princesse companions


Part 7

Kaname x Sayu - Nagi no Asukara

Raku x Chitoge - Nisekoi

Yato x Hiyori - Noragami

Ryoshi x Ryoko - Okamisan and her Seven Companions

Kuranosuke x Tsukimi - Princess Jellyfish

Ikki x Stella - Rakudai Kishi no Cavalry

Ranma x Akane - Ranma 1/2 

I don’t want that (I want you instead)

*click thru to read on ao3

written by: Lexi | @goldenheadfreckledheart

prompt: ‘Music Festival AU!! With either them all going together and camping together (overdue sexual tension ensues) or Clarke and Raven meet Octavia and her competitive older brother Bellamy!’ for anonymous

word count: 5776

A week ago, Clarke had barely heard of Bellamy Blake.

He’s half of some indie rock duo that Raven had shown a passing interest in sometime last year, and Clarke’s half sure she’s heard the one song of theirs that got popular enough to be on a few alt rock stations. All of which is to say that she didn’t think she’d ever be in the same vicinity as him, much less… attached to him.

And not in the emotional sense.

OR: Clarke and Bellamy are musicians who get handcuffed together at a music festival. A Tonight You’re Mine AU.

A week ago, Clarke had barely heard of Bellamy Blake.

He’s half of some indie rock duo that Raven had shown a passing interest in sometime last year, and Clarke’s half sure she’s heard the one song of theirs that got popular enough to be on a few alt rock stations. All of which is to say that she didn’t think she’d ever be in the same vicinity as him, much less… attached to him.

And not in the emotional sense.

“What the fuck,” she says, looking down at their hands, where a pair of silver handcuffs glints almost smugly in the beating sun; one cuff attached to her wrist, the other to Bellamy Blake’s. She’s still trying to figure out exactly how she got into this situation, because she’s pretty sure a security guard, an attempted lesson in getting along, and a lost key were involved, but that feels so cliché that she’s questioning her own coherence. Maybe this is what heatstroke feels like.

“I think you’ve said that already, princess,” her companion says, dry. Too realistic to be a hallucination. Shit.

He’s not wrong about the repetitiveness of her swearing, but a fair few of her expletives in the last half hour have transcended the basic handcuffed-to-another-person situation, springing more from who she’s handcuffed to. Because the only thing worse than being handcuffed to a stranger at a music festival is being handcuffed to an arrogant, small-time musician who thinks he’s the next big thing. Nevermind that she’s a small-time musician herself.

One day her life isn’t going to resemble a bad TV show. One day.

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here’s every anime I’ve watched that i can remember please recommend some

Fairy Tail 
Princess Jellyfish 
Yu Yu Hakusho 
Chaos; Head 
B Gata H Kei: Yamada’s First Time 
Ouran High School Host Club 
Sword Art Online
My Bride is a Mermaid 
Okami-San and Her Seven Companions
.hack//Quantum Ova 
Welcome to the NHK
Soul Eater 
Legend of the Legendary Heroes 
Black Butler 
Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple
Kaze No Stigma 
Full Metal Alchemist 
Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood 
D-Gray Man 
Samurai Champloo 
Trigun Badlands 
Chrome Shelled Regios 
Dance in the Vampire Bund 
Ghost Hunt
High School of the Dead 
Angel Beats 
Spice and Wolf
Hetalia World Series
Kill la Kill
Hama Tora
Junjou Romantica ;-;
Blue Exorcist
Say “I Love You”
My Little Monster 
Demon King Daimo 
Pandora Hearts 
Strike Witches 
Squid Girl 
Heaven’s Lost Property 
Clannad: After Story 
Eden of the East 
Koi Koi Seven 
Fruits Basket 
Maoyuu Maou Yuusha 
To Heart 2 AD 
Elfin Lied


Indonesian Princesses Pt.1: Bali 

I think Indonesia is so rich in culture there’s just so much history, mythology, and culture I feel like it would make such a great Disney-style movie, so here’s my first instalment of my Disney-style Indonesian princesses. This is Ni Dewi Anom of the Ksatria (warrior/ruling) caste of Bali, who were most powerful around the second half of the sixth century! 

(sorry tumblr butchered the quality, but once you reblog it it looks fine on your blog!)

Get to Know the Admin: Zelda Style!

I want to thank you all for giving me 200 followers, so I made this Legend of Zelda themed tag! Feel free to reblog to your own Zelda (or not) blog!

Send me the name of one of these games and I’ll answer the question and tell why.

Legend of Zelda - Favorite console game?

Adventure of Link - Favorite character (in any game)?

A Link to the Past - Favorite place (in any game)?

Link’s Awakening - Favorite Link?

Ocarina of Time - Favorite Zelda song?

Majora’s Mask - Favorite mask?

Wind Waker - Favorite boss?

Four Swords - Favorite handheld game?

Twilight Princess - Favorite companion?

Phantom Hourglass - Least favorite game?

Spirit Tracks - Favorite Zelda?

Skyward Sword - Favorite Zelda item?

Link Between Worlds - First game I played?

Tri Force Heroes - Least favorite dungeon?

Breath of the Wild - Favorite champion/new champion?

Ser Arthur x Reader...

((I hope you like it! I’m not sure I do “fluff” very well, sorry, but I hope you like the one shot nevertheless!))

Word Count: 1,639

Warning: None

He didn’t even realize that his staring had become constant until his prince jokingly pointed it out with a soft chuckle on his lips.

His actions confused the knight more than it irritated him. He had always been so committed to his role as a member of the Kingsguard and as the Sword of the Morning that Arthur Dayne had so rarely shown interest of the romantic, lustful kind toward any sex. He had those feelings, of course, he was a man born with Dornish blood in his veins, but he was wise enough to choose loyalty, honor, chivalry, and the vows he took when he was given the white armor and cloak over carnal instincts of the body.

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MariChat May Day 5: CopyCat

Yes, yes I know I was supposed to do batons.  But I needed to switch things up a bit, so humor me, please?

This is for @seasonofthegeek!  You’re a creative power house, and your frequent updates are making what is already a pretty shitty month a whole hell of a lot better.

Thwack!  The lump of dough slammed back into the floured counter top, only to be lifted and turned and slammed down once again.   Flour dusted everything within a meter radius of where she stood.  Chat raised a brow at his irate friend, but he rather thought that in her ranting, she’d forgotten that he was sitting there.

“Unprincipiled,” she muttered angrily.












…thieving copy-cat!”

“Leave the cats out of it, Princess!”

“I just—aargh!”


“Th-that oily sack of flour had the nerve to come in to our store and insult my Papa!” Marinette pounded her fist into the innocent dough furiously.  “And this was after that swine stole our recipes!  Our secret family recipes!! ”

Chat leaned forward on the counter, propping his chin in one gloved hand.   “Ok, I get the insult thing, and that’s bad enough.  But how do you know he stole your recipes?”

“He’s offering the exact same menu that we do.”  She threw her hands up in the air wildly, adding more flour to the cloud around her.  “What kind of slime ball opens an identical shop just a few blocks away from the first, and offers the exact same menu, but cheaper?”

“That doesn’t mean he stole them, though.”

“Well, he still copied our menu.”  She went back to working the dough with another emphatic thwack.  “And he still insulted Papa.”  Thwack.

“What can you do about it?”

“Nothing.”  Thwack.  “Except wait for people to realize that his technique is abysmal—thwack—and his ingredients are inferior—thwack—and to come back here where they belong.”  Thwack.

“Hmm. I suppose that’s something, at least.”  Chat eyed the dough thoughtfully.  “Didn’t you tell me once that you’re not supposed to over-work the dough?”

“Better I overwork this dough than his stupid—thwack—doughy—thwack—face!”   She slammed the dough down one last time, and then buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

“Princess?”  Chat was unprepared for the abrupt shift from fury to tears.  He stood from his bar stool and rounded the counter to wrap his arms around her shaking body, pressing her face (hands and all) into his chest.   “Marinette?  Dieu, don’t cry.”

“B-but what if his stupid bakery puts our bakery out of business?  What if people confuse the two bakeries and think that we’re the ones who suck?  What if—”  She broke off abruptly and looked up at his face in consternation.  “Chat Noir, are you laughing?”

“No.”  He snickered.  “Maybe.  You’re just so creative in the things that you worry about.”

“Creative?”  She leaned away from him, narrowing her eyes dangerously.   “Creative?  If we lose this bakery my family—“

“You’re not going to lose the bakery, Mari.”  She opened her mouth to argue and he shook his head, speaking over her.  “You won’t.   This is one of the most popular bakeries in Paris, and your loyal customers are not going to suddenly forget where you are.  I don’t blame you for being upset, but I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

She blew out a breath and dropped her head forward onto his chest.  “I suppose you’re right.  And it’s not like worrying would do any good anyway.”

“Nope.”  He pulled her close again, and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you Chat.”  She wrapped her arms around his waist, and squeezed gently.  “Thanks for listening to my ranting, and…for being here.”

He squeezed back.  “That’s what knights are for, Princess.”

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, still holding one another.  Marinette sighed happily, and nuzzled a little closer to Chat.

“Besides, I want to be the only one getting a rise out of you.”

“Aaannnd you ruined it.”  She pushed away from him with a groan.  “Don’t make me throw you out, after you were so sweet.”

He grinned unrepentantly.  “Don’t go indulging any half-baked ideas, Princess.”


“You know you loaf me.”

“Unh, Chat!  You’re ridiculous!”

“Yes, but now you’re smiling.”