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luci-j · 2 months

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❤️35 OTP Questions❤️

For Valentine's Day (yay!). My favorite idiots in love. Thought I'd do something for the occasion, so here's a bit more on the couple....

Credit: The Moon Witch

1. Who fell for the other one first?

Meti, and hard. Rocket wasn't long soon after, but Meti knew from the second he made eye contact with Rocket that he was the one. When Rocket screamed at him and called him an idiot seconds later? Well, that just sealed the deal.

2. Who made the first move?

Hard to tell since they both went in for a kiss at the same time, but I'm going to give this one to Meti again since he greeted Rocket at the door with apology flowers. He already was making an attempt to shoot his shot, whether he realized it or not. The first "official" move though was them kissing one another, so that's a tie there.

3. Describe their first date.

That's also questionable, and they can't agree on it! But their first one after the dust settled and Meti's home world was safe was a simple, albeit somewhat awkward once since they'd also accidentally gotten married during that time.

4. What’s a perfect date for them?

They can really be homebodies! Perfect date would probably be getting takeout and watching old movies together. Meti would wear something maybe a little too fancy for the occasion, but they have to do something with *all* that makeup. If they aren't at home, trips to nature-themed places are always a hit with the two, like beaches and forest preserves.

5. What do physical trait do they love the most about each other?

Rocket's a solid 11 out of 10 in terms of looks on Fauntera, so for Meti it's a lot of things, from his sharper features to fluffy tail. But it's ultimately his eyes. Rocket loves Meti's shoulders, even though Meti hates how they're a little too broad for some of his dresses. Rocket also likes making Meti's claws retract in and out on his paw when they're in bed together, so his hands are really up there.

6. What personality trait do they love the most about each other?

Meti loves the kindness Rocket has underneath his brashness. Rocket loves how accepting Meti is, and how truly curious he is about the world around him.

7. What’s one way their personalities complement one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?)

Oh, I like this question! There's a lot of ways in which they're opposite, in terms of surface stuff at least. But when you dig down deeper, they click with one another, like pieces of a puzzle. They're good at filling in gaps for one another. They do also have a similar sense of humor. so that goes pretty far in terms of making them work.

8. What are some things they don’t agree on?

There's some butting of heads when it comes to their kids, although they do their best to talk it out with one another and remain respectful. Rocket also doesn't always agree with some of Meti's traditions, or at least is confused by them, and Meti sometimes thinks Rocket acts a little bit too much on emotion without looking at something from all sides.

9. What is each member’s love language?

For Meti it's gift giving. He's from a culture that didn't have a lot, so being able to be a provider for his love is a huge thing for him. It can be anything from tools Rocket's been eyeing to buying him some new clothes. For Rocket it's acts of service. This can be in the form of fixing up a squeaky door that's been driving Meti nuts, to making sure Meti's prosthetic leg is functioning as best it can.

10. What’s each member flirting style?

Meti's a lot more outwardly flirty, with double entendres and swaying his hips just so, but Rocket is no slouch, either. His flirting can come in the form of something as simple as the way he looks at Meti from across the room. He'll also riff off Meti if they begin flirting. Peter has begged more than once for them to knock it off.

11. Who’s the bigger tease?

Giving this one to Rocket. He knows it drives Meti nuts in a good way, so he's happy to tease the poor guy a little bit while they're out, or even in bed. Meti's happy to be the cat chasing the mouse here.

12. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Rocket likes kissing Meti on the tip of their nose, although he’d explode from the embarrassment if this were discovered; Meti loves the crook of Rocket's neck.

13. What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

I had to think on this one! I think for Meti it was how soft Rocket was-- The dude cried at least once every movie AND in the Christmas special. You can't tell me he isn't a little bit of a softie underneath the hard exterior. Rocket was shocked at how much Meti was hiding of himself for fear of judgment. Anything from the small things, like what movies he watched, to bigger things like his accent and gender expression. The good news? Meti was able to open a lot more, and Rocket was given a place where he knew he wouldn't be punished for being "soft".

14. Do they like public display of affection?

Yes, but Rocket can sometimes use it as a form of messing with Peter. He's still Rocket, he's still a dick when he wants to be. :,) So yeah, they both are into it when they're not doing Guardian stuff. When it's a mission you wouldn't even know they were dating. They need those boundaries there so they don't look more like targets to their nemesis. Outside of that, though? Sure, they're holding hands. Oh, Quill is around? Rocket will slide rightttt onto Meti’s lap. Meti’s too wrapped up by what Rocket’s doing and plays along every time, whether he realizes it or not.

15. Are they jealous/possessive of each other?

Ah. This is a little more complicated. Meti still deals with self-esteem issues, so there are moments when he feels a little insecure if someone is looking at Rocket. He won't make a big show of it, though. He's getting better by adopting the mindset of "ah. You think my husband is beautiful? Me too. :3 Bask in his beauty. I'm so lucky!". It's a process! Rocket has absolutely been a bit jealous at some of Meti’s exes, but he'll be less outright hurt. That being said he'll play more into his jealousy because he know Meti is kinda into that. He does it for *both* of them. <3

16. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

They can for the sake of professionalism, but it isn't the preference. There's a lot of small interactions with one another. It isn't a big deal for one to lean over the other for something or nudge the other to get attention.

17. How do they comfort each other?

It can be a lot of physical touch, hugging, sitting quietly together, etc.. Just allowing time for either of them to fall apart and come back together once they're ready.

18. Who’s the primary protector of the two?

This is an interesting one, and it reminds me of a Tumblr post I had sent to me about the "sword and sheath" couple. Rocket is the sword, the outwardly ready to fight one, but even a sword needs protecting. Meti is that; he's the one to protect the normal protector. So while Rocket is louder, Meti is the one to quietly make sure no bodies are found. No one bothers his husband.

19. Who is more sentimental?

I feel like they *both* are in their own ways, even if it's shown differently. They both match another nicely in this regard. There's a lot of meaningful songs, gifts, etc. from both sides.

20. Who worries more?

Meti is the more "loud" worrier, and will over-analyze. Rocket will quietly stew from his side.

21. What articles of clothing do they "borrow" from one another?

Usually bathrobes. Other than that, Rocket has a collection of Meti’s old shirts that he likes sleeping with. Meti is never getting these back, which they are 1000% fine with.

22. Who is the big/little spoon?

Meti is the big spoon, Rocket the little one. Again, Rocket would die a thousand deaths if this were to be spoken about in public.

23. What reminds each of their partner?

There's certain flowers that remind Rocket of Meti. So it's a lot of visual things. For Meti it's more smells/feel. So like, the smell of motor oil or certain fur textures. And of course there's songs that remind them of one another. They each have ever-evolving playlists.

24. Are they sentimental about gifts they’ve received from each other?

Yes! Rocket’s favorite thing is the gift of Meti figuring out his birthday (with science!). Meti’s favorite is the engagement ring Rocket made with a bit of a machete that had been a gift from Meti’s parents. Meti had been stabbed with this same blade, and he'd thought everything from his parents was gone.

25. What holidays do they like?

Rocket makes a big deal about birthdays because he went so long without one. Meti loves that he can celebrate the holidays of his home planet, Fauntera. Notttt a big fan of Christmas, but Meti deals with it for the kids. Rocket is becoming more and more a fan of Halloween.

26. What happens if one of them gets sick?

So they've been through minor and major stuff at this point! Rocket has a rough time asking for help, but Meti isn't above getting reinforcements (aka: Nebula and Drax) to help convince Rocket to relax. Meti refuses to admit when he's ill, and Rocket will physically carry him to bed if they need it.

27. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Definitely. They've done it before, for both good and bad reasons. The first night they were together, actually, Meti thought they'd be sleeping together but they ended up pouring out one another’s hearts to each other. This is kinda when Meti knew he was screwed and this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. <3

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Meti and Nebula had a very rough patch :,) She didn't think he was good enough for Rocket, and Meti honestly agreed with her! Rocket didn't like some of the new friends Meti met on Knowhere, and yeah, it was with good reason. Now things have settled down a lot more.

29. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

You'd think they would, but nothing permanent. Lots of fostering though. The reason being that between family and work there wouldn't be time for this. That, and Meti’s definition of "fur baby" would include things like crocodiles. Rocket had to put his foot down early to prevent a potential issue where they were eaten by a "fur baby".

30. Are they interested in marriage? Why or why not?

So, uh. Hosa clocked them as having cold feet, and that's part of the reason for his "blessing". He knew these two would shuffle their feet if he didn't work quick. I feel like it would've gotten put off otherwise. Here they married within a few days' of knowing one another. They then worked backwards, dating and getting to know one another better, and then had another wedding to basically cement that yes, they loved one another and were in this together. Neither of them were really against it otherwise, I just don't think it would have been on one another’s radar as high, or they would have been at different points. I think there would have been a lot of Meti longingly sighing at wedding dresses at one point otherwise.

31. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not?

Lollllll so this is a thing. Meti doesn't even think kids are on the table until he falls in love with Rocket. Rocket was going back and forth on it -- Excited! Then worried. He thinks about the ethics of him having children a lot, and worries. After the dust settled they did start having kids. They currently have Groot, their adopted sharklike alien daughter Rook, and Skye, their biological daughter (yay science!). Meti also has a biological son, Lir, but uh. That's a special surprise for later for them.

32. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Meti will wear something special that they know Rocket will love -- whether it's perfume or clothing. Rocket will start to get flirier and lay on more compliments. Meti will also brush his tail over Rocket’s legs, which is like first base on his home planet :,).

33. What is their sex life like?

Another question I like! I feel like I could do more questions on this just because I find it interesting. :") It's healthy, that's for certain. Meti takes the lead, and also is a self-proclaimed Dom. Rocket likes that he has an area of life where he's respected, but doesn't always have to make decisions, so sub? Sure, yes. Thank God. And he's proud to be a sub. I could do a whole article on his reclaiming the word "bitch" as a point of pride, but that's for another post, and probably will be. Because that and the F-bomb are two words I chose to use VERY carefully from the get-go. Also there's a lot of kink, but to a point. Due to past traumas, there are things neither of them are comfortable with, but BOTH are respectful of this.

34. Do you have other ships that resemble your OTP?

I think they're very Aziraphale and Crowley coded, but that's just me. Others may have a different take. I'd also say Stede and Blackbeard, but that's actually a relationship dynamic reserved for a *different* couple. But that's another story.

35. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I had this one brought to my attention and you know what? I agree:

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=oZ_OJYk2Ix0&si=4iOasrV9Bd3Rcuvf

#rocky raccoon and the knowhere man #rocket raccoon #meti geer #dr. meti geer #gotg rocket #rocket x oc #guardians of the galaxy

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youareiron-andyouarestrong · 5 months

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Hello!!! Your Rebelcaptain Secret Santa here! *ominous version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas plays in the distance to herald the coming holiday*

Soooo based on last week, I have to say I kicked my feet and giggled at you saying you enjoy Taylor Swift lyric titles. Because. Well…Guilty as charged. Your entire fic was inspired by one little TS lyric kind of as a joke and then it became reality. Will you guess the song? 🤔 Who knows?

But in that vein, now I HAVE to know what lyrics are Rebelcaptain-coded for you? More Taylor? Someone completely different? I’m a big fan of From Eden by Hozier, myself. The idea of the way they mirror each other *clenches fist*

Have a lovely week!

this is such a good question, and my brain is mildly vibrating right now

obviously, is it even an otp if the Song that Invented Romance™️, by the Bog Man Himself, Hozier's "Work Song," doesn't apply? i think not ("when my time comes around / lay me gently in the cold, hard earth / no grave could hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her" he climbed to reach her on a broken leg!!)

for a purely Swiftie take, definitely, one of my sleeper faves off of evermore, "long story short," which is perfect post-canon vibes: "so i dropped my sword / threw it in bushes and knocked on your door / and we live in peace but if someone comes at us / this time i'm ready" if that's not the most Jyn-coded lyric I've ever seen I don't know what is

"She Calls Me Back" by Noah Kahan also gives me massive Rebelcaptain vibes, if we wanted a glimpse into Cassian's head: "Lost for a long time / Two parallel lines / Everything's alright when / She calls me back, she calls me back"

also, maybe my favorite Rebelcaptain song, on the dearly departed but not forgotten Official Spotify Cassian Andor Playlist: "Ophelia" by the Lumineers. "oh, oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl / since the flood. / oh, oh, Ophelia, heaven help the fool who falls in love."

#replies #anon good sir #rebelcaptain secret santa 2023

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Hey heyy

After reading that YunLeo fic you posted, I wanna know how their first date would've been, can you write smth about that? (And maybe squeeze in a few tks-)

-😺 anon

Whoops I wrote another massive fic- I think it's physically impossible for me not two when it comes to Yunleo- they are my current OTP and I'm obsessed! Nonetheless, I hope you like it friend :D

Decided to write this one as non-tickles! I have tons of fluffy tickle content for these two coming up, so stay tuned for that!

CW: Insecurity, self-devaluation, self-loathing, angst with a happy ending, mentions of Yuno and Leopold’s time skip appearances (nothing story related or spoilery- but I thought I’d throw it in here just in case).

“Okay….how do I look?” Yuno turned to face his friends, smoothing out his clothes once more as he awaited their judgment.

“Amazing. Like you always do.” Mimosa nodded approvingly. “Klaus’ clothes aren’t a bad fit on you.”

“I agree- if one didn’t know any better, they’d think you were born royalty.” Klaus fluttered around him like a mother hen, straightening the hem of Yuno’s jacket and dusting off invisible dirt only he could see. “Shoulders back, straighten up- good. Good.”

The date in question wasn’t necessarily Black Tie, but the pair insisted Yuno should dress up a little. “It’s a first official date; you gotta leave a good impression!” Mimosa gushed as they got ready merely an hour earlier.

“We train together, he’s seen me at the hot springs and covered in grime from battle. Not to mention we’ve been dating- just not openly.” Yuno countered, wincing when she ran a comb through his bird nest of black hair. “Does it really matter what I look like?”

“Yes! Those situations aren’t the same as this; you’re on a date!” Giving up on the comb, the girl instead used her magic to undo any tangles and give his tufts a pleasant floral scent. “You gotta show him how good you clean up. Besides,” She leaned in teasingly, stage whispering in his ear. “Iff he’s already head over heels for you in your usual state, imagine how he’s gonna react when he sees you like this?”

Yuno considered, eyes widening as he imagined Leopold’s face. That radiant smile, emerald green eyes dancing with joy whenever they looked upon Yuno. Even when he was dirty and bruised from training and fights, Leopold looked at him like that.

And if Mimosa was right…

“See? You get it.” She teased as he blushed, a hand pressed into his chest, feeling his heart rapidly beat.

“Oh my…our dear Yuno. How he’s grown up so fast.” Mimosa dabbed at her eyes, smiling at him. “And to think; just yesterday we were teaching you the difference between a soup spoon and a salad spoon.”

“They grow up so fast.” Klaus sniffed, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve come so far in so little time. I’m so proud.”

“Tch, you two are weird.” Yuno shook his head with a chuckle, amused by his friends' antics. “Really, thank you though. I…appreciate you both. Truly.”

“Oh, don’t make me cry for real now!” Mimosa fanned her face, her smile growing wet as she squeezed Yuno’s hand. “You’re gonna knock him off his feet; I just know it!”

“Have fun tonight, and remember if you ever need help, you have the whistle I gave you.” Klaus nodded, resisting the urge to give Yuno another once over. “Not that you’ll need it, but it’s always good to have it on you.”

“Thanks.” Yuno smiled, decidedly not mentioning how he left the obnoxious thing back in his drawer. “I will.” With that, he slipped out the door, his friends chattering softly behind him.

~~~

The Capital had its charm during the day, but during the night? It was magical.

The streets were busy with people, loud drunks laughing freely in local bars while young mages flew overhead, laughing about this and that as they casted harmless spells into the starry sky. Couples dived in and out of sight, giggling about this and that while their lovers pulled them close, and tired mothers carried their children home, a basket of goods in hand with plans on making something delicious for the following morning.

When Yuno first came to the Royal Capital, he had been overwhelmed by the sights. It was nothing like the sleepy towns back in Hage- where the most activity you’d see were small bands formed during the holidays. When he did grow used to it all, he learned to appreciate the busy but comforting haze around him, never quite losing that wonder he felt upon first arriving here.

“Yuno! There you are!” A voice called out from across the streets, making him turn.

Oh…

Oh wow…

Incredible wouldn’t be the right word to describe Leopold. It simply wouldn’t do the man justice; for where once it was a mane of bright red in his face Leopold’s hair was cut shorter. It made him look older, and by Yuno’s viewpoint- even more handsome.

Dressed in a dark green tunic that fit like a glove and deep brown pants- his boots clean and the long cape he wore along his shoulders flowing around him like a flame- he gave the impression of a true prince.

Suddenly he felt like a kid wearing their older parent’s clothes; out of place in these royal garbs and self aware of how his hair never quite stayed put. Surely he must have looked like a fraud to the other.

Then Leopold took him in, eyes widening as he took in Yuno’s appearance. There was a clear awe in those green eyes, a soft flush spreading along his cheekbones. “Oh man…you look amazing.”

The insecurity faded- at least; a good chunk of it. Yuno fumbled to return the favor, his heart practically pounding at his ribs. “Th-Thank you. You cut your hair…”

Leopold ran a hand over the fresh cut, a shy smile on his lips. “You noticed- yeah, Mereoleona did it for me; she’s a little rough, but she’s been cutting our hair for years now. Does it…look alright?”

Yuno blinked- he hadn’t realized he was staring again. “It looks amazing- you look amazing too.” That radiant smile was back- Yuno felt like he was on cloud nine. “Shall we?”

“Oh heck yeah- eherm. Of course.” Leopold cleared his throat before straightening out, his prince-like manner back as he held out an arm. “My sir?” He grinned.

Yuno took his arm with a snicker, internally noting Leopold seemed taller as well. He was almost Yuno’s height now. How did he not notice this before? “Thank you.”

~~~

After walking around a bit, they settled at a nearby restaurant blooming with fresh bread aroma. “This place is amazing! My siblings and I go here from time to time whenever we’re craving pasta!” He hopped up to the doors and held one open, nodding invitingly to the other. “After you.”

Yuno nodded, hiding his nerves as they walked in the busy restaurant, taking in the sights within. Everything smelled as incredible as it did from outside- fresh rolls were brought out in fancy looking baskets to tables filled with royals- their laughter and chatter all fading into a peaceful hum as they sipped on expensive looking wine and nibbled on equally pricey cheese.

At least- that’s what Yuno figured it to be. A place this nice couldn’t be cheap.

“Hello! Table for one?” The server asked, eyes taking in the burning glow that was Leopold. She barely gave Yuno a once over; something he tried to ignore.

“For two, actually.” Leopold reached over and took Yuno’s hand, giving it a squeeze. The server stammered before nodding, gathering their things and leading with a meek “Right this way.”

As she started to go, Leopold leaned over to Yuno, whispering to him quietly. “Sorry- that was kinda rude no? We can go somewhere else if you want.”

Yuno shook his head, instead opting to follow the server, pulling Leopold with him. “It’s fine.” He made his whisper sound as confident as he could. “Besides- I’m interested in that pasta you talked about.”

Even so, as they made their way towards their table, Yuno could feel eyes on him. Nobles taking in his appearance, the hand still clutching Leopold’s. Some dared to smirk, seeming amused. “Oh look, a commoner and a royal.” He could practically hear them thinking. “No amount of fancy garbs will hide the fact you’re a lowly commoner.” “I bet the redhead with him is just toying with him- a new doll to play with.” “I wonder how long that’s gonna last before he ditches him for a real noble.”

“Are you okay? You look uncomfortable.” Leopold’s voice shook him from his revelry, bringing him back too. They were sitting at their table now, tucked away against a window and mostly out of view from the other patrons.

“I’m alright.” Yuno tried to smile, picking up the menu and peeking at the various options. “Just a little nervous- nothing to worry about. What do you recommend?”

Leopold gave him one more curious look before opening his own menu. “Well- the pasta is pretty good here; oh! So is the fish! They catch it fresh for every meal! I think I heard somewhere that Water Mages bring them in.”

Yuno smiled behind the menu, trying to ease himself into the new environment with Leopold’s happy chatter. He was fine- he was here with him. He was gonna make a good impression.

Still- it was hard not to feel shocked by the cost of some of these dishes. For a single serving of fish here Yuno could get his siblings all new shoes! Shame creeped into his chest as he searched for the cheapest thing on the menu, the less appetizing each thing grew with each glance at the price.

The eyes were on him again, taunting and laughing in his ears. “Poor little commoner; he can’t afford any of this finery!” “How embarrassing! He’s probably only with that noble for a free meal!” “Shame- he’ll never belong with us.”

“Here’s your bread- what can I start you off with tonight?” The server from earlier asked politely. “I can start you two off with some of our finest wine if you’d like? Imported all the way from the Diamond Kingdom.”

“Oo, that would be nice- though my sister would kill me if she found out I was drinking.” Leopold laughed. “What would you like, Yuno? It’s on me!”

Yuno felt his heart sink. Guilt mixed in with shame as he hid further behind the menu. “Erm…could I have a few more minutes?”

The server nodded, an almost pitiful look in her eyes as she let them be. Yuno felt his ears grow warm.

“Yuno…are you sure you’re okay?” Leopold asked, concern in his voice once more.

That did it. Yuno stood abruptly, starting the other. “Sorry- sorry; I need some air.” He forced a smile before bee lining for the door, his ears catching the words of those around him.

“And then I told him I will not have any wasted potential-”

“Don’t you love my necklace? My husband bought it for me-”

“Do you really think Commoners have a place here at the capital-”

‘Shut up!’ He wanted to scream. He wanted to pull his hair out and rip off his borrowed clothes. He wanted to bury himself in a nearby hole and never return.

Cool air encircled him as he finally made it outside, pulling him in like a hug as he stumbled away from the restaurant. He took a few paces away before leaning on a nearby tree, the reality of what he just did sinking in and crushing his heart.

These clothes, that restaurant- it was all painful reminders of what he wasn’t. What he’d never be. He didn’t care if he never became a noble- that wasn’t his goal in life.

But how could he ever stand proudly by Leopold’s side? He’d only bring him down- burdening him with his mere presence.

He was the too strong wind to Leopold’s ever burning inferno. They just weren’t going to work.

“Yuno! There you are!” Leopold sounded a tad breathless as he caught up to him. “Hey…are you okay?”

“...I’m sorry.” Yuno got out, not trusting his voice after that.

“What do you mean? You have nothing to apologize for.” Leopold started to reach out, hesitating at the last minute. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m not a noble, Leo. I’m not…made for this kind of thing.” Yuno sank his shoulders, averting his gaze to the ground. It was easier to confess to a rock right now. “I don’t know how to use the right spoons, I could barely afford anything on the menu, and…frankly you deserve someone better. Someone who knows how to do all this fancy stuff.” He pulled on his jacket, his earlier feelings coming back in full force. “I’ll never be able to give you the things you deserve- even if it’s just a dinner out together.”

Leopold was quiet as he took in everything Yuno said. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “Do you really think any of that matters to me?”

Yuno blinked, turning around and finding hurt green eyes. “What?”

“”You deserve a noble who knows how to use spoons’?” Leopold shook his head, a weak laugh creeping into his voice. “We’ve known each other for what- almost a year now? Six months of it I’ve been crushing on you, another three I’ve dated you in secret, and we’re now openly together. All that time and you really think I care about your upbringing?”

Leopold walked forward, poking his chest and properly looking at him. “Let me make this crystal clear. I’ve never cared nor will I ever care about your status- be it a noble, a commoner, somewhere in between or something completely different. I’m with you for you.” He tapped Yuno’s chest again. “For the cool mage dude who came from Hage that wooed the captains at the entrance exams and in turn wooed me. Who willingly trains with me when I know he’d rather sleep in; who likes to lay under the stars and talk about his family back home. Who has a laugh like a wind chime and a smile that can steal all the air out of someone’s lungs.” Leopold nodded. “That is who I fell for.”

Yuno blinked, letting the words settle in. His heart began to race, practically skipping as the finger on his chest smoothed out into a full palm, pressing gently against his heart. Did he…

“You fell for me?” He looked at Leopold properly now. The redhead scoffed and rolled his eyes in good nature.

“What- was kissing you from dusk till dawn not indication enough? Yes!” Leopold laughed, shaking his head. “I’ve fallen fully and deeply in love with you, Yuno.”

“You love me…” Yuno breathed, tasting the honey dipped words.

“With my entire heart and soul.” Leopold smiled now, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss against Yuno’s cheek. When he stepped back, he suddenly looked…guilty. “If anyone should apologize, it’s me. I erm…lied.”

Yuno blinked. “When?”

“Remember when I said my sibling and I go here a lot? Yeah…that was bull. I actually have never been here before.” Leopold averted his gaze, face warm. “I wanted to impress you, you know? Show you that I’m this cool, sophisticated guy.” He laughed sheepishly, scratching at his neck. “I realize I sound like a hypocrite- you’re free to tear me apart for that. I just…wanted to give you a date to remember.”

Yuno blinked, staring. Then he started to laugh, unable to hold down the giggles. Leopold’s eyes widened as Yuno chuckled himself silly, nearly doubling over with mirth. “W-What? What’s so funny?” Leopold asked, his own mouth starting to smile.

“Pfft! Ahehahahahahaha! God, we’re both terrible at this, huh?” He wheezed, earning a gentle swat from an increasingly giggly Leopold. “Oh god- aheheehehhahhhaha!”

“H-Huhuhuhuhsh!” He giggled, leaning into Yuno as he tried to compose himself. “Seriously though- I’m really sorry. I should have insisted we get out of there earlier. Especially when people were making faces at us.”

“You saw that too?” So it wasn’t in his head.

“Yeah...eh, screw them, right?” Leopold nodded, taking Yuno’s hand in his. “We don’t need their fancy restaurant to have a good time!”

"Definitely.” Yuno nodded, relaxing as they started walking once more. “There’s so many places to get food. We could go anywhere.”

“Exactly! Speaking of…” Leopold gestured to a smallish one further down. A woman and who they assumed to be her father were running a stand, pots of creamy looking stews and fried potatoes beckoning them over. “You said you like potato’s right? Shall we?”

The previous princely manner was gone. Now Leopold was just Leopold, smiling as bright as the sun as he bounced a few feet ahead, offering a hand.

Yuno didn’t hesitate, taking Leopold’s and letting him guide him over. “Let’s.”

~~~

“You know- this spot feels familiar.” Leopold mused as they sat against the hill, looking up at the stars. “Like we’ve met here in a past life.”

“Probably did.” Yuno agreed, fighting down a smile as he nibbled on his dinner. They were against the grassy hill, under the stars once more. It was the same spot they first confessed. The same spot they had their first kiss. The location they often flew to whenever they wanted to sneak a few extra kisses before being sent off to missions. “Do you think they’d have picnic’s here too? Our past selves?”

“Absolutely.” Leopold grinned, dipping his potato pancake into the stew and taking a bite, practically melting on the spot. "Always impromptu- sometimes they’ll cook and bring food. Hey- these are incredible! Think I could make them at home? If I can, I’ll bring them for our next picnic.”

“I don’t know- considering your brother managed to break a dish with burnt toast, I’d say avoid it.” Yuno deadpanned, making Lepold laugh so hard he nearly choked.

~~~

“Hey..can I tell you something?”

“Sure. Wait- hang on-okay I’m ready.” Leopold braced, visibly flexing all over and scrunching up his face- making Yuno snort.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad…I don’t care about status either. And…I may have crushed on you for six months as well.” Leopold looked at him, eyes wide. “I liked you when I first saw you during the Merit ceremony, but I really started falling during the Star Ceremony.” Yuno nodded. “You’re loud, reckless and on any given day ready to throw yourself into battle.”

“Oo, keep sweet talking to me.” Leopold cooed, earning a pinch to the ribs.

“But..alongside all of that, you’re brave, talented, funny, a truly amazing person.” Yuno smiled softly at him. “I’m so glad I’ve met you. Thank you for letting me be in your life. I love you.”

Leopold’s eyes grew misty; he blinked rapidly as he raised their enclosed hands, kissing Yuno’s knuckles gently. “I love you too. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life as well.”

They stayed like that for a moment more before finally, Yuno leaned in. Leopold closed his eyes as their lips pressed together, warmth spreading through their beings at the softness of the kiss.

This was truly a date to remember.

I hope this was good!

#black clover #yuno #leopold vermillion #yunleo #first dates #insecurity #light angst #mostly fluff #I love them your honor #non tickle #I was gonna include some but decided not to #mainly because I have a ton of tickle content for these two coming out soon #I hope you like it anyway! :D

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The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 13K words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Boys Of Summer PT. 2.

Meanwhile, it was a party in the Maldives. When Marquise touched down at the private resort airstrip he was immediately chauffeured to the resort to his private ocean-view villa. Far as his eyes could see it was nothing but sunlight and crystal-clear blue waters. After changing, Marquise walked out to his deck and took it all in. When he looked at the outdoor bar he noticed a bottle of rum, whiskey, tequila, and scotch all of them were top-shelf liquors with a card next to them. It was a note from his wife.

Let loose. Have fun. I love you.

He smiled before pouring himself a glass of rum. Just as he downed that drink there was a knock at the door. It was the boys. They all filed into Marquise’s villa.

“Now hold on! Why is your villa bigger than the rest of us?” Logan asked.

Marquise shrugged.

“Perk of fucking the owner every night. You get the owner’s villa. Take a look around.” he replied.

The boys explored until they found themselves with Marquise around the bar. After pouring them each a drink Marquise raised his glass in a toast.

“Here’s to the girls. This was their idea.”

The men toasted.

“Where did you find this place?” Sam asked His Majesty.

“I didn't. It was given to my father way back when and it was used by the nobles back home until they just stopped coming. And it sat vacant for years. And when Shanelle found out about it she decided to turn it into all of this.” Marquise replied.

“I knew I liked Butta. Girl be on her shit.” Eddie quipped.

Marquise snorted before finishing his drink.

“I don’t know about you guys but I'm going swimming.” Marquise announced.

“You going down to the beach?” Logan asked.

“Nope. Right here. Off the side.” Marquise replied before walking to the edge of the deck and diving off.

When he resurfaced he was feeling it.

“What are you dopes waiting on? Get in here!” Marquise called out to the boys.

Marquise watched as the guys jumped off. The boys spent the next two hours horsing around, laughing, and cracking jokes. This is what Shanelle wanted. She wanted her husband and the guys to relax and have fun. To be like kids that were locked in a candy store. That night after an amazing dinner literally for a King, Marquise decided to FaceTime his wife.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey yourself handsome. How is it?” she asked.

“You are a fucking genius! This place is beyond my wildest dreams,” he replied.

“Yay! I'm so happy to hear that you are enjoying yourself. How are the boys liking it?” she asked.

“They love it. We're having an amazing time.”

“Good. Very good.”

“I miss you and my little ones though.”

“We miss you too. But it's been good to have the girls and the kiddos here.”

“What did you all do today?” he asked.

“We took the horses out and let the kids ride in the field behind the stables,” she replied.

“Did the boys finally learn that the horses don't giddy up?” he asked.

She snorted.

“No, at least not yet. They did learn how to feed the horse though,” she replied.

“Good. As long as you two aren't by yourselves in the palace.”

“Even if the others weren't here with us, Khari and I would've still spent the weekend here.”

“I know.”

Shanelle noticed the tan her husband has gotten.

“You've been out in the sun.”

“How can you tell?” he asked.

“Your tan. You've gotten darker. The sun looks good on you.”

“Thank you, my love. I plan on being in the sun as much as possible.”

“Sunscreen. Don't forget!”

“I won't. Since I know it's late there, I'll let you go so you can get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too baby. Sweet dreams.”

After blowing him a kiss, he ended the call and they both went to bed. The next day Shanelle woke up to giggles and the pitter-patter of little feet.

“Good morning mommy!” Khari said as she climbed into her bed followed by Logi, Branden, and Brayden. “Morning TiTi!”

“Morning babies! What are the four of you doing awake?” Shanelle asked.

“Auntie Bronwyn woke us up and we played for a little bit,” Khari replies.

Shanelle watched as Brayden laid his head on her belly to listen for the babies.

“Baby?” he asked.

“That's right angel. The babies are in my tummy.”

Branden put his hand on her tummy.

“There?” he asked.

“Yes, baby. There. Although they might not be awake yet.”

“They're sleeping?” Logi asked.

“Yup. And you know how we wake them up?” Shanelle replied.

“How mommy?” Khari asked.

“Breakfast! Let's go get us some food!” Shanelle replied.

Seeing the kids cheer made Shanelle’s heart leap. She walked with them to the dining room where the girls and the last two babies were.

“Morning my beauties! Let's eat!”

They had a smorgasbord of food to choose from complete with an egg station. After getting the kids squared away with their food, the girls got something to eat. When Shanelle sat down she had a plate full of food.

“Damn. What did you get?” Robin asked.

“A ham, swiss, and spinach omelet, French toast, three types of bacon, berries and cream parfait, Belgian waffles, breakfast potatoes, chocolate chip pancakes, and orange and cranberry scones. Why?” Shanelle replied.

“You're gonna eat ALL of that Princess?” Nina asked.

Shanelle patted her belly.

“Table for three,” she replied.

The girls laughed.

“Mmmm! What kind of bread do they use to make the French toast?” Dee asked.

“Brioche,” Shanelle replied.

“Oh yeah, that's right! We have to remember that you’re a Queen now. So you’re into all the bougie bread.” Robin teases.

“And all the bougie butter. And all the bougie big ass breakfast buffets.” Shanelle quipped.

Brayden tapped Shanelle on her leg.

“TiTi more?” he asked, holding up his plate.

“Of course angel. Come on,” she replied.

“Are you sure?” Bronwyn asked.

“Yeah. You finish eating your food babe.” Shanelle replied.

Shanelle led Brayden to the buffet and got him what he wanted before taking him back to his seat. Before he sat down he told her thank you.

“Thank you TiTi,” he said before giving her a big hug and kiss. “Love you.”

Shanelle literally floated back to her seat.

“I am Brayden’s favorite Auntie. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk! Have a good rest of your Saturday! God Bless!”

The girls laughed.

“Bronwyn, you better watch him. That's gonna be your heartbreaker.”

Bronwyn snorted.

“Just like his dad.”

“Worse!” Shanelle and Nina said in unison.

Meanwhile, in the Maldives, the boys were racing jet skis all up and down the beach. After a big breakfast of their own, the guys made it down to the marina where they were each given a jet ski.

“Wait! We get to keep these?” Eddie asked the attendant.

“Yes sir. You each get a jet ski to keep. Each jet ski has your name on them.” the attendant replied.

“I love my big sister,” Logan said out loud.

Marquise snorted.

“I would hope so. She just gifted you a jet ski. So who's racing?”

The boys hopped on and took off. Racing across the water enjoying themselves. This was what the girls wanted for their men. To be able to relax, have fun, and be themselves. They each work so hard and they needed time to just be guys. The boys split up after spending 3 hours on the water. Marquise and Dino took the time to visit the spa. The Deep Tissue Massage Marquise got was life-changing.

“Remind me to thank the Queen for this,” Dino said to Marquise as they walked back to his villa.

“Noted,” Marquise replies.

When they got there the boys were there raiding the bar and smoking cigars.

“Why am I not surprised to see you boys here?” Marquise asked as he went behind the bar to pour him and Dino a drink.

“You got the best liquor and cigars. That's why.” Eddie replies. “Man these are smooth! Where you get this shit at?”

“Cuba,” Marquise replied.

“¿Auténticos Cubanos?” Sam asked.

“Sí. Los he importado de una fábrica en las afueras de La Habana.”

Sam nodded appreciatively.

“Nice.”

“What the hell did y'all just say?” Eddie asked.

The men laughed.

Meanwhile, the girls were setting up for painting the boys’ nursery. Well sort of. They had the kids change into bathing suits and swim trunks and had buckets of paint-filled balloons ready to go.

“Alright, kiddos! When I say go, you throw.” Shanelle announces.

“Throw?” Branden asked before throwing his balloon at the wall.

“No, not yet baby. You have to wait until I say go.”

“Go? Go!” Brayden said before throwing his balloon.

That's when Shanelle made a decision.

“You know what? Have at it!” she said before getting out of dodge.

She and the girls watched as the kids got to have fun throwing balloons and getting messy. It was a fun time had by all. And when all the balloons were splattered against the wall, the kids got to write their names. or at least they tried to.

The men were sitting around a poker table smoking cigars, drinking, and laughing.

“I fold! You have been on a tear.” James said to Marquise.

Marquise snickered.

“Damn, just when I was having fun.”

“I'm not about to lose AJ’s college fund to you.”

“Now you know I would never allow my niece’s college fund to be depleted. Whatever you lost would've been replaced. You know me.”

James took a sip of his rum.

“This is true but still I'm good.”

“Very well,” Marquise said before turning to the rest of the guys, “who's up?”

That's when Eddie down his drink.

“Deal me in Lo.”

“You sure man? He's been unstoppable.” Logan said to Eddie.

“Ain't nobody scared of his ass,” Eddie replies.

A slow smirk bloomed on Marquise’s face.

“Finally! A challenge! I was starting to get bored.”

“I’m about to rob yo ass,” Eddie said to Marquise.

“And I’m about to send you back to my sister in tears.”

Eddie scoffed.

“Best 2 out of 3?” Marquise asked.

“Hell yeah!” Eddie replies.

“Deal the cards, Logan.”

With liquor, cigars, food, and poker in hand, the boys spent the rest of the night enjoying one friendly competition after another.

And for the girls, it was movie night! Complete with chicken tenders, French fries, Chicken Caesar Salad wraps, applesauce for the babies, create your own hot fudge brownie sundaes, and 101 Dalmatians. The kids didn't even make it through the first 30 minutes before all of them were out like a light.

After putting the kids to bed, the girls were gathered in Shanelle's room with wine in hand. They were discussing the latest chapter of The Forgotten Heir. Well, the girls were discussing it. Shanelle kept her mouth shut. Which was unusual for her.

“Alright, Nelle you've been quiet. Way too quiet. What's wrong?” Robin asked.

“Nothing. I'm just sitting here listening.” Shanelle replies.

“That's just it, you don't listen. So what is it?” Nina asked.

Shanelle took a big sip of her sparkling cider.

“Is it the book? Are you bothered by it?” Bronwyn asked.

“Bothered? Hardly. Annoyed that people are making a big deal out of nothing? Yes.” Shanelle replies.

“Now now Your Majesty. Be nice.” Dee said to Shanelle.

“I am being nice. I haven't called bullshit have I?” Shanelle asked.

“No. But you want to.” Nina replied.

Shanelle shrugged.

“I feel for Myah,” Bronwyn said.

“That's because you’re little miss give everybody a chance,” Robin said to her.

“I’m glad you feel for her because I don't.” Shanelle said.

“Why?” Bronwyn asked.

“Because your sister-in-law kept coming for my husband and she feels entitled to something that isn't hers to begin with that's why. I'm not about to feel bad for her or anyone that cares for her.” Shanelle replies.

“Okay. I get why you feel that way but you have to understand that she's hurt.” Dee said.

“Okay and?” Shanelle asked.

“Don't be like that Nelle,” Bronwyn replied.

“Don't be what? Fed up? The crown is more than just some fancy title. It is a job. One that is nonstop and never-ending.” Shanelle replied.

Shanelle sighed.

“Look, if she's angry, fine. I get it because Connie at the end of the day, was a cold-hearted, calloused, selfish, self-centered bastard. He didn't care about anyone but himself. But her anger at Connie should have nothing to do with my husband. She's not his responsibility. He owes her nothing. Connie did. And if Connie chose not to do right by her, then that's on him. The old man’s sins are not Marquise’s to pay. If she's gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at the two people who acted like they didn't know how a condom works.”

“Ouch,” Dee said.

“Though her delivery needs major work, Nelle has a point. While it is heartbreaking that Connie chose his responsibility over Myah, you just can't expect Marquise to just hand over anything. Especially when he's got Khari and the twins to think about.” Robin said.

“Finally someone gets it,” Shanelle said.

“I don’t know. If he didn't want her to have a title he wouldn't have granted her one.” Bronwyn quipped.

“He didn't want her to have it. Believe me.” a voice called out. It was Margo. “I apologize for butting in.”

“How do you know?” Nina asked Margo.

Margo sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Because I have worked for The Royal Family for almost 40 years. A good 38 of those years have been spent serving The Family. I know all there is to know about Constantine.” Margo replied. “Constantine was a lot of things. A loving, caring, concerned father? Never. If he couldn't even do right by his sons, I can assure you, he would never do right by this girl.”

“Then why grant her a title?” Nina asked.

“Let me ask this, why do you think he never married her mother?” Margo asked.

“Because there was a chance his enemies could come after her and her mother,” Bronwyn replied.

Margo shook her head no.

“Only if she were the heir to the throne. Which she wasn't. Because the Monarchy would never recognize her.”

“Why not?” Robin asked.

“Because he didn't marry her mother. Cordonian Law is crystal clear: the declaration he signed would only be valid if he married her mother. And Connie knew that. He was the King after all. But since he didn't, granting her a title is not an obligation for my son.” Margo replied.

“So he signed it to do what?” Nina asked.

“Pacify if nothing else. You have to understand his thought process. If it wasn't selfish or self-serving Constantine did not care. That is who he was. A selfish, self-centered, cold-hearted, cruel, calloused bastard.” Margo replied.

Shanelle poured Margo a glass of wine.

“Thank you, dear. Listen, what you girls read in that book is not who Connie was a father. Because if he was that concerned of a father, he wouldn't have left the raising of his two children to me and the rest of the staff. Not that I’m not grateful. Marquise was a wonderful child. Hard-headed and stubborn as an ox at times but no less loving and protective. Raising him and Leo was and is one of the joys of my life, but it should have been Constantine's responsibility. Not mine.”

“If you feel that way, why have you stayed all these years?” Dee asked.

“Because they needed someone to protect them from the madman he had become. The year and a half after Eleanor was killed was the worst of them all. To be fair every day that man breathed was terrible but those first 18-19 months were completely unbearable. And I was ready to resign. But my Prince begged me to stay. Besides, I couldn't leave two innocent children to face his wrath alone. I wasn't about to kidnap them either. That would've meant death for me and my family. So I promised Marquise that I would stay until he turned 18. And I have been here ever since.”

“You keep saying that Connie was a bad father but what exactly did he do?” Robin asked.

Margo went quiet before clearing her throat and taking a sip of her wine.

“I'm not even sure I should tell this story because I swore to Marquise that I would take it to my grave.” Margo replies.

“What?” Bronwyn asked.

Margo looked at Shanelle.

“Marquise had just gotten his acceptance letter to Harvard, which was just about 5 months after his 16th birthday. Around that time, Connie would go into his study and drink himself into a stupor and then get belligerent as all hell. Well, one night my husband George and I were making our rounds as we did as the senior staff when we heard Connie’s raised voice coming from the King’s study. We knew it couldn't be good.” Margo replied.

“What was going on?” Robin asked.

“When we got there Connie was in Marquise’s face yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. George and I were able to separate them. He took Constantine and I took Marquise with Connie still berating him, calling him everything but a child of God. George tried to get Connie to calm down and leave Marquise alone but that only angered him more. I had just gotten him to the doors when Constantine broke free of my husband and it happened.” Margo replied.

“When what happened?” Nina asked.

Margo closed her eyes while shaking her head.

“I watched Constantine ball up his fist and strike his own son.” Margo replied.

The girls went deathly silent. When Margo opened her eyes, she saw the look of shock and utter horror written on Shanelle's face.

“Oh My God! Oh My God!” Shanelle whispered.

“The hit knocked Marquise back into the door and it stunned him. And that's not even the worst part, the worst part is Connie got ready to hit him again. But that second time my husband was able to catch his fist and pin him to his desk. That's when George told me to get Marquise out of that office. Imagine all 5’2 of me trying to drag a then 6’3 16-year-old out of his father’s office. When I finally got him back to his wing of the palace, he sat down on his bed with his head in his hands. And when he looked up at me, I saw all the rage, the shock, the heartbreak, and the pain in his eyes. When I sat down next to him, he laid his head in my lap and just cried. He kept asking ‘what did I do wrong?’ ‘Why does he hate me so much?’”

Margo paused to collect herself.

“I was able to get him to take a shower and get something to eat. But not before he told me…that wasn't the first time that Connie had hit him.”

The girls were in shock.

“I have a question.” Bronwyn finally spoke.

“Yes?” Margo asked.

“Why didn't you let Marquise go so he could bury that sonuvabitch?” Bronwyn asked.

“I couldn't,” Margo replies.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What do you mean you couldn't?” Robin asked.

“She's right.” Shanelle finally spoke. Her voice was shaky. “She couldn't. Neither could George.”

“What?! Why not?!” Nina asked.

“Because had Marquise hit his father, Connie would've wasted no time having him arrested and thrown in a dungeon,” Shanelle replies.

“But Connie started it!” Dee piped up.

“That wouldn't matter. Because at that time Connie was the Monarch. And the Parliament and Monarchy’s job is simple. Protect the Monarch at all times. Especially from family. It was a rule established by the Monarchy back in the 1600s when then Queen Kendra’s brother plotted to kill her and take the throne for himself.” Shanelle said.

Margo nodded while taking Shanelle’s trembling hands in her own.

“Connie would've spun the story to make himself the victim of an assault by his unruly and ungrateful son who wanted to usurp him and take the throne from him. And with many in the Parliament being stuck so far up Constantine’s ass at the time, they wouldn't have hesitated.” Margo said.

Shanelle closed her eyes to stop tears of anger from rolling.

“My husband never would've stood a fighting chance. The Parliament would've convicted Marquise without question. And Connie would've sentenced him to death.”

Margo nodded sadly.

“And I would've had to watch my sweet, cocky, thickheaded, loving, caring, protective boy. My beautiful son…I would've had to watch him walk to the gallows. And that would've killed me.”

“The gallows? Like Pirates Of The Caribbean?!” Bron asked.

“Yes. Cordonia still believes in criminals being hung by the neck until dead. Marquise hasn't implemented it but it is a punishment in the books.” Shanelle replied.

Shanelle took a deep breath.

“I hate that man. I hate him so much. If I could I would've killed him myself if his cancer hadn't beaten me to it. Maxwell told me years ago that Connie used to take whatever he was feeling when he was drunk out on Marquise but I never thought it would be that bad.” Shanelle seethed.

Margo rubbed Shanelle's knuckles.

“I'm sorry if I upset you. That was never my intention. And please don't think Marquise was intentionally hiding this from you.”

Shanelle nodded.

“I know he wasn't. I’m not mad. Well not at him or you. I am furious with Connie. Absolutely disgusted. But that's exactly who that good-for-nothing bastard was. As Margo said, he was cold-hearted, callous, and cruel.”

Margo looked at Shanelle softly.

“This is why I fight so hard for him. That night was the first and last time he ever allowed Connie to break him and his spirit. As soon as he was able to, Marquise left for Harvard. And was determined to stay in Boston. He even invited me and my family to live there with him.”

“Why didn't you move to Boston with him?” Dee asked.

“Because Leo abdicated that's why. There was no need to leave. The new King was coming home.” Margo replied.

Shanelle squeezed Margo’s hands gently.

“Thank you, Margo,” Shanelle said to her lead attendant.

“Of course, Your Majesty. Again I didn't mean to upset you and I can only hope my son won't be too angry with me for telling you.”

Shanelle gave her a small smile.

“If he does get mad, you have a 4-year-old trump card in your pocket.”

Margo chuckled.

“Indeed I do. Now if you will excuse me, I will go check on the children.”

“Thank you, Margo.”

Margo smiled.

“Of course my Queen.”

Once Margo left Shanelle let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in before looking at her girls.

“Do you believe me now?”

Robin threw her arms around Shanelle. Bronwyn just shook her head. Nina and Dee just sat there trying to process everything.

“He used to…” Bronwyn trailed off.

“Hit his son? Yes. He did.” Shanelle said.

“That's…he…” Dee said.

“Yeah. So while Myah’s version of Connie is cute as all get out, it's historically inaccurate. You wanna know who Constantine Leonidas Rys really was? Ask the son he abused. Ask the staff he always terrorized. Ask the people he exiled. Hell, ask the families of the people he had killed. They will tell you all you need to know. He wasn't loving, or caring, or compassionate, or concerned. He deserved his cancer. He deserved the pain it caused him. He deserves to sit in hell and rot.”

Shanelle shook her head as she angrily swiped away a stray tear.

“Just know. Marquise is loved and protected by us all the same way he loves and protects us. And he will never ever have to deal with that sperm donor ever again.” Robin declared.

“I need you girls to do me a favor. Do not speak of this to anyone. Please.”

The girls all agreed and Shanelle nodded gratefully.

The next night was the final night in the Maldives for the guys. After spending all day doing their own things, they met for one final drink and salute to their amazing weekend together.

“Well, boys! This is it. Our final night in paradise. We have been spoiled by our beautiful wives. We've had a great time together and we will be doing this again.” Marquise said in toast, “Here's to the incomparable FabBabes!”

The boys saluted before downing the last of their shots. The next morning just before the guys checked out, Shanelle had one more surprise. She gifted each of the guys iced-out chains, rings, watches, and earrings.

“It's official! Butta loves her some of me!” Eddie said as he flicked his wrist. The diamonds in his watch caught the sun.

“You will break your wrist doing that,” Marquise said to him.

“You see this watch? Nigga it's worth it!”

Marquise shook his head with a smirk. This whole weekend was more than he could've asked for. But now it was time to get back home. Back to his life. Back to his job as King. But he would definitely be linking up with the guys again. When he got back to the palace he was greeted by his daughter.

“Daddy!” Khari called out as she ran into his outstretched waiting arms. “I missed you so much, Daddy!”

“I missed you too, my love,” he said as he hugged his daughter.

“And what about me?” Shanelle asked Marquise with an eyebrow raised.

“I always miss you, my Queen,” he replies with a sweet kiss to his wife.

“Good answer Your Majesty.”

Marquise spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with his two favorite girls and after putting his little one to bed, it was time for some one on one with the woman of his dreams. They were snuggled together.

“I missed being in these big strong arms of yours,” Shanelle said to him.

“I missed having you in my arms,” he replies, “did you and Khari have fun this weekend?”

“Yes, we did. I can't wait for you to see the boys’ nursery. Those kids made a mess. Even the baby babies got in on the fun.”

Marquise groaned.

“Are you sure I don't need to hire professionals?” he asked.

“Yes. I wanted the kids to have fun, get creative, and be messy as all get out,” she replies.

Marquise chuckles.

“Fair enough. So what did you and the girls do while I was gone?” he asked.

“The standard overindulgence, gossip, and giggles,” she replied.

“How much overindulgence, gossip, and giggles happened?” he asked.

“The girls talked about your little sister's new book,” she replied.

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“Blood makes you related. It doesn't make you a family.”

“This is true but she's still related to you.”

“No, she's related to him. She's his child out of wedlock. Not mine. We have nothing in common. I have one blood sibling. That's it.”

Shanelle shrugged.

“Okay. I'll back off. But that's not all we talked about.”

“What else is there?” he asked.

Shanelle sat up in bed and cleared her throat before speaking.

“Margo came in mid-conversation and she…” Shanelle trailed off.

“And she what?” he asked as he sat up as well.

Shanelle turned her head while biting her bottom lip. Marquise gently grabbed her chin and turned her face so that she was looking at him.

“Tell me.”

“Promise me you won't be angry?” she asked in a soft voice.

“I promise now what is it? You’re starting to scare me,” he replies.

“Margo told us that Connie…he…” Shanelle struggled to say the words. Not that she needed to. Marquise already knew what she was going to say.

Marquise closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“She told you about?” he asked.

“The time he punched you in front of her and George? Yes,” she replied.

Marquise nodded slowly.

“Please don't be mad at her. She didn't tell us to betray your confidence or your trust. The girls wanted to know why Connie was so bad and that's when she told us.”

“I'm not mad at mom. Because truth be told, I should've told you years ago. I was just…”

“Still traumatized?” she asked.

“Something like that,” he replied.

Marquise let out a breath.

“She said you told her that wasn't the first time he hit you.”

“That's right. He had hit me before. That time was just the first time he’d done it in front of an audience.”

Shanelle’s heart began to break. She'd never seen her husband like this. So vulnerable.

“If you don't mind telling me, when was the first time?” she asked.

Marquise set his jaw then inhaled and exhaled slowly before he spoke.

“I was 14. I had just won my latest chess match and I wanted to show him the trophy I'd gotten. I knocked on his door but I didn't hear anything. And I should've just left but instead, I opened the door. He was sitting at the desk drunk with a bottle in his hand. He looked at me with this rage in his eyes. He asked me why I was there and I told him. That's when he took a swig from his bottle and went off on me. I did everything I could think of to reassure and calm him down but I was a kid. And it didn't work anyway.”

Marquise stopped and Shanelle wrapped her arms around him.

“He grabbed me by my collar and kept screaming for me to stop haunting him. That I should've died the day she did so he wouldn't be cursed to know she was never coming back. That's when he let me go and he backhanded me.”

Shanelle shuddered.

“George must've heard me fall because he came running in and when he saw me on the floor he asked what had happened. And in classic Constantine Rys form…” Marquise trailed off.

That's when he contorted his face into a scowl that mirrored Connie’s sneer.

“Calm down George! Everything is fine. This clumsy idiot tripped over his own feet. Isn't that right boy?”

Their bedroom was quiet for a few seconds before he continued.

“George helped me up and walked me out of his office. And when we were far enough away, he asked me what really happened and I told him everything. That's when he brought me to mom and told her. And I begged them both not to say anything. Because at that time I was terrified he would retaliate. Either against me or worse them. So they agreed to keep quiet. She got me cleaned up and something to eat and then put me to bed.”

Shanelle’s heart broke for her husband and her blood boiled.

“I'm so sorry baby.”

Marquise shook his head.

“Don't be. Because I got my revenge in the end. I got his throne and his kingdom. I got to watch the devil incarnate die a slow, painful, and well-deserved death. And if that's who Myah wants to call her father, she can fucking have him.”

“Marquise you are a victim. He abused you.”

“I refuse to be one. I refuse to let him believe he could ever break me twice.”

Shanelle kissed his cheek just before he kissed the palm of her right hand.

“I need you to swear to me that you won't say anything about this. I'm not saying that I don't trust the girls but it's bad enough that they know. So you have to swear not to say anything to anyone else. Not even to Khari.”

“Marquise—” she started to say something before he cut her off, “swear to it Shanelle!”

Shanelle closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.

“I swear to you that I won't say anything to anyone else.”

Marquise let out a breath.

“Thank you, my love. Now let's get some sleep. It's been a long day.”

Shanelle nodded before they laid back down with him holding her close with his left resting on her stomach.

The next week it was business as usual for His Majesty. There was a kingdom to be run. He spent the week in and out of meetings with advisors and foreign dignitaries. And he got the news he’d been waiting on. Monterisso finally agreed to be acquired by Cordonia. Which was a major win for him. He could leverage Monterisso’s spy tech with his kingdom’s special ops corp.

He couldn't wait to tell Shanelle the great news over lunch.

“Well done Your Majesty! This is quite an accomplishment for you and our kingdom.” Shanelle said to him.

“Thank you, my Queen. It took me negotiating tooth and nail but we are now a truly fortified kingdom.”

“I'm proud of you. You didn't let the last few Monterissan holdouts deter you.”

“Thank you, beautiful.”

“So what happens now?” she asked.

“I have a trip to Monterisso in the coming weeks to tour the kingdom and take stock of everything,” he replies.

“You mean you plan to play with all the drone tech?” she asked.

“Stop raining on my parade!” he replies.

Shanelle snickered. Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Marquise called out.

An attendant came in with a Manila envelope in their hands.

“Pardon the interruption Your Majesties, but I was told to deliver this to you, my King.” the attendant said.

Marquise nodded.

“Set it down. Thank you.”

The attendant nodded before setting the envelope down and leaving the room.

“What's that?” Shanelle asked.

“I don’t know. Let's find out shall we?” Marquise replied before grabbing one of his letter openers.

He broke the seal and then pulled the documents out. After a quick scan, his features darkened.

“What? What is it?” Shanelle asked.

“This is the autopsy report I had done on Tariq’s body,” he replies.

Shanelle’s eyebrows shot up.

“What does it say?” she asked.

“Exactly what I feared. Tariq didn't die of acute organ failure. He was poisoned.” he replies.

“WHAT?!” Shanelle exclaimed.

“Naya killed her husband.”

Shanelle’s jaw dropped.

“So what happens now?” she asked.

Instead of responding, Marquise dialed a number on his office phone.

“My King?” a voice answers.

“Issue an arrest warrant for one Princess Naya Laurent of Duchy Arnaud,” Marquise replied.

“The charge?” the voice asked.

“Murder,” Marquise replied.

“At once Your Majesty.”

The call ended. This was it. Marquise was about to issue his first-ever death warrant as King. Whether he wanted to or not was a different story.

#khoicesbyk #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #fanfic #choices fanfiction #king of cordonia #queen of cordonia #king marquise #queen shanelle #king and queen of cordonia #love everlasting #black king liam #black couple #black love #black marriage #my otp forever #otp #my otp

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novelbear · 2 years

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hello! hopefully you can see this ask! i did send one previously but seems like tumblr ate it up 😭

anyway may i request for prompts on neighbours?

i'm doing a oneshot project for different characters with different tropes but i'm stuck with the neighbours trope 🥺

ahh i'm sorry abt your last ask! i'm trying to get to all of these as quickly as possible so that it doesn't happen again lol. but yes i can definitely take a shot at these!

otp prompts but they're neighbors

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A's apartment is having some sort of issue (either with the heat, gas, etc.) and is put out of their apartment until it's safe enough to stay there again. B takes notice of A's frantic search of a place to reside for a few weeks and offers to let their neighbor room with them.

B listening to A argue with their partner through the thin walls separating their apartments. After the argument and said partner leaves, B winces as A's sobs now fill the space that was once full of screams moments ago. They decide to go over and try to comfort as best as they could with what they've heard.

B desperately knocking on A's door at 1 A.M to ask for help removing a spider from their apartment.

B comes home early from work, sick, and they're longing to hurry and get into bed. Their heart sinks when they realize they've locked themselves out, and in their fevered haze, they begin crying. A, a usual grumpy/cold person, comes out to complain about the noise but stops when they see B's miserable figure. Of course they had to help somehow...

A blasting music and getting embarrassed when B comes knocking at the door. When they hurry and try to apologize for the inconvenience, they're surprised when B instead asks them for the artist that they're playing and compliments their taste in music.

dialogue

"sorry, i don't mean to cause an issue but could you please keep it down?"

"awe, is this your dog?"

"i know we don't know eachother but i need a date tonight and you're the closest person i have physical contact with."

"it's freezing in here! you could come into my place, it's at least a little warmer..."

"don't you know how to knock?"

#otp prompts #imagine your otp #otp #otp writing #writing prompts #prompt list #dialouge prompts #writeblr #request #neighbor otp prompts #neighbor prompts

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Rei/Kakashi 🎆 🌄 🎦 ✨

[drop a character/ship in my ask box…]

For Rei and Kakashi:

NOT THAT THIS RATING IS ANY SURPRISE FROM ME 😂 But seriously, though, I love them so damn much I could cry, my precious little ninja OTP 😂💕 Also thank you for submitting them for this ask meme, you know me too well, Ana 💕

🎆 what i would do with them at a theme park

I can kind of imagine Kakashi and Rei being the type to be perfectly content with just hanging out and people-watching, or casually riding rides together? Like they wouldn't be diehard theme park-goers where they get there at park opening and ride everything. It's just not their style. I can see them even having annual passes to someplace just so they can go whenever they want, walk around, poke their heads into a couple of their favorite shops, maybe buy some popcorn and hang out watching the tourists, and ride a couple chill rides before ducking into a secluded corner of the park to watch the nightly fireworks (if they even make it that long to begin with). Consequently, though, they'd also know all the tips and tricks for the best routes to take to certain attractions to avoid the crowds and that the best time to ride the rides is during the parades or the fireworks when everyone else is too preoccupied.

🌄 honeymoon headcanons

Oh, I've got so many headcanons for their honeymoon 😍 The first and my favorite, though, is that they end up spending their honeymoon in the Crescent Moon Kingdom, complimentary, as a thank you to Kakashi from Michiru and Hikaru for his help during the events of The Guardians of the Crescent Moon Kingdom. It's a great trip that they'll never forget, but also comes with some fun complications because [SPOILER ALERT] at this point in the story, Rei is actually pregnant with her and Kakashi's first child, but she's been too apprehensive to actually tell Kakashi, so she's basically dumping her alcoholic drinks into potted plants when he's not looking and passing off morning sickness as a stomach virus from eating bad seafood or something. Also they run into Jiraiya who's there doing "research" for the next book in the Makeout series, and while his shenanigans add a lighthearted little dose of comedy to the mix, I also have always had this scene in mind where they run into him at a bar and he notices Rei acting suspicious so he confronts her about it when Kakashi dips out to use the bathroom, and Rei is forced to fess up which in turn prompts Jiraiya to urge her to tell him the truth, and it would honestly be a really sweet and heartfelt moment between the two of them that I'm really looking forward to writing eventually 😭

🎦 favorite scene

Oh god, there's so many, it's really hard to pick, but the first one that comes to mind is from Chapter 87 of The Scarecrow and the Bell, "Open Water." For context, Rei had actually broken up with Kakashi a few months prior on account of trauma and grief surrounding the death of her best friend while on an ANBU mission together--the very first one where she was put in charge. She was struggling to cope with the weight of it all so much that she ended things with Kakashi on account of needing time by herself, but the magnetism that still raged between only grew increasingly harder to ignore the longer they were apart until ultimately, Rei gives in and falls back into his arms.

Here's the unfortunately long excerpt:

Rei took the long way home, circling around corners and doubling back this way and that. Anything to keep herself from making a decision. The evening air was freezing and the sky overhead had grown dreary and thick with cloud coverage. There was only one logical thing left for her to do. Only one logical thing she could manage to do. She needed to talk with him. She just needed to knock on his front door and have a valuable, civilized discussion about all of this. Maybe once she stood her ground and verbally organized her thoughts, she could finally find a sense of peace in all of this. She created a set of talking points in her mind, running down the list ten times over to ensure she woudn’t trip over her words. She could not afford to fuck this up. With hands shaking at her sides, she ascended the stairs of the apartment complex and knocked on Kakashi’s door.

It would go so smoothly. He would answer and she would be diplomatic and upfront. The five seconds between the initial knock and the first turn of the doorknob felt endless, her heart rising in her throat. She needed to get this over with. She needed peace. She needed relief. And then there he was standing before her, his face tired and his hair sticking up in all directions. She froze, their gazes locked, and she could feel her entire body suddenly going numb. She had been so confident and determined on the way there, so sure of herself. Now she felt small and weak and terrified. Her eyes darted to every little part of him, surveying his wild hair, his eyes like black holes prepared to swallow her whole, his bare arms and the faintest outline of his abs beneath his shirt, his hand on the door frame. He looked at her expectantly and a sudden anxiety pulsed between them. She needed to speak, to say something and fast, or else the entire world was going to cave in and obliterate the both of them. Her fists clenched at her sides, her stomach tightening. Relentless fear.

Rei opened her mouth, expecting something eloquent and direct to spill out. Instead, all she could manage was a croaked, “I need you.” And then, her body moving on its own accord, she surged forward, ripped off his mask, and pressed her lips hard against his.

Kakashi stumbled backward, taken aback, but did not protest. Once the shock wore off, he fell into the rhythm of their kiss and for the first time in a year, it was as if he could finally, truly breathe. He tangled his fingers in her hair and kicked the door shut, their lips working ravenously together. “I was hoping you would come back. I always…hoped you would come back” he whispered whenever their lips parted enough for him to speak.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” she whimpered, cupping his face in her hands. She swayed on tiptoes, struggling with their height difference, before the frustration became too much. Kakashi lifted her up in his arms, hands beneath her ass, and spun on his heels toward the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew his face nearer, desperate to feel him. Her body was starving for him, screaming after a year of deprivation.

“I’ve missed you so much” Kakashi whispered, his breath against her neck. He nuzzled her cheek, pressed his lips against her jaw.

“I’m so fucking stupid” Rei said, and now the tears were threatening to fall. “I never should’ve left. I never stopped loving you.”

“I know” Kakashi replied. He cupped her cheek, wiped away a tear with his thumb. “It’s okay. I know.”

“I was such an idiot” Rei murmured. She buried her face in his neck, gripped at his shirt. Her voice was quivering and hoarse. “I’ve felt so dead…I’ve felt…I’ve felt so…broken…”

“You weren’t an idiot” Kakashi protested.

“I was an idiot” Rei insisted.

“You did what you needed to do” he replied. Every kiss was more desperate than the last, as if they were running out of time to exhibit the maximum amount of love toward one another.

Rei shook her head, planting kisses all over his face as tears streamed down her cheeks. “What I need is you.”

Kakashi pressed his forehead against hers and raked his fingers through her hair, effectively loosening her ponytail. “I’m right here…everything’s fine. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“I never should’ve left” she whispered, locking eyes with him. “I never should’ve left you.”

“You won’t have to. Never again” he whispered back, and there was a strong sense of determination in his eyes, a promise. “I’m never letting you go ever again. This is it now. You and me, from this point forward.”

Other big contenders for favorite scene are when Kakashi proposes in Chapter 100: White Day, and the angst-filled Chapter 151: Hold On when Kakashi saves Rei's life from unfortunate personal disaster (TW: suicide attempt). And while I haven't written it yet, I'm also lowkey obsessed with the moment they have their daughter and I am honestly vibrating with anticipation every single day just waiting to write that moment in my fic because it's going to be so damn emotional and wonderful and my heart can't take it. One of my favorite art pieces of them that I've ever done was actually of this scene, which you can find here (this is a link to the Tumblr version, which is cropped and censored, but the post includes a link to the full version on AO3 which has a TW for blood and childbirth-related ick, namely an appearance from our trusty friend Mr. Umbilical Cord 😅)

✨ favorite ability/power

So, I think my favorite Kakashi ability would have to just be his intelligence? I don't know, I love watching him fight and figuring out where his mind is going during the whole thing, what he's thinking and how he's planning out his next moves. Kakashi is smart as fuck and I feel like his mental capabilities are honestly so underrated compared to his ninjutsu and sharingan abilities. His taijutsu is also amazing to watch, too--all those sparring matches with Guy certainly paid off 😂

For Rei, my favorite ability of hers is also probably the most confusing to explain. From her paternal side, she's inherited an ability called chakra tethering which means she can basically implant her chakra into inanimate objects and then use that inanimate object as transmission for spying or gaining intel. Like, say she transfers some of her chakra into a tree on the outskirts of the village. From that point, she can then hide out someplace safe but that tree is now linked to her chakra network so if someone with bad vibes was caught hanging around that tree, she would sense that danger. And likewise, she can use herself as a vehicle to transfer other people's chakra into inanimate objects for the sake of having a way to feel connected to their chakra network and keep an eye on their wellbeing from afar. This is her most common use of the ability, namely through her chakra plants--she has potted plants all along her windowsill that all represent different people in her life that she holds close to her heart (her parents, her best friends, Kakashi). Establishing a chakra plant is a very intimate and esteemed accomplishment for someone in Rei's life, and she has an entire procedure for how it's done. She takes that person out to pick out the perfect flower to represent them (often referencing hanakotoba in order to choose flowers with meanings that feel representative of that person's personality; for example: peonies represent bravery, and Rei's grandmother was a brave and scrappy woman, so her chakra is tethered to the peonies on Rei's windowsill) and the perfect flower pot to plant them in. Then she sits down with this person and they go through the motions of delicately planting the flowers and then siphoning the chakra from the person into Rei, and then into the plant itself. Rei will lock that person's chakra in that plant and then from that point onward, the plant will reflect that person's wellbeing, so say if the flower starts to wilt, she knows that the person represented by that flower is in danger or dying. And likewise if the plant looks especially bright and happy, she knows they're happy and doing well! I delve into this more in Chapter 38: Hanakotoba, which sees Rei actually walk Kakashi through the process of establishing his own chakra plant. And later on, the two of them will also do something similar but their wedding bands so that they can carry a sensor on one another's chakra with them wherever they go (which is especially helpful when they're separated during the war).

#thank you so much for asking!#ask memes #answered asks #kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #kakashi x oc #the scarecrow and the bell #meta #ramblings #anannua #long post is long

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pollyna · 2 years

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Thorin says "I'm going to built a garden for you in Erebor" and Bilbo hears I want you to stay. He says I'm gonna built you a new chair until they can take here yours and you'll probably have to learn a little of our language because we don't have enough books in the common tongue. He talks and speaks but what Bilbo hears is I'm going to make this your second home, if you want. I love you. Please, stay with me.

#thorin oakenshild #bilbo baggins #thorin's love language is providing bilbo in anyway he can #thorin x bilbo #otp: come knocking at my door (i'm home i'm home)

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btsarmyforever2022 · 2 years

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Jungkook was relaxing until his ex came.

'Hey Jungkook'. Jessie said. Jessie was Jungkook's girlfriend but she cheated on him. She loved his money and because he didn't have anymore she left him.

'What are you doing here Jessie? Can't you see I'm busy?' Jungkook replied coldly. Jessie smiled and sat next to him.

'Well, I was wondering since you have a company and your rich now, I want to get back together with you. I know this sounds wrong and I cheated on you but i miss you and I want you back'. She said. Jungkook turned to her in disgust and said.

'You think I want to get back with some girl who left me because i ran out of money? You really think that I have a soft spot for you?' Jungkook replied.

'Look, I'm sorry and I know what I did was wrong but the other man didn't have money so I left him'. Jessie said.

'So, you think because that man who you left me for didn't have money and left him and you think my son will get back with you, honey, let's take this girl out'. Minuyoon said as her and her husband both took Jessie out. Jessie was a disgrace to them for what she did to their son.

After about 40 minutes.

Jungkook decided that he had enough of this drama so he decided to call his girlfriend Y/n.

Otp

Y/n: hello?

Jungkook: hey Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and we could hang out and do stuff together.

Y/n: sure, I'd love that. So, what time should I come?

Jungkook: you can come now.

Y/n: okay, I'll be over there in 10 minutes.

Jungkook: okay. See you soon.

Y/n: bye.

Jungkook: bye.

Jungkook hung up the phone and put it faced down as he sighed. He's happy that his girlfriend is coming over and maybe he'll try to see if she wants to do it. (Smut)

After about 10 minutes Jungkook heard a knock on his door. He opened it and saw his lovely girlfriend standing there smiling.

'Hey babe, I'm so glad you came here exactly in 10 minute'. Jungkook said as he hugged and kissed you.

'Hey, so I was wondering if you know you wanted to do it with me'. You said as he looked in your eyes. You could see lust and love filled in them.

Before you could speak he pressed your lips with his in a passionate kiss. Nothing but just love in it.

'Kookie, who was that that was trying to get back with you? Was it Jessie? Of it was you know you can tell me'. You said as he broke the kiss apart. He sighed and sat down.

'Yes, apparently she left me for another man that was rich and said that it was only because I ran out of money. Then today she came back and said that she wanted me back because I have a company and because I'm rich'. He said with a low voice. You felt a pang in your heart when you saw his eyes were teary.

'Babe, listen. Jessie is just another girl who opens her legs for anyone. Not to mention she even kissed and slept with hundreds of men. Before dating you, she said she will do anything to get you to love her'. You said as he looked at you. He looked back down and sighed, thinking of the memories he had with his brother and sister. They both died in a car accident which took both of their lives.

After that incident he has not been himself lately.

'I just wish my brother and sister we're still here'. He said which confused you. You knew his brother and sister for a long time but you don't know what he meant by that.

'What do you mean by that, of course they are here with you'. You said.

'No they aren't. They aren't here in my eye sight'. He said.

'Are you trying to say that they are dead'... You replied thinking that they might have went someone and they aren't coming back.

'They died in a accident a few Years back. I was here at home when they went to the store. They were coming back but the news showed up saying that they got into a car accident and neither one of them survived. I lost my siblings and my mom is trying to get me to have a step sibling and I don't want to replace my real ones'. He said. Once your family members are gone, they are gone. Always treat them equally.

'That's why your so useless Jungkook. You never move on'. His mother said. You turned to look at them when she looked at you. 'Hello Y/n, you must be Jungkook's girlfriend'. Mrs. Jeon said. You nodded your head and shook her hand.

'Did you know that Jungkook has been here for about 20 years now?' Mr. Jeon said. You looked at him shocked. He's been living here for 20 years?

'No I didn't. He never told me'. You said and looked at Jungkook. He was staring down at the floor as if he's too scared to look into your eyes. 'Jungkook why didn't you tell me you've been living in this house for 20 years with no food? I could have brought you some food'. You said as he looked at you. He shrugged his shoulders saying that he doesn't know.

'He does this all the time. Every time we try to convince him to eat or move out of this house he always refuses. It's like this is his house'. Mrs. Jeon said as she looked at her son.

'Because this used to be Jeheun and Shi-hoon's home. I can't just leave this house and it's full of memories of them inside of it'. He said and walked upstairs. His mother stopped him.

'IF YOU DON'T COME OUT OF THIS HOUSE BY TOMORROW THEN BE PREPARED TO COME WITH AND SEE YOUR STUFF OUTSIDE THE DOOR!' His mother yelled. He had tears in his eyes as he came back downstairs and sat down not looking at none of us. 'Oh now you can't speak? Just because of one scream and your ignoring your own mother'. Mrs. Jeon said as she looked at Jungkook. She knew yelling at him wasn't the best but at least it knocked some sense into his head.

'Ma'am, don't yell at him. Kookie, let's go upstairs and talk. I think it's best we talk in private'. You said and took him upstairs.

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queercapwriting · 7 years

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hey mom, I'm not in a very good place rn. I'd describe myself as soft butch, and I actually like the way I look rn, no make-up, short hair and all, but everytime I go out I get anxiety because I feel like people are judging me. It stresses me and makes me hate my sexuality sometimes, I know you're busy and your prompts are full but could I please have a small sanvers fic with maybe a teen soft butch in it? I feel like I really need good rep rn... if u dont want just delete this, its okay

She’s in the field and she’s got her game face on – shoulders set, stance relaxed but ready, eyes sharp – and when J Cole’s Hold It Down blasts out of her back pocket, her work partner cocks a grin at you.

“Your kid?”

She grins at the term and answers quickly.

“Adrian, I’m on the job, what up?”

“Can I bring a kid to our dinner tonight? Remember that girl Val I was telling you about? She’s trippin cause she had a rough time in school today – “

“Yeah, course you can, kid.”

“You gotta go.”

Maggie grins at his sensitivity, his perceptiveness. “You could be a detective yourself, Ade. See you both tonight.”

She chews the inside of her cheek – a habit she’s been picking up from her girlfriend – and shoots a quick text off to Alex, telling her to expect one more tonight before pocketing her phone and sighing, squatting to analyze the tire marks leftover by the latest Cadmus lackey getaway car.

She pushes tonight’s dinner – a biweekly thing, dinner with her girlfriend and her college boy (she never tires of reminding him how proud she is that he’s in college) – to the back of her mind until she walks through the door of her apartment several hours later to find in her kitchen Alex, Adrian, and a short kid – must the the Val girl Adrian was talking about – with a dapper, short haircut, make-up free face, collared shirt and khakis, skin darker than hers but lighter than Adrian’s, smile just as bright.

Alex has the look of panicked glee of a pale five year old being caught with her hand in the cookie jar; Adrian’s holding the handle of a smoking frying pan with one hand and pointing at Alex with the other; and the new kid is frozen mid-laugh, eyes wide and nervous at finally meeting the detective she’s heard so much about from Adrian.

Maggie appraises the situation with a single glance and grins.

“Alex tried to cook.”

“I – “

“All good, Danvers, we’ll order in, but I gotta say, I’m still surprised your skills in the lab don’t transfer to the kitchen – “

“Hehe, your skills – “

“That’s enough out of you, young man.”

“Yes, Agent Danvers.”

Maggie laughs and shakes her head at their banter as she drops her gun and jacket on a chair and strides over with her hand out to greet the new kid.

“Maggie Sawyer,” she says, leaving the usual NCPD part out because the girl is looking more nervous by the second.

“Valerie.”

“But you prefer Val?” Maggie asks, and Adrian nods behind Val’s back in case she isn’t brave enough to say yes. She is, and she nods, and Maggie smiles warmly at her.

“Okay, Val, so. What’re you hungry for, aside from whatever my woman charred on the stove?”

“Hey – “

“Is it not true, Danvers?”

Alex scowls playfully and Maggie leans in for a kiss. Adrian squeals and leans into Val. “Told you they were the cutest couple ever. My real life OTP!”

Val smiles, but there’s sadness behind it.

“Bad day, kid?” Alex asks, and gestures her to the couch.

“She likes this girl,” Adrian knocks his shoulder into Val gently, and she shoves him with an embarrassed laugh on her face. Alex ooohs and Maggie squeals, and Val almost cries, because she’s never met grown-ups who were this excited to hear about her crushes on girls before.

“She’s really pretty,” Val confesses in a single breath, collapsing onto the couch with her knees spread wide and heat spreading across her shyly smiling face.

“Okay, tell. Everything. But first, tell me what you want for food.”

“Whatever’s fine. Pizza, maybe.”

Maggie chuckles as she takes out her phone to order. “Always with the pizza in this family.”

Alex kisses her and Adrian squeezes her knee when they catch her family comment, and Val flushes to be so easily included in such a term.

“Nothing, I just… she’s really good at math – “

“A definite turn on – “

“Oh, is that why you like coming to my lowly easy-bake oven lab, Danvers?”

“Ladies! There are children present!”

“I’m not a children, I’m sixteen!”

“Children,” Adrian, Alex, and Maggie all chorus, and Val rolls her eyes and continues.

“There’s the math thing, and she’s just really sweet, she always sticks up for the kids who get picked on, and she’s got these gorgeous curls and she’s – “

“Super duper femmey, and totally into soft little butches like yourself,” Adrian says and pokes her in the belly gently. She swats at his hand and shrugs defeatedly.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m not just into femmes… but she is super femmey… but maybe she wants someone harder than me? Or like, femmier than me? Like, less gay, maybe, or more gay, or – ”

“So, basically, you’re creating a girl who’s anything but you in your mind, right?” Maggie grins with a tilted head, and Val sighs.

“I guess.”

Maggie squints at her and exhales sharply and wets her lips and speaks.

“You know before I met Danvers over here, it was… I dated. A lot.”

“Don’t worry Alex. You won,” Adrian whispers, and Alex slaps him five softly without taking her eyes off Maggie.

“I dated, but it was… it was women who didn’t get me, you know? They saw leather jackets and a cop badge and a bike and darker skin than theirs – god, too many white girls, sorry babe, but that’s a story for another day – so they expected me to be a certain type of way, expected me to be… well, more butch, you know? Like, all the time. They were interested in the role I could play – and I can play it, I can be it, and I like it, I love doting on women – “

Val smiles and nods and Alex blushes and Adrian snickers.

“But that’s not all I am, you know?” She shrugs. “Sometimes I like a little lace under the leather. And we’ve got different styles, you and me.” She gestures to Val’s hair cut, her looser clothes, with a grin. “And I love it. Your style. It’s absolutely fantastic. And you look really at home in it. And that’s the thing. You? How you feel, how you are? That’s the only thing that matters. So if she likes you, she’s gotta like your soft butchliness. And who wouldn’t, I mean look at you, you’re perfect.”

Val scoffs and Alex beams at Maggie and Adrian squeezes Val’s knee.

The doorbell rings and Adrian squeals. “Pizza!”

Maggie glances at Alex, and Alex nods with a grin before getting up to get the door.

“Your girl like pizza?” Maggie asks, and Val nods.

“I saved her the last slice last week at the school paper’s party when she was late from class. She was really happy.”

Maggie slaps her own thigh in excitement. “Damn girl, see, you got game! Wanna invite her over? We can watch crappy Netflix movies, and the three of us will check out if she checks you out and it’ll be awesome.”

Val smiles at the thought and pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

“Do you guys do this for all of us? Open up your home like this?”

Alex beams over the small stack of pizza boxes when Maggie looks up at her, and Adrian grins widely, proudly, gratefully, at them both as he cracks open a box and digs in immediately.

“Only to the cool kids,” Maggie teases, and Val nods, and types out a text to her crush, because she’s nervous but she’s perfect just like she is, and what’s there not to like, right, Maggie said so, and also, pizza.

Pizza with new family.

Even if her crush declines to come over, she’s pretty sure it’s going to be a good night.

#sanvers #sanvers minific #domestic sanvers #give adrian his own show #supergirl fic

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