#prince of conti

[dreamconsumer]

François de Bourbon, Prince de Conti. Par Louis Boudan.

[roehenstart]

Louis-François I of Bourbon, Prince of Conti. Attributed to Jean-Baptiste Joseph le Tellier.

[rimb4ud]

Louis XIV , Philippe de France , Prince de Conti

A bit of French historical figures for y’all

[faeriichaii]

hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

love your fics sm <333

Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

[achaoticeternal]

can’t you see...?

aemond targaryen x reader part one - nothing between us

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word count: 2.7k summary: The eye of the Seven is observant as they watch the altercations that occur between the prince and you. How far will you allow your temptation to spur you? And how could you ever deny Aemond Targaryen of what the Seven have gifted him? a/n: there’ll probably be a part three... warnings: power dynamics/ imbalance, AFAB reader, religious themes and guilt, coercion/dub-con (but not smut), praise kink, Aegon’s commentary 

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Aemond’s eye hardly left your lovely figure during dinner that night. Though he may be sitting quite a few seats away from you on the opposite side of the table, it made it easy for him to watch and observe you. While others surrounding you shared polite conversation, Aemond thought solely of what occurred in the godswood before you separately entered for the feast.

His mind mulled over how obedient you were… how eager to please…

The lewd thoughts were only interrupted when Aegon leaned in close to him, breath heavy with the stench of wine. It shouldn’t come to him as a surprise that Aegon already had his fill of the wine even as he whispered into his ear, “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?”

Aemond’s hands fisted against the napkin in his lap, knuckles turning white. Yet the unbothered look upon his face didn’t sway, except for a twitch of his brow. His self-control was quite impressive, especially with his brother’s vulgar thoughts being whispered into his ear like a deceptive little snake.

“The lady is not a plaything for you to steal pleasure from,” He quietly spat back.

“I wouldn’t have to steal her pleasure,” Aegon chuckled darkly, “I’m sure your little virgin would love being properly taken.”

Before Aemond could retaliate, their grandfather and Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, stood to address the guests of the feast. He spoke of another passing year of the successes the Small Council had brought to the realm, continuing the peaceful reign of the King. Lord Hightower also pleasantly surprised the group with a toast to the health of Lord Corlys Velaryon and his return to Driftmark as the Lord of the Tides and Master of Ships. Many people shared smiles and small toasts, but Aemond’s eye drifted back to the daughter of Viserys’ and Otto’s most trusted advisor and long-time friend of the Crown.

Yet, he was rather surprised when he noticed that you were already looking at him. It was a look the young prince was unable to discern. You looked at him, with a gaze of longing and curiosity before quickly averting your eyes elsewhere. Your face became warm, if not flustered when you realized that he caught you in the act. But you couldn’t help but to admire him…

Flashbacks of your time spent in the godswood washed over you. That brief time spent together just moments before you arrived at your parent’s side.

“Get on your knees and pray,” His voice had come out in a growl nearly similar to a dragon.

There was no resistance as you gracefully fell to your knees before him. The prince now towered over you but made no movement to obstruct you.

“Will you not pray with me, my prince?” You asked softly.

A smirk graced his face at your question, paired with a breathless chuckle, “I am praying in my… own way.”

With a nod of your head, you did not press him further. Clasping your hands together, you raised them to the height of your chin. You closed your eyes and began to recite your prayers in a hushed tone.

Aemond’s soft touch landed atop your folded hands, “Speak up, my Lady. The Gods can not hear your whispers of faith.”

You set to continue the prayer, yet he stopped you once more, “Open your eyes to the heavens, sweet lady.”

Opening your eyes, you glanced upwards only to be met with his looming presence. He had moved closer to you, his one eye fixating upon you and hand cupping your chin. How pretty you looked on your knees before him, innocence brimming in your eyes. You continued speaking your prayers to each of the faces of the Seven, eyes never leaving him. He looked like a God before you, a god you would willingly worship whenever he called upon you.

The prayer finished, causing you to fall silent. His thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip before light tugging it. When he released it, he pressed the pad of his thumb to your lips. Without any instruction, you pressed a soft kiss to the digit.

A warmth now settled in your lower stomach as the scene played over and over in your mind. Though the warmth caused a faint sense of pleasure, guilt settled into your heart and mind. The eyes of the Seven had seen how you had misbehaved when so loosely chaperoned with the prince. How would your oath to the Maiden waver when truly alone and unable to resist the temptation that came to you so naturally?

Your mind raced with these upsetting thoughts. Surely the prince, a faithful man, did not want to be tainted by the presence of a young lady with such thoughts. It was something that you would come to pray over consistently; every meal, every night, every holy day.

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Over the course of the following days, Aemond had come to find you were always haunting his mind, day in and day out. Whether he be in the training yards with Ser Criston, or delving into the histories during his time of study, his thoughts drifted away to the idea of how soft your lips felt against his thumb. And how he wished to press the digit against your tongue and order you to suck just to see how far you’d go to please him.

He’d shake his head to rid himself of these scandalous fantasies, especially while seated between his own mother and Helaena. The mother-daughter had been chatting as Aemond remained seated across from them, his nephew and niece playing at his feet. Though he tried to appreciate this time spent with his family, his mind twisted to thoughts of seeing you heavy with his own heirs. The two of you having little silver-haired toddlers coming to pull at your legs for attention.

Yet at night during his nightly solitude, the impure fantasies flooded his mind. His typical dreamless nights had twisted into exaggerations of your bodies laying together in his bed, completely bare to each other. How sweet your voice sang out for him as he coaxed you through waves of incomparable pleasure. The way in which your face would blissfully contort as he thrust his cock into your desirable, tight warmth.

Aemond would find himself kicking his sheets off his body, the layers trapping too much heat against him. When that didn’t help, the young prince would strip himself bare, freeing his hard member from the constriction caused by his breeches. The images in his dreams would cause him to tightly fist himself until hot spurts of cum covered his hand and lean stomach, leaving him panting. These nights left him frustrated and on the brink of tears as he questioned whether or not he was cursed with the same lust the Seven bestowed upon Aegon.

In the morning after these dreams, Aemond would strictly avoid you by taking off on Vhagar or locking himself away in his private chambers when not bound to duty.

But at the end of the day, it not only caused a strain on your blossoming relationship - it left both of you even more frustrated, befitting you both in a state of yearning.

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Days later, Aemond had just left his mother’s private chambers after spending lunch with her. Mostly she lectured him about his brothers’ behavior or what she thought was unsuitable in recent Small Council dealings. Surprisingly, Aemond had left all thoughts and dreams of your angelic face and body on his pillow, allowing him to take comfort in his day.

Currently, he was making his way down to the library in search of texts recommended to him by a maester. New teachings had been released from Oldtown and were now housed within the Red Keep’s expansive library.

Yet when he arrived, Aemond found himself met with your figure curled into one of the seats. You were currently facing away from him with an unfamiliar text propped in your lap. It was the way you had strewn out your body that caught and held his attention longer than what might be acceptable. Dressed in a gown befitting the heat of summer, you lounged out upon the chaise with your calves danging over the armrest where one would typically rest their head. Furthermore, your shoes had been discarded and your dress had bunched down to your knees. Where the scene might have been less enticing in the winter where you would wear stockings up your dress, your legs were bare to him. It only spurred the impure thoughts once more.

Aemond cleared his throat which signaled his presence. Almost immediately, you dropped your book when you realized that you were no longer alone. Quickly, you tucked your legs under the skirt of your dress before flipping over to see it was the prince. With a sharp intake of breath, you rose to your knees on the chaise, gripping the backing for support, “My prince…”

“My lady,” He bid you welcome and a beat of silence hung before he spoke once more, “I did not mean to disturb your lounging.”

“You did not disturb me,” You attempted to soothe the awkward tension between the pair of you. It fell silent again when both of you were unsure of what to say. Deciding to continue about your day, you stood from your seat and slipped your shoes on before moving to exit, “Good day, my prince.”

Aemond was quick to notice your discarded book that lay on the floor, “My lady, it seems you’ve forgotten something,” already, he took strides to retrieve it.

Turning on your heels, you watched as the prince went to fetch your book. Waves of horror rocked through your body, “Allow me to grab it. I so foolishly forgot it.”

Though you stepped lightly to catch up to him, Aemond already hovered down to snatch it off the ground, “No, allow me.”

As Aemond rose to his full height once more, you arrived before him. He stretches out the novel for you to take, his eye meeting yours. So far, you were in the clear… But then he glanced down to see what title had kept you so occupied as to not notice his intrusion. The answer surprises him… A Caution for Young Girls.  

Gingerly, you pulled it to your chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “If you shall allow me to dismiss myself…”

“No. That isn’t necessary,” He stopped the words before they could leave your tongue, “I’d like for you to explain.”

Your eyes flickered back to meet his violet eye burning through you. A chill ran down your spine, the question barely audible, “Explain?”

“Yes, explain,” Aemond confirmed, his hands now tucked behind his back so you would not notice the force it took to restrain himself, “Explain why you see fit to read a book with such… lewd descriptions of what should only occur between a wed couple. You were reading it in quite a public space, before the eyes of the Seven.”

Your lip quivered as your heartbeat hammered against your chest. Feelings of guilt and ruin washed over you and the words tumbled passed your lips with little thought, “My prince, I am deeply sorry. I simply wished to understand the duties of a wife beyond what my mother has explained to me and I thought this book would help. I did not mean to come across so perverse… I… I…”

Emotions rocked through your body as the words caught in your throat. Aemond could see how the confrontation had frightened you and it left him with an interesting mix of emotions. He enjoyed having the upper hand, the way you so sweetly apologized and begged for his forgiveness. Even your confession left him pleasantly surprised with the warmth it caused to pulsate through his body.

“I see,” Aemond nodded, “Your reasoning is quite innocent… even if you’ve exposed yourself to such perverse descriptions.”

“I did not know any better; I swear it upon the Maiden,” You clasped your shaky hand over the pendant on your chest.

Such actions and whines caused Aemond’s rough exterior to soften, “I understand…”

“You do?”

Aemond chuckled lowly at your innocent tone, “Of course, I do, my sweet girl.”

Aimlessly, Aemond took the book from your grasp and tossed it onto one of the seats near the both of you. He then brought his hand up to gently grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You worry that you’ve disgraced yourself? Made yourself unsuitable by consuming such materials?”

The tone in which he asked the question demanded an answer. Words lost to you, you opted to nod your head as best as you could within his hold. Your hands clung to his forearm as if your hold upon him kept you from collapsing.

“Hmm… don’t worry, sweet girl,” Aemond assured you, “Your soul isn’t tainted, and we shall go to the sept and pray together later. The Seven will forgive you.”

Aemond watched as relief flooded your eyes. Your lips parted as if to say or do anything, but you were too caught up in yourself to do anything. Instead, he continued to coax you through your panic, “All will be well, but you must share something with me.”

His thumb traveled higher, lightly toying with your bottom lip. As he did such, you asked him for further clarification, “What is it, Aemond?’

His unwavering frown turned into a subtle smirk as you allowed him to take what he wished, “I want you to suck and lick my thumb as Lady Coryanne did to the Lord’s cock in the brothel.”

Shock flooded your senses at the young prince’s request, but could you deny it? If you did not, he might run off and tell your Lord Father or expose your lack of innocence which would ruin you. But maybe your refusal to deny him also came from your deep-seated attraction for the Targaryen prince.

As his thumb protruded past your lips, the choice was made. Almost too eagerly, you began to lap at Aemond’s thumb as you read what the Lady had done with the tip of the Lord’s cock. Your lips then wrapped around the digit, gently sucking at it. Your cheeks then hallowed as you willed yourself to continue… That certainly couldn’t be in the book… Aemond thought.

“Good girl,” Aemond comforted you, “My sweet girl…”

A moment later and Aemond had pulled you around the bookcase, pinning you against a wall. Yet you did not dare to halt your movements, not without his direct order. You sucked off his thumb and then began pressing delicate kisses from the base of the joint to the tip of it before swirling your tongue around it once more.

Aemond growled as his cock strained against the leather of his pants. Without another cautionary thought, he pushed the neckline of your dress to expose one of your shoulders. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone before he began to nibble and suck on the soft skin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He figured that the resulting mark could easily be covered or passed off as a bruise.

Finally, Aemond pulled off of you and removed his thumb from your lips. You whined wantonly at the loss of contact which resulted in another smirk from him. Both of your eyes met before glancing at the red-purplish spots he left after his own attack.

“Don’t worry, my Lady, you shall have more… in time,” Aemond sneered, “And make no mistake that you are mine… the Seven has seen it and decree it be…”

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[leporellian]

ask and ye shall receive

leopold mozart’s portrait cracks me up. they went out of their way to make him look as bitchy as possible

[viviennevermillion]

Sharing a tent with him ♡

author's notes: set during vargas camp. unfortunately i never found a full translation of the second one so if anything here contradicts canon, just roll with it. spontaneously writing this at 10pm after vowing i'm gonna go to bed early today so i can go to work earlier. oops. also picsart gold is making me go off with the headers so I'm making these for literally every character because i have no life. contains: malleus draconia x gn!fae!reader, cuddling warnings: none

Malleus, as always, is happy to go on a trip outside of Night Raven College; especially if he gets to share the experience with you and in this case Lilia as well. To be honest, you weren't exactly excited about spending your days in the woods near the creepy dwarf mine, engaging in sports and camping activities; but the presence of a certain fae prince made you look forward to it at least a little.

That feeling only multiplied when Vargas announced the students would be sharing tents in groups of 2-3 people and Kalim and Cater excitedly asked Lilia to have a Pop Music Club sleepover. "I'm sorry you two, but I think I'll have to decline. I'm sure Malleus-" "I'll share a tent with Malleus", you blurted out and the dragon fairy raised an eyebrow at you but immediately shot you an amused grin. "You seem quite eager", Malleus put his hands on his hips and smiled at you, "very well. I'll allow it. Just be sure you won't be frightened halfway through." You could tell he was joking and Lilia chuckled at Malleus's obvious excitement about the matter.

Malleus absolutely adored the fact that you wanted to be close to him and spend time with him; that you even felt comfortable enough to fall asleep around him. He sucked up every piece of evidence for that like a sponge, already craving the next instance of you expressing how much you valued him as a companion.

You let out a long sigh after Malleus broke the tent pole for the third time by hitting it too hard with the hammer. "Here let me be so courteous as to help you", you teased and put the pole into the ground, firmly hitting it with the hammer a few times until you felt that it was firmly stuck in the ground. "So, what do we do now?", Malleus seemed at a loss, trying to inspect the instructions on the information sheet Vargas had given you, "why do they explain these things in pictures? Why not put words too? I have no idea what this means." You could see him pouting and took the sheet from him with a laugh. "Be glad you'll never have to put furniture together yourself because that's just like this but worse", you sighed and inspected the pieces for the tent, "okay so....uh....I think this big thingy goes onto the pole and then we....uh-" You tried building the tent and helplessly watched the pole tip over and your "tent" sink to the ground. "You know, on second thought, maybe we should just sit down and wait until Vargas does it himself", you gestured awkwardly and sat down on a tree trunk.

"Oh but we are supposed to do it ourselves. After all we won't be able to understand the feelings of humans once they experience the joys of camping after all the hard work it takes to prepare it", Malleus smiled. "You're too eager for your own good", you took a deep breath. "You were the one who wanted to share a tent with me so badly", he grinned and it was clear he was relishing in the fact that you hadn't hesitated even a second to suggest pairing up with him for this trip. "You're making me sound desperate", you shook your head in disappointment and Malleus chuckled, reaching out his hand to you.

"I'm sure this is going to turn out to be quite pleasant if we commit to it. Once we're finished with our work we can be proud of the result. It might not be perfect but it'll be ours and we can share it for the next few days like a temporary home for just the two of us-" His words made your heart flutter and you took his hand and got up. "How could I say no when you put it like that?", you sighed and continued trying to build the tent.

You enjoyed a nice evening with Malleus and the other students; grilling marshmallows over the campfire and listening to the others talking about experiences they had with camping so far. There were fireflies surrounding you, nothing too unusual for being around Malleus, and the atmosphere was a peaceful one that made both of you feel happy and content.

The two of you were the last ones at the campfire, watching the embers as well as the stars above. You rested your head on Malleus's shoulder as a shooting star passed the night sky. Malleus leaned his head against yours and closed his eyes, a peaceful smile on his face as well. Malleus put out the fire and the two of you went to bed, turned to each other in your sleeping bags.

You watched curiously as Malleus pulled out something from his backpack. It was an enchanted lamp, shaped like a rose. Small, soft lights were dancing across the petals, bouncing off the ceiling of the tent. "These are quite popular in Briar Valley. I thought you might like it, so I brought it along", he smiled and put it somewhere where both of you could look at it. The conversation about the lamp evolved into a quiet talk about Briar Valley; Malleus telling you all sorts of stories about his homeland and mentioning a variety of places he was going to show you if you wanted to visit. He spoke with fondness until both of your words had turned to mere whispers.

If you don't pull the good old "I'm so cold" trick to try and be closer to him, he definitely will.

Malleus was amused at how almost dramatic you were about it. "It's so icy in this tent... I'm going to freeze to death....whatever shall I do?", you sighed with a sorrowful expression on your face and Malleus looked at you seriously. "I could make a fire to warm-" "GOD NO", you gestured wildly as you felt Malleus's fire magic manifesting within the tent. He put the flame out just as fast as it had appeared. He seemed to ponder the predicament further, then smirking at you. "Of course...you could always come closer if you dare", he teased, "I won't mind." "You don't have to tell me that", you smirked back.

That was how you ended up snuggled against Malleus in his sleeping bag, your own sleeping bag long discarded to the side. You had your head rested on his chest and your arms wrapped tightly around him. "This is a strange feeling....but not unpleasant. I like it", Malleus mused and absentmindedly started drawing circles on your shoulders, "although something tells me you had intended for this all along." He smiled as you confirmed his suspicion, a little flustered from the fact that he had seen through you. "There's no need to shy away from me", he clarified, "you need only ask. I don't mind being close to you." He breathed out and closed his eyes, leaning his cheek against your forehead.

The two of you remained silent for a while, until you weren't even sure if he was still awake. "Malleus?", you whispered; a quiet "hmm?" signaling that he wasn't asleep. You hesitated for a moment, your fingertips running up and down his arm. "I just wanted to say...", you took a deep breath, "I've really grown to treasure your presence in my life... You've become very important to me and being around you....well....makes me happy. I'm glad to have met you. I hope you know that." You could hear Malleus's heart beating faster against your ear and you felt him trying to pull you even closer.

"That means quite a lot to me", he whispered back, his lips grazing your forehead as he spoke, making you wish he'd just press a kiss to your skin already, "I feel the same about you. Thank you for being part of my life." You squeezed him gently in your embrace, making him smile.

You remained silent for a few moments, thinking about what you should say next. "You know.... I've spent all my life going from place to place; meeting all kinds of people and experiencing the brief but meaningful moments that life among humans had to offer, but I never really stuck around anywhere. There was nothing that I felt could capture my interest forever; just a century even. The people I met were just as fleeting as my time spent with them. I never had any reason to settle down", you whispered and took his hand into yours, running your thumb across his soft skin, "but now that I've met Lilia, Silver, Sebek and especially you, for the first time I'm certain I want to stay. Do you think there might be place for me in Briar Valley?"

Malleus was awestruck, his eyes widening with every word you spoke. Surprise made him incapable of even replying for a minute. His heart fluttered and there was a feeling of warmth and love in his chest that he didn't even know he craved this much but that henever wanted to miss out on again. You really wanted to stay...with him...as if it was the most self-evident thing possible.

Malleus's expression turned into a soft smile eventually and he squeezed your hand back. "I'm sure that could be arranged", he whispered with an adoration in his voice that was hard not to pick up on, "got anything in mind already?" You closed your eyes, focusing on his chest rising and falling and the soft sound of his breathing. You knew what you wanted. But you didn't dare say it yet. "We'll see." Malleus nodded. Perhaps you could be a guard. Or an attendant. Or an advisor. Or perhaps...the idea he undoubtedly liked the most: You could stand at his side, watching over the country alongside him; forever united in the love you felt for one another.

"Yes. We'll see", he confirmed and wrapped his arms tighter around you; the dreams you two shared remaining unspoken for now. But Malleus knew just as well as you did where he wanted to take the bond you had. Just say the word and I'm yours, he thought, falling asleep with you in his arms and a peaceful smile on his face.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Do we know the favorite books that the French revolution figures liked to read? (It could be anyone, Robespierre or Saint just or Louis xvi it doesn't matter).

Much like this old ask about revolutionaries’ favorite dishes, I can’t say I know of any instance of someone exclaiming: ”this is 100% my favorite book,” but at tops people mentioning books that they thought were good or bad:

In his memoirs, Brissot writes he’s picking up Rousseau’s Confessions for the sixth time, so I guess that could qualify as a favorite book? send help

We have this list of books seized at Robespierre’s place after his death.

According to the memoirs of Élisabeth Duplay, Robespierre would read ”the works of Corneille, Voltaire and Rousseau” for her family in the evenings.

In a short biography over Desmoulins written in 1834, Marcellin Matton claims his favorite book was René Aubert de Vertot’s Histoire des révolutions arrivées dans le gouvernement de la République romaine (1719), of which he always carried a copy. Matton is an infamous romanticizer it’s from him we have the stupid leave myth for example, but I’m willing to give him some leeway here since he could have obtained the information from Camille’s mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who were his friends:

In one of his first classes, he received Vertot's Révolutions romaines as a prize. Reading this work transported him with admiration; in the future, he always had a volume in his pocket. It was for him an indispensable companion, it was his vade mecum. He used or lost at least twenty volumes. It is perhaps to this excellent work and to the particular work that he did on the discourses of Cicero and especially on his Philippics, that we owe the lively and sharp style which distinguishes all the writings coming from the pen of Camille .

Desmoulins was however less fond of Rousseau’s Confessions, in number 55 (December 1790) of Révolutions de France et de Brabant he admits that he abandoned the book after getting infuriated by it:

Not that I idolize J.J. as I did in the past, since I saw in his Confessions that he had become an aristocrat in his old age. How far he was from looking at an Alexander with the pride of this Cynic, to whom he is compared, and how painfully I saw that he united the opposite faults of Diogenes and Arisippus! It is a pleasant thing to hear the author of the Social Contract protest in his Confessions about the simplicity of the commerce of such great lords (M. and Madame de Luxembourg) he cries with joy, he wants to kiss the feet of this good marshal, because he wanted to accompany one of his friends, an office clerk, for a walk. Is there anything smaller, more ridiculous? I received, he says elsewhere, the greatest honor that a man can receive, the visit of the Prince de Conti, (an honor that Rousseau shared with all the girls of the Palais-Royal.) At this point I tossed away the book out of spite, and I admit, that I had to reread the speech on equality of conditions, and Julie's novel, in order to not hate the philosopher of Geneva, like Durosoy and Mallet du Pan; for the same principles, in the mouth of such a great man, are more condemnable and worthy of aversion than in the mouths of our two gazetteers, whom God created poor in spirit, and predestined as such to the kingdom of heaven.

In a diary kept over the summer of 1788, Lucile Desmoulins mentions reading L’Âge d’Or (1782) by Sylvain Maréchal (of which she also copied two verses, Le Trésor and Le contrat de mariage devant la nature, in a notebook the year earlier), Les Idylles et poèmes champêtres (1762) by Salomon Gessner, L’Hymne au soleil, suivi de plusieurs morceaux du même genre qui n’ont point encore paru (1782) by Abbé de Reyrac (where she wrote down the verse La Gelée d’avril), Nouvelles lettres anglaises, ou Histoire du Chevalier Grandisson (1754) by Samuel Richardson and  Les Noces patriarchales, poëme en prose en cinq chants (1777) by Robert Martin Lesuire.

In his memoirs, Buzot mentions enjoying the works of Rousseau and Plutarch:

With what charms I still remember this happy period of my life which can no longer return, when, during the day, I silently roamed the mountains and woods of the city where I was born, reading with delight some works of Plutarch or of Rousseau, or recalling to my memory the most precious features of their morality and their philosophy. Sometimes, sitting on the flowering grass, in the shade of some thick trees, I indulged, in a sweet melancholy, in the memories of the sorrows and the pleasures which had in turn agitated the first days of my life. Often the cherished works of these two good men had occupied or maintained my vigils with a friend of my age whom death took from me at thirty, and whose memory, always dear and respected, has preserved from many errors!

Wow any chance you can sound even more like an 18th century man stereotype, Buzot?

…and that’s basically all I can come up with for the moment. But add on if you know anything more! @louis-antoine-leon-saint-just @lazarecarnot maybe you would like to share your favorite books with us if you have any?

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

What makes you think you're good enough

part 2 of Arrogant Son of a Bitch

summary: after some news, you mother has something to say to you, which gets you thinking of things you shouldn't.

warning: bad family situation, mention of parental abuse, slight angst? (i mean i kinda cried while writing this)

word count: 1,263

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

you looked ahead and saw something you had thought you would never see. 

Your father is smiling at you. You turn to face King Styles, whose expression is identical to your father's. You were so perplexed since, often, when you return from your “prince hike", your father has a stern expression as if anticipating some sort of outcome. However, today, he appeared pleasant, content, and pleased. Harry was clenching his jaw and staring at his father as you turned to look at him. So you believed it was just you who did not get what was going on.

Harry’s eyes seem to lock onto yours, and his face changes to one of total contempt. 

“Y/n,” King Styles says, you turn your head around to see the older men looking at you, “we are pleased to welcome you to the family.” 

Then it hit you. He said yes. How? When? Why? He just told you he was in love with another princess, he was with you the whole time, and he just looked at you like you were the ugliest, most horrible thing he has ever seen, then….why? Was this a test of some kind? This was a test. This is a test. THIS IS A TEST! 

You wanted to embrace the King! You wanted to embrace the Prince! Everyone could agree that he was quite handsome, and now that you were getting married, you would eventually learn more about him.  However, at this moment, you wanted to frantically announce your impending departure to everyone. 

You gave the biggest smile you could give and said “The pleasure is all mine.” and bowed down. 

“We will finalize the date soon, I hope you have a safe journey back home.” your father said, as he went in to hug the king. 

You turned around to look at your soon to be husband, who was not looking at his feet. You couldn't see his face, so you figured it was out of shyness that he couldn't hold your gaze. 

You stepped outside with your father to deliver the two gentlemen to their carriage. 

You bowed to Prince Harry as the elder men embraced once more. You expected him to take your hand and kiss it, but he utterly disregarded you and crossed the aisle to board the carriage instead.

You were even more confused, you had no idea as to why he would do such a thing. You had seen your sisters getting proposals, even your past proposals, the princes would always depart by curtly kissing the princess’s hand. 

You stayed in your place, as you saw the carriage go out of sight. You couldn't rid your mind of the incident that had taken place just before. 

A maid arrived to your room later that evening to invite you to dinner. To avoid upsetting your father, you hurry down.  You slow down as you draw close to the dining hall. Voices could be heard coming from within. You pause and pay attention. You were always curious since you were the youngest.

 “She will need to learn feminine things.” your father’s voice says 

“y/f/n, she is already very feminine, i have taught her well, are you doubting my capabilities?” says your mother’s voice

“Well, it took her this long to find a suitor, I can see how appealing she is,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “But I am talking about the duties of a good wife.” 

You wanted to cry because your own father did not think you were appealing enough to attract a suitor. But you restrain yourself from showing any emotion and move gently inside, and as you do the exchange between your parents ends awkwardly. 

You take your designated place at the table, as you are served your food. You mother looks at you and smiles “i am so happy for you y/n, my darling daughter,” you father scoffs at this and earns a glaring look from your mother, she turns to face you once more and continues “prince Harry will take great care of you, don't you worry, he is a lovely boy.” she seems very happy when she says that, you look at her with a puzzled look, how does she even know? Because according to you, he has just been rude this entire evening, the only nice thing he has done is actually agree to marry, by secretly telling his father. 

Your mother seems to understand your confusion and says “oh! Don't you remember!? As children you both used to always meet, and be stuck together! His mother and I are great friends!”  

You have no recollection of this, absolutely none. That is when your father speaks up “ they were months old when they last met y/m/n! How is she to remember? And you were never stuck to each other.” he snorts as he says this. 

You dreaded meal time, not because of the food, you absolutely loved food, but you and to endure your parents and their constant jabbing at each other. They were never happy, always had to contradict one another for everything. As a child you remember how dreadful carriage rides used to be, with both your parents always bickering about something or the other. And as your sisters left one by one, you felt sad, and lonely, but most of all, you felt scared. Previously, your father has raised his hand on you, in order to “discipline” you when you had done something he didn't like, but you knew it was mostly because he was upset due to something your mother had said. But as you grew up, the torture came to a stop. You were a lady now, ready for marriage, and no prince would want a bruised wife. 

You quickly finished your dinner, and excused yourself from the table. You made a beeline straight to your chambers, and started writing a letter to your sisters. 

 You were at your last letter, when you heard a faint knock, you reach for the door to open them, and when you did, you see your mother standing there. 

“Y/n, i need to talk to you.” she says in a kind, yet serious tone. You give way for her to enter your room.

She sits on your bed and gestures for you to do the same. 

“y/n, you are now old enough to have this conversation, i had this with all your sisters before they got married.” she started, i figured this was the ‘duties of a good wife’ conversation, so listened intently. 

“Once you get married, it is your duty to make your husband happy, and give him whatever it is that he needs, you need to tend to him first, no matter what, and once the wedding ceremony is over, you both would want to consummate the marriage,” oh, Oh! This is what this conversation is about. “And when you do, you need to know that it might not always be pleasurable for you, but as long as your husband seems to be content with it, you know that you are being a good wife. And not just in this aspect Y/n, but in every, you always need to put his needs before yours.” 

You really did not want to have this conversation, but as it progressed, your mind wandered off, to him. You imagined how he would look, how his touch would be, what his voice would sound like so close to you. How he would feel.

A/N : if you have a family situation, similar to the one described in this part, please know that it's not okay, and that i am here for you if you ever want to talk, i know i can't do much, but i can try to make you feel better. If it doers get worse please reach out to someone who can help you better, please seek help if you are victim to any kind of abuse.

stay safe.❤️❤️

@strwbrrydaydreams @remuslupinwifee @stilesissaved @sunshinemoonsposts @mypolicemanharryyy @inlikea-coolway

[scotianostra]

September 20th 1746 saw Prince Charles Edward Stuart finally escape capture by sailing to France aboard the French ship "L'Heureux."

In the aftermath of Culloden, Prince Charlie spent several months on the run hunted by troops on the ground and the Royal Navy at sea.

HMS Furnace - captained by Aberdeenshire naval officer John Ferguson - and HMS Terror were among the warships in pursuit of the prince. When the navy ships anchored close to shore, nearby homes of suspected Jacobite supporters were burned down by sailors and marines.

One of the strangest incidents saw the warships arrive at the remote archipelago of St Kilda.

The islanders ran from their homes and hid in the hills.

When the government soldiers finally tracked them down, they quickly realised that the islanders had never heard of the prince, and that he was not hiding on the islands.

The Young Prince flitted between the west Highlands mainland, Skye and the Outer Hebrides.

Most famously, he was taken to Portree on Skye by Flora MacDonald while disguised in women's clothing and pretending to be an Irish maiden by the name of Betty Burke.

MacDonald was later arrested and sent to the Tower of London.

Eventually, at Loch nan Uamh near Arisaig, two French vessels L'Heureux and Le Prince Conti and their crews reached Prince Charlie and he was taken to France.

[kanmom51]

Hi. Recently discovered your blog.I am having fun reading it.. You nice keep going 💜

I was just listening to Letter and thinking how fast we moved on from it.

The ending lines from the song literally broke my heart into pieces

🎶because we don't know what days await us,

though it's scary , though we're afraid Never forget that we are together🎶

the way these lines always makes me wanna cry . They are literally sharing with us that they are afraid of what comes ahead in future for them as a couple. The kind of society they are living in. We sometimes tend to forget the kind of fear Jimin and Jungkook must be living with. It must be so hard on them it breaks my heart.

But I know they both are strong and together they are stronger and i want them to know that we jikookers will be there to support them and we all together will be the strongest.

also Jimin wrote this song for Jungkook and no one can change my mind. When Jimin wrote this song Jungkook was on his mind, when Jimin released it as a hidden track Jungkook was on his mind and while Jimin was saying this is a fan song.. Mr.Jungkook was on his mind.

Letter for me stands right next to GCF at Tokyo.

Letter. Omg, I love that song. Can I just sit there and listen to it on repeat? Although not a very good idea, cause I just wouldn't stop crying.

Those lines at the end, JK joining in, confirming their together, so so beautiful and emotional, and definitely not for Army.

It's not only their own society they fear @youaremyparkfilter.

They know the fandom. They know the good, the bad and the extremely ugly of it. They know that coming out as queer individually will be a big issue for many fans, even more so for JK's stans (it is what it is).

But coming out as a queer couple, that will be a massive earthquake in the fandom. And again, nothing to do with how it will be accepted or rejected in Korea.

In Korea both JM and JK are loved, adored (yes there are haters, but there always are, you just cannot be loved by everyone). People that lifted them to where they are, Princes of Busan, the black and white couple, the sun and moon couple, people that see them as a representation of SK in the world and say it out loud, how loved they are, how proud they are of them.

In saying that, I think that a big lump of those don't actually see them as a queer couple, they just can't envision it, as queer is such an alien notion to them. Even with all their shenanigans. That's the whole glass closet and stretching boundaries within their reality as Kpop idols. Many people, in Korea and out, even if they acknowledge their closeness, do not or will not see beyond it into maybe, just maybe, them being a queer couple.

If they ever do 'come out', there will be those in Korea that do flip flop on them (and I'm not talking about the ones that throw hate at them already), although I personally think not as many as feared. They have been loved for such a long time, it will be harder to turn around and suddenly hate on them (although sometimes the line between love and hate is very thin). Not to mention how hard it will be for people, officials as well, to flip back on calling them the face of Korea, pride of Korea etc.

Make no mistake though, there will be a lot of hate (and it will be very loud, as we all know very well), and their families would receive a big chunk of it (easier/softer targets because of who and what JM and JK and BTS represent).

I think many would take pause, they would perhaps be initially shocked (some not so much, more like a eureka moment for them, like "oh, that explains everything..."), but at the end of the day the blow to their careers won't be the level of Holland's. Because of who they are, because of others that are paving the way (including Holland), because let's be honest here, they are artists and want to continue creating and performing and succeeding, but even if they take a hit their fandom is so friggin huge that whatever happens they will continue to succeed, and I do believe they will gain fans too because of that brave move, because of people realizing just how much their art is representative of themselves. Not to mention the level of impact it will have in Korea for recognition and acceptance of the LGBTQ+ community. In a society like Korea you have the very loud anti LGBTQ+ religious groups, you have those with the old fashioned backwards way of thinking, you have those that don't think or care either way (as long as it doesn't concern them) and you have those that are part of the LGBTQ+ community or support it and their fight for equal rights and protection by law. On that spectrum I believe you will find that a big piece of society can be swayed. And people like that who will see these two young men who they have grown to love come out as queer, they can have a change of mind, a moment of enlightenment/ realization that perhaps love is love is love. Maybe that's me being over optimistic, but I really don't think so. Because that's how change is made. That is how change was made in the West.

But, there will always be a price, and all of this is purely speculation (no way of me knowing just how bad it could get for them). It's their lives, their safety, their careers on the line and they are the ones that are living this reality and having to hide who they are and who they love at the moment, and will be living this conundrum on a daily basis.

So to sum it up, I believe there will be a hit but not a crushing one to their careers if they ever do decide to take that step. I'm not expecting it of them though. I know it will be a huge step forward for the LGBTQ+ community in SK if they do, but it's their lives, their careers, their loved ones, their decision.

It's a bloody scary thing to do, and it impacts not only them but also their families, their loved ones, their bandmates. This is a decision they will have to make together, and they will most likely make some sort of decision post MS. One way or another, I think things will change post MS. Contracts will change too. Just how much it will change, that is the million dollar question.

God, did I digress....

After saying all of that, I do want to back pedal a bit to your ask and to those specific lines in Letter.

I think they engulf not only the fear of being a queer couple in an unfriendly society, but also the upcoming uncertain future of military service, being apart for such a long time after being together for what seems like forever, not being able to be there for each other in this oh so scary new reality of military service that is looming over them. The uncertainty of this time to come and what lies ahead. All of that is engulfed into those lines of the song.

Anyway, the song is beautiful.

The song is a love song. And we aren't the recipients of said letter, said love song.

Letter is a song for JK disguised as a song for army.

Letter is addressed to JK, for army to hear.

[rikis-girl]

Sign him up

Warnings: Ultra fluff , light humiliation. Pairing: Non-idol!Sunghoon x fem!reader Synopsis: When your're trying to stay mad at your bf but he's just too cute to ignore.

A/N: First time writing a drabble on tumblr with all this intro stuff... Hope it works!

You were standing there, awkwardly in a corner at a party with all of your boyfriend's friends while they had the time of their lives. You were supposed to be accompanied by Sunghoon and introduced to his gang tonight but said Ice prince was nowhere to be seen. "_____ Noona, where is Sunghoon hyung? He said he's bringing the samgyeopsal." Riki asked. "I don't know Riki. I tried calling him like 20 times and he hasn't picked up or noticed anything." The dejected pouty skyscraper walked away and decided to attack Jake, as you recalled; the sweet and funny Aussie boy.

The party came to an end as you managed to make yourself acquainted with most of the boys except for Heeseung who seemed to be a bit occupied with his phone. "Need a ride _____ noona? I'm sure Jay hyung can drive you to your place" Jungwon asked. "Sure might as well get home if he's not coming." "Sunghoon hyung is gonna get an earful tonight!!" Riki snickered and you just laughed with him. "Oh he sure is."

You walk into your shared apartment with your "lovely" boyfriend only to see him sorting out the skittles on the floor and his phone on silence on the other side of the room.

"Care to explain why you invited me to a party with your gang and not show up yourself?" An intimidating gaze fell on Sunghoon. "The party is next week darling. Besides, I did all this for you because I know you like grape and strawberry best!" Sunghoon said with his eyes sparkling, looking up at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

"Check your phone Park Sunghoon. And the calendar." "Dang the full government name?" Sunghoon went to get his phone and checked the calendar. Ohh boy was he in trouble. "I-I-I didn't mean for this to happen.... Dang it how could I forget?" Sunghoon paced back and forth, phone in his hand checking all the missed calls, the posts from his gang, the 54849 messages from Riki asking if he was alive or not. Sunghoon turned to you and in a desperate attempt to ease your anger, pulled you in by the waist, "Love I'm so so soooo sorry, how can I make it up to you?" "Sorry isn't going to fix this Hoon. You didn't show up to our dinner reservation, and I was fine with that. The movie? It's ok, totally understandable. The opening of my friend's cafe? Sure, no biggie. But the introduction of me to YOUR gang? How could you forget to show up to the party YOU planned and the friends YOU invited and grew up with? And what about your socially awkward girlfriend who had enough troubles talking to men?" You fumed and poked his chest accusingly.

Sunghoon remembered the time when the two of you met. Jake found out with the help of his friend Lia that you liked Sunghoon as much as he liked you. Your first date was extremely awkward with both of you too flustered to say anything, Sunghoon panicking, looking at his crush and you, having to talk to your crush and facing the fact that you were never able to be comfortable around men. It took you over 7 weeks to form proper sentences with each other let alone have any conversation. This is why you two ended up waiting an entire year before introducing each other to your close friend groups. despite everyone knowing about you.

"Princess I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do right now." Sunghoon pleaded with both his hands gently cradling your head. "Punch me if that'll make you feel better, please." He begged, guiding your hand to his abdomen.

"Why would I punch you? And what difference would that make you gym addict?" You sassed. Not being able to take any more of it, you start giving him the silent treatment. Walking to your room, you pulled a blanket and a pillow and made a makeshift bed on the couch and pushed Sunghoon's favorite plush onto it.

Without a word, you continued to the bathroom to wash up with Sunghoon following you like a lost puppy and getting the bathroom door slammed in his face.

"Princess please I'm sorry!!! Talk to me!!! You're torturing me!!!" Sunghoon wailed as you go on with your nightly schedule. "That's the point, dimwit." you mumble to yourself.

You exit the bathroom and had Sunghoon following you again, towering you from behind like a shadow. "Won't you even look at me?" He asked, pulling you into his arms and holding your jaw trying to meet your averting eyes.

"Please??" He pouted, eyes shimmering with tears ready to spill, red, puffy cheeks and scrunched up bushy eyebrows. "I. MUST. RESIST." you repeat to yourself and avoided all eye contact with your boyfriend.

"Why won't you even look at me? Spending 3 hours without you just sorting skittles was punishment enough." He pouted, getting to your eye level forcing you to look at him. He presses his lips to a thin line and tries to use his eyes to woo you to forgiving him and as much as you hate to admit it, it was working a little too well.

"Princess I'll do anything for you, absolutely ANYTHING!" He begs. And after a moment's consideration, you give in. "Fine. BUT, you owe me this." you point to the 'anything I want' card that you two came up with. "All yours love." Sunghoon handed it to you, gleaming with joy.

Two hours later and your all snuggled up next to him and he plays with your hair, spooning you from the back. "So pretty, all mine." He mumbles in your hair before leaving multiple kisses on your head.

A week later, Sunghoon showed up to work in the most adorable puppy scarf with fluffy ears adorning his head. "About time we saw you miserable after standing up _______ noona." Riki snickered, watching him walk in with his cheeks and ears beet red and his suit adorned with a fluffy bowtie instead of his go-to black sleek tie. "It was worth it." he said, swallowing his pride and dignity as he remembered you with shining eyes, cooing over him all morning, making him late because he looked "adorable". If being humiliated at work got him your full attention and adoration,

. Sign him up.

A/N Hope you liked it!! Will update more frequently once my exams are over!!

[flordemurta]

4 portuguese monarchs who might had same-sex relationships:

1) Pedro I of of Portugal, certainly, one if the most renowned portuguese monarchs, largely due to the saga of “love and passion” with Inês de Castro. Yet, it was common knowledge that she wasn't the Pedro’s only love: he harboured a passion for his squire, Afonso Moreira, a relationship that ended as disastrously as his other romantic (or not) entanglements. On one fateful occasion, Afonso was caught in bed with Catarina Tosse, wife of Lourenço Gonçalves, who was an esteemed magistrate.

Throughout his reign, Pedro earned the epithet “the Cruel” for his ruthless administration of justice, whereby transgressions of any magnitude often resulted in swift execution. Pedro’s decision to order Afonso’s castration as punishment for his adultery starkly manifested his merciless ethos. Nevertheless, according to Fernão Lopes, a chronicler of portuguese court at the time, in chapter VIII of “Crônica de el-rei D. Pedro I”, his harshness stemmed from a surge of jealousy on the king’s part upon discovering his beloved squire’s relationship with a woman.

2) Prince Henry, revered as “the Navigator”, occupies a central role particularly during the epoch of maritime exploration.

He was hailed as “chaste prince”, having never entered into wedlock, with no historical accounts suggesting (with certainty) any relationships with women. In the annals of 1444, Henry experienced the loss of a “dear friend” in Ceuta, a tragedy that pluged him into 3 months of profound mourning. Both his father, King John I, and his brother, King Edward, counselled him to “rein in his emotions, lest he indulge men beyond what virtue dictates.”

3) King Sebastian contracted gonorrhoea at the age 10/11, a malady documented in medical records at the time that rendered him sexually impotent. Some historians posit that this affliction may have dissuaded Sebastian from pursuing matrimonial unions or romantic relationships with women.

Even though, the “Crônicas de el-rei D. Sebastião” by Friar Bernardo da Cruz recounts an incident during a hunt in the Alentejo, where the entourage of nobles accompanying King Sebastian were stirred by a commotion. Investigating the disturbance, they stumbled upon the monarch locked in an embrance with a fugitive slave amidst the woodland.

4) King Afonso VI, sibling to Queen Catarina of Braganza, earned a reputation for rebeliouness and unruliness from a tender age, yet he harboured no ambitions for kingship.

His reign , marred by a series of missteps, was etched in history for its futile ventures. Despite grappling with severe health afflictions — such as partial paralysis stemming from hemiplegic fever, and scourge of bulimia — Afonso found solace in nocturnal escapades with his inner circle of friends. Among them was António Conti, an intalian peddler of opulent attire and accoutrements to Europe’s nobility. Conti’s sway in Afonso’s court burgeoned as he assumed the role of sartorial advisor and facilitator of introductions to foreign luminaries. Also, both grew increasingly closer to each other, with Afonso avoiding royal gatherings to spend time with Conti, mostly in his chambers.

In 1666, Afonso took the hand of Maria Francisca Isabel of Savoy, yet their union was fleeting. Maria, citing non-consummation owing to Afonso’s hemiplegia, sought an annulment. In letters to his sister, he bemoaned Maria’s coercive measures, by which she compelled him into relationships with 14 courtesants in a bid to unearth the root of their marital discord.

Seeking to shield Afonso’s sovereignty and secure the portuguese lineage, Luisa de Gusmão, his mother, sanctioned the arrest and subsequent exile of Conti to the distant shores of Brazil.

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Entrée du "Pavillon Vendôme" construit pour Jean Delaunay (circa 1670), ayant appartenu ensuite à Françoise Moreau, maîtresse de Philippe de Vendôme qui commanda des embellissements sous la direction de l'architecte Jules Hardouin-Mansart (1699), puis vendu en 1720 à Louis Armand de Bourbon, Prince de Conti (1720), à Clichy, février 2024.

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Royal Birthdays for today, August 13th:

Alfonso XI, King of Castile and Leon, 1311

Louis François, Prince of Conti, 1717

Maria Elisabeth, Archduchess of Austria, 1743

Maria Carolina, Queen of Naples and Sicily, 1752

Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen, Queen of the United Kingdom and Hanover, 1792

Paul-Philippe Hohenzollern, Prince of Romania, 1948

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