#prince gorm

[deathsweetblossoms]

Taryn and the Ghost by Frostbite Studios

[maingh0st]

absolutely OBSESSED with how many people in the comments of this post are realizing the ghost is hot. like hi friends, I have been a ghost truther since day (page) one, come join me, there’s room enough for all of us <3

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

I’ve never seen such perfection.

queen_joey. Visit her Instagram page for closeups.

This one’s my favourite. For obvious reasons 😌

P.S. Just noticed the tiny translucent fairies 🥰

[petratherrock]

I love the comradeship of The Bomb and The Roach with Jude

With The Ghost I love how he's Jude's mentor. Someone who taught him, and someone who's half mortal who understands well what it's like to be mortal in Faerie.

He's not called The Ghost for no reason. Obviously it's because he's very good at turning off his gps at being stealthy, and for me it's also because he's kind of harder to read out of the three of Court of Shadows who's close to Jude

Comradeship, understanding, mentor something something

I'd say he's a better mentor to Jude than Madoc but that's only because Madoc has betrayed Jude more than once lol/j

TCP

TWK

QoN

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Oh my god, I just love Jude and the Court of Shadows so much. I love their dynamic. I would absolutely kill to see Holly Black write short stories centering around them. I love it like the fandom loves Jurdan. It's too good.

[sweetvillainjude]

Jude + The Ghost

jude and the ghost’s friendship / relationship (whatever you might call it) is actually so underrated. like. hear me out. early in the series, the ghost was one of the first and only people jude ever opened up to. they used to talk about life during spy training together, their memories of the human world. so many of the skills jude uses to survive she learned from him. they’re colleagues, but she thought of the ghost as a friend, in their strange, complex way; he taught her how to shoot a crossbow, how to still her shaking hands.

in one of jude’s most desperate and hopeless moments what she wants is to lay it bare in front of the ghost, ask him to help her so she doesn’t have to face it all alone. she doesn’t, of course—but i still think that’s worth something, that she considered it. jude duarte who relies on no one, who has always had to guard herself against the world. I’ve done a terrible thing, I want to say. Help me.

in that awful scene in wicked king when he gives her up jude’s head is full of a roaring sound, because she thought they were allies, that they were on the same side, that they might have been friends. jude and the ghost were both born in the mortal world, which was one of the things they bonded over. they both did what they had to to survive. she learned so much from him and he respected her and it’s part of the reason it stings so much that he did what he did. “Why?” I ask, hearing Nicasia’s words pounding in my ears like the surf: Someone you trust has already betrayed you.

in queen of nothing the ghost tells her to kill him so he can’t be controlled again, says he’ll show her exactly the place to aim for. he says, “jude?” with all the desperation of a person who has seen their first flicker of hope in a long time. it’s heartbreaking and harrowing and jude’s angry but she won’t do it, of course she won’t, even if she should—because she’s jude, fiercely determined, fiercely loyal.

“I hope betrayal was its own reward.” “Gloat all you like.” His voice is mild. “I deserve it. I know what I did, Jude. I was a fool.”

their relationship was pretty complicated, but one of the most underrated imho. the ghost was one of the most present characters throughout the series and something about the countless nights they spent training—and jude’s thoughts throughout them—always stuck out to me.

He looks up at me in horror. “Then go, Jude. Run.”

[vino---delectable]

I see the ghost likes a woman who can control him. Obviously so does Cardan but I think it fair to mention the ghosts similar desire.

[wintersheiress]

The Ghost

- Larkin Gorm Garret

author: wintersheiress_art on Instagram

proongsjily on Tiktok

[shinebrightruby]

To all the girlies who r just realizing that the ghost is hot......guys

i knew this mf was hawt the second i heard the way he looked, and his personality *chef's kiss*

and yeah he did betray jude in TWK but it all worked out in the end hehe

like, when i was in my delulu era i actually thought he, cardan, and jude would have a love triangle --- COME ON GUYS HE'S FINEEEE

i mean, look at him

[romanovsotma]

Prince Harald of Denmark with his son Prince Gorm of Denmark, 1939.

[vampsession]

You know, knights getting hard in their armour is more common than one might assume. So common, in fact, that a lot of full plate has a codpiece built into it. So, picture this. It's the middle of the night, and you're oh so woefully needy. Typically, you'd just summon someone like me to your chambers. Knights are meant to guard you, after all. It's not suspicious for them to come into your room in the middle of the night. You just need to feel safe, you'd say. But I'm not there that night. I'm out on an extended training exercise, leaving your aching cunt bereft of the relief it needs. So, you make your way to my quarters in the barracks, hoping, praying that you can find me. No luck. My armour, however, is right there. With your brain fogged up with need, you slam the suit onto my bed, straddling it and grinding the codpiece against you, wishing the cold metal was me instead. Then, right as you're about to get the release you're so desperate for? That's when I show up. And I just watch, making you edge yourself on a steel facsimile of me. Don't turn around, little princeling. You don't get to see me without my helmet. Just keep humping my armour like the needy pup you are. ~An Ridire Gorm.

Mine own knight, thee bewitches me with thy words. Oh to find myself rutting against your codpiece in the dead of night, my hands clasping my face in hopes to soften my moans. If I can not gaze upon your bare face, then guide me with your words as you stand behind and watch me. Press me against your codpiece as you whisper what a cock silly prince I am.

What if the crown knew what I whore I am for my knight, if my subjects knew their prince was nothing but a slut? But they don't know and my head is to clouded by the feeling of your codpiece against my wet, the idea your hands all over my body, and my growing climax building inside me. I know nothing but the yearning desire to your fucked out pup chasing the sensation of yours, and currently my own, pleasure.

[lyra-kane]

The ghost is the most handsome one. You can't change my mind😞💞

Lovers of Elfhame by Frostbite Studios

[maingh0st]

my name is whatever you decide

a slow-burn taryn/ghost fic that takes place over several years. introspective & character-focused, but there are other tfota characters and a bit of elfhame intrigue as a treat

A young woman is standing in the middle of the pergola, softly illuminated, looking like a spring bloom amidst the dull browns and grays. Taryn Duarte: husband-slayer, betrayer of the crown, and the only mortal who's ever wielded his true name. He has made a careful habit of watching her from afar. It's common sense to keep his eyes on a potential threat.

now COMPLETE on ao3 🖤

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

“There’s the lean, handsome faerie that looks at least part human, who winks and tells me to call him the Ghost. He has sandy-colored hair, which is normal for a mortal but is unusual for a faerie, and ears that come to very subtle points.”

courtmakes_art.

[justaghostingon]

With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends?

A space opera high school au

Canute, second born prince of the Glorious Galatic Empire of Dane, prided himself on his ability to blend in. He had spent the past four years trying not to draw attention to himself at Gorm High, ever since his father decided to “give him the opportunity to better understand his subjects.” Ragnar tried to frame it as a good thing, a unique opportunity he was being presented with, but by that time Canute was well aware it was his own ill health (and subsequent poor grades) that were the reason his father wasn’t bothering with his education. Both his brother and sister had gone to elite private schools to rub shoulders and make connections with nobles of their status. Canute meanwhile, shared classes with aspiring pirates.

It’s not that Gorm High was bad per se, it was quite generously funded by the local Space Wolves who called the planet home when the solar storms drove them to make port in the winter months. But it was hardly the type of place fitting of a prince. His classmates might just as likely try to ransom him if he was found out, so Canute had decided to devote all his efforts into ensuring they never found out.

It had been easier than expected, all things considered. He was registered as Ragnarson - a code name he he longed to be real in the dead of night when the pressures of princedom were to much - and not by his proper title of Sweynson. Ragnar certainly acted the part of the doting parent - a fact true in all but blood- so well that not even the grumpiest teacher suspected a thing. As for his noble upbringing, his soft hands, his slight accent, his manner of behavior, well. No one was looking at a sickly shrinking violet who never spoke and expecting a prince. It just didn’t click in their minds.

Even when the media leaked his humiliating fate as an “ordinary high school student” and the whole school was abuzz about wondering which school, and could it be there's? He was never a suspect. That suspicion fell on a wealthy merchant’s son, who milked it for all it was worth until a jilted girl got fed up and created a social media firestorm to expose him. The fallout was visceral, and the merchant's son had eventually been pulled out of school to avoid more scandal.

Canute had spent those weeks scared out of his mind, jumping at the smallest sounds and hiding in the one place he knew no one would look twice: Thorfinn’s shadow.

Thorfinn was the school’s legend. A bonefied Space Wolf on Askeladd’s Crew, the biggest and richest Space Wolf band in the area. It was rumored he’d been on that ship since he was six, such a protege that even Askeladd wouldn’t turn him away. He’d rolled up to Grom High fresh off of raiding season, and proceeded to put 20 seniors in the dirt for daring to try and test his strength. He’d gotten away with it too, only a week of suspension and a slap on the wrist. The school either too charmed by Askeladd's silver tongue or too scared to try and cross the nephew of the very man their school, and planet, were named after.

This feat had of course gained Thorfinn a good deal of notoriety, attracting all kinds of hangers on and suck-ups to try and get in his good graces, but Thorfinn's biting tongue and fierce expressions had quickly driven them off. By the time Canute had - exhausted from his latest stay in the hospital and not paying attention - plopped his textbooks next to Thorfinn's on the two person lab tables, there was already a wide circle of empty space around thorfinn created by the desks and chairs pulled far away.

Canute had panicked at first, when he realized who exactly he'd unwittingly made his partner in lab, but as the semester went on and Thorfinn made no move to attack him, talking only when he had to for the projects and otherwise working in silence beside him, Canute realized he'd struck gold.

If Thorfinn sat in a classroom, people did not sit next close to him. If Thorfinn walked in a hallway, the crowd parted for him. If Thorfinn ate his lunch in the branches of the old oak tree (a genuine earth species, and quite the flex of wealth from a school donor) then that was Thorfinn's tree, and no one would even walk under it during their lunch period.

So if Canute slipped on the edge of that circle around Thorfinn, not close enough to bother but close enough to avoid others, no one would try to talk to him either. If he walked just a pace or two behind Thorfinn, he could easily get through crowds. And if he sat under the branches of the Cedar tree in his own private picnic, no one would get close enough to see the food that was just a hair to fine to be the standard synthetically created junk most people ate.

He wasn't a complete leech of course. He'd pay Thorfinn back by partnering with him in science and other classes with mandatory group work. If Thorfinn missed any work thanks to raiding season, Canute would be the one to deliver it to the grumpy teen after he returned. A kindness for a kindness. It had worked very well for four years, and in all honesty, Canute had grown quite fond of Thorfinn, he'd even consider him a friend.

He was under no illusions this friendship was anything but one sided though. Thorfinn didn't lash out at him, but that was about where his tolerance ended. To him, Canute was nothing more than another piece of scenery, like a chair or a desk. The slight confusion in his eyes every time Canute took his place as his lab partner, despite them having been partners for years, never left. Canute wasn't even certain if he realized all his partners were Canute, or if he just thought that long haired blonds were just really common in Gorm High.

But that didn't matter to Canute. Thorfinn was like the Great Gand Serpents at the edge of the galaxy, forever swimming in circles around them, bodies so vast that stars barely mattered to them, much less the humans who lived on the planets around them. They kept the galaxy safe from all beyond, and the same was true of Thorfinn. Canute had nothing to fear in his shadow.

As long as Thorfinn was in Gorm High, Canute's secret was safe.

------

Canute might have spoken to soon. In his defense, how was he supposed to predict this? Thorkell the Tall, here, in Gorm High, hanging from a grappling hook after having ripped the Carbon plated roof off of the classroom barehanded. His infamous ship hovered above them all, pointing laser cannons down on Canute.

His classmates, understandably, panicked. Kids ran screaming in every direction, even some directly into walls. Boys who once boasted they'd take on any threat with ease now wet themselves with fear. Canute himself, sat frozen in his seat, to terrified to move, reciting the shepherd's prayer in his mind. Only Thorfinn seemed calm, laser daggers out and body dropped into a combat stance.

"Great Nephew!" Thorkell cried, dropping from his rope to the ground with a heavy thud that shook the very walls of the now roofless classroom. Several students fainted, but Thorkell ignored them, eyes focused on Thorfinn. "I knew you went to this school, but to find you in this class? What a coincidence!" He laughed, loud and boisterous and tried to pat Thorfinn on the back.

"I don't know you old man." Thorfinn dodged out of the way, laser daggers swinging at Thorkell. "Leave."

"Now, now!" Thorkell leapt out of the way with a grace a man of his size should not possess. "I can't just leave little nephew. I'm here on business!" His eyes turned to Canute, cold as the emptiness of space. "Prince Canute. You're coming with me."

At the sound of his title, Canute flinched. All around him he could see the trembling students still in the room watching the interaction. He could see clearly from where he sat the confusion briefly overwriting their fear. Their thoughts clear on their faces. This guy? This wall-flower is a prince? He's got to have the wrong guy.

Canute tried to swallow, but found he couldn't. The fear, the humiliation choked him silent. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to cuss Thorkell out for his careless words that broke years of hard one anonymity. But all he could do was stay silent, frozen in Thorkell's gaze like a moon rabbit before a skywolf.

Blond obscured his vision, breaking Thorkell's spell. Canute blinked, only to find Thorfinn had planted himself between him and Thorkell, daggers raised. Was he protecting him?

A rush of warmth filled his chest, melting the lump in his throat and spilling out onto his cheeks. "Thorfinn," he whispered in awe. Perhaps his friendship with Thorfinn wasn't as one-sided as he'd believed.

"What's this?" Thorkell boomed. "Young love? Thorfinn have you got yourself a boyfriend? And a prince to boot! You've got some fine taste!"

The warmth that had overcome Canute disappeared like he'd been doused in ice. He wanted to protest, it seemed wrong to misattribute Thorfinn's heroic defense of a classmate he barely knew to something as weak as a crush. He wanted to argue in Thorfinn's defense, but found without the warmth the lump had returned. He was stuck silent.

Thorfinn at least, seemed unmoved, only shifting to a better stance to begin the battle.

Thorkell kept talking, as if unaware of the mortification he was creating. He put his hand on his chin, studying the two of them."Now that I think about it, he does look a bit like Helga. I guess you inherited your taste from your father."

At the name Helga, Thorfinn finally reacted, body loosening as he lowered his daggers an inch. "How do you know that name?"

"She's my niece, how do you think we're related?" Thorkell laughed. "Why your father and I..."

Thorkell's eyes had a nostalgic glimmer in them, that meant he might have kept talking for quite a while, if not for the flaming pillar that fell into the classroom, cutting the wall apart like butter and blocking Thorfinn and Canute off from Thorkell.

"What the...?" A classmate who was somehow still crouching in the room under the desk said, just as a whole fleet of dragon class ships flew overhead, laser cannons blasting.

"Spoil sports," Thorkell sighed, watching his ship be pushed back further and further out of sight. "Well I guess that's it for now. See you soon Thorfinn! And your boyfriend too!"

So saying he began to run full charge up the undamaged wall. Throwing himself forward into the air, he whipped out a grappling hook and hooked his own ship, letting the momentum carry him out of the classroom and into the laser canon fight above.

Canute watched him go, like an ancient warrior of the first Space Age, a legend in the flesh. Then he turned his attention to the rest of the classroom, from the trembling bodies of his classmates, the bits of carbon plating littered across the room, to the desks slowly catching a light from the still burning pillar.

His eyes met Thorfinn's sharp and brown, and glaring like this was all Canute's fault.

Well Fuck. Canute's internal voice sighed. There goes my quiet school days.

-----

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Teachers ushering him and the other students out of the flaming classroom. The capital guard and Space Wolves swarming the area. A medic placing a shock blanket over his shoulders. The same medic trying to give one to Thorfinn and failing. The tears in Ragnar's eyes when he saw Canute unharmed. The warmth of his hug. And through it all, the ever present whispers. That's a prince?

He followed Ragnar as he led him to the principal's office, feeling like a ship who hadn't been properly anchored to the space port and was floating away. He barely even noticed the room was already crowded with Thorfinn, his guardian Askeladd, and even Gorm himself.

Ragnar was yelling at the principal for his negligence. Canute absently watched as his face got redder and redder as Ragnar kept going. He wanted to tell Ragnar to stop. If the Principal got any redder he might just explode. At some point Gorm interrupted, something about money, and Ragnar rounded on him too, calling out his penny pinching ways for scrimping on proper protection. Askeladd spoke up too, trying to smooth everything over.

Only thorfinn stayed silent, honey brown eyes watching Canute's every shallow breath.

"You are all missing the obvious solution." Askeladd's voice broke through Canute's trance. "Thorfinn is one of my best men. If he becomes the prince's bodyguard, he'll both provide protection and minimize the disruption to the prince's classes."

Canute took in a sharp breath. Surely they weren't ...

"I saw him defend the prince against Thorkell in the camera footage" Ragnar was nodding. "He's a good choice."

"He is an excellent student," The principal admitted. "Even with the raiding."

"Then it's decided!" Askeladd clapped his hands. "Thorfinn you're on guard duty! Say hello to your new prince!" He pushed Thorfinn towards Canute, as if they were just meeting, as if they hadn't known each other for four years.

"Hey I didn't agree!" Thorfinn snapped, fighting Askeladd's hand.

Askeladd bent his head, and whispered something Canute could barely make out in Thorfinn's ear. "If you do, you'll get a duel every month." He wasn't certain what it meant, but Thorfinn stopped fighting Askeladd's hands at that moment, allowed him to push him the last few steps to Canute.

Canute's eyes met Thorfinn's, icy blue on honey brown, and wondered what he was supposed to say. What do you say to someone you've known so well for so long, yet never spoke to? Who's shadow had unknowingly hidden you for years? Someone who had tried to protect you when you could have sworn he didn't even know your name.

He smiled, genuine and warm, watching as Thorfinn's eyes widened. It felt like the first step.

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Heather, Cardan and Garrett meetings

Ok, so we have Vivienne, Jude and Taryn-

But who's going to give me Cardan, Heather and the Ghost?

I NEED to see interactions with Cardan and Heather, I just feel like they would be hilarious. Like Cardan would casually be explaining something odd about Faerie, or something bad that Jude did (murder for politics, IDK) and Heather would be terrified. And maybe the Ghost would be comforting her or something. And Vivienne would be furious afterwards.

Oh my god, Duarte sister spouses meetings would be so funny. I'd love to be a fly on the wall to see all of them meet.