most beautiful gowns


Daenerys Targaryen’s Fashion 

“I always put trousers underneath because in her psyche anything might go wrong and [she’s always thinking], ‘I might need to run away,’ Even with the longest, most beautiful gowns, she always wears a pair of boots and trousers. I like that sense of, 'I can play this [queen] but underneath, I can run.’“ - Michele Clapton on Dany’s Costumes (insp.)

So This Is Love [3]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: THANK YOU TO @hufflepuffholland FOR MAKING ME THIS AWESOME MOOD BOARD!!! also i would really love it if you guys gave feedbacks!!! they literally make my day and they encourage me to write faster (so like faster updates *wink wink*)

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

I hummed to myself as I sweeped the floor clear of the dust. I moved all of the dirt to a small pile which I would pick up later.

No matter how your heart is grieving…If you keep on believing…The dream that you wish will come true…” I sang to myself. My mother taught me this song before she passed. She told me that whenever times were tough or if I was feeling down, that I should sing this song.

I was finishing up when suddenly, Stepmother’s cat, Lucifer, jumped out of nowhere and pounced on the pile of dust. He ran around a few times, scattering what I’d just cleaned. The cat even turned to look at me with what, I swear, looked like a smug look in his eye.

“Why you little-”

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Beauty of the Ball

Title: Beauty of the Ball

 Summary: No one wants to fly solo to the biggest celebration of the year, and yet you find yourself in that exact predicament.  That is until a very kind king decides to change that.  

 Warnings: None?

 Masterlist of Fan Fiction

Originally posted by acebarduil

The battle was won, Erebor reclaimed, and thanks to the amazing healing power of the elves, everyone got out with their lives.  Sure, Thorin had to use a cane to walk and Fili had some back problems now, but they were alive, and that was all that mattered.

It is what brought the company to this day.  It was about a week before the big celebration.  They were going to call it “Thorin’s Day”, to honor the bravery of their new king as he faced the dragon and reclaimed his kingdom.  Many argued, and by many you mean Nori and you, jokingly, that it should be named “The Company’s Day” but it didn’t have the same ring to it.

Planning and preparations were in full swing, the food being planned, wine and ale purchased, the now golden floored hall being decorated, it was a site to see.  Now that the other dwarves had returned, life was bustling once again in Erebor, it was great to see the carefree smiles that no longer held worries of dragons and death, but instead were optimistic of the future.

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7 | Tomorrow




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“What do you mean the baby isn’t yours?” You asked, wide eyed in complete shock.

“It’s Jimin’s…” Tae began, his thick brows knitted together in despair and heartbreak, “There’s no way that the baby can be mine, it has to be Jimin’s. I can’t call the police and tell them about the accident because he’s the father of Yumi’s baby, I can’t do that to her… Or the baby.” His eyes welled up with salty tears, Yumi must have meant much more to him than you’d thought.

Cautiously shifting closer to him you rested your hand on his tense forearm to try and comfort him, however your efforts deemed futile as he brushed you away from his body and stepped back.
“Y/N… I don’t know what to do-, she doesn’t know that I know, that I’ve figured it out… I don’t even think she knows about Jimin and the car.”

“How did you figure it out?” Your voice merely a whisper as the shock of the situation pierced through your body, a cocktail of jealousy at how much your ex boyfriend cared about his mistress and genuine heartache for what he was going through. Yumi and Jimin were expecting a baby, and yet Jimin had no idea.

“The dates don’t add up, she must’ve conceived before we even had sex; and as for the accident… Ask Jungkook, you guys seem to be getting pretty close.”


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Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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Got7: dating Jinyoung would include

•  okay so being best friends with him was getting harder and harder
•  not only bc of your blatant crush on him, but you’re p sure the kid is in love with you as well
•  conversation starters are getting more awkward and you’re honestly not sure who’s gonna make the first move before you explode
•  until one night in the dark halls of the enchanted got7 dorms ~
•  "Hey Jinyoung hyung, did you finally tell y/n that you’re in love-“ ”…Yugyeom is2g if you don’t get out of my sight in .2 seconds I’m going to stuff you in garbage bin"
•  while gyeom scurries off laughing hysterically, Jinyoung would take a min before turning to you and taking a deep breath
•  "Ok so that wasn’t supposed to happen like that" “hmm yeah I figured…” “it’s not true-” “-I love you too”
•  so let’s just say you had a long night of figuring things out and stop the misunderstandings
•  he gave you so much butterflies when dropping you back home later and giving you a peck on the cheek
•  then hearing him say ‘screw it’ and pull you by the wrist, finally pressing his lips against yours
•  he’s like god dang it, I’ve had a crush on you for so long and tried to restrain myself from doing that, please don’t push me off
•  you two would be so dorky together
•  the others would tease you a lot for it, knowing how whipped he is by you
•  having moments where he’s lost staring at you, and when you notice he’d smile and bite his lip then look away
•  him knowing exactly how to make you laugh
•  talking about everything with him, there’s no such thing as off limits
•  him tucking your hair behind your ear when you’re talking
•  and you losing your train of thought bc wtf…it always feels so good when he does that
•  being so proud and happy for you when you’re excited about something
•  legit being the biggest cheerleader for you
•  "Why are you smiling so much? It’s creeping me out" “Yugyeom just tripped and fell on his face”
•  *clenches fists* “Yugyeom just…..I think I have high blood pressure now after dealing with him for so long”
•  "babe calm down, he only dropped your ice cream"
•  nonstop hand holding
•  nose booping
•  and tickle fights
•  esp when it’s time to wake up and he’s not ready, he’ll pull you in and unintentionally starting a merciless tickle fight
•  then he leans down and kisses your tummy bc he’s scared he might’ve hurt you
•  is hella smug when you fangirl over his acting
•  which btw, he’s going to bring you to every single award show and surprise you with the most beautiful gowns before the ceremony
•  sometimes he’d randomly kiss you and go back to whatever he was doing
•  which sucks bc he knows you’re gonna be thinking about it until he’s not working anymore
•  he’d stare at your lips and trace them with his thumb before fully kissing you
•  bc the boy loves to tease and he’s always grabbing and caressing any part that he can when making out
•  this fool will legit grab your hand and place it under his shirt
•  or ask you to pull on his hair
•  freaky oml ok let’s not get carried away
•  being that couple that’s always low key and quiet, but you’re pretty wild when you’re together  (take that in any way you will wink wonk) 🌼

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Confidence // Kim Seokjin


the prompt: could you please do a prince!seokjin fluffy scenario? au i used: “my parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal.”

words: 4425

category: fluff

author note: seokjin deserves all the love in the world i hope he knows how loved he is.

- destinee

Originally posted by jinmini

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RFA+V+Saeran Getting Married to MC- Headcanon

This is my first ever headcanon ever so hi.


  • Really nervous. “Jumin are you sure that my tux looks okay?“ 
  • "You look fine.”
  • When he sees MC walking down the aisle he just starts crying.
  • He has never seen a more gorgeous woman in his life.
  • Thankful to have had such a beautiful girl to be his.
  • Reads his vows nervously as if she would just leave then and there.
  • Best Man: Saeyoung
  • Colors: Green & Brown


  • If he’s nervous it doesn’t show
  • When the music starts he looks over to MC and lets out a slightly audible “Wow." 
  • Thinks that MC might have just outshined him in beauty.
  • Loses his shit on the inside
  • Almost cries when he reads his vows and listens to MC's 
  • Best (Wo)Man: Jaehee
  • Colors: Red & Gold


  • Slightly nervous and lets it show at parts.
  • She’s the one wearing the dress after a slight argument with MC.
  • Walks down the aisle with Zen on her wrist.
  • When she sees MC at the altar she begins crying.
  • When they exchange vows there are happy parts and the saddest parts the both of them cry. Hell, everyone in the room cries except for Jumin.
  • Best Man: Zen
  • Colors: Brown & Black

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Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella Sentence Starters

Feel free to adjust pronouns.

“The fields are aglow in autumn yellow.”
“You will dream about the view.”
“It makes you wish that the world could be as lovely as it looks.”
“Me, who am I?”
“I’m/They’re a bum who wants to do what’s right…but often does what’s wrong.”
“I’m/They’re a kid who’s voice is way off key, but loves to sing a song.”
“They dream like a lion but wake up like a lamb.”
“Slayer of dragons! Pitiless to ogres! Destroyer of griffins and giants!”
“He’s our hero!”
“Such perfection!”
“What’s the use of self-reflection?
"What a guy!”
“He’s a plain and simple complicated fascinating guy!”
“I’m as mild and as meek as a mouse.”
“When I hear a command I obey.”
“I can be whatever I want to be.”
“I’m a young Norwegian princess.”
“I’m an heiress who has always had her silk made.”
“I’m a girl men go mad for!”
“Love’s a game I can play!”
“Just as long as I say in my own little corner.”
“It’s a dangerous kind of sport and yet it’s fun!”
“Please don’t say my whole name!”
“Now is the time to act.”
“No other time will do!”
“Live and play your part.”
“Don’t give away your heart.”
“Don’t take what the world gives you.”
“Yesterday has gone.”
“Tomorrow is a guess.”
“The Prince is giving a ball!”
“That means ANYONE can be the Queen!”
“So will he want a taller girl? Or a stronger girl? Or a smaller girl?”
“I wish I were a bolder girl.”
“I wish I were a younger girl.”
“I wish I were an older girl.”
“I’ve wished a lot of things I don’t wish anymore.”
“Now I wish a lot of things I’ve never wished before.”
“I wish I were invited to the Prince’s Royal Palace ball!”
“The color on their faces is a sort of sour apple green.”
“I am coy and flirtatious!”
“Fol-de-rol and fiddledy-dee.”
“All the wishes in the world are poppycock and twaddle!”
“Are you mocking me with your gibberish?”
“All dreamers in all the world are dizzy in the noodle.”
“So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again?”
“Exactly.  And then to have him fall in love with you.”
“No one will fall in love with me.”
“Why do you come to visit me tonight?”
“I am being foolish.”
“Then be foolish with me. What would you dream of?”
“Right here. There’s an invitation.”
“Don’t wait for everything to be perfect, just go!”
“Now, what else would you dream of?”
“Oh how silly.  I’d be the envy of all.”
“Why, in order to do that, you would have to be a fairy godmother.”
“Are you really my fairy godmother?”
“Actually, I’m everyone’s fairy godmother.”
“But you’re the only one who’s given me charity.”
“The world is full of zanies and fools.”
“It’s the most beautiful gown in all the land!”
“Ten minutes ago, I saw you.”
“I looked up when you came through the door.”
“My head started reeling!”
“You gave me the feeling the room had no ceiling or floor.”
“I wanted to ring out the bells.”
“I have found her!”
“I may never come down to earth again!”
“Why would a fellow want a girl like her?”
“Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me?”
“With very little trouble, I could break her little arm!”
“So why is the fellow going crazy?”
“What’s the matter with the man?”
“ I like the way he really holds a room.”
“How do I make him see I’m special?”
“I’ve got the patience of a perfect saint.”
“I’m in a mess.”
“Loosen my dress.”
“Help me I’m starting to faint!”
“There are reports along the eastern road of a golden carriage.”
“And this I cannot explain – it simply flew into the mist!”
“Impossible, I know.”
“Then we shall do the impossible!”
“Ten minutes ago…we were dancing.”
“She vanished like a phantom in the night.”
“You’re the girl of my dreams.”
“That’s it! That’s the one! After her!!”
“He was tall, very tall.”
“She talks as if she knows.”
“How would you know that this is so?”
“I do no more than guess.”
“He is more than a prince. He’s an ace!”
“He can turn a girl to gravy!”
“I can imagine it, and I have no imagination.”
“I am throwing caution to the wind! I am imagining it as well!”
“Imagine what that girl would be feeling when dancing with the Prince!”
“A finer night you know you’ll never see.”
“Darling, I love you!”
“All your life you’ll dream of this.”
“Okay, but it’s not going to be good.”
“Are you sure you can keep my secret?”
“May we both find our loves.”
“I wake in the loneliness of sunrise.”
“Will my love come home to me.”
“And of course – I want to keep an eye on what women are there!”
“Breaking through the darkness.”
“Someone wants you.”
“There is music in you.”
“Now you can do whatever you want to do.”
“You will sing your whole life through.”
“Do I love you because you’re beautiful?”
“Or are you beautiful because I love you?”
“Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream?”
“Is that the last eligible lady in the kingdom?”
“Everyone truly has tried on the slipper?”
“I haven’t tried on the slipper.”
“The shoe fits!”
“I love you so much, I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh. Well. Is marriage still on the table?”
“Yes. YES. OH MY – YES!!”
“You have to marry me. I mean, will you marry me?”
“I will marry you.”
“What a lucky girl/guy, got your girl/guy!”
“Love is the song that you’ll sing your whole life through.”

The King-part 4

The King Masterlist

Summary/Author’s Note- Written for a request and for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ‘s writing challenge…prompt Wedding dress. Takes place on wedding night. Gwen is scared and unsure of the man she married so expect some serious submissiveness. This is smut heavy but not kink heavy. It’s her first time. He’s not going to totally traumatize her with whips and chains. So this is pretty vanilla for these two. Part 1 is actually their first foray into kink and takes place a week after this. Hope you like it.

Word Count-2.9 k

Warnings- Explicit smut, possible dub-con

Tag List- @breemacen24 @jenn0755 @negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ladylorelitany @melodicdolls @ninjacuddlepile @negans-chick @thatwriterizzy @sassyfiedscribbles @ashzombie13 @wadeyourebarelyalive @starshinesupergirl @adayinmymeadow @astrangegirlsmind @withsilverleaves @myheart4ever47  @shadesofarrogance @jmackie1983

Sorry if I forgot to tag anyone. Just remind me. I couldn’t find my taglist file for this story.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

The ceremony was long over. The feast and celebrations were steadily getting more rambunctious as the wine flowed freely. Toasts to the newlywed couple rang out every few minutes as guests searched for new ways to praise their King and his new bride, allowing them to indulge without guilt.

Gwendolyn had barely been able to eat sitting next to the tall intimidating man that was now her husband. Having only met him yesterday, she was not sure what kind of man he was. She had heard rumors of his ruthlessness on the battlefield. His quick and harsh judgements. She could only hope he would be a gentler husband. But her hopes were fading fast.

Negan had dance with her once to open the festivities and not again. Which was a shame. For such a large imposing figure he moved about the dance floor with grace. He sat silent next to her at the high table. Any attempts to start a conversation with him resulting in short curt answer.

So, Gwen watched others enjoying her wedding. The men drank heavily. Lewd jokes brought a permanent flush to her cheeks. The women glared at her in envy or perhaps pity.  She sipped her wine as she sat, dreading the moment when it would be time for her to retire.

It came too soon. Her new handmaidens provided by her husband came to collect her. They lead her to her new chambers that she would share with Negan. It was luxurious and yet not as opulent as she would have expected. A stone fireplace lit the space. Large intricately carved four post bed with heavy curtains sat opposite the fire. Everything was decorated in shades of black and red.

Gwen stood in front of a mirror and gazed at herself. She seemed to clash with everything around her. Out of place in her white wedding gown. Delicate lace laid over her arms and shoulders. Just a shade brighter than her skin. It had small pearls sewn over the skirt that caught the light as she walked. It was the most beautiful gown she had ever owned.

Her handmaidens focused on the many twists and braids holding her red hair in an elaborate design until it flowed freely to her waist. Gwendolyn finally saw herself for what she was. A virgin sacrifice. Now it would be time for her to lay across the altar to be devoured by the dragon that had threatened her father’s kingdom.

Panic began to rise as she felt fingers begin to work the many pearl buttons at her back. She could feel her stomach churn and her throat tighten. She blinked her eyes rapidly as she fought the tears threatening to spill. She wasn’t ready for this. Any of it.

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Something to be Grateful For

Peter Pevensie x Reader

AN: I’m not sure if this is really angsty, but I almost cried while writing it. I hope that you all enjoy this and that it doesn’t make you too sad. Have a lovely day!


You awoke to an empty bed and closed curtains, the same way you had every morning since he vanished without a trace. But still you drug yourself out of bed for there were things do be done, and one could not spend their whole life waiting and wasting away. You strode gracefully across the room, the clapping of your bare feet on the marble floors echoing against the walls as you opened your wardrobe to choose your attire for the day. Not that it really mattered to you what you wore, but the council may begin to worry if their one remaining queen refused to wear anything but a dressing gown weeks after the disappearance of her husband and his siblings. Your hands brushed across the delicate silk of your favorite gown, one that Peter had given you for your 22nd birthday. Although this had only been a few years ago, it felt like it had been centuries since that day

“Peter why have you brought me to the gardens?” You laughed “People may start to wonder what we’re up to if we don’t show up to our own party.” You teased playfully. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at you thoughtfully.

“That may be so, but I wanted to give you something before you open everyone else’s gifts.” He said as he picked up a box that was carefully hidden behind a patch of foxglove that graced the edge of your favorite fountain. You grinned and gently took it from him.

“Well what is it then? Am I allowed to open it?” You inquired. He laughed and gestured for you to go ahead. You gingerly unwrapped the dainty ribbons that decorated the box to reveal a gown. Soft blue silk, pristine abalone buttons down the back, white lace detailing cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline and tasteful beading across the bodice made this the most beautiful and exquisite gown you had ever laid eyes on. “Oh Peter!” You gasped “It’s beautiful! Wherever did you find this?”

“I had it made by the best seamstress in the land.” He smiled down at you “Do you like it? I was hoping that you’d wear it to the ball, if you’d like?”

“Oh, I love it Peter. Of course I’ll wear it.” You reassured him “Thank you, my love.” You embraced your husband and gave him a warm and gentle kiss, feeling completely at home in his arms.

You quickly drew your hand away from the dress as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Probably better if I leave that be.” You whispered to yourself as you wiped your eyes. You opted instead for a simple brown frock that would merely state that you were professional and put together. You put your hair back into a quick braid and left to begin your day.

You began by meeting with the council and discussing treaties with the surrounding nations, something you could hardly pay attention to without the reassuring smile of your husband or the humorous side remarks from his brother Edmund. But nothing lasts forever, no matter how boring and soon enough you found yourself on the balcony overlooking the Eastern Sea. You found that this place relaxed you. The ever crashing waves on the shore gave you a bit of respite from your perpetual shroud of sadness. Your solitude, however was broken by a voice behind you.

“My lady?” It was one of your ladies maids, Amice. “I’m very sorry to bother you my lady but I just can’t seem to get him to stop crying.” You turned to face her and saw that she was holding your little son Easton. He had tears streaming down his small face and was reaching his little arms out towards you. You quickly took him from Amice and thanked her gently. As much as you hated to admit it, it had been difficult for you to spend time with your son ever since Peter disappeared. Although Easton was only a little over a year old, he already was so alike his father. While you and him shared the same hair color, he had Peter’s startling blue eyes. Peter was so excited when you told him that you were pregnant. And you had never seen him as happy as he had been when he held Easton for the first time.

“Just one more big push Y/N and you’ll get to meet your baby!” Said your nurse encouragingly. That was enough for you. All that you wanted in that moment, more than anything in the whole world was to see your child’s face. So you gritted your teeth and pushed as hard as you could, one last time. “That’s it Y/N! You did it! You have a son!” Exclaimed your nurse.

“I have a son?” You asked in wonderment as she gently set hims in your arms “Where’s Peter? I need to see him, he needs to meet him!”

“Of course love, I’ll tell him he can come in now.” She said kindly. Peter must have been listening in because before she could even move he burst through the door with a huge grin on his lips.

“I have a son?” He cried out as he rushed to your side. He eyes widened as he saw the small bundle in your arms. “Can I, can I hold him?” He asked quietly.

“Of course you can silly!” you giggled “Just be very careful, support his neck.” Peter did just as you asked as he took your son into his strong and sure arms.

“He’s so beautiful.” He whispered as tears dripped down his cheeks. “I didn’t know I could ever love someone this much.” He held him close to his chest as he softly kissed your lips “You are the most amazing woman in the whole world Y/N. I love you so much and I will always protect you and our child.” Just then your son opened his eyes and looked around at his parents. “He has my eyes!” Peter uttered with joy.

“As blue as the ocean.” You spoke.

“That’s what we’ll name him.” Said Peter “Easton, after the Eastern Sea.”

“Easton.” You whispered as you stroked your son’s face. “I think Easton’s a perfect name.”

Every time you saw him you couldn’t help but be reminded of how he would never know his father and how Peter would never see his son grow up. It was almost too much for you to bear. But as you held your son and wiped away his tears he wrapped his arms around your neck and spoke his first word

“Da da.” Easton spoke into your hair. Suddenly tears began streaming down your face. You cried for your lost love, for your son’s lost father and for the moments that would never be. You held tightly to your child as you cried, you had never needed and loved him more than you did now. For even though you had lost a husband, you still had a son. And for that you couldn’t be more grateful. Grateful that you would get to raise him into a man, a man that Peter would be proud of and a man that would uphold his father’s legacy.

Queen of My Heart

Summary: The Righful Queen of The Seven Kingdoms meets the Lady of Winterfell for the first time. 

Note: Hello! This is a shitty, rage-induced Daensa drabble that I accidentally wrote because some people has the audacity to say “How could any man think Sansa Stark is truly beautiful, if he had glimpsed Daenerys the Mother of Dragons bloody and glorious on the battlefield?” (Which is a load of crap, because Daenerys never got bloody in any battlefield). Beware of crack and also I guess this is not lizard-friendly after all so sorry not sorry. *shrugs*

She’s so… tall.

That was Dany’s first impression of Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell, who happens to be Jon’s half-sister. Dany has seen the warrior knight of Tarth, but even her impossibly tallness does not compare to Lady Sansa’s. It’s not just her height, Dany realizes, it’s how Lady Stark makes her feel.


She doesn’t understand it. This girl is nothing to her, the Mother of Dragons, the Rightful Queen, the Breaker of Chains, the queen with a thousand names. This is just a northern girl who is not even that beautiful, not compared to her. But why does she find herself clamoring for Sansa Stark’s favor?

It started the day she arrives at Winterfell. The Northern host graciously received Dany’s retinue in their castle, and then promptly refused to submit to her Queenly Rights. She has tried everything, including dragonfire threats, but this Lady of Winterfell stood on her ground. Her neck is still sore from craning up.

It really is impossible to intimidate Sansa Stark.

Later that night, as she rages to Tyrion inside her queenly tent (because everyone, even Jorah, told her it’s best to camp outside Winterfell for now), she demands Tyrion to make it right. There’s got to be a way to make Lady Stark knee, right? But instead, her Hand gives her an account of Sansa Stark’s story. A rather detailed one. About the beheading of her father (not that she cares, Eddard Stark was a lapdog to the Usurper anyway), about the treatment she received during Joffrey’s reign (this one makes her blood boil a little bit), and about the marriage forced upon her (this is another wheel she’ll need to crush).

Tyrion stops there, hesitation in his eyes.

“Is there more?” she demands

“I’m afraid I do not know the full story on this part, Your Grace,” he answers after few moments. “You will have to ask Jon Snow about this, if he’s willing to talk.”

She calls for Jon Snow the next morning, demanding him to convince his sister to give up (also she’s curious about Sansa’s story). The moment she asks about Sansa’s marriage, Jon Snow storms out of her tent like a pouting child.

The next day, Sansa Stark agrees to an audience.

Dany commands Missandei to find the most beautiful gown in her trunk. She doesn’t understand why but she needs to look beautiful for this meeting. It’s freezing here in the North, but does she really care? She has dragon blood to warm her. She also has her hair braided in the most intricate way, the bells hanging and tinkling when she moves her head.

She wants to fly atop Drogon and arrives regally, like she did in King’s Landing, to show them who is the Queen, but Varys advises against it, because Winterfell’s courtyard is not big enough for dragon-landing, and Lady Sansa will not appreciate any damage to her newly repaired castle. In the end, she relents.

The moment she lays eyes upon Lady Sansa, she knows she already lost.

Lady Sansa looks beautiful and majestic in a grey dress, her fiery hair kept in a long, single braid. It doesn’t make sense how radiant she is despite how practical her whole get-up is.

During the course of the meeting, Dany sees how readily these Northern people to do as Sansa’s bid, how adamantly they plant their feet for the Starks, even though they know Dany has dragons. The lords and ladies and small-folks alike defer to Sansa like she is royalty, despite her position as merely a Lady of Winterfell. Dany should be bothered by this, but she finds she has to agree with these northern lords: Sansa Stark is more queen than lady. Even more so than herself.

Is it any wonder that she is in love? 

You Look Beautiful - Always

A LazyTown Sportarobbie fic that was inspired by @tommy-kitty‘s beautiful artwork of Fae!Robbie Rotten in a beautiful dress. I’d like to thank @indigowallbreaker for getting me into this fandom in the first place. This is my first lazytown fic and you can find it on AO3 at


Robbie Rotten’s mother, Robenelina Rotten, was truly a lovely woman. Sportacus had only met her two or three times in person, but she always baked the most delicious sugar-free cookies for him, and regular sweets packed full of sugar for the kids, around the holidays. She lived in a forest not far from town and was known across the land for her renowned designs. It was understandable then how Robbie had acquired such a divine taste for his involved disguises when his mother was so heavily into fashion. Sometimes Robbie would show Sportacus and the children pictures of her dresses and they would all Oooh and Aaah at just how lovely the pieces were. Though he adamantly denied it, Robbie was quite proud of his mother’s designs and Sportacus loved seeing his face light up whenever he showed his audience something she had made.

It was just another factor to add to the ever-growing list of reasons why Sportacus had fallen hopelessly in love with the villain.

It was mid-morning one day when Stephanie sent a letter to his airship requesting him to join her and the kids for the unveiling of one of Robenelina’s newest designs. Sportacus excitedly descended from his airship and flipped his way to the forest where the kids were waiting.

“Sportacus!” they all greeted.

“Hello kids! Thank you for inviting me to see the newest unveiling! I bet it will be beautiful!”

Not as beautiful as Robbie, his mind offered. Sportacus waved his head absently with a fond smile as he took in the smiling faces of each one of the kids in turn.

“Ms. Robenelina’s designs are always so lovely!” Ziggy piped up.

“They’re alright, I guess,” Trixie mumbled, trying to show her indifference. It was a complete failure, though, as she couldn’t fool anyone. Everyone knew Trixie was a huge fan of Robenelina’s work.

Stephanie clapped her hands together and bounced on the balls of her feet. “This one is apparently very special! That’s what Robbie said anyway when we saw him heading to his mom’s earlier.”

“Robbie?” Sportacus asked, just realizing then that the villain wasn’t with the kids. “He’s not here?”

“That’s the surprise, Sportacus!” Stephanie replied happily. “This dress we’re going to get to see in person! Robbie went off to get it and show it to us and told us all to wait here.”

Sportacus blinked as he looked around, half-expecting Robbie to walk through the trees at any moment, holding the most beautiful gown he had ever laid eyes on. This would be very special!

A rustling through the trees caused all eyes to quickly turn. The kids all gasped in excitement and wonder as the form of Robbie Rotten stepped through the foliage and into the clearing before them.

Sportacus’s heart jolted.

Robbie wasn’t holding the dress. He was wearing it! And his gorgeous, purple wings were fully exposed! They flapped gently in the open air, relishing being uncovered, as the sunlight gently shined down upon them, making them glitter in the light. Robbie’s purple eye shadow matched the color of his wings perfectly. The top of the dress was a sheer, see-through shirt with short sleeves and faint, swirling designs of a pale pink. Robbie’s torso and biceps were on clear display and Sportacus felt his mouth go dry at the sight. The bottom of the dress flowed a bit past Robbie’s ankles and was the same sheer design, only layered with light pink fabric so that Robbie’s legs couldn’t be seen. Gold trim layered the skirt and wove up into the top part of the dress, reminding Sportacus of tree vines scaling up an old cottage.

Robbie looked breathtaking.

Apparently, Sportacus wasn’t the only one to appreciate the view because the kids wasted no time in voicing their opinions.

“That dress is definitely mine!”

Pixel held Stingy back, reminding him that it wasn’t for him and that he couldn’t have it, despite the other boy’s protesting. Ziggy’s smile was huge as he complimented, “Whoah! That really is amazing!”

“Robbie, it’s beautiful!” Stephanie shouted excitedly, unable to take her eyes off of the impressive workmanship applied to the fabric.

Trixie glanced at Sportacus, and, seeing his mouth hanging open like a fish’s, smirked. “Heh, you’re not the only one who likes it, Pinkie.”

Sportacus’s blush only grew worse as he gazed at the wondrous figure of his crush before him.

Robbie Rotten, who could take a compliment just as well as he could get the hero out of town, scoffed at the praise from the kids. “I just want this dress off and done with, but Mum refused to let me until I could return with your opinions of it. She told me she would have my head if I ruined it traipsing through the forest, too. Ugh!” It was then that Robbie’s eyes met Sportacus’s and the hero felt his heart begin pounding so wildly he was sure everyone around could hear it.

Oblivious, Robbie raised an eyebrow in confusion at the hero and asked, “What’s wrong with you, Sportablush? Choke on an apple or something?”

Sportacus shook his head so fast in dire need of reassuring the hero he was okay that it only made him look more inconspicuous. He could see Trixie’s smirk growing out of the corner of his eye and even Stephanie was grinning fondly. The boys seemed just as oblivious as Robbie though, so at least he wasn’t totally embarrassed. At Sportacus’s refusal to give an audible answer, Robbie shrugged and turned away from them, putting his wings even further on display.

“Well, since you all seem to like it so much, I’ll go let Mum know and take this off -”


Sportacus hadn’t meant to say it. The words had slipped free - he was too afraid that Robbie wouldn’t know. That Robbie couldn’t recognize just how wonderful he looked. Robbie froze in his movement away from the group and slowly turned around to raise that damn eyebrow again up at Sportacus in wonder. The elf coughed out of embarrassment and forced his gaze away from Robbie. Looking at the ground, his face redder than a setting sun, he whispered, “Y-you look very pretty in that gorgeous dress, Robbie.”

Robbie seemed to freeze at the words. Slowly, a very red blush covered his features as he looked at Sportacus’s honest face. He knew the hero was incapable of lying. Robbie opened his mouth to reply but then closed it. He opened it again but no sound came out so he closed it once more. Slowly, he moved closer to the hero and reached out so that he could gently lift the hero’s face to meet his own.

“You mean that?”

Sportacus swallowed and nodded, captivated by Robbie’s eyes. “Of course. Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

I’ve thought you the most beautiful person in existence since I met you.

The words threatened to spill out from the hero’s lips as he stood transfixed. It was a giggle from Stephanie that broke the reverie, causing both Sportacus and Robbie to jump a little in place, having forgotten they had an audience.

“Tell your mom we loved the dress, Robbie! We’re going to go play some soccer. Meet us when you’re ready, Sportacus!” Stephanie announced, leading the kids away from the forest and to the play fields.

Blushing further at being caught staring once again, Sportacus nervously rubbed the back of his neck as the kids took off. It wasn’t good that the girls could see how badly he had it for the villain. Giving a small sigh, he glanced at Robbie again.

“I should probably go with them. Otherwise who knows the trouble they’ll get up to?”

“Oh, I could think of some trouble,” Robbie whispered with a smirk. The naughty glint in his eyes absolutely did wonders to Sportacus’s breathing rate.

“Yes - yes, well - I should - I should go,” Sportacus stuttered, stuttered!, as he began backing away from Robbie. A thought clouded his mind and he turned back again to meet Robbie’s eyes. “You really do look wonderful, Robbie. You always do.”

Sportacus back-flipped his way to the soccer fields, missing the blush and the huge grin that appeared on the villain’s face.

The Ball

Poly Hamilsquad x Reader


“Alright, there we go, a perfect fit for our beautiful wife,” Hercules stated with your three other husbands clapping as you came out of the dressing room.

Hercules had just made you the most beautiful ball gown, and now you were attending your first ball as a married group. John came over to you both and gave you kisses, Lafayette and John following. Alex took John’s arm and they made their way to the where the carriage was waiting.

Lafayette escorted you out to the carriage, Hercules following behind helping with your gown.

The ride to the ball was fun, everyone cracking jokes and laughing. Kisses were passed all around, sometimes going a bit too far.

Things could get interesting.

When you arrived to the ball, Alex took your arm this time, and Alex followed behind while you walked, making sure that you didn’t trip.

Lafayette and Hercules walked behind the rest of you, arm in arm.

The dinner was wonderful, followed by hours of dancing. You danced with John, Alex, and Hercules, but Lafayette refused to be dragged onto the dance floor.

You didn’t blame him, he was a horrible dancer. You sat on his lap for a little while, watching your three other partners dance.

You sat and talked with Mrs. Washington, and even the General for a while, then went and got into a little bit of trouble with Peggy.

Eventually you grew way too tired to continue on, so John picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the ball.

You all arrived home and changed into your night clothes, not speaking because everyone was exhausted.

“I love you guys,” you said, drifting off to sleep.

You felt lips being pressed to your head and face, even some to your neck.

“We love you too.”

A way with words

Based on “Imagine Dwalin stumbling over his words when he’s trying to tell you how he feels about you” from ImaginexHobbit

Also inspired by “Imagine Dwalin trying to be affectionate but not knowing how” from @those-of-middle-earth

Requested by @all-my-only-dreams


You had just picked yourself up and brushed off your clothes when the bracing clap of a brawny hand on your back nearly sent you sprawling to the dusty earth again.

“Good work, lass,” Dwalin’s deep voice burred, an encouraging smile lurking among his wiry whiskers, “you handled your blade well today.”

“Thank you, Dwalin,” you chuckled, gingerly shrugging your shoulder where his palm had landed.

Abruptly, he turned, sniffing the air. A widening grin crept over his face, and he gave you a nudge with his elbow that left you flailing your arms to regain your balance. “Smells like supper’s ready. Best be off to camp before the others have eaten our share.”

You trudged by Dwalin’s side through the trees in the darkening twilight, following the scent of roasting meat. Kili had managed to bring down a wild boar that morning, and the thought of it, cooked to perfection under Bombur’s careful supervision, made your mouth water as you claimed a seat on a fallen log close to the fire to eagerly await your helping.

Thorin had looked up from his pensive study of his map when you and Dwalin entered the camp, and now regarded you with a wry smile. “How is the training coming along?”

Before you could open your mouth to answer, Dwalin’s fingers clamped down heavily on your shoulder. “This one’s a natural,” he beamed, jostling you so that your teeth almost rattled, “she nearly bested me today.”

“That is an exaggeration and you know it,” you insisted laughingly, waving off his praise and ducking your head as his calloused palm ruffled your hair to a tangle.

“It’s not, either…nearly bested me, I tell you,” he repeated proudly.

Thorin said nothing, but watched his friend with an amused arch of his eyebrow and a small smile playing about his lips.

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Originally posted by fieryjimin

Its late at night. But hearing your voice gives me a reason to look forward to another beautiful day, another day to see your beautiful face.

pairing: jimin | reader
words: 1.9k
genre: fluff
summary: Jimin wants to talk. Just not with you.
a/n: it was 1 am last night, and i just thought of this idea and i kinda just 

“And I swear, this was by far the most amazing dream I had of her, like the ferris wheel dream was just wow but this one made me fall harder for her,” the animation and exhilaration in his voice was a tad bit thunderous for you at 3 am in the morning.

I mean, I could have just hung up and tell him to fuck off, I need my beauty sleep.

But he didn’t stop. Nothing stops Jimin from his moment to bask in the spotlight and talk for hours because when Jimin got something juicy to say, he will say it there and then. Only that it was just surprising for him to disrupt your night, ringtone piercing through the still silence of your peaceful slumber, to just tell you about his dreams because, really, he doesn’t do that at all.

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Gabriel & Blue

This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 179

Warnings: fluff

(gif is not mine)

You walked into the library wearing a blue gown that sparkled.  It was a gift from Gabriel, your archangel boyfriend.  It was the most beautiful gown you had ever seen, and had ever worn.  It definitely caught everyone else’s attention.

“You look great [Y/N],” Gabriel noted with a wide grin.  “I knew you’d look great in that dress.  I’m glad I got it for you.”

“Thank you Gabriel, I love it,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  You had never seen Gabriel in a tux before, but you had to admit that he cleaned up well.

“Are you ready to go,” Gabriel asked, sliding an arm around your waist.  You gave the archangel a quick nod.  Dean cleared his throat, causing the two of you to turn around.

Dean crossed his arms.  He was always the protective brother.  “Make sure you bring her back before midnight,” Dean jokingly demanded.  “And don’t have too much fun either.”

You rolled your eyes, waving at your brothers who stood behind you.  It was going to be a fun night.  

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Demetri Volturi X Caius’ Adopted Daughter! Reader (Time Line Part 3) Dem

Demetri Volturi X Caius’ Adopted Daughter! Reader (Time Line Part 3)

Ages 13 – 18

.When you turned thirteen and Renata brought you your birthday cake, complete with thirteen candles, you knew what you would wish for. Every single candle was the same wish – to see that beautiful stranger once more – even if it was only in your dreams. Thankfully, as if by some miracle, it came true.

.You started to have strange nostalgic dreams. You and the beautiful stranger were in them, except you were always younger than you were. Some were of when you were a baby, others when you were a toddler, and a few when you were a child. But they were all the same – you were happy and in love with the stranger in the most innocent way possible. The stranger would look at you as if you were the most beautiful thing the universe had to offer. Every morning, after each beautiful dream, you would sing and dance around the tower, not being able to wait for the next wonderful dream.

.When Athenadora noticed you acting so strange, she quickly turned to her husband for help. Yet when he came to confront you and you blatantly rebelled against his wishes for your surrender, he grew angry. You, of course didn’t want to disappoint your father, but you knew that telling him of the dreams would disappoint him more than not telling him at all. So you stormed away, far fro the tower where you father was fuming and your mother trying to calm him down.

.You continued your walk through the castle, not bothering to notice where you were going. You just flew through the corridors with tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t do anything right! Nothing you did ever satisfied them – your excellent penmanship, your amazing grades, even when you followed the rules of staying in the tower for the past eight years! You were now fourteen; old enough to at least go outside the tower! You didn’t understand and you began to weep, throwing yourself down from where you stood, onto the mucky stone floor.

.After a few minutes of sobbing, you looked up and wiped your tears away. You then realized, you were in the dungeon. You stood up, walking around the damp, quiet area, occupying your mind with the ashes of past victims littered in the cells. But when you came across the last cell, you were surprised.

.You didn’t see a rotting corpse or severed limbs or even a pile of ashes. No, it surprised you even more than if it had been those things. There in the dark, cold cell were piles of toys and pretty clothes. As you delved in deeper there was an old wooden trunk that looked to be hand carved with your initials and a D.V. surrounded by a heart. Inside were thousands upon thousands of letters – all addressed to you. You put the letters on hold as you looked around some more. There was an art set with an easel that made you squeal in delight, a beautiful dress that had a tag attached reading “For your thirteenth Birthday Party – I hope to see you there, mi amore. -Your Demipeeti.” There in the corner, was a familiar Teddy Bear dressed in the most adorable winter coat, it even had a matching coat that was a few sizes too small for you. There were coloring books, you noticed. But one in particular stood out. It had a picture of a small version of yourself with the beautiful stranger looking lovingly at you. Your heart nearly stopped. You scrambled through the colorless pictures to find that most were of you and him and your Teddy that was currently being held in your arms. You squeezed the bear a bit too tight as tears started streaming down your cheeks.

“Now that I’ve found you,
Hear what I have to say!

One Song
I have but one song
One song
Only for you

One heart
Tenderly beating
Ever entreating
Constant and true

One love
That has possessed me
One love
Thrilling me through

One song
My heart keeps singing
Of one love
Only for you!
.By this point, you were sobbing. Setting down the coloring book and taking one last look at the things that you now realized were yours, you started running up towards the tower with Teddy in your arms and tears in your eyes. As soon as you got to the tower, you screamed, you fought, you cried, and cried, and cried. They had lied to you.

.Thankfully, Demetri was on a mission at the moment and couldn’t hear your screams of devastation, at least thankfully for Caius. Athenadora tried to calm you down, but you wouldn’t stop throwing things at your “father.” Beautiful porcelain items were broken, tables and chairs knocked over, and curtains and bedsheets torn in a rage. “You are not my father!” You screamed at Caius, the man who you thought was doing what was best for you. “And you never were!” At that, Caius’ heart seemed to break and Athenadora just stood there in shock. Trying not to show how much you had hurt him, Caius turned his back to you and rushed out the door without a word.

.You collapsed on the ground with your Teddy. Your “mother” and “aunts” surrounded you, trying to console you, but it didn’t help. You lied in your bed, clutching the only thing that brought you comfort at the moment. Your Teddy stared up at you as if to say he loved you and he understood. You held him tighter as more tears began to fall and days began to pass. You wouldn’t eat or even get out of bed. Eventually, a soft thud woke you from your slumber.

.You turned around to see your father wearing a gentle, yet guilty smile. “You are nearly fifteen. I figure you know what’s best for you right now.” With that he left you with the same trunk you saw in the dungeon. It was still filled with letters, all signed with “Your Demipeeti (Demetri Volturi).” This time, you cried in happiness. His name was Demetri. You smiled, tearing into each envelope to retrieve each letter. Each letter told you what he had done that day, from the smallest thing like brush his hair all the way to how the mission he went on that day went. Each was unique with a lovely token of love in each one. In one letter was a deep sea pearl with the words “My love for you is deeper than the ocean” and another with a pressed Gardenia flower that read “You are more beautiful and pure than any flower to ever grace the earth” and even one with a dove’s feather with the note “you make my stone heart lighter than a feather, when I think of you.”

.You immediately began to write letters back. Each one was a response to a letter you received from him. Nearly ten years worth of letters were finally completed with in a year and sent back to him on your sixteenth birthday. On that same day, a letter came in telling you how happy he was that you finally responded to his letter – how he thought you hated him for nearly killing you, and threw out every one of his gifts and love letters. You responded with what had happened and that it wasn’t his fault that he was ensnared by your blood, after all he drinks blood for a living. So at this point, you began exchanging letters every morning and night. All with out you knowing that he did this all because you were his mate and that he loved you. You just assumed it was because he nearly killed you, but you figured you would take what you could get from your beautiful stranger, Demetri “Demipeeti” Volturi. As a couple years passed and more and more letters were sent out each day, you began to fall in love all over again, reliving your past memories through paper and ink.

.On your eighteenth birthday party, a ball was thrown especially for you. You were given the most beautiful gown thanks to Demetri, along with shoes and jewelry accordingly and a Happy Birthday note with a picture of you and him the day your father and mother brought you home from the adoption center. At the ball, you looked around every where for your Demetri, but alas he was nowhere to be found. You had to go through many different greetings with many different covens before a slow song started to play. You stood in the middle of the throne room with sad eyes as you watched everyone around you pair up. Then, as soon as you were about to leave, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to find Demetri, your beautiful stranger, with a smile that nearly made your heart stop beating.
“May I have this dance, mi amore?” You grinned and laughed, happily, pulling him into a hug as you two began to waltz across the dance floor. When the music was playing it’s last beat, Demetri’s ruby eyes met yours, then down to your lips, then back to your eyes to look for your consent. When he saw it he smiled ecstatically, pulling you up in his arms and placing the most passionate and loving kiss to your lips. You both pulled away at the sound of thunderous applause and flower petals being thrown at you from the balconies. You could see your parents from the side of the room, smiling at you and nodding, acknowledging that they approved once more. You smiled with happy tears pouring down your face, pulling your Demipeeti into a kiss once more.

Have you ever thought of getting married? Like, imagine yourself walking down the aisle wearing the most beautiful gown ever made just for you. Imagine your family and friends staring at you as though they see a queen. Imagine saying your vows to your bestfriend in front of the altar. Imagine having to spend the rest of your life with the person who gives you reasons to keep fighting every day and who made you see and realize what love truly is.