#prince charming headers

[oautincorrectquotes]

Snow: Regina gave me a get better soon card.

David: That's surprisingly thoughtful of her.

Snow: I wasn't sick, she just thought I could do better.

[anouatblog]

ouat alignment chart

[quetzalerin]

Lord save my heart 🫠❤️‍🔥

[shegetsburned]

❝ the prince’s jewel ❞ w. ryomen sukuna 𝜗𝜚.

BRIDGERTON AU⌇

• — dear gentle reader. this author feels not all is fit to print when so much is already known by far too many members of the ton when it comes to the mighty prince sukuna. though delighted by the frenzy of competition, this author believes that the prince will not participate in any courting exchange, despite his great desire to sire an heir or perhaps his desire to be known as the ton’s number one rake.

.nsfw.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who’s known throughout the whole kingdom to be a ruthless but laid-back ruler, having little to no interest in his subjects. barely governing as it is, he prefers to enjoy the wealth that his title has given him without an ounce of empathy for his poor subordinates. boredom has brought him to london where he believes to find at least some sort of entertainment to pass his time.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has no shame showing himself at the entrances of brothels and shady bars with ladies wrapped around his arms. never denying any of his endeavours and laughing in the face of scandals. when his name makes the header of the society’s paper, his grin grows the more larger.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who believes that, if he is to be married, his highness deserves none other than the diamond of the season, chosen by the queen for her beauty, elegance, purity and grace; you.

he has absolutely everything to envy; perfect musculature, charm, alluring beauty, enormous wealth and bewitching gaze which, without a doubt, attracts most ladies on display. he has many choices and doesn’t want to settle for any pathetic young girl that would throw herself at his feet. the diamond has to be his.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, as soon as he laid eyes on you, never hid his desire to rip your pretty dress apart with his perverted gaze. as you gracefully walked before the queen, his eyes travelled from your lips, trailing down to your appetizing curves moulded by your tight corset. the gown you wore had every man in the room breaking their neck to catch a glimpse of the diamond.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has learned about the custom of a man calling upon a lady and visiting her at her home, which he is way too indifferent to do. instead, sukuna sends you tons of enormous bouquets. gorgeous flowers that mostly scare off callers from their beauty and expansiveness. he might refuse to visit, but his gifts are enough for you to consider his proposal rather quickly.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who couldn’t care less about etiquettes or manners. you danced with another man? he’d immediately interrupt the two of you, groping your gown and pulling you closer with a nasty smirk. another suitor’s writing his name on your dance card? prince sukuna stares him down, tearing the piece of paper and pulling the string around your wrist to whisper in your ears insanities none would dare hear in a ballroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna whose favourite past time is to lead you in the pleasure garden, making sure every suitor, every mama and every lady of the ton has seen you walk beside the prince to the dark walk. he’s always determined to take it a step further. wether it’s with a curious hand on your ass, with his teeth around your earlobe or with his lips tasting your neck, his addiction is the more clearer.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has shown everyone that none other than him should court you and you let him. you let him have a hold on you and on your chances of ever securing a proposal with another suitor. most indeed believe prince sukuna has already stolen your honor even though, despite his most inappropriate gestures, hasn’t declared you his just yet. torturing you with sneaky glances and provocating promises became rather quickly the talk of the ton which suited him entirely.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after several weeks, finally called on you. you’re more than surprised when he bribes your chaperone to let you two talk in private. without lying to himself or to you, he explains the reasons for his visit. truth is, the prince’s tired of waiting and he wants to consume your innocence while he still can.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has you riding his entire length in your bed chamber. innocent puffy lips whining and moaning out his name. tits bouncing frenetically while his claws spreads your ass, leaving an odious mark. an inexperienced debutante like you, euphorically drunk on his dick, had the prince sukuna going for hours. hickies and teeth marks covered your chaste figure, officially claiming you as his. his hands explored every inch of your skin, planting his nails into the fat of your ass every time you bounced on him to lead you further down so you felt him deeper.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after an intense session of fucking and taking your innocence away, doesn’t bother helping you clean up, enjoying the sight of your messed up hair and teared-up dress. he leaves you exhausted in your wet sheets, with the promise of stealing you away to his kingdom the next time you would see him. the only thing he left behind is a lecherous diamond eager for her prince to come back and take much more than just her innocence.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own

[lilbunnis]

❛ ♡. header credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ aemond targaryen has always wanted someone as his own; and with him already having claimed his vicious mount vhagar, the queen of dragons herself--- what is there to stop him from claiming you, too?

author’s note᛬ heey! 🍓 so……this is my second time posting this particular story--- however, it was a long time ago & someone anonymously requested to read it again. happily, i offered to repost it for them (with the exception that i re-edit it since my style of writing has changed / improved!) … anyways, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated. ♡ + both aemond & reader are equally unhinged. <3 mwuah !

warnings᛬ mdni! smut, dubcon [kind of… but trust me, it’s wanted], dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, coercion, manipulation, pussy whipped!aemond, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, obsessive & possessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 2.5k

𝐎𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼, 𝐈’��� 𝐃𝐎 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮.

aemond targaryen has always thought of her as his--- his to protect, his to care for, his to love; ever since he’d met her, he surrounded himself in her feminine presence, around her sweetness and innocence, keeping her close by and never letting her trail very far out of his sight.

unless, of course, it was absolutely necessary, and even then, he’d have one of his most trustworthy guards (loyal only to him) follow her around all day--- discreetly, of course.

however, during their short time apart, the one-eyed prince would be on constant edge; irritable and in a foul mood throughout the time that they were apart, not being able to trust anyone to truly protect his lady the way he knew he could.

oh, how he missed his dearly beloved so--- so much so, that the wayward prince was known for his brutal lashings and merciless beheadings (all a gift to his love) to all of those who merely breathed the wrong way in his proximity.

or simply, sweet gifts of pretty, sparkling sapphires and pearls.

still, he knew that she thought his temper and rage was charming, as she had once told him in that sweet, gentle little voice of hers, soothing his fiery temper as if she were the maiden reborn.

like his own little angel, so delicate, tender-hearted and mine, aemond thought.

sometimes, most of the time, aemond would just simply gaze at her, at her beauty, longingly; like she was the center of the universe and held all of the twinkling stars in the night sky.

most people wouldn’t dare to believe such a thing, but aemond thought it was cute when she learned something new in philosophy, excitedly wanting to share the new knowledge she’d learned from her septa with him--- even if he already knew, just to be able to listen to her sweet, angelic voice.

oh, and on those simple days, content to just listen to her babbling on about whichever subject she deemed of interest; he would lovingly hand feed her fresh strawberries, one by one; the ripest, juiciest and sweetest ones, listening as she breathily moaned in content as each one entered her pouty mouth.

meanwhile, as his little darling continued on about whichever subject interested her at the moment; the one-eyed prince watched in delight as the red juices dribbled down her chin, allowing him to quickly swoop in and kiss it delicately away, causing him to hum in content at the sweet taste.

whether it be from the strawberries themselves or the sweet taste of her skin, it mattered not to the prince--- because the next moment, he would drop to his knees and feast on her delicious, drooling cunt; burying himself right beneath her fluffy skirts as he heard her girlishly moan and whimper for him, as he continued enjoying the taste of her maidenhood.

on lazy days, the prince will sit with her in his lap, one of his strong, lean arms wrapped snugly around her waist, most protectively; meanwhile, his free hand would slip beneath her fluffy skirts and play with her virgin, soaking cunt, teasingly stroking his long, calloused fingers through her wet, puffy folds.

seven above, and the sounds of her soft, breathy little moans, almost luring him to bend her right over the wooden table in the back of the library and rut into her like some wild, depraved beast, claiming her maidenhead as his.

‘twas almost too much to bear for the prince, knowing she was already his in body, mind, heart and soul.

he always imagined what she must taste like that day, right before he would feast on her cunny, almost to tease himself--- like freshly baked sweet tarts, spoonfuls of honey, strawberries…

late at night, while in the privacy of his own chambers, he’d furiously fuck his fist to the thought of burying his face between her smooth thighs once again, wanting nothing more than to taste and fuck her cunt with his tongue greedily; before he’d come so fucking hard in his hand, his seed coating the skin of his taut abdomen and dripping down his fingers--- sticky and messy and entirely spent.

sighing heavily, aemond would barely resist the temptation to exit his chambers and go straight to hers, knowing she’d welcome him with an open heart and open legs.

…fuck, what a waste of his seed, he thinks, for he could’ve pumped her empty womb full of his seed; fuck load after load inside of her, and come by morning, she would already be carrying his son in her belly.

rightfully so; she’s be so beautiful, so fragile, so obedient, a perfect little wife she’d be for him, indeed.

meanwhile, back in the library, aemond would continue teasing her little cunny, occasionally dipping the very tips of his fingertips into her little virgin fuck-hole, feeling how fucking tight she was for him, causing him to harden almost painfully inside of his leather breeches, right below her squirming, little ass.

like his very own wanton, silk street whore.

she continued to moan and whimper repeatedly; making him gently shush her with delicate kisses across her neck, spreading her dripping arousal all around her swollen bud, hearing her mewl his name like a prayer and grip the polished library table forcibly, watching her blissed-out face until she came all over his fingers.

when he made her come so hard with just playing with her little bundle of nerves, he had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure and whisper sweet praises into her ear, knowing how sensitive and needy she was in his arms, just after coming down from her peak and making her come so hard on his fingers.

of course, the more time he spent with her, the harder it was to resist her--- and so, most nights, when aemond could no longer resist being away from her; the need to see her being just too much for him to bear any longer, he’d eagerly seek her out, knowing she’d be in her chambers, awaiting his arrival.

just as eager and wanton as he was, it seemed.

smirking, aemond chuckled softly, embracing her; “my sweetest, my darling, my little love--- fuck, i have missed you.”

he couldn’t control himself anymore, he needed to see her, to be with her, to have her.

always.

specifically, in the late hours of the night, wanting to be as close to her as physically possible; fuck, he loved her so much, he didn’t ever want her to doubt his love for her--- he stripped them both of their evening clothes, his amethyst eye dilated and wild at the sight of her nude form.

during those private evenings, aemond had convinced her for him to claim her as his… fully, in the ways only a man could claim a woman.

with his persuasion, his silver tongue easily convinced her into saying yes; causing him to release a purr and claim her body multiple times that night, until she was a shaking, sobbing and sweaty mess beneath him, full of loads of his seed, while he held her tightly against him in his arms--- possessively.

uncaringly, the prince left all sorts of love marks all across her skin, kissing every inch of her soft, glistening skin that he could reach, suckling on her swollen, puffy nipples, knowing her plush breasts would soon grow heavy with milk for their many babes that’d come someday soon.

selfishly, just maybe; he could persuade his little darling for a taste for himself--- fucking hells, he couldn’t wait for her to grow round and fat with his sons!

insatiably, he would fuck his already hardening, leaking cock back inside of her sopping cunt, his and her own moans of pure love and ecstasy echoing off of the walls of her chambers.

however, even with all of the bliss and pleasure and love; still came her doubts and worries.

his sweet lady, his precious love, his only girl--- was utterly terrified of someone finding out about their affair.

however, the fearsome, bloodthirsty dragon prince would always reassure her; whispering sweet words of his love and devotion into her ears, calming her by kissing her love-marked skin before he would fuck her squelching cunt once again with his cock, ploughing into her mercilessly, filling her with another load of his seed, until tears would stream down her blushy cheeks.

unable to stop herself, she’d let out the most feminine moans for him, not being able to control her sweet mewls from escaping her kiss-swollen lips, sobbing out deliriously as he continuously fucked her ruthlessly, uncaring of who heard them; for the one-eyed prince was too addicted to the taste of her and the pretty, precious sounds she made just for him.

it wouldn’t matter anyway, if anyone were to find out about their love affair--- aemond genuinely honestly couldn’t give a fuck if someone were to tell her lord father that her maidenhead was claimed by him anyone.

if anyone would dare to question his lady’s virtue or purity, he would cut out their tongues, before mercilessly killing them and feed their mutilated corpse to his mighty beast, vhagar.

aemond had always been a possessive man, especially when it concerned his sweet little lady, to the point that most of the noble lords and ladies of the court started to take notice; however, the fearsome prince paid them little attention--- nowadays, his only concern in life was his darling little bride.

some days, when the weather was warm enough and the sun was shining brightly, aemond would take his lady on long walks around the red keep’s royal gardens, right after he finished his morning training session with ser criston.

as always, it was just the two of them, together; and while he watched her instead of admiring the pretty flowers that she seemed so smitten by, he couldn’t stop the tiny grin from spreading across his face at just the mere sight of her.

her, her, her.

his--- his lady, his woman, his wife.

there was a secret, hidden alcove surrounded by various cherry trees and gorgeous pink peonies, which aemond would often bring her to visit; it was almost as if it was their special spot.

then, without warning, aemond would gently press her back up against one of the trunks of the pretty, blossoming cherry trees, kissing her so sweetly, so passionately, so tenderly; it made her swoon and see constellations on the backs of her fluttering eyelids.

“marry me.”

suddenly, she felt as if her heart had suddenly stopped beating and she felt rather faint--- for a moment, her heart felt as if it had skipped several beats, because surely… her sweet aemond did not just ask the impossible of her?

again, aemond spoke.

“marry me,” he murmured against her soft, perfumed skin (that smelled of the lavender oils they’d previously bathed in that morning together) trailing open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive neck, causing a breathy whimper to escape her pretty, pouty lips.

instantly, aemond’s ears had perked up to the sound of her breathing that was quickening, his large hands roaming and grasping at her sides as if to soothe her sudden panic, enjoying the feeling of her womanly curves against his big hands, even through the silk fabric of her pretty, sapphire colored dress.

“hmm…no,” she drawled lazily, though her sweet voice was teasing, “—my father is suspicious enough already about all of the rumors going on about us…he doesn't ask, of course; i’m afraid it’s because he is too frightened of you,” she giggled softly, batting her long eyelashes up at the handsome prince.

aemond smirked, amused by his little darling.

“besides,” she continued softly, her usual sweetened voice saddened and aemond watched as his lady’s heart was visibly breaking right before his own eye, “—my father… he will arrange a betrothal for me soon and i must do my duty, as is expected of me,” she whispered, while gently twirling a few strands of her lover’s long silvery hair around one of her fingers, her face sullen--- like a little girl having her favorite treat taken away from her.

aemond hummed; a soft, dangerous sound as his face remained stoic, not displaying a single emotion that he was currently feeling--- his natural-born eye on the other hand…was a raging storm of a dark, angry violet, screaming promises of fire and blood.

“that'll never happen,” aemond murmured softly, his voice a raspy baritone, completely unbothered, “—if your father even dares to try and take you away from me, he'll suffer a most painful death; i assure you, my sweet lady.”

her heart fluttered, both of her cheeks heating up and her head began to feel fuzzy, a dreamy expression forming on her pretty face; though she wasn’t sure if it was from the warm weather or by his loving, murderous words.

“you're so sweet,” she cooed dreamily, smiling up at him as she wrapped both of her arms around his neck loosely, her fingers gently brushing through more of his long silvery hair, feeling how silky-smooth the strands were--- curtsey of the queen, his darling mother; a sweet gift of scented oils she had gotten for her favorite son all the way from pentos.

“only for you, my beloved,” the prince promised, tenderly brushing his knuckles along one of her rosy cheeks, bending down towards her shorter height and capturing her rouge-stained lips in a sweet, deeply passionate kiss--- a deep, throaty sound of lust escaping from him.

ah, she tastes of the sweetest of innocence and strawberries.

his favorite.

‘twas as if the prince could never get enough of her taste, of her.

sweetly, she releases a little whine, high-pitched and so needy for him; the sweetness of a poisonous kiss--- oh, how he wants to love her forever and bathe in all of the glorious love she had to offer him.

gods, he loved her… only, only, only her.

“my angel, so soft and pure, so innocent; and your precious heart… it is mine,” he growled, deepening the kiss against her lips--- his large, warm and calloused hands began trailing down to cup her sweet, little ass through her skirts, bundling the silky, sapphire colored fabric in his greedy hands to fondle and squeeze the soft flesh of her asscheeks; pinching and clutching possessively.

grinning wolfishly, aemond trailed his open-mouthed kisses down her delicate neck, suckling freshly new love marks into her fading, bruised skin--- all across her neck, jawline, collarbones and the very tops of her soft, perky breasts.

“marry me,” he asked once again, sounding impatient, though he wouldn’t mind begging, if it only meant claiming her for himself.

she wrapped her arms around his neck more snugly, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him sweetly, all across his chin and the corners of his mouth, feeling his hands roam freely all over her once more before settling still, giving her backside a loving squeeze.

“be my wife,” he pleads once more, his tone of voice more desperate than ever before, sweet as sugar and the burning flesh of corpses.

she released a small sigh, moving closer just slightly so that she could brush her saliva-coated lips softly against his own, “yes,” she breathed lovingly, feeling as he visibly shuddered against her just from her mere acceptance of his begging proposal.

“i’ve always been yours.”

fin.

[chiiyuuvv]

scaredy cat ★

boyfriend!maki 0.2k words

notes! requested! happy early halloween

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

at a haunted house, boyfriend!maki would..

🎃 stand at the front entrance of the house, his hands intertwined with yours. he gives you a squeeze as he flashes his prince charming smile, giving his usual speech on how he’ll protect you and yatta yatta. what he forgets to leave out, though, is that he’s feeling a little nervous himself, maybe even more than you. will he tell you that? of course not :)) 

🎃 play a random game of rock, paper, scissors. “loser steps inside first!” he’d force out a chuckle and you would think he’s joking to lighten up the mood but no, he’s dead serious 💀

🎃 use your body as a shield, his hands holding onto your shoulders so hard that you’re sure it’ll leave marks

🎃 scream at the slightest movements. you step on something and it makes a small crunch, scream! the lights flicker, another scream! he sees something moving in the shadows, yet another scream! 

🎃 make so much noise that he scares all the workers away from him and effectively you. it’s kinda ironic considering it’s their job, yet maki seems to do it better than them. 

🎃 give you a big ‘ol sloppy kiss on the cheek once you exit the house and head home. he’s like “ehe, *twirls hair around his finger* you saved your babygirl, your princess!! 🤭” and then you stare at him like he’s lost his mind (he has)

︴bonus! requests are closing november 1st just so i can prioritize my 1k event. they should open up again once the event is done. speaking of event, go vote if you haven't already!

▸ taglist 📬 @rizzkisworld , @cherrycolaberry , @slytherinshua , @enhacolor , @lakoya

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[historical-fashion-polls]

I love how you have the "duchess" costume as your pfp and header because IT'S. SUCH A BANGER mwah

hi dear anon! 💕

omg thank you so much!! 🥰🥰 I'm so glad you noticed!! ☺️☺️

as you may have seen in my unhinged tags on the poll where she was featured, I had such a Normal and Reasonable reaction to seeing that costume and was definitely not going feral or running around in circles or rattling the bars of my enclosure or any such thing 🙃🙃

to be honest with you I was floored when she lost that poll??? not that it's really win or lose in this case, because it's all about people's personal preferences, but I truly was like "ugh babe you deserved so much better" 😭😭

also on a very random personal note, I'm actually writing a gender-swapped version of cinderella set in a fictionalized version of enlightenment france (mostly to help myself get back into creative writing lol), and I was having such a hard time figuring out what the dauphine (my version of "prince charming") should wear at the ball. and then I come across "la grande duchesse" and it was instantly like omg yes this is fucking IT!!! I think I'll have her skirt be mostly black to match the coat (and to fit my vibe of her), but otherwise I finally have a reference for how to describe her outfit, which has been vexing me since I started the story ☺️☺️

anyway, my long ramblings aside, I'm so glad you noticed my pfp and header and that you like la grande duchesse as much as I do! 🥰🥰

edit: i forgot to add this when i posted it, but the poll where la grande duchesse was featured is right here for anyone who is curious ☺️💕

[the-amazing-wonderss]

"Talk that talk"

A/N: Back at it again with another HC inspired by TWICE... This time it's actually going by the meaning of the song ALSO IGNORE WHAT I DID FOR AOI'S HEADER I GOT TOO INVESTED ANYWAYS ENJOY HELPCLPCS ⎯ Mod ☠️

Content: Fluff, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'pretty' that is used in Aoi's part, short HC, not properly proof read/edited Summary: "Just tell me you love me already!"

Characters: Aoi, Teru, Akane

Talk that talk ⎯ Let me know the real you, let me see what's behind all that sugary sweetness in your voice. Don't wanna waste time with the push and pull, just say it out loud and I might say it back.

AOI would be surprised hearing your question towards her. For a brief moment you could see how she froze up and contemplated on your words as her smile drops, going silent for a long time before letting out a chuckle.

It was silly, so laughable even. For you to ask her something so insanely cute that she couldn't help but find it so endearing while you sat there looking all pretty, waiting for her answer.

When she had finally came to a conclusion, still refusing to meet your eyes and instead, stared down at her lap while her hair strands covered most of her face. You began to worry if the question had upset her. Oh but you were wrong. So wrong.

If she were to look up at you right now, you'd seen the embarrassing sight of her flushed redden cheeks and lovestruck smile. Obviously she can't let you see that side to her yet. So for now...

"You're so mean ... to ask a girl for her feelings straight up. I should honestly reject you right here and now for that, y'know?" "Aoi I'm being serious, I want to know..." It was then that she said it, barely even louder than a whisper, did she say something that made your heart skip a beat. - "⎯ I heard a rumor, that she (I) loves you back."

Tell me what you want ⎯ The simple words "I love you." That's all I wanna hear. Doesn't matter where we are, who we are, and what we're doing ⎯ baby I just wanna hear it and fall in love with you all over again.

When you first ask TERU about it, he was probably in the student council room buried in work again. But upon seeing you after you had open the door to the room, he was beaming from ear to ear, that princely smile that made everyone ⎯ including you ⎯ fall for his charms.

However, after he hears your question towards him, his smile drops from shock. Had he not already made it clear how he feels about you? It struck him like a slap across the face to hear you say all this but...

With a sigh leaving his lips, he suddenly leans in. Coming in so close to you that you could feel his everything. The way he had one hand on your waist while the other was holding your chin to look up at him. Whereas with your hand that rested on his chest, you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

You could feel your face growing hotter by the second from how bold his movements were suddenly, mind especially racing when he leans in even closer to your ear ⎯ whispering while holding you so intimately... You might as well just pass out at this point⎯!!

"You can feel it, can't you? How fast my heart is beating so fast for you, only you, just you. " "Teru...I⎯" - "I love you, Y/N."

Tell me what you need ⎯ Enough with the jokes and preparation, get straight to the point and say it. Stop beating around the bush, stop acting like a lovesick fool, just let me love you already damn it.

He's absolutely jaw dropped at hearing your question towards him, him of all people. AKANE is just?? so baffled?? so flustered that he just gapes at you right after you finish talking. Did you not see his previous confessions to you?? Were they so lacklustre you didn't even consider them as confessions!??

But when you started to talk more about the underlining reason as to why you felt the way you felt, he slowly began to understood what you meant. Although he may act goofy at times, he's still the vice president, y'know?

He's bit upset (at himself) but he's not entirely mad about the situation at all, in fact, he's glad to know how he made you feel ⎯ or more so, how you actually felt about him. It's so funny that he can't help but laugh at how silly the situation took a turn to.

Akane tried so hard to impress you that he didn't even realise you felt the same. He's such a fool for you, a lovesick fool who can't keep his hand off of you. Suddenly taking you in his arms to embrace you in a tight hold as his shoulders shake from laughing so much, he loves you. He absolutely loves you.

"I can't believe you feel the same way." "I've alway had been, you were just so..." "I know, I know... I'm sorry." - "I love you so much, Y/N."

[steddiemicrofic]

hi babies i’m on a train just trainin’ it up choo chooooooo anyway your prompt for September is:

✨ Charm, 548 ✨

give me your prince charmings, your charm bracelets, your benevolent witches, your captivating flirtatious maneuvers, and any other interpretations you can think of! important reminders:

fics must be steddie-centric, third person, and 548 words exactly when you paste the body of the story into wordcounter.net

fics headers should include a title, rating, and any relevant content warnings

i’ll comment a 🥧 emoji on verified fics to let you know you’re in the reblog queue (if there’s an issue with your fic a mod will dm you)

you look really cute today everybody thinks so

okay sick that should cover it, happy writing lovelies

-wynn 🥰

[oautincorrectquotes]

Emma: You're on speaker, Behave.

Regina: Or what, you'll spank me?

Snow: ....

Charming: ....

Emma: ....

[crow-stars]

❝DURING MIDNIGHT, ADVENTURES YOU AND I❞

❦summary; during the night is when the best adventures are made

♪the characters in this story; child!malleus draconia, baby!silver, lilia vanrouge

✎word count; 1,380

❀what do the ghosts say?; familial relationships, very very fluffy, malleus child kidnapping oh my gooosh, a panicked lilia

☛the author's notes; got super inspired from @ohsleepie and their malleus & silver sibling stuff, so i offer this! link to the original post. header is also from the art that inspired this piece, so i'll be putting the full picture at the bottom too. i hope you like it!

☪look at the catalogue?

Nights in Briar Valley are always strangely quiet. Sometimes, there will be the soft flutter of a summer bug or the quiet cawing of an insomniac raven. But those instances are few and far between.

It's something Malleus has grown accustomed to, although it's not something he particularly. Sometimes, he feels like some mysterious force compels all of Briar Valley to be silent during the night, permitting no noise or rustling of any kind. The only solace he finds is the fireflies that break through the night's darkness when the weather is warmer.

Malleus pushes away from the window sill, the soft bedsheets rustling as he wiggled to the edge of the bed. He feels himself sink a bit into the plush mattress, almost like it's trying to tempt him back to bed. The young fae ignores this, a destination in his mind.

The tiles are bitingly cold against his bare feet as he pads through the hallways, green light emitting only the smallest bit of luminescence as Malleus ventures through the halls.

The door to Lilia's quarters are easy to recognize, the wood of the door a light birch in comparison to the darker woods that are used for the rest of the doors. Whenever Malleus passed it, he always had the temptation to just enter and never leave Lilia's abode.

In there, it was always so warm, a welcoming orange fire always burning, smelling like freshly cut flowers and cut wood. Malleus always loved it, but time did not always allow him to be where he truly wanted. The door is unlocked when the young prince turns the handle, a smile spreading across his face as he passes through the door frame.

The room is dark as he enters, but Malleus can see the furniture as good eyes adjust to the dark. He takes a pause to look around, door clicking shut behind him as he steps in further.

He carefully walks along the wooden floors, towards the bedrooms. Lilia's bedroom is on the right, indicated by the red mahogany door, decorated immaculately and attractive to the eye, but that's not the room Malleus looks for. Instead, he aims for the room on the left, the door that is decorated in green and yellow stars and flowers, a sight that Malleus smiles at.

Turning the knob, the door creaks as he opens it and steps into the room. There's still some toys on the floor that haven't been cleaned up, but it's part of the charm of such a room, he thinks. Stepping over the forgotten toys, Malleus makes his way towards the crib, inspecting the small figure that wiggles in the crib. When he finally reaches the crib, he leans over the edge, eyes meeting with wide aurora-like eyes.

“Silver?”

Malleus gets a soft coo in response, a sound that makes him smile. He chuckles, leaning down further and hands bracing against the crib. Silver's bib lays on his chest, most likely falling from between his lips.

“Ah, I see you're awake as well.”

Reaching out to the small child, Malleus picks up Silver, arms wrapped around the child just as Lilia taught him. Smaller hands immediately rise to touch Malleus' face, chubby fingers trying to grip at the fae's cheeks.

He looks down at Silver, a hand pawing at his nose. “What trouble, neither of us being able to sleep, hm?” The only thing that Silver responds with is pinching Malleus' nose.

He laughs, humming in thought. “What say you, child? Shall we go somewhere?”

Silver turns in Malleus' hold a bit, head turning to look outside to the window. The fireflies were out tonight, illuminating the dark forest outside. It gives Malleus an idea, one that makes him smile.

“Oh, outside! Such a good idea.” Malleus makes his way to the door, leaving Lilia's home and out into the cold green halls once more. Despite this, Malleus still smiles, cradling a cooing Silver in his arms. “I'll take you to the fountain I like going to, I'm sure you'll love it.”

He hears a giggle, this only fueling Malleus' determination to get to the fountain. The soft padding of Malleus' feet echo through the corridor, following the path that he usually takes.

“I could also show you to the gardens as well.” Malleus' own voice fills up the silence, besides Silver's soft cooing, as he rocks the baby in his arms a bit, absentmindedly. “Lilia says he's been meaning to show you the gardens too. But I suppose I'll be the one showing it to you.”

He turns a corner, continuing on his journey. If he has to guess, Malleus would say that the two were only a few minutes from their destination.

“Though, I do hope you have no allergies to the flora there. I've heard Lilia worrying about you being allergic to things, child.” Malleus ponders all this aloud, head tilting left to right as if to imitate thinking. “Child, what do you think?”

When Malleus looks down, he finds no cooing child looking up at him in wonderment, but a child whose eyes have slipped shut, falling into deep sleep as he was rambling on.

“Ah, you can't fall asleep yet!” There's a pout that forms on the young fae's lips, huffing as Silver sleeps through Malleus' upset. “Could you not stay awake longer? We're almost there.”

And yet Silver still sleeps, little snores coming from the child. Malleus sighs heavily, but continues on his way, dirt sifting under his feet soon enough. It's pleasantly cool against his skin, the sound of gently running water reaching Malleus' ears.

The sight before him is truly calming, the slowly flowing water a nice background sound. There were roses that grew high above the young fae, a nice sight and perfect cover when playing games with Lilia. It also seemed like the fireflies decided to come over, floating about among the area. One even briefly rests on Silver's nose before Malleus shoos it away.

He walks to the bench swing that is tucked in a nice corner, complete with soft blankets and pillows for the occasion that Malleus might fall asleep here. Sitting down on the bench, Malleus grabs a blanket and makes sure to adjust the pillows well, leaning against them and pulling the blanket over himself and Silver.

Malleus is still sitting up, but the child rests against his chest, small hands curled around the front of his shirt tightly. He can't help but rub a few circles onto Silver's back, eyes trained onto the messy white locks that lean against his chest. He heaves a sigh, raising his head to look at the fountain. That familiar feeling of drowsiness starts to bloom throughout Malleus' body, not able to fight off the yawn that pushes past his lips.

With his grip on Silver tightening, Malleus leans back, eyes slipping closed as he finally is able to slip into sleep.

The next morning, the frantic yells of Briar Valley's best general echoes through the castle, frantic calls of his child and the young prince's names being heard in the early hours of the morning. All can hear the thundering footsteps as Lilia runs throughout the castle, checking all the places that Malleus could have run off to.

He finally stumbles on the fountain garden, kicking up dirt as he rushes in.

“Malleus-!”

Lilia stops himself, soaking in the sight before him. He can't help the tired chuckle that comes from his lips, dragging a hand down his face.

Malleus has leaned back a bit more on the swinging bench, arms still secured around Silver, who has taken to having his arms wrapped around Malleus' neck, hands still gripped around his shirt. The blanket has slipped down from where it was on top of them and a pillow looks ready to fall from the bench.

“Oh, great Seven...”

Walking over to the bench, Lilia sits next to Malleus, an arm wrapping around the young prince to hug him close. He relaxes against the seat, fixing the blanket so it properly covers the two children. Malleus immediately goes to lean against Lilia, still sleeping soundly. The sight of it all has adoration bubbling in Lilia's chest.

“Now what am I to do with you two, hm?”

[airbendertendou]

tsukasa is sick of you n bodyguard!fujio

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after a week of fujio walking you home, you began to feel bad. you felt like you were taking his time ; making him do something unnecessary and out of the way just because you were a little scared.

"i can hear your thoughts." tsukasa speaks as he reads a magazine. he glances up at you, a smirk on his lips at your frustrated frown. "thinking of how to confess to your prince charming?"

you stop what you're doing, turning to completely face the boy. "just what are you talking about?"

"you and fujio." he says it so simply, so easily. you stay quiet, raising your eyebrows in question. "the two of you circle around each other all the time." he folds the magazine, laying it on the desk beside him as his eyes meet yours. "there's a bet going on."

straightening up in your seat, your frown deepens. "what kind of bet?"

"the kind where—"

"[name]!" fujio bursts into the room with bloody knuckles and a grin. he holds out a tattered, sopping wet book to you. "got your book back! is that my lesson plan?"

"oh—" you grimace, holding the book between your pointer finger and thumb. you can't hurt his feelings, though, so you grit your teeth and smile. "i'm sure some time in the sun will make this all better. thank you, fujio."

he bounces where he stands, shrugging his shoulders before sitting in front of you. tsukasa hides his laughter with a snort. fujio takes the papers you were writing on previously, scanning them a little before nodding with an impressed face. "not bad, i can actually understand this."

it was a deal you made — as long as fujio was walking you to and from school, you'd help him study. tsukasa stands from his own desk, crossing his arms and leaning down to speak closer to your ear. "what do i get for walking with you, [name]?"

you look at him from the corner of your eye, "well, what do you want?"

"hey," fujio is glaring at tsukasa, "don't make me anemone."

"...an enemy?"

fujio blinks, "that's what i said."

you sigh, silencing the fight that was going to break out. grabbing your school bag, you stand. "it's getting late. ready to go home?"

——♡——

"you're hopeless."

no sooner than the door to your home closed, tsukasa was speaking. fujio ran a hand through his hair, sticking his hand in his pocket soon after. he shrugs, "no idea what you mean."

"i take it back," tsukasa crosses his arms. he peaks at his friend, "you're both hopeless."

fujio whips his head around, eyes wide. "did [name] say something?!"

tsuaksa sighs, speeding up. fujio lets out a loud hey! before quickening his pace. "tsukasa! you're being anemone again!"

——♡—— anon requested : hoho what about both u and fujio having huge crushes on each other, bugging tsukasa just to rant/gush bout how each other is (separately, of course, and w/o the other knowing), and he's just so done having to be secret keeper for two idiots 👀 how would that go, u think? (Also does the rest of oya know hehehe)

anon said : A Fujio fic please 😭 it’s so dry there are barely any

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140

Welcome to Week 139 & 140

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni

A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen

If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993

From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch

Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 6 - @spnexploration

Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

[unohanadaydreams]

Hi, love your header and what I have to ask is not really related to what you’ve been posting but I’m going to ask it anyway. Do you ever think that all of the quincy and then the survivors of the tybw , Yhwach, and even the one hybrid got done kind of dirty. The survivors were zombies for a bit and then just left alone without anything honestly. Those who died in the wars died for well honestly nothing because their goal was never truly completed. Yhwach who apparently had to feel all the Quincy’s die and go through several wars, is forced into becoming the soul king. Like thousands of years of effort and sacrifice just for Ichibei to hit Yhwach with “Hey, it’s okay if you kill Reio I’ll just kill your son instead.” No wonder Yhwach was so mad, Kubo really fucked the Quincy over.

Oh, for sure.

Yhwach's narrative purpose is to be the inheritor of the Soul King & to contrast Ichigo's trajectory.

Ichigo is the living soul. The human king who has the power of friendship and inner clarity on his side, the usual Shonen business.

Like, we know Yhwach is fucking wretched over how the world has been recast to support Shinigami. That he has lost innumerable people in his aim to regain what the Soul King couldn't protect. And that he has lived with this one, singular aim driving him for over one thousand years. Not only because of the shinigami, but because he views the Soul King as a traitor too, even as his father's hands and heart join him in battle.

I really hated that they added that Ichibei flashback to the anime, because it implies that Yhwach didn't even know what he was fighting for until he saw what Ichibei had done.

One of TYBWs charm points is that its the culminations of a conflict that's been going on for over a thousand years. The reapers are sowing. The quincy are so fractured and disorganized from the culling of their kind that most of Yhwach's army is fresh from the human world and can't fight side-by-side to literally save their fucking lives. Both sides have done irredeemable, fucked things in the name of maintaining/reclaiming their world.

To imply that Yhwach doesn't understand what he's fighting for or that Ichibei was seriously willing to let his army live (LMAFUCKINGO) cheapens that by a lot. Yhwach knows he'll destroy the Soul King. He's seen it.

He's been waiting 1000 years to squeeze the world back into one where his people have a chance in hell at building back up again. I will not be convinced that Ichibei handed him this information and I will Certainly not be convinced that if it wasn't for Yhwach fucking up a peace meeting that the Shinigami would've called quits on hunting down the Quincy. Get real!

And like, this struggle has ruined Yhwach's connection with his people, too. The quincy are no longer people to him (and let's be honest here, mayhaps have never been as we would view other people), but a concept. A People. The Quincy. (Really the only deviation we see from this is Jugram, who he feels a lot of kinship towards.) He treats his people with a detached benevolent attitude that you would expect from a God on high.

His entire life has been running toward where he started; without sight or smell or any senses to speak of, just like the father of everyone, the Soul King.

He's the inversion of a Comedy, where Ichigo is staying to the expected path.

And I really love Yhwach, our beloved doomed prince. Because he comes onto the scene as someone who rips through the Soul Society with ease and starts offing shinigami with his army at a terrifying rate. But in the over arching war, he has been the underdog destined to lose. Because someone has to lose. And it's not going to be the beloved protagonist, because he ripped through the Soul Society with ease and is destined to win.

tl; dr: I view Yhwach having the worst time of his life for pretty much his entire life as a feature instead of a bug. Also boo to some of these anime additions. Boo hiss.

[hauntswitch]

I'm so devastated- in the recent doctor who magazine (585) there are a few pages on imagined potential classic who christmas specials, and one of them is a fifth doctor adventure that would be a pantomime- a musical episode if you will! It would hypothetically have the doctor played by Jan Francis, and would feature Adam Ant as episode antagonist Prince Charming (like his song of the same name), and he would "perform two of the episode's 3 musical numbers" (p50). The problem and devastation lies in that I didn't read the header at first and thought it was real. I feel so, so robbed

And thats the picture they chose . We could have had it all .. .

[tigersharks]

🩷 :3

i think it's entirely of your prince header with the guitar but cure beat!! the guitar is her magic weapon :) (i haven't watched this season yet but the very 2000s outfits are hilariously charming, look at this girl...)