from some friends), were the words, ‘Mireille, will you take me as your queen?’. And when she looked back, Aurore was on her knee in front of her.
Simise:
Who Proposed: Simon
At a kingdoms-wide video game convention, Denise was being honored for their contributions and activism. After they had given their speech, the audience suddenly began to completely lose it, yelling for them to turn around. They did, only to see a 8-bit message on the large projection screen: ‘Denise, will you marry me?’ When they turned back around, Simon was there, down on one knee.
Zosette:
Who Proposed: Cosette
4-Town was having a reunion concert, when Cosette announced they would be debuting a new single, which they dedicated to its beloved girlfriend. In the midst of the song, she brought Zoé onstage, and when the last note hit, they were on one knee in front of her, holding up a beautiful ring.
Jeastin:
Who Proposed: Jean
How else would he do it but the most dramatic way possible? On Austin’s 22nd birthday, Jean organized a massive musical number, with all of their friends participating, that ended with him kneeling in front of his boyfriend with a ring box.
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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 year ago
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Everyone, I have another 🐉Wings of Fire AU...
It is a 🔮Prophecy AU...
The Prophecy of Ten...
(Okay, explaining time: In this au, the conflict lies between dragons, mainly. An old war that has lasted long enough that the tribes are struggling to have enough eggs and dragons alive for their tribe, their kingdom... Queens wanting more power, greedy generals and princesses and princes, oily advisors, and panicked citizens don't help, either... It has lasted long enough that most younger generations aren't even sure how it started, although each tribe has a different story for that, usually depicting them as valiant heroes saving the tribes, unjustly wronged victims struggling to right the wrongs, or opportunists who seek glory for the tribe and treasure... As of now, I haven't decided who anyone is, who is in the prophecy, or which prophecy dragonet the reader is... But, this is a platonic yandere Marvel au, and rest assured, the characters I've written about before will have their place in this... All of that said, here is the prophecy proper:)
One full moon on darkest night
Shining down its silver light
Unto ten eggs within three years
Hatched to end the dragons' tears.
Wings of mud in valley deep;
Wings of sky in mountain's keep;
For wings of rain look up from down
While wings of ice hide with hidden crown;
In the nook of coral red
The wings of sea finds its bed;
Above the buzz and hums, alive,
Shall you find the wings of hive;
Wings of leaf in tallest tree;
Wings of silk in cradle be;
The wings of night arive from far
Right to where the Talons are;
Find wings of sand with final clue:
They lie aside oasis blue...
To end the fear and blood of war
Fire must then temper ore,
For flames make pure the hearts of gold
To bring forth strength in battle old.
Rise above all to stop the fight
Ten tribes whole under burning light
Set right the wrongs by hatching day
Lest all be lost by bloody fray...
(Fun, right? Who doesn't want to make their own prophecy? I will be setting up a poll to decide which tribe (and verse!) the reader is! After that, I'll decide everyone else... Let's have some fun😊)
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annieqattheperipheral · 1 year ago
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accidentally writing an entire sidnate hrpf AU inspired solely by the gifs that came up in whatsapp's gif search for sidney crosby
chapter one | two | three
Royal Hockey Love
chapter two
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Secret evenings with MacKinnon in North America, they chat about their childhoods in Schluxemburg. Secret smiles. But Crosby also starts to think that the weight on his shoulders is not a burden, but a privilege and gift
I'm laughing and crying 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️
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They keep finishing each other's sentences
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Crosby's a cute rich dork but MacKinnon can't help but adore him anyway
My heart has melted. I am a mess.
Cuz after all, Crosby's realizing he has power and prestige that anyone else would kill to have. MacKinnon teaches him about his country's people
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Cinematographer checking in again. You think it's all happy go lucky. Things are going well. He's so happy. He feels so good. He's playing so well
This is my favourite part of the movie that I'll make you rewind and watch over and over again
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Fast forward to after his confrontation with the King and the Royal Guards after that on ice fight and tough game with a nothing bully from MacKinnon's team. "Have you been talking about us? Did you blow my cover to your teammates? To your uncle in the Royal Guard?! I've never felt such betrayal."
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"I can only ever watch out for myself. I will never trust anyone with my heart ever again."
This movie is everything. I'm at the edge of my seat. My heart is breaking for my young prince
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Quick rewind insert: this was that moment right before the big fight that got him thrown out of the game. Chirping from the bench and then when line changes, he launches himself over the boards and then, well, you know. (Ok back to the climax now)
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His father's given him an ultimatum. He can play through to the end of the season. But if he wins the Cup, then he has to leave the NHL and return to Schluxemburg to lead up his charitable initiatives as the Crown Prince. Every game in the playoffs feels like a death march. Especially since he doesn't even have MacKinnon's sweet smiles to lean on and reassure him.
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The pressure has never been this high and tight. It's even worse than before, when the only thing he was worried about was his father finding him. Now, everything is on the line and he's completely alone in his heart.
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Will he do it? Will he shoot the game winning goal? Will he win the Cup? Can he deke around these D-men in these final few seconds of the final playoffs game?
chapter three
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