#V: Little Prince

[v-albion]

Introducing the Mommy Issues SquadTM

Empyrean Weeping by @cupcakeslushie

The Little Prince AU by @beannary

Gemini AU by @tangledinink

True Colors AU by me

@tmntaucompetition bribery 😌

[andro-dino]

The princes of funk ✨

[theaestheticmodels]

[takami-takami]

Keigo thinks he's never seen a prettier boy in all his sorry life.

Something about that sleepy spark in your eyes, the air you carry with the clink of your heel against each step— it could bring a man far stronger than him to his knees. Keigo becomes ever so acquainted with the sight of your back as he chases after you, a lovelorn soul helpless to the wiles of a boy and the taste of their lips.

A longing nestled in the deepest pits of his chest calls him to protect you. He couldn't explain how he knows, should you ask him.

He just feels it.

You could be his prince if you'd grace him with the chance to be your knight in shining armor.

And like the loyal knight he is, Keigo follows your invitation to your chambers as if bogged under a spell. As you lounge on the edge of your bed, he kneels. His lips ghost along your knees when he unlaces your boots, preening into the fingertips that thread through his hair and scratch his scalp. The crackles of fire in his eyes only fall dim in the moments his lashes flutter shut.

You play him like a harp of sorts: plucking him reverently, wholly unaware of the way your presence rivals an angel's to him— your body might as well be golden wheels, covered in eyes and rotating in cloaks of fire.

Your voice, too. It's enough to send jolts of electricity to his core, pangs of need from an unmistakably potent lust.

"Are you sure you want—"

"Yes," he breathes out with whatever is left in his lungs. Another kiss, trailing up your thigh. "God damn it, please let me make you feel good. Let me make you sing, just for me."

Keigo is not a man above begging. When he has his eyes set on what he wants, his heart follows quickly in suit; and there is no shame in that heart tonight, no hesitancy to breathe exactly what's on his mind into the open air as long as there is a sliver of a chance you could inhale it into your lungs.

"Do it," you mutter. Keigo's wings audibly flap with excitement, feathers trembling soon after. "I want you—"

You hardly finish your sentance before he crawls above you, caging you beneath him and crashing his lips against yours as you grant him permission to indulge in the finest delicacy to ever grace his tongue.

His head dips down between rolling shoulderblades, breathing sigh after sigh into you as you flick open the buttons lining his thin, cotton white shirt.

It's not often you find Keigo wordless— his mouth tends to run in bed, tends to entice you open with sweet nothings. He can't help that he's chatty; but all those words fall silent on days you reunite after an aching absence, after missions keep him away to protect you from a distance from the dangers of the world.

"Sweet boy," you murmur against him. "Feeling soft today, huh?"

"Mhmm," he all but moans, the little nod dusting tufts of hair over his eyes. "Missed you. So, so much." He punctuates each word with kisses, greedy and latched onto you at the lips.

You laugh as you pull away, getting up to his displeased hum; but oh, that pout is quickly soothed once he sees what you're doing.

Digging through the mahogany drawer by your beside, careful not to knock over the candle that illuminates your room, you fetch a vial of oil and dangle it for him to see.

"Catch."

Like a puppy fetching a treat, Keigo's fist expertly plucks the vial from the air.

He couldn't hold himself back from pouncing if he tried.

[goodoldroyalty]

Prince George, Prince of Wales (later King george v) opening the Westminster - Tooting electric tram service 1903.

You can see the Prince of Wales walking towards a man, but nearby there’s two little boys, the one on the left is Prince Edward of Wales the other one is Prince Albert of Wales.

Here again the two little boys walking behind their father.

An image that says a lot about how their father raised them: he took off his hat and they took off theirs. I find it very sweet that they are keeping an eye on their royal father.

Here’s Bertie watching the crowds, such a lovely little boy.💗

Talking with their father.

[spiritundaunted]

Postcard of King George V, Prince Edward and Prince Albert walking behind the gun carriage of the deceased King Edward VII to Westminster Hall for the Lying-in-State, 17th May. Crowds of people line the street. Queen Mary annotated the postcard with the correct date (the funeral was on 20th May). RCT

Even at this young age, Bertie's got his eye on the camera. Never misses it. 👀

[neek00draws]

Finally finished this sketchbook!! Time to move onto the next!!

[ourlittleuluru]

Took Xavier out for a lil trip to a small event for "The Little Prince"! (≧ヮ≦) 💕 /delulu

The small starry tunnel was really pretty! Wish I could have something similar at home (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

Sadly, Xavier... I can't buy that absolutely adorable music box with the moonlight... There's no place to keep it! (╥ ᴗ ╥)

[thegengarprincess]

It’s his day 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✨Lil appreciation post 4 the birthday boy under the cut :3333✨

*~<3~•~🐱🥁💙~•~<3~*

When I first found JO,Jure was always the one gravitated 2 the most N seeing the way he plays only made me wanna learn drums more.I always wanted 2 but he ignited that dream N 4 that I’ll always be grateful! not only is he extremely fucking talented but also extremely kind N sweet 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.I can’t help *not* smiling when I see all the photos N vids were he’s getting up 2 shit,it should be studied how him just being him *does* things 2 me atp :’333.PLUS HAVE U *SEEN* THIS BITCH/affectionate

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO ADORABLE..

N HOT AT THE SAME *TIME* 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫!!!!!!!

Biting N gnawing them arms N tummy like he’s a goddamn chew-toy,dear *LORD*.Jure rlly is sunshine incarnite,only sparking when he’s around the ppl he lobes or ppl he doesn’t know N that’s something I’ve always lobed about him (cuz if U don’t lobe him then I don’t trust U :3).

As much as I owe so so so many things 2 the band,I also owe a lot 2 him especially.Whenever I’ve either had a bad day or was sick,content of him is one of the things ik will always be there N helps me more than anything on those days which is how I’ve come 2 adore not just him,but the rest of the boys aswell.

That damn smile N Beatles looking ass haircut was what drew me 2 him in the first place,the way he always preforms with so much lobe,charisma N magic N how he looks like an Angel under the lights,when during Novi Val he goes off 2 hangout with the others,cause mischief N be v v v v adorable cuz he’s always sat at the back of the stage never fails 2 remind me why he’s been my main man ever since the start.

Vse najboljše za rojstni dan Jure! 28 yrs of being the prettiest,sweetest,most talented,most precious,beautifulest,most adorable,most gorgeous orange kitty in the whole wide world,tho I’ve only known U 4 one.Hvala ker si ti dragi,ljubim te <3333333333!!!!!

*~•~<3~😝🎥🌻~<3~•~*

[chastillon]

Capri Valentines Ficlet

For @coffeedrgn87! Featuring some slight snarky Laurent and Damen taking them somewhere special. Happy Valentines Day! :) 

@caprivalentine <3 

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you blindfolded” 

Laurent’s cheeks heated while Damen pulled away. 

“And how long have you harbored that particular wish?” 

They were standing in an unremarkable field outside Marlas, and Laurent had been thoroughly sequestered for the afternoon. He had tried interrogating Damen about his sudden desire to take in the nature of the region. Questions rolled off his back and concerns shrugged away as though the demands of their new capital, and nascent kingdom, could be dismissed for an excursion. It was no miracle Laurent had a gap in his schedule. One was forcibly demanded by a particularly commanding king. It was also no miracle that Laurent let his stubborn protests melt away - for all his bluster, he could never say no to that dimple. He still made a show of grousing about their trip until they slowed to a halt in the field. 

It was early summer, and a golden afternoon swallowed the grasses and trees. Damen’s thumb brushed the line of Laurent’s lower lip while he mouthed at his ear. 

“Let me think. When was the last time I saw you blindfolded?” 

“It’s hardly a regular occurrence.” 

“More’s the pity.” 

Damen punctuated himself with a brief kiss to the cheek. One large, warm hand brushed the length of Laurent’s forearm until their fingers were tangled and he was being tugged onwards. 

“You don’t happen to have a Vaskian clan hidden somewhere in the trees? Should I start running?” 

“I’d only catch you again.” 

Damen was leading, so he couldn’t see Laurent smile. 

“Watch your step.” 

Field grass began to transition into soft moss and knobby roots that Damen deftly led them around. Bird cry echoed from above. 

There had been no time in the past few months for a day like this. They had barely left the fortress at Marlas while planning, negotiating, and reforming their kingdoms together. Daily Laurent was accosted by opinionated councilmen and diplomats exercising their right to be a nuisance. Exploring the surrounding wilderness hardly ranked high in Laurent’s priorities. As it happened, the season had just turned from shy spring into a lush, full summer. 

Laurent marked the passage of time - he hadn’t yet known Damen a year, but within months they would pass that milestone. 

An acorn dropped somewhere ahead as Damen led them around more roots. Eventually they veered to the left and a sudden wash of sunlight struck Laurent’s skin. 

“I’m starting to think you didn’t really need to blindfold me for this long.” 

“Maybe, but you love theatrics. Doesn’t it all add to the intrigue?” Plus there’s the distinct benefit of you seeing me in one, Laurent thought.

Damen slowed them to a halt, then moved behind Laurent to remove the silk slip from his eyes. They were standing in a small clearing ringed by saplings and bathed in sunshine. In the center, two feather cushions were arranged upon the ground. They were deep green and set atop the type of threadbare blanket servants used as tablecloths. A thick tome of poetry rested beside them. 

Laurent felt strong arms wind around his waist and someone nosing against his cheek. 

“Happy birthday,” Damen murmured. 

Laurent stood motionless as he struggled to compute the setup. Despite himself, a feeling of awe swept through his body and his heart kicked itself sore. 

“I - nobody knows when my birthday is.” He hadn’t let anyone know, and it had passed unobserved since Auguste died. It wasn’t self-pity. His uncle never celebrated him, and he was content to pass the day in peaceful reclusion. 

Damen dropped a soft kiss to his temple. 

“Well, I have means. And I’m on good terms with a physician who knows you fairly well.” 

Laurent angled his head to look up at his companion for the first time. There was an impossibility in front of him. The only blessed, unforeseen force of nature that could have altered the course of his life so drastically within one year. Not for the first time, his heart felt a vice of love. Their noses bumped. 

“What do you think?” Damen whispered. 

Laurent turned around completely and wrapped himself in the embrace. 

“The theatrics were a good touch.” I think I want to spend the rest of my birthdays with you, like this. Hiding away from politics and reading a good book. Laurent stepped back and smiled. 

“Thank you.” 

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He doesn't know where this place is but it has to be hell. Then again hell couldn't be anything to what he just experienced. Wherever this place was it wasn't Misterica and honestly after watching islands fall from the skies themselves he doesn't know if Misterica is still there to go back to in the first place. So now he needs to figure out where he is and what's going on, but he tired and he's hungry and he's hot.

He doesn't even know if there is anything to eat in this place because even if his nose is trying to pick up the scent of sugar, it's failing to complete the assignment. So the only thing the Misterican can do is investigate. Investigate until the hunger becomes too much and he finds himself licking parched lips behind a metal mask far too often.

Investigate until the lacking smell of sugar in the air starts to drive him a little mad. The heat could be boiling his brain he thinks as he sees his vision blur out and double in the same moment. He's so...tired and it is against his will when he starts to see the horizon tip and the trees become the sky. He hits the ground hard without warning leaving the little prince unconscious on the forest floor.

What is he supposed to do if someone finds a him? Hopefully @tearsoftherainbow is nice.

[v-albion]

Finally!! Someone with SENSE OF STYLE

Kind of a continuation of this

@tmntaucompetition @beannary @tangledinink

Masterpost

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

Theyre teen royalty. If 16th century Europe was Us Weekly they would always be on the cover.

🩷🩷🩷

I got Some Responses so I thought I'd post the drawing on the back cover 💅💅

[verreprincesse]

Cinderella By KayaNohl

[cantuscorvi]

✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's favorite travel destination(s) //for young Raum

Making Moodboards! // @nezumivc103221

Bangkok, Thailand.

Extremely vibrant city, full of culture, history, great food, intense nightlife. A total and utter change of scenery from what he's used to. A thriving place to get lost in, day or night. A distraction and a seduction. Just perfect for the kind of person he was in this moment.

[fatestouch]

“Doesn’t she look pretty on King Aiden’s arm~?”

“He’s one smitten king, I would say.”

“One of many royals. I heard he was planning A. The back up plan was the crown prince of Greenhaven~”

Just the other night, Allisae was happily stargazing with him in the gardens. Now Azrael was forbidden from her chambers—from the East castle entirely. The princess wouldn’t even look him in the eye whenever she passed by wrapped in King Aiden’s arm. Avelan clammed up whenever he was asked for an explanation and made excuses to leave. The entire palace was suddenly giving him the cold shoulder as whispers and gossip flitted about— attacking Azrael’s pride and worthiness for marriage or outright pitying him, as though he’s been cheated in some way.

Everything changed in the span of a day. The last night they went stargazing, and Azrael preferred to watch Allisae's smile, rather than the night sky... he imagined the life they could have together. A life where Azrael--hopeless romantic that he was--could help her smile like this every day.

And then, in an instant... it was all over.

Allisae was now engaged to King Aiden. Azrael was forbidden from seeing her, even talking to her. It wasn't too long after Cecil and Avelan's engagement has been announced... and the alliance between Greenhaven and Vanystea was all but secured.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Azrael had essentially been replaced, for a better option.

It was equal parts heartbreaking, infuriating, and humiliating. With the refusal of any sort of actual explanation, the sting of gossip behind his back...

The prince didn't want to be angry with her... he knew how the Emperor operated. But even so... Allisae refusing to even look at him burned. It burned to viciously and deeply that Azrael had no choice but to lock it away. If only to save his own pride.

King Aiden and Princess Allisae's wedding would be the last Vanystea would see Greenhaven's Crown Prince for a long, long time.