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10 years ago i liked the idea of team 10 movie nights. today me approves

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heeey that's courfeyrac! modern au, of course. and he's a hipster.

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Yuletide Memories (Zain Tolstoy)

A mini advent calendar request for @belxsar

Genre: Nostalgia

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“Zain! Come in! Papa’s on the TV!”

A boy of five ran towards the house, tracking little footsteps through the snow. This was his first Christmas away from his Papa, and he missed him fiercely.

It was quiet where grandpa and grandma lived, and he got his Mama all to himself. Crown princes did not complain, he reminded himself. Mama missed Papa too, and she would be sad if she knew he was sad, so he had to be a big soldier and keep Mama smiling. He held onto the little snowman he made for her, his breath puffing out in white.

“Zain!” His mother called again. “Coming!”

Dashing up to the verdana, he quickly kicked the snow off his boots. “Look Mama, I made this for you!” Zain held up his gift for her to see. “Oh did you? Aren’t you the sweetest.” She beamed at him, ruffling his hair. “Why don’t we put Mr. Snowman in the freezer, and that way, he’ll stay nice and cold?” “Yea!” “Let’s hurry. We don’t want to miss Papa.”

Storing away Mr. Snowman, Zain and his mother sat in a cozy tatami room where the TV streamed the festivities from Sanctis. Zain looked at his mother’s face. It was a look she had whenever she saw Papa’s image. Even as a child, the look made his heart hurt. Looking around to make sure there was no one else watching, Zain climbed into his mother’s lap.

“Oh! Zain. What are you doing?”

Zain shook his head and squeezed his mother’s hand. He had grown too tall to do this, but he didn’t think his mother cared. He tucked his knees to his chin, and smiled when his mother hugged him close.

“Zain. Zain?” The sweetest voice called him from his reverie. “Hm?” “Are you alright?” “Yes, just thinking.”

She slipped her hand in his lacing their fingers together. She didn’t pressed. It was simple to follow his gaze until it landed on their son, playing in the snow with the other palace children.

“He’s already so grown.” “Time passes fast with children,” she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder. “It does doesn’t it?

“Shall get call him in?” she offered. “No let him play some more. He only gets to be a child once.” His wife squeezed his hand tightly.

His son was now the same age he had been when his world had turned on its head. He hadn’t known then that his first carefree Christmas in Oriens would be the last he would have with his mother. Christmas had been her favorite holiday. If only she could see what he had made for himself now. Would she be proud of him?

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Late Summer Meetings -Maximillion Levaincois

The Lake (Part One)

A late summer night you let a sigh slip past your lips, as you slid your shoes on, tying up the laces. Another night, another chance to sneak out and see your love, it had been months of sneaking around behind your parents back, the same for him, your siblings sworn to secrecy bribed weekly with differing types of sweets. 

Slowly you walked down the streets of the town, the hot summer night dragging a smile across your lips as you fought the urge to run to the man who you knew would be waiting for you under the cover of night at the lake where you shared your first kiss, you tried to meet there as often as possible, exchanging sweet nothings, and when you didn’t get the chance shooting as many texts to the other as you could, living in your perfect romance with him. 

As you arrived at the lake you saw him sitting beside it, the moon reflecting perfectly off of his hair, he looked so stunning under the light of the moon beside the shimmering lake. When he noticed your presence he stood, walking towards you and capturing you in his arms, murmuring about how much he’s missed you, holding you as close to him as possible, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as he tightened his grip on your waist. 

“I’m glad you’re here” He whispered to you, taking pleasure in the feeling of you in his arms, living for the moment, loving the feeling of you tangled up in his arms as your heart pounded against your chest. You smiled up at him softly, loving the look of adoration that shone through in his eyes, 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” You told him, smiles lining your words as you giggled, 

“I mean, I’ve missed you so much” You finished off, as he held you even closer causing you to laugh even harder. 

“(Y/N), Once I’m king I’m getting rid of the stupid law” He told you, his usual sweet words bringing a brighter grin to your lips as he placed a sweet peck on your lips and you savored the feeling of his lips on yours, before he again continued onwards, placing kisses all over your face, 

“I may have only known you for a day but the moment I looked into your eyes I knew you were something special, my dream came true” He whispered, kissing down your neck, placing a lasting kiss on your collarbone causing you to sigh out at his actions. 

“As soon as I’m king, you’ll come to live with me in the palace” He whispered to you, and you flushed even brighter, you always loved when he spoke about your future, and his dreams for the both of you, he almost drove you insane. 

As always you and Max stayed at the lake until the sun began to rise over it, enjoying the way the sky began to light up a soft red colour as you gave each other a final lasting kiss. 

One day you wouldn’t be sneaking around with him, one day everyone would know that Max is your Prince, but for now, you were happy just knowing he was yours and you were his. 

Sharing your secret kisses. 

Headcannons/ Love Letters/ Stories/ Drabbles

[otomates-a]

honestly wilfred needs to break down and have a good, long cry before he’s ever going to be able to even start the journey to recovery and the fact that his closest friend / butler, his family and an entire kingdom of people who have painted him as an “ice prince” are indirectly telling him that it’s not okay for him to do that makes ME want 2 cry bc he’s been bottling it up so long he lowkey wants to die so he can finally feel some release from his emotions

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ACCEPTING HEADCANON REQUESTS

ONLY ACCEPTING 5. I’m really bad at coming up with words, so it’s gonna take a while, and I’d rather leave only 5 waiting than, like, 20

I accept

Ikemen Sengoku

Midnight Cinderella

Mystic Messenger

(some) Voltage

nsfw

triggers

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Talking about Wilfred's distaste for carrots and onions reminded me, how are the princes' heat tolerance when it comes to hot peppers? I just use them so much in my cooking. 10/10 would watch if Wilfred just stays stoic but has tears rolling down his cheeks while Keith loses his shit. Poor Edward would have to be given milk. I don't know who would have the best heat tolerance, maybe Roberto? As for Joshua, maybe a mix between Keith and Wilfred? I don't know.

Wilfred: tries to keep it cool. His face is completely red, he’s sweating. It’s okay Wils, you don’t have to act strong. Have some milk before you pass out.

Keith: “I can totally handle this! It’s just a vegetable.” Cut to the Crown Prince of Liberty just gradually losing it– choking, sputtering, and finally sprinting off to stick his head in the nearby garden fountain.

Roberto: Probably the most adventurous/rebellious of the princes when it comes to trying new food. He takes the heat like a champ, and even asks for seconds. In this moment, all the other princes hate him.

Glenn: “I am not crying!” He protests, before chugging an entire pot of tea while crying. 

Joshua: He researched the peppers beforehand and watched the reactions of the other princes. He has concluded that he is not risking it. Roberto tells him it’s fine, it tastes great! Now he is definitely not risking it. Sorry guys, taste buds before royal buds.

Edward: He tries a little out of curiosity. He’s surprised at the intensity of the spiciness, but is able to laugh about it when his mouth has cooled down and admits it was an interesting learning experience.

[serfuzzypushover]

Maybe Tori and Gorey split up in BMP AU due to Toriel discovering Asgore had a fling with Rudy in the past, and they are unable to accept that fact for some reason (perhaps some repressed sexual identity issues on Toriel's end, resulting in them wanting to seek a "traditional" marriage that Asgore is unable to satisfy). Over the course of BMP, however, perhaps Toriel goes through a bit of personal growth that has them reevaluate their own sexual identity, realize they aren't she/her (Toriel identifies as that at the start perhaps, but then discovers that doesn't fit them and they go by your headcanon pronouns), and they reconsile and reunite with Asgore at the end of the fic.

i dont think i'd be comfortable with writing that sadly :•( already with dr tori being religious i feel a bit anxious due to trauma. and i dont know if writing tori as someone that's against anything other than a 'traditional lifestyle' would do any good-

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I think Perospero using a candy arrow and bow looks cool, I like to think that he teatched Joscarpone and Mascarpone how to use those weapon.

Seeing Perospero with a bow is certainly not something I had expected, but damn, it actually really suits him xD

That's an interesting headcanon! I could see that being the case^^ Some of the older siblings probably teached the younger ones how to fight, and with how versatile Perospero's powers are, it wouldn't be surprising if he was the one who taught the twins archery :D! ...Man, the Candy King just continues to prove that he's the MVP of the BMP😂🙏🏻

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Headcanon Masterpost

Updated: Dec 20, 2017

8 Headcanons

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Mystic Messenger

How he’d react to someone hitting on the MC: Jumin |

How he’d react to a serious fight: Jumin

How RFA Members feel about starting a family: Jumin, Zen, V, 707

Be My Princess PARTY

When his daughter asks to play during work hours: Claude

Enchanted in the Moonlight

How he’d react to MC bringing home an ice cream maker: Yukinojo |

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

What the Bidders Would Do in a Heat Wave: Eisuke, Soryu, Ota, Baba

Samurai Love Ballad PARTY

How the Lords Spend Time with Their Children: Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Yukimura, Saizo, Masamune, Kojuro, Hideyoshi, Inuchiyo, Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Kenshin, Shingen

What Self Defense/Battle Skill Would The Lords Teach the MC: Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Yukimura, Saizo, Masamune, Kojuro     

One Drabble and Two Words

Sexy Tea (Jan x Chia)

Event Summaries

Be My Princess Party

Steward’s Beach Vacation: Claude

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On Persuading the Tactician

Oh yeah, how in the world would the BMP princes convince a freedom-loving MC mercenary to join in on a war where she could lose not only her life, but also her reputation as a reliable sell-sword? She could just politely decline, then later get more money out of working part-time for the generals of each army; using the coliseums scattered across the countries as a financial backup is another option.

I say this a FE veteran used to recruiting mercenary units with money. Provide more cash for your recruit’s salary, BOOM, new ally. Better hope the enemy doesn’t give larger royalties to woo your soldiers-for-hire away.

And don’t get me started on my chronic arena abuse. Boss abuse too.

The royal family also has to fund its army and govern its nation first, after all. No need to blow cash on a foreign tactician when you have home grown ones who negotiate at a more reasonable price.

Only this roaming tactician has proven herself in her career. All before Shaharazal’s royal court thrust the country into a spiral of civil conflict, which left the royal family decimated, save for one.

Then I remember Nobel Michel exists and in this AU he oversees the capital’s annual coliseum tournament. After all the fights the MC tactician’s gone through, she’s not leaving without some compensation. Not when her identity had been outed, and especially since Shaharazal’s child heir is relying on her.

That’ll leave some leverage through delayed payment for each of the princes to try and persuade the MC to come to their side.

Two weeks. Two weeks are all they have to individually convince her to join their side. And Prince Yakov already has the upper hand through his match with her.

So what would be their prologues?

Well, Prince Keith I already considered using the grandeur and prestige of Liberty to try to convince the MC to his side. My MC in particular gives him the added bonus of saying: 

“Hey, your family’s in Liberty. Best not to fight against them in combat by staying with me. Now stop fooling around and become my tactician: that’s an order from your Crown Prince! ...Unless you prefer being called a traitor, now would you?”

And then milk it for all that it’s worth.

Hit repeat every morning when the MC is invited to breakfast after Nobel persuades her and her charge to stay for two weeks while he finalizes her prize money, to be split between her and Yakov. Come to Liberty, we have higher pay, higher man power, flexibility, you name it. Now stop mousing around and join already!!! Don’t ask about those expensive gifts left at the MC’s door, they’re just samples of Liberty’s prestige. See, excess you can use! Keith’s method is a strong-arm persuasion, what else did you expect from the proud lion at this point?

Prince Wilfred has his stance as the 100th ruler Philip to maintain; his people are depending on him to get the best defense for his kingdom. Unlike Keith, his persuasion has a refined lilt to it. I could see him observing her during each meal and then dropping small suggestions here and there. He’d also ask to join her for a spar or two to gauge how he holds up against her, learn her quirks first-hand while continuing his gentle urges to get her to join his side. Think of him as the shoulder adviser, except he has an agenda to fulfill. 

As for what he’d say specifically, probably how Philip has lasted for so long, has a military rivaling Liberty’s, enough finances to ensure its citizens continue living without too much strain from the war, and then a few hints on his interests. He never truly opens up during this time, but he becomes more comfortable and less quiet around her as he tries to convince her to join him. You bet he’d invite her to tea around the end of the second week as a last effort boost to his appeals, parting hand kiss included.

Oh boy, Prince Edward will make the poor MC so confused by his flowery speeches and generous actions, whether it be asking her out for tea, a walk in Nobel Michel’s gardens, or a talk after a meal. He doesn’t need to try to endear people to him; you could say it’s in his nature drawing people to him, as Roberto also has. Edward’s greetings, speeches, and small actions in tandem with his talk about Charles’ strengths as a nation of the arts, home of the pegasus knights, and leading efforts in healers would lend itself as a strong argument for joining his side.

His country may not be the strongest, but it has its own merits. Edward’s actions can either help or hinder him, depending on how the MC reacts to them.

Prince Glenn would be in a hard spot, being the youngest and also still showing signs of his immaturity through his personality. He’d be so awkward despite his efforts of professionalism during the first week. Even more once he finds out she doesn’t remember him. But the presence of the Shaharazal Prince exile would allow him a way to become comfortable around her, reminding him of Alan.

The canon MC of BMP is from Oriens, so the main crux of his argument would hinge both on his familiarity towards the MC and her origins as a Oriensan citizen. Obey the crown prince or be branded a traitor, except please come to Oriens’ side so he doesn’t have to. 

An MC neither familiar to him nor a native to Oriens would be a harder subject to tackle for Glenn. At best, he’d be the best in conversing whenever the Shaharazal prince is present. He’d talk about Oriens in a mixture of facts about the military and well-known stories to help familiarize the MC to his country. From there, he can only hope his words about his country will endear her enough to join him.

Prince Roberto would be the more energetic version of Edward, minus the eloquent literary soliloquies and outward actions a bystander would describe as possibly romantic. Playfulness, sudden outings, and friendly conversation would describe his efforts towards the MC. The young prince of Shaharazal would also be brought along with them, as Roberto would make sure to include him whenever he was with the MC. If anything, Shaharazal’s heir would become his best spokesman at the end of the second week if Roberto manages to become his friend.

Roberto may know his country would benefit from having a proven tactician on their side, but he doesn’t agree to strong arm or heavily try to persuade her. No. She has to pick his country out of her free will. So, he’ll only talk about his country to her in a positive light without delving into its military or prowess. How about this tale about Altaria’s people and its guardian dragon? Isn’t it a great story?! 

Prince Joshua is the most straightforward of the princes, no lacing his country in embellishments, no excess speeches, no cheap flattery beyond politeness because despite her lineage as a commoner he cannot afford to insult her, be it in either extreme of etiquette. All persuasion will be the expected stock advice given from textbooks, which is double-edged sword for him.

He’ll mainly drop facts about his country’s force that the public already knows, discuss tactics with the MC as much as he can to at least extract strategies from her in case she doesn’t join him. He’ll be heavy with verbal persuasions towards her for both weeks, all capitalized whenever he can find her alone. And like Wilfred, he’ll also ask to join her for a spar. But, due to time constraints, he will run into Wilfred and have to keep himself professional while both he and the Prince of Philip spar with her.

Prince Yakov, poor man, is not part of the Nobel Michel alliance. At best, he only had the coliseum tourney to persuade the MC to his side. Not only does he have a country to unite and a crown to secure, but he also has to defend his country and seek the ice dragon present in Sanct Sybil’s mountains for power to rival the rest of the princes’ armies. 

Should the rest of the princes fail to gain her favor, Yakov will have as much time as he can spare towards convincing her, especially since he is mobile. If anything, he’ll ask if she wants to join him in his efforts. Being familiar with the coliseums, he can use this to his advantage. Both the MC and he can benefit while he migrates back to Sanct Sybil. And that means all the time to get to know the MC. It’s the classic Fire Emblem relationship: fight together and increase your camaraderie. Pub visits optional but encouraged.

Zain I truly have no clue other than him just serving her as best he can under Nobel Michel. Maybe after I read his route I’ll have a better idea about how he is underneath his usual professional mask. Sorry. I just think he’s trusting of Nobel Michel’s power, so he doesn’t see the need to ask her for help defending his country.

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All I can picture is prince Edward in a mobboss style suit sitting in his rose garden and fiddling with a rose while smiling a smile that's not a smile before turning towards the trembling man that kneeling near his feet and saying "It seems you wish to learn how I make the fertilizer for my beloved flowers." Then the man screams in horror as he's dragged off never to be seen again. Meanwhile ed laughs, they don't call him the king of that blood red roses for nothing. @labyrinthofleah @autorhythmicity

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Oh man, it’s been so long since I’ve wrote about the BMP princes!!

Prince Roberto in Quarantine Headcanons

I think it’s a given that we know that Roberto is definitely not someone who finds it easy to sit still and be indoors all the time

But I trust in his sense of responsibility to his people to follow the rules of the quarantine

Frankly I think Alberto would be delighted in the fact that Roberto really can’t escape outside of the palace

But this makes Roberto more creative with his hiding spots

There’s likely hundreds of rooms in the palace, so Roberto takes it upon himself to go room hopping every day

And lucky Alberto is the one that has to track him down each and every time

I also can see him FaceTiming the other princes and complaining about how Alberto is stalking him

“Ed, I can’t stand it anymore!! Al’s just like this overbearing mother-in-law that’s impossible to escape from!!”

Roberto sighs dramatically, complaining to one of his oldest friends.

Edward only chuckles in response. “Perhaps it would just be easier for you to perform whatever duties are assigned to you for the day, Prince Roberto. Our jobs and duties are not paused, even when the rest of the country seems to be at a standstill.”

“Must you always be the voice of reason, Ed?” Roberto pouts.

The telltale sounds of footsteps approaching has Roberto panicking as the screen starts shaking. “Shoot, I think he found me again…! Ed, if I don’t see you ever again, know that I-ACK!”

“Prince Roberto. Pray tell, what is it that you’re up to now?”

Roberto gulps as he ends the call, turning to face his worst nightmare.

We all know Alberto has those Roberto-spidey-senses so it’s pretty much impossible for Roberto to manage to hide away for long

But Alberto cares about Roberto and his wellbeing, so Alberto will be sure to pretend that he can’t find him, just to give Roberto some time to himself

Because as a prince and having such a big crisis in his country, it has to be emotionally and mentally taxing

Alberto will leave a cart with pastries and tea outside whichever room Roberto is in and leave him to himself

Of course, it’s back to the cat and mouse game again the very next day!

[jessyurahara]

The Lake- Maximilion Levaincois-

Late Summer Meetings (Finale)

You’d awoken in much the same way you did every day, with the sun rising and shining through your partially opened curtains, it was always such a warm and pleasant way for you to wake up, as your eyes slowly began to adjust to the shining light in the bedroom. Quickly tossing on some of your clothing, you let a shy smile shine over your cheeks as you began to pull clothes from your wardrobe, finding a jacket and throwing it over your shoulders running out of the house, your job today was to try and help you mother set up her stall in the local markets as it always was. Usually, your job was also to help your mother look after the stall or simply watch it alone all day, today you were helping your mother set up with your siblings and then watching them for the day while your mother watched after the stall alone. 

After setting up the stall until the soft morning sun you went round to your mothers house, and helped your younger siblings get ready for the day ahead, making them breakfast as you thought about what you could do with the day before finally settling on the idea of oh heading down to the lake, you knew you would be able to have a good day down there with your little brother and sister.

Leaving the house with your younger siblings you took both of their hands, one on either side of you, with them both giggling and joking alongside you as they clung to you, pointing out random things while you both walked through the busy market place, smiling softly down at their babbling, trying to offer them reassurance as you headed through the markets, your focus completely on the both of them meaning you weren’t watching where you were going, the next thing you know you collided with someone, your head hitting someone’s chest, you glanced up ready to mumble apologises as you met with hazy violet eyes,

“I’m so sorry” You apologised in a mumble, he’d reached out on impact, his hands now holding onto your shoulders, steadying you when you’d walked into him trying to make sure that you wouldn’t stumble and fall over, and yet, he still held tightly onto your shoulders. 

“Don’t worry about it” He responded softly gazing into your eyes from beneath his hood, you gave him a soft smile as he shot you one that took your breath away, his smile reaching all the way up to his perfect violet eyes, making you melt slightly as your siblings tightened their grasp on your hands. Usually, people would be rude if you’d bumped into them, and you probably would have fallen straight onto your ass and people wouldn’t have grabbed you to try and stop you, and yet, he’d stopped you, and it seemed without much more than a second thought. That smile, that look in his eyes, everything about him, from how sweet he was, to the fact he had saved you made him even more charming. 

Letting your head drop down, you began to excuse yourself, wanting to carry on with your plans with your siblings, but as you went to walk away with your siblings babbling having started up all over again, you felt his hand on your shoulder again, turning your head slightly you caught his gaze for a moment, 

“Please don’t go” He whispered to you, almost seeming to beg you not to leave him, you smiled at him, and looked at him for a moment before gazing back down at your younger siblings, 

“I’ve promised to take them down to the lake,” You said to him in a small, soft voice, you almost wished you could stay with him, something pulling you towards him, but you had your siblings to look after and they always came first. And yet, the boy just let a smile crawl across his lips as he gazed over you and your brother and sister. 

“May I join you?” He asked you, and you started walking without responding, before turning back to him and nodding at him for a second. The man fell into step next to you, your sister briefly let go of your hand and the man captured her in his arms, picking her up in a second and carrying her down to the lake while your little brother still grasped your hand tightly, despite the gap between the both of them they were still babbling to each other. 

As soon as the deep blue water of the lake came into sight it shone underneath the sun, and you felt the little hand grasping yours let go, and watch as your sister pushed on the mans chest, and he slowly placed her on the floor, letting her chase after your brother, watching as your brother stumbled slightly over his own feet, 

“Be careful” You yelled out after them both, not wanting to see either of them fall over their own two feet, gazing at the boy next to you for a moment he shot you a dazzling smile, and you felt your cheeks flush a dusty pink. Watching as your siblings jumped into the lake with little thought to the fact of getting wet or even caring just wanting to enjoy the cold water on the warm summer day. Perching on the grass beside the lake you sat a little way aways, being able to keep an eye on them and yet not worry about them soaking you through. 

“I don’t believe I got your name” He stared at you under the sun, his hood still covering his hair and some of his face, but you could see the faint smile he was offering, 

“(Y/N) (L/N)” You told him simply, as you heard a loud shriek from the lake briefly looking over to see that your sister seemed to have tossed water over your brother, 

“That’s a very beautiful name, I’m Maximillion, my friends call me Max,” He told you softly, and you laughed at his response staring at him with a skeptical look, 

“You have the same name as Prince Max,” You told him matter-of-factly and he simply nodded at you as though what you’d just said didn’t matter, just gazing out aimlessly across the water.  

Both of you sat there, gazing across the shimmering lake water, talking aimlessly, you were sat there telling this stranger, Max, all about your hopes and dreams, your dreams that someday you would have something bigger than a market stall, that your whole life was;t going to revolve around racing around and helping your mother. he offered you a smile, seeming to intently listen to everything that you were saying, and yet you just let a sigh slip past your lips as you finished pouring your heart out about what you wanted for the future, 

“What about you, what’s your dream?” You asked him softly turning and smiling at him, finding that he met you with a smile just as dazzling before shaking his head and you could see it in his eyes, the sadness in those violet pools, 

“I don’t know, there is a lot expected of me it doesn’t really leave much time for dreaming,” He told you simply, a sigh slipping past his lips. His words and his tone left you feeling sorry for him, he had no dreams, no aspirations. You could only wonder what type of parents he had, the type who wouldn’t want their child to dream of a better life, of better things. 

A slight breeze rolled over the both of you, not strong enough to cause any discomfort to the both of you, but it was strong enough blow down the hood of his jacket, leaving you to watch as you were met with shining grey hair, along with the shimmering violet eyes you’d been captured by it was clear who you had been talking to, who you were sat beside. 

Prince Maximilion Levaincois. 

Jumping up in an instant you were on your knees bowing before the prince, eyes on the grass as you bowed before him like any commoner should, and you didn’t see it but the Prince was simply gazing down at you with a confused, rather skeptical look at your sudden movement before he realised what had happened, that you’d seen who he was. Your nose was inches from the grass, and you could hear the rustling of him moving, and then he was down next to you, his hand moving and pushing your chin up so you’d sure back into his eyes, 

“Please get up” You gazed at him rising to your feet the only sound around the both of you being your younger siblings laughing in the lake below, your head was still bowed slightly as you stood up, briefly shooting a glance down at your younger siblings who played in the lake none the wiser to the current scene. 

“Listen, (Y/N), I like you because when I’m with you I don’t feel like a prince, I feel like Max, please don’t blow, please look at me” He spoke with that same sorry tone form when he’d asked if he could join you, that same tone where he was almost begging you but the Prince wouldn’t beg you. You looked up at him, once again catching his violet eyes, you could see the sadness in them, his hands cupped your face, one of his thumbs rubbing across your flushed cheeks as he leaned in towards you, placing a quick fleeting peck on your lips, before capturing your lips with his again for another moment, a perfect magical moment, the whole world silencing around you, as Prince Max kissed you. 

He pulled away from you breathlessly, 

“You can’t like me, you’re the Prince, I’m a commoner,” You told him simply, it was the facts, and yet he simply shook his head at your words, 

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try” he stated simply with a quick shrug of his shoulders, staring deep into your eyes, 

“Like I said, I like you (Y/N)” All you could do was look at him as he took a deep breath and pressed another kiss on your lips. 

It was a whirlwind afternoon, and even though it may always remain your whirlwind afternoon with your Prince, you were loving this moment. 

Headcannons/ Love Letters/ Stories/ Drabbles

[woodknotes]

Queens of BMP: Her Majesty The Queen of Charles

The Steel Rose

Her Majesty The Queen has always been underestimated, which she used to her advantage through the years. She convincingly played the role of the fairytale Crown Princess to the point that The Royal Conference of Charles already forgot the steel underneath the blush, lace and tulle.  

Long before the Queen’s crown was placed on her head, she has already mastered the role of the deadliest piece on the chessboard. With just a whisper, a soft gaze, and a tender touch on her husband’s hand, she can turn the tables to her advantage. It’s no secret that she was the force behind the change in succession laws. Allowing Charles’ most beloved little princess to one day ascend the throne as Queen Regnant.

To the people of Charles and the rest of the world - they embody the fairytale that had gone right. However in small private gatherings, they raise their glasses, offering a toast to their King and Queen - to the most beloved Rose of Charles, and his protectress the Steel Rose of the House of Levainçois, long may they reign.

Queens of BMP Series: COMPLETE

[labyrinthofleah]

How the BMP princes' kisses taste

Wilfred: lightly minty, tantalizingly smooth, longing that lingers after the kiss ends

Keith: fine wine, the heady euphoria of flight, an undercurrent of affectionate pride

Roberto: melted chocolate, a rough jewel to be unearthed, a long-awaited homecoming

Glenn: strong coffee, sweet but complex confections to be savored, nostalgia-tinted sunbeams

Joshua: of cracking open, of first steps, of running a familiar road into open arms

Edward: faint floral fragrance only he possesses, a velvet-soft spring breeze, a fragile yet determined hope

Yakov: smooth but slightly rough leather, the grace and edge of a fang, an unshakable promise