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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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Daemons other kids get jealous of the bond between him and alyssa and they come to their mother for reassurance therefore Daemon finds out they feel this way and reassures them aswell? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

similar ask: "Do the kids not get jealous of how Daemon treats Alyssa compared to them? imagine them crying to they’re mom about it" – anon

warnings: child neglect ☠️, sorry i swear daemon doesn't do it on purpose, he's not a bad father, alyssa is for him what rhaenyra is for viserys, HIS ONLY CHILD ☠️☠️, reader is a good mother tho, baddest mom in westeros, this is a domestic scenario that i wrote thinking about my girl @holy-minseok prompts that she send me on a ask one day

author's note: hii 🧋nonnie, i'm SO SORRY that it took me SO LONG to work on this, but here i am trying to remind daemon that he has other kids. AND ALSO, the start of this is based on that scene between elizabeth and philip where they talk about their favorite between their children (season 4 and episode 4 of the crown). i'll write another one just for daemon and the boys.

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During one of your rare alone moments with your husband, you decided to open up about something that happened to you today.

"Something funny happened today." You mentioned, as you braid your hair, getting ready for bed.

Daemon glanced at you, as he stripped the bed sheets, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was talking to Rhaenyra about motherhood, and she described Lucerys as her favorite child."

Daemon frowned, trying to understand your point with that subject. "Is that interesting?"

"The way she said it was, without equivocation or thought. Who would do that?" You explained, watching Daemon from his reflection in the mirror in front of you. "Openly admit to preferring one child to another."

"Any honest parent." Daemon retorted.

"What?"

As your fingers stopped dancing on your hair, you turned your back to the mirror to face your husband, who now sat on the edge of the bed, facing you.

"Any honest parent would admit to having a favorite."

"Who's our favorite?" You asked.

"My favorite or your favorite?"

"Is it different?" You frowned.

Daemon nodded, "I'd say so, yes."

"All right, you first. Who's yours?"

Of course you knew the answer to that already, you were not blind. And frankly, Daemon never did much to hide his favoritism.

"Alyssa." He answered, without any hesitation.

You gasped, "You said that alarmingly quickly."

"Because it didn't require thought." The prince shrugged.

"Daemon!"

"And your favorite is..."

"I don't know." You stated, confused.

"Liar!" He accused.

"It's true! I really don't know."

"Your lack of self-knowledge sometimes is breathtaking."

"On balance, I'd say that was an asset." You affirmed.

"Well, do tell me if you discover who's your favorite." He said, getting off to bed.

Daemon had been out all morning, flying with Caraxes around King's Landing.

Alyssa wanted to go with him, but the boys started to complain that they wanted to go as well.

You had to make an intervention, otherwise Daemon would had taken Alyssa and left the boys behind.

So there you were, at the yard tent, drinking tea and embroidering, while watching Maegon and Rhaegon playing with wooden swords.

Alyssa was also trying embroidery, but the amount of times she had stuck her finger on the needle showed her lack of skills.

"May I please retreat myself? I'd like to go to the library." Alyssa asked, clearly annoyed that she wasn't in the skies with her father.

"Yes, darling, go on. Have a good reading." You smiled, sipping on your tea.

Dealing with Alyssa was quite complicated, because she was so much like Daemon.

And she was a woman, which made it even worse.

You were the only one who could tame Daemon. He would do anything for you.

But unfortunately, he was the only one who could tame her.

You honestly felt sorry for the poor soul who would have to learn how to control her someday, otherwise, your daughter would remain single forever.

That's probably Daemon's dream come true.

When they felt tired, the boys finally came to sit with you under the tent.

Maegon sat on your right, placing his little hand on your baby bump.

Rhaegon came behind you, giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

Although he was getting bigger with everyday that passed, Rhaegon never stopped giving you little surprise kisses.

"I'm sorry you couldn't go dragonride with your father today." You gave them a reassuring kiss.

"It's okay. We just wanted to spend some time with him." Maegon muttered, bitting on an apple.

"I mean, it's unfair that he spends most of his free time with Alyssa. He's only with us on the training yard, and that's only when Cole is unavailable and father feels like picking on Aemond and Aegon." Rhaegon blurted out.

You felt hurt that your own children felt neglected by their father.

Honestly, it almost sickened you. But you knew Daemon didn't do it on purpose, that's just the way he is.

You could tame him, not change him.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, son. Both of you." You caressed Rhaegon's short hair. He looked like a young painted image of his father.

"It's okay, mom, really. Alyssa spends a lot of time with father, which means we got a lot time with you. I wouldn't trade this for anything else." Maegon smiled, his violet eyes glowing with love.

"Same. Dad couldn't understand us like you do." Rhaegon took your hand in his, the one that caressed his scalp.

You knew you had no preference between your boys.

But you saw that between them and your little girl, who you're supposed to have a stronger connection with – since you're both women –, you couldn't question that you'd rather be with your sons.

A thousand times, you would rather be with your boys.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader headcanons #🧋 anon

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soulofapatrick · 8 months

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Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You meet Henry at Philip and Martha's wedding to find you're both as enthralled by the other as the other

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: None really, almost smut but interrupted

Notes: Henry and Alex from RWRB have taken over my life 🤣🤣🤣

Y/N’s POV

To say that I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president’s daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I’ve done nothing. I’m only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this…

Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don’t know the name of. I’m not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I’m not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them.

Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we’re the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex’s hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She’s pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we’re long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don’t actually swing that way. She’s waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I’m face to face with beauty.

Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away.

His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex’s stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is.

As his voice reaches my ears, it’s warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, “Good evening,” He says, his tone polite but not distant, “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?”

His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There’s a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can’t help but feel that beneath all the rumours I’ve heard and the expectations, there’s a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating.

“Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-“ Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, “Y-Y/N. It’s Y/N Claremont-Diaz.”

“Well,” His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, “I hope to see you later.”

As quickly as he appeared, Henry is gone, and Alex is at my side, steering me toward the bustling ballroom where the after party is in full swing. Amidst the crowd, Alex seems to vanish in search of alcohol, leaving me to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. My eyes find Nora, her laughter blending with Bea's in a way that suggests they've been friends for years. I decide to do what I do best, explore without getting seen, blend into the shadows and find a quiet spot where no-one will disturb me, except maybe Amy who is my PPO for the day. Deciding to retreat into my comfort zone,

I slip away quietly, becoming a shadow in the corners of the palace. It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a room, a hidden oasis amidst the grandeur, filled with books. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line the walls, laden with leather-bound volumes and dusty tomes. The soft glow of sconces illuminates the space, casting an inviting warmth that contrasts with the glitz and glamour outside. I step further into the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books. It’s mesmerising, the sheer collection of knowledge and stories tucked away in here. For a moment, I forget about the grand event unfolding just beyond these walls. I lose myself in the comfort of solitude and the intoxicating scent of aged pages.

Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, the door creaks open, and I spin around to face the intruder, expecting to be Amy or Alex, having found me finally. But the sight that greets me is anything but ordinary. Henry stands there, his presence no longer commanding but somehow ordinary, like another person in the streets. His blue eyes meet mine, and there’s a shared understanding that in this moment neither of us are from royalty or fame, we are just Y/N and Henry.

“You are an enigma, nothing at all how I imagined.” He tells me, quietly closing the door and making his way over to me, gesturing to the sofa. I sink straight into the plush cushions, Henry sitting on my left, one leg tucked under himself and arm flung over the back of the sofa, expression open and I have to adjust my seat imagining pushing him back and kissing him breathless.

We exchange banter, light teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that’s reserved for moments of genuine connection. Henry’s flirting is subtle, a glint in his eyes and a playful quirk to his lips. It’s a dance of words that feels both exhilarating and comfortable, as if we’ve known each other for far longer than just a few hours.

But then there’s a pause, a fleeting moment where the air between us changes. It’s as if time is holding its breath, our eyes locked, and the room is charged with a palpable tension. And then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifts again. It’s a surge, a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist and as if guided by an unseen force, we’re both leaning forwards, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s hesitant, testing the waters to see if awe are both wanting the same thing. It’s a slow exploration, a gentle press of lips that converts a shared curiosity and a mutual yearning. There’s a softness to the touch, a tentative dance that feels both intimate and tender.

The hesitation doesn’t last long. As if a dam has been breached, the atmosphere between us surges with an irresistible pull. Henry’s lips mould against mine with more urgency, his hand finding it’s way to the curve of my cheek as if he’s trying to memorise every contour and scar. I respond in kind, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, a silent invitation for him to come closer. And he does. The kiss deepening, a dance of desire and longing, a magnetic force that draws us closer until there’s hardly any space between us.

I feel the shift as Henry’s hand traces the line of my jaw, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. And then, suddenly, the world tilts as he pushes me back onto the sofa, not dissimilar to the way I was picturing doing it to Henry. There’s a controlled urgency in his movements as he claims over me, body hovering just out of touch and the sensation is electrifying. Our lips collide once more, a collision of passion and aching want. It's a fervent dance of tongues and shared breaths that leaves me dizzy and craving more. His hands, exploratory and confident, trace the contours of my chest and shoulders. The path they leave in their wake is seared with fire, a trail of sensations that has me arching into his touch.

As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but let my own desires take over. My hands, emboldened by need, glide down his back until they reach his waist and I pull him down to close the achingly large gap between us, drawing a whimper from me as his hips brush against mine just right.

“Jesus, you know exactly what you want, don’t you?” Henry pants, breaking the kiss to focus his gaze on my shirt with an annoyed expression. His lean fingers with the buttons on my shirt, his touch almost impatient in it’s eagerness to explore what lies beneath. He looks breathtaking, hovering above me, honey hair mused and blue eyes glazed with want and abandon.

I can’t stop myself reaching up and tangling my hand in those locks, grumbling, “You talk to much.” Before yanking him down into a bruising kiss. My hips raising up to meet his, causing a delicious friction that has me swallowing the sounds Henry makes, his hips rocking to meet mine.

“Y/N, I told you not to-oh my god.” Amy is turning around and walking back outside, closing the door with a meaningful clearing of her throat. Henry is scrambling off of me and to his feet, eyes wide as if he’s realising what we’ve done and there’s a sinking feeling in my gut. I sit up, adjusting myself, the suit pants doing not much to ease he uncomfortableness and trying to make myself a little more presentable, keeping my head bowed away from his royal highness.

“Oh no, no, no,” Henry is appearing between my legs, doing nothing to help my problem, those fantasy inducing fingers gripping my thighs higher than they should be, “Y/N Claremont-Diaz, you are a pleasure and I do hope we can see each other again. I would…” He pauses, looking up at me through hooded lashes and his right hand shifting even higher and a strangled sound escapes my throat, “I would like to see more of you.”

“Fuck.” I’m letting my head fall back, the dull pain from the couch frame helping ease my raging erection that is currently being groped by someone I never thought. I think I get whiplash when Henry pops the button on my suit pants, “Hen- fuck… Henry, Alex is looking for me…. We don’t… we don’t have-“

“There you are Y/N!” The door bursts open and Alex stops short, eyes wide and jaw almost hitting the floor before he screeches, “HENRY?!”

“Alex-“

“OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU PICK HENRY?” He’s staring bug eyed while Henry is still kneeling there, worry on his soft features.

“Get out.” I grumble at my older brother who just rolls his eyes and focuses his gaze on a very red in the face Prince.

“You hurt him, I hurt you.” Then Alex is gone with a half hearted slam of the door.

I’m gripping Henry’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, guiding his gaze to mine to see the same nervousness and intensity in them. He parts his lips when my thumb ghosts over his plump bottom one and I think I die and go to heaven right then and there.

“Where were we?’ He murmurs, guiding my hand to his hair again and yeah, I’m dead. How the fuck did I get the Prince of England to want me back in the span of four maybe five hours? I’m not gonna question it, just gonna take it as it is.

Fuck Me.

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first-edition · 1 year

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Mud

Diaval x reader

Sum- throwing mud in the moors. Cute bathing scene with diaval (if you squint)

(Maleficent 2)

Cw- slight mention nudity, daughter of maleficent.

THIS IS A DRABBLE I WROTE THIS LATE AND HAVE NO REGARD FOR GRAMMAR AT THIS TIME SORRY FOR MISTAKES. SUCK IT UP.

He would always look at you certain ways, wither it was a side glance or a long admiring look everyone knew how much diaval loved you. Spending time in the moors with you, taking flights with you, and even nights like now sitting by the water edge as your half sister Aroura plays in the water with the Fay beings.

“y/n come play with us!” She calls

“i dont think so.” You giggle your mother sits up in a tree watching as to not get splashed.

“come o-” it goes quiet when she hit with mud by one of the Wallerbogs. They laugh at her now covered in mud she grabs some and throws it back. A mud fight has begun. You dodge a few but end up getting hit making your lover laugh out at your turmoil of getting mud splashed along your dress. You grab a chunk of mud and chuck it at him. It lands square against him.

You and aurora now laughing in the water. Diaval gets up and walks to you with a handful of mud smearing it across your face. You reciprocate using your magic and lifting a terribly large amount dropping it over his head completely covering him in the dirt. Making your mother laugh.

“i swear!” He exclaims and picks you up putting you over his shoulder making you giggle your wings flapping lightly at the shift in position. You laugh as he runs around with you smearing mud on your wings and back.

The mud fight goes on for a few more minute before your mother calls you and aurora sending you to clean up before bed.

“mother please?!” You beg still attached over diaval shoulder.

“now. We’re to be meeting prince Philips family tomorrow.” She says you sigh and nod. Diaval lets you down and watches as you walk off with aurora.

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You remove your dress and undergarments and dive into the water washing off the mud from your hair and body. You begin grooming out your wings. You feel the water shift around you and hands on your waist.

“need help?” His scruffy voice asks.

“y-yes. I wouldn’t if you hadn’t smeared it into my feathers.” You say

“mm.” He replies helping you wash the mud from your wings.

“what do you think? About Philip and aurora?” You ask

“it’s not my place to say what i think about them but, they seem like a perfect match.” He says

“hm..” you reply.

“why? Whats wrong?” He asks

“Philip is human…”

“aurora is human.” He responds

“Yes but, aurora grew up here same as me. I just i dont know what to expect tomorrow.” You reply.

“hmm would you have liked her fall for a fairy? Or fayperson?” He asks

You shrug.

“would you rather her fall for me?” He jokes you turn around the water lightly splashing against your wings as you do.

“No! You’re mine.” You say looking up to him. He chuckles holding his hands up in defense. It’s then you realize he’s also nude and cleaned off probably by your mothers magic. Aurora the same other wise she would be bathing along side you.

The markings on his chest that lead to his face something you always been fond of with him.

He puts his hand down letting them rest against your waist yet one moves your hair out of your face and brushes his thumb against your cheek.

“It’ll be fine tomorrow im sure his family is nice.” He reassures you. You nod.

You wrap your arms around his neck kissing him he kisses you back. The only thing that matters to him in the world is you and being happy with you.

#diaval #diaval x reader

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thepastisalreadywritten · 1 month

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Prince Edward has paid tribute to his wife, Sophie, as his ‘absolute rock’ as he discussed his family life with Alan Titchmarsh during an appearance on Love Your Weekend.

The episode, which is set to air on March 10, the Duke of Edinburgh’s 60th birthday, will see the Prince sit down with the presenter and open up about his wife, the Duchess of Edinburgh, and their two children, Lady Louise, 20, and James, Earl of Wessex, 16.

Speaking of how much Sophie means to him, the Duke called his wife ‘critical, absolutely critical.’

He continued:

‘She's been an absolutely brilliant rock and I'm incredibly lucky that I found Sophie and that she found me. Hopefully, we've been a really brilliant partnership.

We're very lucky, we’ve got two, of what we would think are particularly brilliant children, who are forging such different paths for themselves. I think that's also equally fascinating.’

Elsewhere he spoke about the significance of Mothering Sunday and described what the celebration means for his own family.

Prince Edward said, ‘Always and it's doubly so when you've got your own children - your own family is very important.’

‘Those days were [important growing up], and these days are really important to remember some very, very special people in our lives.

There should be several times in the year when we make a special sort of effort and Mothering Sunday was very much one of those where you made a special effort just to say ‘thank you.’

So it goes on and that's the lovely thing about it. That's the lovely thing about families and that's what it should be.’

During the discussion, Prince Edward also revealed the lasting memories his grandchildren have of the late Prince Philip, including teaching his daughter Lady Louise to drive a carriage.

It's a hobby, which was a passion of the late Duke’s, and has since been adopted as one of Lady Louise’s.

He said, ‘It was entirely off her own bat. I mean, you know, just one day, ‘Can I go out with you and go sit on the boxes?’

He was like, ‘Absolutely.’

'He never was going to say no! He took her out with the team and I think it was only the second time, he was driving along and he said, ‘Do you want to have a go?’ and she didn’t have time to even answer the question, he just handed the reins across.’

Elsewhere in the discussion, Prince Edward spoke about how much it meant to him to be bestowed the title of Duke of Edinburgh. He said:

‘It was a huge privilege but also quite a lot of weight of expectation as well. I mean, there's an awful lot of legacy that came with that title and everything that my father had done. Especially when you're not inheriting it, this is a choice… that comes with all the expectations that people have.

It's just the weirdest and strangest feeling. You walk into a room and, particularly still today, there are name places on a card and I still look around going ‘Yes, but where am I sitting?’

Explaining how he would describe his father Prince Philip, The Duke called him an ‘extraordinary mind’, adding:

‘He was the Prince Albert of our age. He had an extraordinary mind. He loved design, he loved innovation, he was brilliant with all sorts of people.

Sometimes it didn't necessarily come across that way, but he was actually brilliant with people. He was always, always encouraging everybody. You sort of needed to get to know him.’

The interview comes after Sophie gave her own touching tribute to Edward during a royal engagement earlier in March.

The Duchess gave a rare, gushing tribute to her husband, calling him ‘the best of fathers and the most loving of husbands.’

Prince Edward looked deeply emotional throughout the speech, putting his hands over his face, as Sophie spoke about their love, saying, ‘I am so proud of the man he is.’

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ninacarstairss · 9 months

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an incomplete list of things that will make me go feral if they’re included in the movie:

alex pulling henry in the red room and “impugning his virtue” against a painting of alexander hamilton and amy out the door pretending not to know what that horny little bitch of fsotus is up to

henry offering to get out of alex’s life to make it easier for him and alex brushing it off, only to realise later what henry was truly offering him and how stupid he was not to see it

oscar talking to alex at the lake house. oscar seeing him and accepting him. alex looking at henry, nora and june (yes i know she’s not in the movie just let me dream. he can be looking at henry, nora and pez too) and feeling like his world is complete. the night on the porch swing. sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff. the night in the lake. the little stone of certainty alex feels in his chest as he’s making breakfast.

yeah so just the lake house part

uma thurman delivering a power point presentation about dating the prince of england and alex running out when she brings up protections and pamphlets

jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?

so glad you flew here to insult me—

i fucking love you, okay?

the issue of le monde that henry keeps on his nightstand from the first time they woke up together

i want you. then fucking have me—

alex waking up in kensington in an empty bed, henry coming back, looking at alex and going “your hair in the morning is truly a wonder to behold” before making the world’s best declaration of love

“When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times.” there is like a 0,1% chance of this making it into the movie but i have this tattooed on my skin and it would be so perfect to see it on screen

alex saying in front of the fucking queen that he wants henry’s children

henry rambling about art and history in the v&a and alex pulling him into a kiss because he just loves him so much

i’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark. and also a statue

alex panicking about henry having to enlist

shaan having to dislodge philip from the chandelier when henry comes out to him

i’ve been gay as a maypole since i came out of mum, philip

henry’s obsession with jaffa cakes and mr wobbles

the memories email. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn't fit in any rooms.

alex being a brat about the turkeys “put them in my room put them in my room put them in my room”

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

alex calling henry at christmas and telling him all about his family drama and henry simply telling him that he did his best, the only thing he really needed to hear

most things in this world are awful . but you are good

alex’s list of things he loves about henry (especially points 16 to 18)

henry writing down the list in the email and then calling henry anyway because he knows he likes to have these things written down but he needs to talk to him

alex kissing henry in front of a giambologna

Sería una mentira, porque no sería el.

the drunk bad metaphors about maps email

alex being summoned by the president after the email leaks and ellen just asking him “are you okay?”

alex’s whole family being there for him after the email leaks, hugging him through a panic attack and allowing him to be himself after a traumatic event that had to be dealt with in a strategic political way

or so help me God I will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. zahra you fucking queen

the call from the plane. “sweetheart” he hears henry’s exhale over the line. “hi love. are you okay?”

alex and henry running to hug each other as soon as alex gets to kensington

i won’t lie. not about you. alex and henry saying at the same moment that they want to do this, they want to tell the truth, because lying about this is not an option

the little touches between them. whether it’s holding hands beneath a buchkingham palace table or hugging in a closed room or pressing a knee agains the other in a public place, because that is a tether, a gravity that makes the world make sense

bea’s speech about grief and how it’s like a pie. i want to cry really hard

numbers on one of us getting involved in a sex scandal before the end of second term?

henry sticking out his chin in that defiant way

I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.

"Plus we banged it our last night” shaan and zahra being a power couple

bea dumping the tea pot on philip and going “all that cocaine i did must have really done a job on my reflexes!”

the han and leia mural

dc dykes on bikes chasing protesters

To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.

alex’s face being plastered on chocolate bars and thongs with henry’s after the royal suitor photos

henry telling alex he’s opening the queer shelters worlwide. henry telling alex he bought a brownstone in brooklyn

the flashbacks to election night 2016 when alex saw zahra crying and all those women taking in the moment their first madam president was elected

alex and henry biking through austin, alex opening the door to his childhood home with henry by his side

a little flash forward into their future and alex calling henry the love of his life, henry choosing the place for a credenza in his brownstone, going on vacations together and falling in love all over again, savouring their time together with no fear of getting caught, june and nora finally kissing and alex being shook at pez’s comment, henry realising he doesn’t want to ever go back, henry listening to alex talk to his mum about marriage when he has also bought a ring, henry and alex buying a house far from the public eye, having the quiet life they never had, june subletting the brownstone to be closer to pez and nora, “you and me”

#i know june won’t be in the movie but let me dream okay??#i have been rereading okay? and i am in pain #also we have confirmation some of these scenes are definitely in the movie so i’m ready to scream into the void forever after august 11th #rwrb #rwrb movie #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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degreeofdisorder · 10 months

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i need to know exactly what kind of conversation shaan had to have with some MI6 higher up about alex's personal phone number like "hello this is kensington palace speaking can I get mr alexander claremont-diaz's phone number? yes the first son of the united states. it's a request from his majesty the prince of wales--no not philip--[long silence] as far as i am aware they mostly communicate through instagram--[long suffering sigh] i am not privy to the inner workings of his majesty's friendship with mr claremont-diaz--yes i am aware it is a matter of national security--perfect thank you very much"

followed by like eight shots of whiskey

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb spoilers #rwrb movie #rwrb livenats #I'm like genuinely so interested on how this went down #I need to know everything about how the mi6 got involved #oh I love this So much

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hanafubukki · 6 months

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Thinking about this post by @prince-kallisto and wondering

What if

The actual sword of truth killing maleficient scene was already done/played by

The knight of dawn and maleanor?

Knight of dawn as Philip and maleanor as maleficient

Yes, history can repeat itself, but also Silver and Mallues are not their parents. They lived in different times and love each other.

Whereas, knight of dawn and meleanor lived during a time of war and hatred.

Maybe, just maybe, while maleanor and knight of dawn followed the roles of Philip and maleficent.

Their Children will follow the roles of maleficent and aurora (live action version) where’s its not hatred that kills but love that saves.

(I don’t know where I was going with this, just random thoughts lol)

#malleus draconia #twst silver #maleanor draconia #twst knight of dawn #twst book 7 #diasomnia #twst theory #twst theories #twst analysis #hmmm not sure about these tags

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What moves do you think are KCs key strategic moves?

Great grey rock strategy. That's the first one. It the best strategy for dealing with narcissists. His experience with Diana taught him that if you react they win, so he's not reacting.

Glad you asked. This same me writing a post about it. These are the strategies he has used so far:

Over the top glitz and glamour strategy. He's using the same pr strategy he used to improve Camilla's public image: lots of charity work and lots of official events with as much royal glitz and glam as possible. That's why we are getting so many diplomatic events and so many gowns and jewels. That's also why we are getting the biggest, glitziest coronation he can get away with. During the War of the Wales he did a disastrous interview where he tried to open up and be relatable and it backfired miserably. He's not doing that again. He's going to create psychological distance by draping the royals in as much glitz and glamour and tradition as possible. The Harkles can't compare with that.

Divide and conquer strategy. This is what the Lady Hussey meeting was about. During Camilla's pr drive she had a lot of little tea parties with reporters and stakeholders. Many of those reporters (*cough* Rebecca English *cough*) are still fans. It's a tried-and-true strategy (Diana in particular used it well) and it works. The ethnic charities and academics are all going to be heavily courted and they will eventually succumb. The ones that don't give in will be starved of money and attention.

United front. This was also part of the Camilla strategy. Will and Harry were roped into photo ops with Cam and stories were planted in the press saying they liked her and approved the marriage. Stories about how the Queen secretly approved but couldn't do so publicly because of her official role as head of the church also appeared. Everyone was signing from the same hymnbook, just like they are now. Not everyone wore burgundy though. That part is new. The addition of the Middletons and Cam's kids is also new.

Symbolic substitution. Charles knows from painful experience that it's about the role, not the person. The equerries, Sophie's UN work, Colonel Kate, etc... are all about keeping the role alive. Sadly, that's likely why Edward may not get the Duke of Edinburgh title. Because it was held by Philip, the role is symbolically superior to Charles and can't be transferred to his younger brother without implicitly undermining KC's position. The same was the case with the Princess of Wales title. It became symbolically opposed to the Prince of Wales title which is why Cam never used it, even after her popularity increased.

These are the ones he will use in the future:

Pomp and Circumstance. The coronation will be epic. Period. Will and Kate's wedding reinvigorated the institution for a decade and the coronation has to have a similar effect.

Biographies. The coronation will result in an avalanche of books and articles about KC. He will use them to create a new narrative. I'm not sure what that narrative will be because it will depend on what Harry says in his own book. My guess is he will piggyback on Harry's tale of trauma to recount his own childhood trauma and how, unlike his son, he overcame it to become a visionary ruler. Yes, he's going to go for "visionary." He's not humble and he kind of deserves the title because of all his environmental and charity work.

Public validation. This will be done in tandem with the biographies and the coronation, and Harry will unwittingly contribute. Harry's biography will claim that KC was a cold parent who was more concerned with his public role than his family. KC will spin that, with the help of foreign dignitaries, charity leaders, and commentators, into a narrative presenting KC as a devoted (and visionary!) statesman and charity leader. This is the same strategy he used after marrying Cam when we were inundated with stories about "how good she was for him."

Future focused. Harry is stuck in the past, but KC will present a dynamic monarchy focused on the future. That's what Kate's pantsuits, Sophie's fashion, Will's Earthshot project, and the young equerries are supposed to signal. This is the only strategy that I am skeptical about. It's hard to project youth and vigor when you are as old as KC is. However, he's a cunning fox and I'm sure he'll find a way. A vigorous reform platform with strategic changes may be enough. I'm very curious to see what he does about the Commonwealth. He needs to do something big to counteract the damage inflicted by Harry's documentary and he only has like three months to plan.

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Can you do hsr boys with reader watching classic disney movie?

Yes I can! Thanks for the cute request!

Dan Heng: what you watch: the Little Mermaid Dan Heng isn’t much of a moviegoer in the first place, but you’re still shocked to hear he’s Never seen a Disney movie. That’s OBVIOUSLY gotta change. So you choose a classic, turn it on, and keep an eye on him throughout the film, making Sure he’s actually watching and paying attention. You see why he’s not much of a moviegoer. He’s just not that in to movies. He’s more interested in his phone than the film but eventually you tell him to leave it alone and watch the movie and he actually has a fun time. He liked it! But he doesn’t really…express that. He’s just: “that was fine.” and then moves on with his day. But you hear him humming a few of the songs to himself later on… Let’s just say he wouldn’t object if you want to watch another one sometime.

Gepard Landau: what you watch: Sleeping Beauty He’s watched a few of the classics as a kid, so while he’s a bit surprised you’d choose a kids movie for your movie night, he also recalls liking them so hey! Maybe it’s just as good as he remembers. You make lots of comments about how he’s like Prince Philip, and he must admit he finds it very flattering to hear you say such things. You see him as your knight in shining armor?! That…means a lot to him. He tries. He has fun watching with you, even if you’re a bit of a chatterbox during it. He’s definitely down to watch another one with you, on the condition he gets to pick the next one. (He really wants to watch Mulan.)

Jing Yuan: what you watch: The Lion King (He definitely misses his lion after this one.) He’s just happy to spend time with you, he’s never really cared what movie you pick. He’s probably gonna just talk with you the whole time anyways. But to your surprise, his eyes light up when you mention this one and he’s all: “ah yes, I remember when this one released. I am quite fond of it.” Which is great news for you because that means he’s going to Actually watch the movie with you instead of talking the whole time! He has a great time. He even surprises you by knowing a few of the songs. I don’t know, you thought he was a little…old for Disney movies, but you’re just happy he enjoys himself. You even get to learn about his old lion after the movie. He feels a little…nostalgic.

Welt Yang: what you watch: Fantasia It’s the perfect Disney movie for an animation fan like him, and oh my gosh does he have a Lot to say about animation and the process that went in to making the movie and- It’s cute to see him so passionate about something. He hopes he’s not ruining your experience by talking too much, but he’s excited to be sharing something he’s so enthusiastic about with you. He knows a lot too. It’s actually pretty interesting to hear what he has to say, it honestly makes the movie a lot more entertaining. Afterwards you thank him for sharing all his knowledge with you, and he’s already planning your next movie date. Yes he’s very impressed with Disney, but he’s even more excited to share with you what he knows about some of the less famous animation companies. Maybe you watch movies he’s worked on, too.

Sampo Koski: what you watch: Alice in Wonderland. (Imagine Sampo selling bootleg Disney movies hahahaha.) It’s hard to explain, but Alice in Wonderland just…reminds you of him. He’s the kind who has a hard time sitting still, even if it’s to relax and watch a movie with someone he loves, but he does his best for you. He…doesn’t pay attention the entire time, but meh, he’s trying. He also talks during the movie, but in a much more annoying way than the other men. He just has dumb questions because he wasn’t paying attention, or he talks about something completely unrelated. You love him but gosh is this scoundrel hard to watch movies with.

Blade: what you watch: Beauty and the Beast He thinks you’re trying to say something to him when you insist you watch this movie in particular with him. He gets it. You’re a beauty, he’s a beast. But he eventually realizes you didn’t mean anything by it when you actually start watching with him. Turns out you just wanted to snuggle and watch a cute movie with him. He’s not really one to watch movies. He only watches with you. And you always choose something cute, like Disney. He’s becoming quite familiar with the classics, thanks to you. You’ll probably never learn if he’s actually a fan of the movies you make him watch, but at least he’s quiet and pays attention.

thank you so much for reading~

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 19 days

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I don't necessarily buy into the theory that HnM are behind everything bad that happens to the brf. I've always that TMZ was behind the hospital breach. Simply because they also had that first shot of Catherine with Carol in the car. and then they made that show asking where is Kate, the one that had piers Morgan talking about how skinny she has gotten and that wasn't reflected in the mothers day photo.

Technically, tmz is California based. They have the money and the resources to breach London Clinic. And they had incentive, it was the most trending story at the time.

Lady C actually said this on her show yesterday, that it was "someone from California", and I think she deliberately kept it vague so people would pile on to HnM. My read on lady c is that she is a bullshitter, because nothing she has ever said has been proven to be true, esp regarding HnM. The big reveal she had been teasing since December last year still hasn't happened and March is over.

I agree.

I get that everyone wants to blame everything horrible happening to/in in the BRF on Harry and Meghan but not everything is their fault.

Yes, Harry and Meghan are toxic, both together and separately. Yes, they created problems for the BRF.

But toxic behaviors and toxic personalities also exacerbate problems that already exist. Kicking them out eliminated the problems they caused, but the BRF still has to deal with the pre-existing problems, like

how they engage with and use the media

how they prepare the spares

how the different palaces and teams work together

how they manage the public's expectations with a smaller monarchy

how they manage modern media and modern media concerns

how they manage a smaller workload with more demands

how they reconcile the present and future of monarchy with the monarchy's ugly colonial history

how they treated Diana's ghost/legacy/memory, and now treat Prince Philip's and The Queen's ghosts/legacies/memories

None of those are Harry's and Meghan's faults. Their toxicity amplified these problems, but they did not cause these problems. We need to get out of the mindsight that blames them for everything.

Blame them when they deserve it - like when they complain that no one talks to them or "it didn't have to be this way". Don't blame them when they've had nothing to do with what's happening in the BRF.

#ask #brf #sussexes #theories #rumors

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canirove · 1 year

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 1

Summary: "They say they want to make the monarchy more modern, to be closer to the people, but then your parents would prefer it if you married a guy whose Godfather is the freaking Prince of Monaco, instead of a guy from Kingston." Or the love story between Princess Eleanor, heir to the British throne, and Declan Rice, English football player.

Author’s note: This story has been sitting on my drafts for maybe two months because I never was completely happy with it, and tbh, I still feel the same. Though sometimes those are the ones people like the most 😂 I got inspired to write it during the World Cup when people here in Spain went crazy about the idea of Princess Leonor and Gavi dating and him becoming the future King because she, apparently, is her fan and has a crush on him 😅 That's why on this story, the British Royal family has the name of the Spanish one 😁 Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ask me one more."

"Dad..."

"Just one more, please."

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. "Who is that one?" I ask, pointing at the papers he has on his hands.

"That's easy. Aaron Ramsdale, goalkeeper, plays for Arsenal."

"See? You know them all. Relax."

"I just want to do this right. You are the one into sports, not me."

"You'll be fine, you already know them all from the Euros."

"Yeah" he says, letting out a big sigh. "What about you? Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"You may be meeting one of your crushers."

"I don't have a crush on anyone on the national team."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. You watch all their games, you must fancy at least one of them."

"I don't" I shrug.

"Not even Mason Mount? I've heard girls think he is fit."

"That he is what?" I laugh.

"Fit. That's what Sophie says about boys who are handsome and attractive."

"Yes, Sophie. But not you."

"Why? Because I'm old?"

"No, because you are the King of England."

"Whatever" he says. "You don't like anyone, then?"

"No one. So you better not try anything or do what you did when we met One Direction years ago."

"What did I do?"

"Tell Niall Horan that I had a crush on him? That I had photos of him in my room?"

"Oh, yes" he chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't do it again. I learnt my lesson."

"You better. Just imagine that someone hears something and runs to the press with it. I can already see the headlines: Princess Eleanor in love with a football player. And they'll probably pick the worst option."

"Like Grealish."

"You said it, I didn't" I laugh.

"We've arrived, sir" our driver says.

"Good, good. Are you ready?"

"Ready" I say, taking a deep breath before we step out of the car.

As part of all the media events the national football team is doing before they travel to Canada for the World Cup, we are meeting with them to say our farewells and also give them a little something to remember the occasion. And when I say we, I mean my dad, King Philip of England, and I, Princess Eleanor, heir to the throne.

"Welcome to St. George's Park, your Royal Highness" Gareth Southgate says when we walk in. "The boys are waiting over here."

"Wonderful" my dad says. "How are they feeling?"

"Ready. They can't wait to get on that plane."

After a few words from my dad and the gaffer, it's time to give the players that little something we had for them: a shirt with their number and the name of all the players who have previously worn it.

"We'll do one each, ok?" my dad tells me.

"Ok."

We start calling each player, congratulating them and posing for a photo, everything going smoothly... until it doesn't. Until I froze in place when I find myself looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Your Royal Highness" he says with a smile as breathtaking as his eyes.

"Hi" I reply, my voice sounding all squeaky.

"I was looking forward to meeting you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. My mum is a big fan of yours, she says you are the best royal."

"Oh, she's too kind" I giggle. I giggled. Why did I do that? What am I, 12?

"Should we pose for the photo?"

"Uh?" I ask, still looking at him. How is he real? How is it possible that I had never noticed that Declan Rice was this handsome?

"The photo, Eleanor" my dad says behind me.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The photo" I repeat, trying to compose myself a bit.

"Big smiles... Perfect" the photographer says.

"Thank you" Declan smiles, taking the box where the shirt is, our fingers touching slightly but making me feel electricity through my whole body. And call me crazy, but judging by the way he looked at me when it happened, he felt the same.

Once we are done giving all the shirts, Southgate gives my dad and I a tour of St. George's Park, but I can't stop thinking about Declan. About his eyes, his smile, about the way that small touch made me feel. I still don't know how I managed to keep going, to be honest.

When we walk outside, some players are practicing free kicks on the training pitch, Declan among them.

"Eleanor, why don't you show these boys how it is done?" my dad says.

"What?"

"We all saw you training with the lionesses, ma'am. That right foot of yours can do things" Mount chuckles.

"But I'm not wearing the right shoes."

"C'mon, ma'am" Southgate insists.

"Ok, then. But if I end up breaking a window, or worse, my ankle... it is your fault" I say, making them all laugh.

"Ready, Rambo?" Rashford asks before shooting.

"Give me your best!" Ramsdale shouts.

"That was so good" my dad says when Rashford scores. "Your turn now, darling."

"Ma'am" Declan says, giving me a ball.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to avoid looking at him, my cheeks already getting hot. "Don't go soft on me, Ramsdale."

"I won't, ma'am" he says with that big smile of his.

"See?" I sigh after shooting and sending the ball far far away. "Wrong shoes."

"Try again" Declan says, putting another ball in front of me. "I know you can do it."

"Will you pay for the window I'm going to break?"

"And I'll carry you to the infirmary myself if you break your ankle" he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach, and my father clear his throat behind us.

"Ok" I whisper, trying to forget the thought of his arms around me and taking a deep breath, focusing only on the ball.

"I knew it!" Declan says next to me when the ball goes in, Ramsdale not being able to stop it.

"You believed in me more than I did."

"I've seen you play before, I know what you can do."

"You have?"

"Yep. When you were like... 15? You played a charity game in my area and my mum took the whole family to watch you. I remember that you scored and amazing free kick."

"Oh, wow. I don't know if I remember that day" I chuckle. "I'll have to check the photos back home. I may even see you."

"I didn't look this good, tho. You may not recognize me" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"But you still had the same eyes, didn't you? Those are hard to miss."

"Thank you, ma'am" he replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Did I just make him blush? Me? Oh, wow. "I also remember that I didn't expect a princess to play football like that."

"What did you expect, then?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I don't know" he shrugs. "Maybe that you enjoyed other type of sports, like cricket or that thing with the horses."

"Equestrianism."

"That one, yes."

"Posh sports."

"Yeah..." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head and making the muscles on his arm pop. Why did he have to do that when I was finally acting normal around him, maybe even flirting? Now I'm stuck again just looking at him.

"We must go, Eleanor."

"What?"

"It's time for us to go, the boys have to train" my dad says.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It was really nice meeting you, ma'am" Declan says.

"You too."

"See you in Canada?"

"See you in Canada" I repeat

"Great" he says with a big smile that makes whatever I'm feeling on my stomach be more intense. "Until then."

"Bye" I say, definitely smiling like an idiot.

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"That was nice, wasn't it?" my dad says once we are back in the car.

"Really nice, yes."

"Fell in love with any of them?"

"What?" I say, feeling my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

"I was only joking, relax."

"Oh" I reply with a nervous laugh.

"You are a clever girl. You know that you can't fall in love with a football player."

"Why not? You married mum and she was a journalist."

"One with a degree and a PhD, a serious career. These boys have nothing beyond money and being good looking. At least some of them" he chuckles.

"These days more and more players are studying while playing, tho" I point out.

"Still, it isn't enough. You are meant to be the next Queen of England. You must marry accordingly."

"Dad, this isn't the 15th century."

"I know, I know. But there are certain things that must still be kept in mind. So when you travel to Canada to support the team, do not fall for any of them, ok?" he laughs.

"Ok" I say, rolling my eyes and looking out the window, thinking that it may be a bit late for that.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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