Pick-a-Prince

traveling the wilderness is a lot safer with a 10 foot tall sharp toothed buddy

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!! HAPPY ONE YEAR WITH ASTRO !!

in this photoset you can see just a fracture of all astro did in their first year as a group. things these six boys accomplished in a year is stunning. they managed to create their own fresh sound, participate in various events, become faces of brands, participate in a number of variety programs while simultaneously working to put out new music every 3-4 months. thank you for your hard work, astro. thank you fantagio for molding these six bright boys into a group and a family. thank you astro for all the happiness you made us feel over the past year. thank you for the heart-warming music you put out. thank you for making every concept about your fans. thank you for loving us unconditionally. thank you for being born. i love you more than i could express.

let’s go together forever!!

After my fifth viewing of Beauty and the Beast, I finally caught what had gotten my attention before Maurice picks the rose.

After he bids the castle adieu, the Beast had actually been watching him the whole time. And I’m like, ‘oh snap, that’s how he found him so fast. He wasn’t already lurking in the garden, he fucking followed him.’

So maybe, maybe, the Beast actually was being hospitable and it was not just the Enchanted Objects. 

But then yeah, onto the rose picking. Maybe he’s also very wary of strangers picking his roses now. Like, ‘I’ve gotten cursed once, not gonna risk it again., because in the opening scene, the Enchantress picked a rose from his gate, so there’s that,

okay, i’m rambling now, i’ll shut up.

Dancing. [Prince Adam Oneshot.]

We are all sinners and are gonna go to hell but you know as long as we have fanfics there I’m okay.

Title: Dancing.
Pairing: Implied! - Prince Adam x Female!Reader.
Words: 3,361.
Rating: T.
Summary: Haven’t you ever wondered what would happen if you called out a Prince who constantly acted like the world revolved around him?


You had quite a difficult time processing how you had gotten to the moment of standing only a few feet behind Prince Adam, with a silver trimmed and tall stout glass of champagne sitting in your right hand. The ring on your middle finger clicked against the glass shivering out a rather satisfying sound, one of wealth that demanded the most absurd amount of respect. Strangely enough, he hadn’t found any interest in you until this evening despite being invited (more like severely persuaded you come) to many of his parties. They were all the same. The same type of physically appealing people, the same stuffed up atmosphere, the same petty chat from person to person, the same typical dances, and the same type of carefully picked attire.

The Prince, with his naturally strawberry blond hair covered by a long haired wig that twisted into rather exquisite curls near the end, only seemed enthused by the aesthetic of the situation. He himself seemed to be the only thing that changed from event to event. The shades and colors of his face would change, varying in vibrancy depending on the clothing he donned that evening.

This evening—you thought to yourself and scaled your eyes upon the Prince, a few feet in front of you. And yes, this evening he was wearing velvet as usual; A dark purple, or so it appeared in the light of the room. It sparkled if he he caught the candlelight just right and for a split second, Prince Adam looked approachable, as if you wanted to sink into his arms because he closely resembled the shine of the stars. The embroidery on his waistcoat was nothing less than perfection and played along with the fabric as if they were swirled in a dance together. Purple and silver detailing hung closely to the trim of his coat and expanded into flourishes of metallic silver flowers spilling onto the breast of the jacket. Speckles of jewels hit sporadically around the jacket, and down the right and left side clung silver buttons that served no purpose other than appeal. And oddly enough, his jacket looked like the softest material imaginable if you dared to reach out for him.

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Title: Can’t Lose You

Pairing: Prince Sidon / Link | SidLink

Rating: Explicit

Tags: anal sex, rimming, comfort sex, shark dude loves a blondie

Summary: After a little of Link’s blood gets into a quick moving river, he and Sidon have a heart to heart about their fears of losing one another.

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Staring up at the dimming sky above him, he made a mental note in the back of his mind that perhaps he shouldn’t rush down a steep, rocky slope.

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Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by jeonilys

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Perfect

“How on Earth can one man be so perfect?” Anxiety whispered between kisses.

“You’re just saying that.”

The royal ran a hand along Anxiety’s side and felt a frown tug his lips.

“If you aren’t beautiful, than I’m a rotten boyfriend.”

“Wait-”

“Roman,” Anxiety leaned up from where he was tracing his lips over the others tummy and whispered in his ear, “You are the most gorgeous, handsome-most radiant man I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t imagine how I would survive,” He traced his lips down the royals neck and kissed gently at his shoulder, “without you.”

One hand rested on Prince’s hip, holding him in place, while the other gently traced over his body.

“Your beautiful tummy, that is perfectly kissable,” He leaned down and did just that, “ your wonderful arms which are perfect for hugs,” he kissed there too, “your beautiful thighs, which-”

“Anxiety!”

The darker man smirked.

“Your hands, that are always there to help and protect,” He picked up Princes hands and kissed the palms of both.

“Your eyes, that are deeper than an ocean, and shine brighter than all the jewels of the world,” He placed gentle kisses over Prince’s closed eyelids.

“The way you crinkle your nose, right before you sneeze,” He kissed his nose.

“The way you fidget with your fingers when you get nervous,” He kissed each of his individual fingers.

“The way you laugh, loud and unabashed, and free-”


“I though I was obnoxious?”

“Oh, you are,” Anxiety grinned at the other, “But I love you anyways.”

“I love your smile,” Ann’s voice was now barely a whisper, and he was leaning down so his lips were a breath away from Prince’s, “because it was your smile that first caught my attention. The beauty, the happiness, the excitement- the wonder of being something I thought I couldn’t be. It showed me a world I wouldn’t let myself be a part of.”

Prince had tears pricking his eyes, and Anxiety delicately kissed them away.

“You are the most radiantly beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, wonderfully sweet, caringly kind, loving, obnoxious, talented, magnificent man I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling in love with. And everything about you that I’ve fallen for over and over again is what has saved me, and its you. You in all your beautifully, wonderful, extraordinary-”

“Anxiety-” Prince’s voice cracked.

“-Stunning self, that has done this.”

He finally placed a gentle, soft, adoring kiss to Prince’s lips, feeling the other trembling beneath him.

Prince’s arms encircled Anxiety’s waist, and he buried his face in Anxiety’s shoulder, crying softly against the other.

“Thank you, Prince. Thank you, for bringing love to my life.”

I couldn’t pick one for you, so have them all!!

Originally posted by noctis-ouji

Just travelling with the FFXV boyz things:

  • Sitting/walking/running beside them wondering what the fuck you’re doing travelling with a prince and his entourage because lord almighty they are a mess sometimes.

  • Being in charge of the music in the car because they keep bickering and what album to play so they designate you as the mix-master-in-charge (well, really it’s Ignis that does it because there’s only so much of the JusMon OST he can listen to). Your taste in music is pretty good and you buy new albums for the car when you can so the driver doesn’t go insane.

  • Screaming at Noctis to sit the fuck down in the car because IT IS NOT SAFE TO SIT ON THE BACK OF THE CAR LIKE THAT WHEN IGNIS IS DRIVING SO FAST. GUYS YOU REALISE THIS IS THE CROWNED PRINCE BUT HE WON’T BE IF HE DIES FROM FLYING OUT OF THE CAR OKAY.

  • Falling asleep in the back seat between Gladio and Noct and Gladio gently putting his arm around your shoulders to make you lean on him and get a good nap in because lord knows you didn’t sleep last night with Prompto constantly singing/humming ‘I want to ride my chocobo all daaay’ to the chocobo theme.

  • Punching Prompto because you can’t stop singing ‘I want to ride my chocobo all daaay’ and it’s all his fault GDI.

  • Cooking with Ignis sometimes and cleaning up because the boys are dumb and don’t do that a lot of the time. Ignis is very grateful. He always gives you a little smile and it’s wonderful. He also tends to cook your favourites the next day if you do! Prompto is onto your sly tactics. If you’re feeling really petty towards Noctis, you request meals with vegetables in them. The glower you get from the prince is always hilarious.

  • Trying to teach Noct how to cook and it is literally a disaster and you can’t scientifically figure out how or why because you watch Noct like a hawk through the whole process and it still tastes like shit in the end, like Noct what the fuck shitty sorcery is this don’t do it.

  • Being the subject of Prompto’s impromptu photoshoots because “This isn’t fair, you’re always so photogenic. I try to catch you off guard, but you look perfect in every photo!” You know he’s always trying to take a funny photo of you, that’s why you always keep an eye on the blonde and his camera as much as you possibly can. If you develop any kind of anxiety from photography it’s definitely because of Prompto.

  • Stealing the camera off Prompto so you can take photos of him because there’s loads of photos of everyone else and not him. Also, selfies with the spirited blondie.

  • At least attempting to get up and do a morning jog with Gladio, but boy he is fit and it is very difficult to get up at the ass crack of dawn and run on various terrain. You suppose there’s a reason he has a body like he does. There’s no way you can match up to him. Still, those early mornings aren’t quite so bad. When you’re too tired and give up, Gladio is always happy to give you a piggy-back ride back to camp. Can confirm, he gives the best piggy-back rides. Okay maybe you purposefully give up sometimes so you can get a piggy-back ride. Gladio doesn’t mind one bit.

  • Sometimes the boys playfully argue about who your favourite might be out of the group of them, but honestly, how can you pick? They’re all so wonderful in their own ways. Plus Noctis gets miffed when you don’t automatically pick him because he’s the prince. There, there, Noct! 

Read part 2 here!