#otp: watchful eyes of gold

[theladyheroine]

Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨

❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!

❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!

Former! Villain x Superhero

Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things but is actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.

Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.

After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.

Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.

It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.

Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.

Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.

Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective

I'm sorry this one is a bit short!

A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout. 

The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field. 

Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....

One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.

Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls. 

Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!

Dragon x Wizard

I know some people like fantasy stuff!

A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆

Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!

The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.

The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…

The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—

If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. They likely won’t be found anywhere other than their own home or nearby.

Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.

They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful pouring bottles or waving their wand around if a pair of arms are wrapped around them. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain if their partner won’t stay still.

Extra Duo!

Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love! They end up sneaking out on rooftops for dates or waving/winking at each other on the battle field. The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan.

Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅

They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out on accident lol

If their Bosses end up finding out it’s like sneaking back into your house at night, but then the Hero/Villain turns the lights on in their pajamas like “Where were you?? I thought you were asleep!”

Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!

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[kousaka-ayumu]

Hello there! I adore your writing, I found you through your Malleus x Ace fics! May I request Yandere Floyd x Riddle?

One of my OTPs yes!

The Wild Eel and The Rose

Warnings: this may contains yandere content, stalking, kidnapping, implied non-consent sex, blackmailing, broken English.

Implied ships: Trey X Riddle.

Background ships: Malleus X Ace, Azul X Jamil

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Ever since their first year Floyd always thought that Riddle was small, cute, and petite and usually called him "Kingyo-chan"(it means Gold fish in Japanese)

However Riddle doesn't like him much, the red haired boy tried his best to avoid the energetic eel, because to him Floyd was a menace.

The heartslabyul dorm leader tried his best to avoid the energetic eel but to no avail Floyd always finds him, someone please saves this red head.

One day Floyd was doing his usual thing, stalking Riddle Rosehearts when something may or may not trigger his yandere instincts

While hiding in the bushes Floyd was of course watching the red haired boy talking to the other Heartslabyul students about another upcoming Unbirthday Party since it was 5th of May.

He seems to be noticed that sthe Vice-Dorm leader Trey was a lot closer to Riddle than before.

As the other Heartslabyul students left, the green haired third year leaned against red haired boy's cheek and KISS!

Floyd's eyes widened in anger as he cletch his fist. 'Why him out of all people?! Why Kingyo-chan?! Why did you chose this Umigame-kun?! Why didn't you choose me instead?!' He thought in anger as he saw Riddle smiled at the green haired third year making him filled with anger even more.

He needed to thought of plan to get rid of Trey Clover, Riddle was his! And his alone.

For the next few days Floyd was in a bad mood that was so bad right to point that scares the other NRC students, alongside the fact that Ace and Jamil have to avoid him.

Yeah, this boy's mind I'd pretty fucked up am I right?

But since he knew of Azul, his dorm leader have done to Jamil, he thought that he might do the same to Riddle.

Meanwhile Riddle was currently in the library helping Yumeri prepare for her remedial test as she scores 41 on her test and heeded someone to help her improve since Sonomi was at the Botanical Garden, Taiyou at MagiShift practice, Mizuko was currently at the Monstro Lounge, Farah's with Jamil, and Hokori was at dance practice and Kaida.... Who knows what she's doing.

"I told you you shouldn't be spending all your time reading manga Yumeri, you should be studying for the test and you didn't." Riddle said scolding the grayish-redhead who look down in shame. "I'm sorry Riddle." She said.

He took a deep breath and looked at her"Now what is the answer to-"

"Kurayami!" A monster that look like a book outside the library scream out as they're looking for something or someone..

"PreCure, come out." A deep yet soft voice said as a villain who happened to be a 17 year old girl named Marionette "Come out,come out wherever you are."

"Sorry Riddle! I gotta go! Bye!" Yumeri yelled out as she got up from her seat and ran out of the library.

"Yume- wait!" He tried calling out to her but she was gone from the library, he decided to follow her to see what she's doing only to be grabbed by a large hand which covered his mouth, at first he tried to fight back but the hand is too strong that he is passing out.

Wep, that's the end. Sorry anon if it's too short a d taking forever...

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #floyd x riddle #twisted wonderland x pretty cure #twisted wonderland crossover #midnight rose precure #yumeri cordelia #twst x pretty cure #Cure Isleen

[thistlecatfics]

A few recs for @hprecfest featuring the stars of dark fic: Bellatrix, Sirius, Regulus, and Barty, among others. Dark and clever and smutty and might leave you feeling a bit dirty having read them in the best way. I couldn't bear to pick just one.

Het:

Polygirl by deslea (M, 1.2k, Bellatrix/ Voldemort, Rodolphus, Lucius, Severus, Sirius) 

In Knockturn Alley, Kitty will be anyone you want her to be, for a price…that is, if you have a strand of their hair. A surprising number of her clients want her to be Bellatrix Lestrange.

Brilliant little fic exploring the polyjuice sex worker trope

Red and Gold by mumuinc (E, 10k, Bellatrix/Sirius)

Bellatrix didn’t consider herself a cradle robber. Sirius was nine years her junior, and still a whining little shit when things didn’t go his way. But when he shut that fat, stupid mouth of his, when he turned those glittering eyes in her direction, she had to give pause.

Perfectly characterized mirror image warrior cousins (my first ever OTP!) which includes one of my favorite descriptions of Sirius through Bellatrix's eyes:

"Hogwarts rhetoric these days defied logic and common sense, and the way Sirius wove the zeal of Dumbledore’s ideals around his skin made her want to grab him by the neck and defile him, perhaps slit his throat and drink his blood, bathe in it, and offer it to the sun god or whatnot. She despised it, loathed it even, this armor of zeal and righteousness that Sirius seemed to think was attractive. It wasn’t. It was despicable. It was a desecration.It was fucking erotic."

Femslash:

shake off your flesh, run from the light by @fvckyouimaprophet iamsiriuslyriddikulus (E, 6.6k, fem! Barty/Evan)

It starts with a confession. Beatrice never meant to let it slip, but the Firewhiskey loosened her tongue until she found herself leaning over to Evan and saying, “Sometimes I prefer to kill them with a knife.” She stares down at the space between them, not daring to meet Evan’s eyes. “I know it’s an awfully Muggle way to do it, but I like the mess. You can feel it more than you can with a wand, and you get to watch the life leave their eyes.” Evan places a hand behind her, palm flat against the grass, and leans her weight on it as she takes a swig from the bottle. Beatrice braces herself for a speech about how unnecessary it is, how it’s beneath her, but none comes. “Show me,” Evan says.

Tags include: Knifeplay, Object Insertion, (Evan gets fucks with the hilt of a knife), Bloodplay, Blood Drinking, woundfucking, wound cunnilingus would be more accurate, Murder, god forbid women do ANYTHING, although to be clear they are very much murdering muggles and getting off on it, lesbian rosekiller

Dark and twisted and HOT

Slash:

Black Skies by @danpuff-ao3 danpuff (E, 7k, Regulus/Sirius & Regulus/Severus)

Sirius won't give Regulus the love he needs, so he seeks it from Severus instead.

Regulus is so split between Sirius and Severus and feels horrible, and all three of them feel horrible, but none of them can stop! It's so dark and twisted and desperate and compelling and hot. I'm feral for all of the dynamics depicted.

The Cost of Survival by @vdoshu doshu (M, 11k, Barty/Peter)

Peter likes the way that people look at him because he’s a Marauder. He likes the way that he’s invited along to get-togethers during the summers, the way that people pass him drinks and snacks at Quidditch after-parties, the way that people don’t laugh about him when he’s within earshot. He likes the way that everyone knows who he is, and pretends to like him. But he likes the way that Barty treats him even more.

It feels inappropriate to flail about this fic because of how sad it is - not even sad in a deliciously angsty way but sad in a realistic, human tragedy sort of way. Peter is portrayed so empathetically here - so flawed and human and afraid and desperate for love and affection and safety.

7 Loves/7Lives ( i called you brother seven times) by xylodemon (E, 7k, Regulus/Sirius)

This is a thing that never should have started.

Classic fic from 2006 which I’ve loved since my early fandom days which I consider a must-read Blackcest fic.

Time is What You Make It (the King Of Pain remix) by aron_kristina (M, 1k, Regulus/Sirius and implied Regulus/Sirius/Harry)

Sirius can't forget his brother, even if he wants to.

The layers! A punch in the gut in 1000 words.

#thistlecat fic recs #hprecfest2023 #blackcest #bellatrix black #sirius black #regulus black #rosekiller #peter pettigrew #barty crouch jr #hp dark fic

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

clankie otp prompts that ran on a bit oops

1.) Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Cleo.

Which is impressive, considering her family is honest to Ra entombed in gold, but she manages. Buying things is how she grew up seeing affection done-

(RE: her parents getting her new sparklies every birthday and Nefera coming back from Scaris with MORE jewelry for her)

-so shopping sprees are the default when she first tries showering Frankie with love.

She’s more thoughtful about it than just random shinies though (she knows what it’s like to have something on your wish list for centuries and Never Get It) so it’s a lot of lab tools, weird things Frankie hasn’t seen before, and things like always getting them their fav snacks and drinks at the Coffinbean.

Frankie likes a lot of the stuff Cleo gets them, but also just bluntly says spending time with Cleo is the best

(this after Cleo spent a whole NIGHT trying to track down this one thing she KNEW Frankie would love, while Frankie sprawled on the floor all droopy and limp and pining for her).

This clicks something on in Cleo’s brain and she realizes she ALSO loves being with the monsters she cares for.

So after spending time recharging Frankie by looking at (but NOT buying) weird things on amazombie together, she drops in on Nefera, just to sit around and bug her while her older sis is doing schoolwork.

Nefera can’t believe it’s happening at first. Then she FLINGS her homework across the room so the sisters can have a good gossip session together for the first time in centuries.

2.) Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Frankie likes falling asleep with Cleo in their lap. They just kinda drape themselves around her whenever their charge gets low, and Cleo makes sure they're securely snuggled before she settles in with her icoffin.

Frankie’s a deep sleeper, so Cleo can be as loud and giggly as she wants, BUT she keeps hush instead and shushes / death glares anyone who makes a ruckus around her monster while they sleep.

She also likes playing with Frankie’s hair without realizing it, or reach back to cuddle their cheek, just checking on them.

More intentionally, Frankie sometimes naps with their eyes open if they’re really tired (its a stasis thing). It freaks out everyone else except Cleo, who can spend a looooong time just sappily staring into their mismatched eyes.

3.) Who walks around half naked and who yells at them to put some clothes on?

Swap clothes for limbs and you have Frankie Stein, wandering around without an arm or leg or eyeball because they had a thought half way thought swapping out body parts and tots forgot what they were doing.

Cleo’s reaction is less of a yell and more of a concerned yelp when she finds Frankie’s arms stuffed between sofa cushions and runs over to find Frankie trying to fry a skillet of scary side up eggs with just their teeth.

4.) Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one does it anyway?

I think this is Cleo when she gets in party planning or scheming to take over the throne mode.

Frankie’s like, okay, but even queens need sleep right? So you’ll go to bed at some point, right? Uh-huh, Cleo says over her shoulder, absolutely getting no sleep.

Frankie enables this a little because watching Cleo get nerdy and passionate about stuff makes them all fizzy-happy inside, but they DO want Cleo to get some sleep eventually.

So Frankie learns the best way to break Cleo out of this is to just stay with her and fall asleep themselves under a snack food table or something, because Cleo WILL check on them to make sure they’re comfy, and Cleo WILL NOT be able to resist cuddling up with them. Just for a bit. A few minutes that’s all she swears.

5.) Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies.

Cleo loves all the homemade stuff Frankie gives them, so as part of her exploring other ways of showing affection that Don’t involve gold and gems, she tries making paincakes.

Pain def happens. The cakes? Not so much. Not even Cleo’s beetle babies can salvage a batter bowl once Cleo gets her hands on it.

Frankie finds the mess really impressive (once they’ve hosed things down with their fire extinguisher attachment, specially built after Cleo started taking an interest in cooking) and, as a monster who eats other monster’s popcorn off of theater floors, the taste of char is kinda yummy to them actually.

Them and Cleo make cookies together afterwards mostly just for the fun of it (and so Cleo can have something to snack on too).

6.) Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Frankie’s very literal. Unless the prompt is something they and Cleo have SPECIFICALLY done, they are just a flat Nope We Haven’t, sometimes then followed with a thoughtful and worrying Yet.

Cleo, meanwhile, is so enamored with Frankie as her gallant protector she REFUSES to accept she’s actually an angry Smol protecting her Tol. She’s not yelling at people for upsetting Frankie- It’s just called saying THE TRUTH, which is that the person should be ashamed and if they are not then she will Curse Them.

7.) Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

We all know Frankie is never getting that varsity jacket back once Cleo gets her hands on it.

Though it’s more like, Frankie drapes it over her shoulders once because Cleo felt a chill (she was hoping for a hug or a snuggle) and saw how cool Cleo looked in it, and how much she liked wearing it, and it made Frankie shoot off sparks for the rest of the day.

So. Even though it does NOT go with Cleo’s carefully selected and matched royal regalia outfit (even more classy than Nefera's)… yeah. She starts wearing the jacket A Lot. And, snuggling with it.

Friends try teasing her about it but she’s immune because she is WEARING FRANKIE’S JACKET HELLO???

8.) Which one spends the day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Frankie loves running errands. Frankie almost NEVER comes back with what they set out to actually get on said errands.

Cleo checks in with them via text, or just tags along, because she always makes lists and loves checking them twice. And this way maybe Frankie makes it back with the copper tubing they wanted instead of a giant scorpion plushy.

9.) Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

As per @bluebelleisabelle‘s idea, Frankie behind the wheel of a car isn’t a good idea do to potential brain bit memories distracting them at bad moments, so Cleo works hard to get a license (the first one in her ENTIRE family) just to drive them around (Drac helped her learn and it was an Experience).

Frankie is in charge of the map and does a good imitation of a car GPS (global positioning scream).

Sometimes their brain bits remind them of a shortcut- sometimes the shortcut is still there, and sometimes they’re remembering a donkey track that got built over a hundred years ago. No matter how many times it turns out to be the latter, Cleo's never stops trusting them or making sudden U-turns on command.

Its always an adventure to get in the car with Cleo and Frankie! Which is why most of their other friends Don’t.

10.) Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Cleo would LOVE posing, Frankie would LOVE to see her do it, but it’s probably more of a scrap metal sculpture done with loud as heck hacksaws and torches than soft romantic drawing thing.

At least plenty of sparks would fly, though.

And Cleo would probably install the sculpture in pride of place in her section of the family tomb, much to the confusion of later visitors.

11.) If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Okay so Cleo legit in the first episode lowered herself from the ceiling like a character from a heist film- AND she likes planning stuff.

Less backflips, more cunning doges and precision crawling under the camera’s blind spots. It’s awkward, not elegant, but she’s got this, she knows what to do and how to do it. She’s, almost there-  

Frankie, thanks to their ballet brain bit, is pirouetting freely around security in the background. Until they spot someone’s gum on the floor. And reach for it. And reach right into a laser trip wire and- oh zaps- RA HAVE MERCY- sorry cleo! do wanna split the gum with me-? FRANKIE QUICK OVERLOAD THE SYSTEM- oh uh right um-

*distant explosion sound effect*

Clawdeen and Drac don’t even look up they just sigh as Clawdeen grabs a spare pair of ski masks and Draculaura fetches the keys to her dad’s fastest stunt car.   

12.) Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

Listen. I’m not saying Frankie sees a human car for the first time (Cladween’s dad’s car??? powered by LIQUIFIED DEAD THINGS???) and instantly tries a sip of something they shouldn’t have, and then likes it so much they keep trying to go back for more-

But I AM saying that Cleo would NOT want her precious monster getting poisoned, and would skip out on learning more about the human world to keep dragging Frankie away from the car- one body part at a time if necessary- and then hold their hair back when they get sick in the storm drain an hour later.

It’s just what ghoulfriends are for, sometimes.

13.) Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Cleo cannot open her locker without there being some little origami note or flower or baked treat inside from Frankie.

No matter how tired or dispirited she is after a long day of still not getting any new followers or popularity after organizing the last school function, the little surprises from her monster always make her smile.

Maybe not too many others in school think about Cleo De Nile on a daily basis. But Frankie does. Always.

14.) Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Clawdeen joked once “Frankie, when it comes to your feelings for Cleo? Frankly, you’re in DE NILE!” once and “Frankie De Nile” has been rattling around Frankie’s brain every since.

It pops out sometimes. Cleo thinks it’s so cute.

They both died a little inside tho when Frankie met her parents and introduced themself and… well….  

Frankie brought out the brain getter out two-thousand again after THAT little memory got created (Cleo had to call in Clawdeen and Draculaura as reinforcements to get the plunger away from them)

15.) Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Beetles? Cleo loves beetle babies

Any other bug? Cleo is screaming. Cleo is running. Cleo is climbing Frankie like a ghoul’s damn tree and shrieking for them to KILL IT KILL IT AAAAHH!!!

Frankie picks the spider up in their bare hands and takes it outside

(only after looking at it very closely for FAR TOO LONG in Cleo’s opinion. No Cleo will not climb down form off of Frankie if being near the spider creeps her out this much. Clinging to Frankie’s back is the safest place she knows and more importantly it's HERS and NO she is NOT giving it up to a SPIDER)

16.) Which one gives the other their jacket?

So I said Frankie earlier, but now I’m thinking- there’s no way Cleo doesn’t have a fancy, snazzy royal jacket stuffed in a closet somewhere, maybe kept for formal occasions.

And Frankie? Wearing her colors?? Is it even possible Cleo could RESIST that idea?

I think not.

Absolutely they go on dates wearing each other’s jackets.

Cleo takes a million selfies of them, and gets increasingly frantic comments from Nefera wondering why someone else is wearing the family regalia Cleo, Cleo mummy and baba follow your social media if they see this they are going to Get Ideas and Start Planning and, Cleo, stop giggling with Frankie for a sec you do NOT want mummy and baba Planning Things- Cleo? CLEO! BY HATHOR PLEASE CHECK YOUR MESSAGES. I CAN ONLY SPAM CUTE BABY SCORPIAN PICS AS A SHIELD FOR SO LONG!!!! D:

17.) Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Nefera would never, and Frankie’s too much of a sweetie, so Cleo doesn’t worry about that too much.

Until Clawdeen and Draculaura drag her into the lab one day start explaining Exactly how long hypothetic mummy would last if she hypothetically made a werewolf and vampire upset by hypothetically breaking their franken friend’s heart. Hypothetically.

Cleo listens in shock and then rates them an ehhhhh 7/10. Could have been more detailed. Not quite as much passion in the threats as Cleo would have hoped for. Maybe try again somtime?

Next time, they bring Lagoona.

(Meanwhile Nefera and Frankie have a lovely chat at the coffinbean over gutshakes and Nefera cheerfully tells them she can completely disembowel and dismember a body in less a minute but Frankie won’t make Cleo unhappy and will never have to worry about that~)

(Frankie thinks about this all day, finally confessing to Cleo she’d really like to be autopsied by Nefera, but NEVER if the only way is by upsetting Cleo.)

(Cleo assures them anyone would be lucky to autopsy them and then has a little Chat with her big sis)

(From Nefera’s ensuing terrified screams, everyone else realizes they REALLY need to step up their game)

18.) Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Oh Frankie’s been feeling them longer, and they’re the kind of monster to examine each new feeling with great interest as an when they first appear, so they’d def KNOW about their feels first. And they seemed pretty, hrm, direct and unabashed about it in Horoscare. That held eye contact and little head tilt at the end… oh they WANTED Cleo to notice their little spark, notice them noticing it, and check her reaction to all that…

But. They also get anxious and shy easily when it comes to interpersonal stuff. Unsure.

I can see them being chill about the feels until they start gathering more data about it, then starting to freak out a little. Because where there’s parameters and social norms, there’s things they can get wrong, wrong with CLEO and-

They REALLY don’t like risking pushing any of their friends away with their feels (re: crushed and what’s up watzie) even if it makes them sad.

So, smooth as they’ve been, I can see them choking up when I comes to actually out loud admitting it.  

Who actually SAYS it first?

Cleo.

Probably bc Frankie was doing everything EXCEPT saying “Hey! I have a crush on you!! wanna date?” and getting all frazzled about it, and miss high level emotional regulation Cleo looks at her poor precious rambling monster and goes

“Frankie Stein? Would you, ah-hem, like to go out sometime? You know. As like, friends but also… more?”

Frankie’s ecstatic “ohmyzaps YES!!!” causes a school-wide power outage.

their first date is technically in detention

(they giggle so much headmistress Bloodgood lets them leave early just to her head from falling off with the force of her eyerolls)

19.) How good would your OTP be at parenting?

I have head canon-ed them a scarab swarm child and they would be very worn out and overwhelmed but also great at it.

Cleo is all “who’s a little bug baby? who is it?? You! Yes!! You are!!!!” while Frankie’s reading a giant monster’s guide to parenting monstrosities like

“okay so routines are good and consistency is good and explaining stuff is good and beware of the flesh-threshing threes, and- Reading about all this is kinda boring, actually. I don’t know what the flesh-threshing threes are, but I wanna make those traumatic memories together, as a family! Now who wants to start a pre bedtime eyescream ritual?”

The bug baby grows up with a great relationship with them bc both mummy Cleo and themmy Frankie are very open about emotions and admitting when they’re wrong and figuring out your own identity, and also lots and lots of hugs.

(the one problem is separation anxiety- cleo has it worst, but fankie gets it too and the bug baby tries to hide it later when she gets old enough to go to school and stuff but, yeah, all three of them really really suffer and facetime / text CONSTANTLY just to ease the agonies)  

Also if you touch that child, you are DEAD. Frankie will vaporize you. Cleo will curse your remains so that they never rise again.  

20.) Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Canon Cleo legit SPEAKS in brb and such. She’s def typing “can’t w8 2 c u QT <3 <3” at Frankie and Frankie def spends so long trying to decode the message that Cleo ends up having to come looking for them in codes and foreign languages section of the library.

(Twyla tried to help but also had no idea and the two got so wrapped up learning about morse code they forgot to ask Manny the puzzle wiz)   

21.) Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Toralei finds her first grey hair on her tail the day she’s mean to Frankie in front of Cleo.

(canon Frankie also saved Cleo from Toralei, by actually carrying her away from the werecat’s attack, but they’re better at the whole whisking away from danger than they are picking up on and countering social stuff)

(Cleo makes sure anyone who thinks that’s an invitation to bully Frankie learns the flaw inherent to their logic. In the most traumatizing way possible, preferably.)

22.) Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Cleo makes terrible puns IN CANON and Frankie laughs at them so fucking stupidly im sorry they know the pun is terrible but Cleo said it and they can’t help themselves.

The laughter only gets louder and longer and more delighted over time, which only encourages Cleo to come up with worse and worse ones,  and all of their friends (except Clawdeen) are in PAIN.

Drac especially so.

23.) Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

So. Frankie did kinda in canon adopt the first puppy they saw and brought it home with them.

BUT! Cleo has no control or resistance to cute things in need of help (re frankie), and I can really see her hiding a new puppy behind her back like

“Oh hey Frankie! You’ll NEVER in a THOUSAND YEARS guess what I totally thought really long and hard about before bringing home with me!” and Frankie just tilts their heads and points “is it something to do with the happy wagging tail of a dog? Or did you just get that for yourself?” “IT IS IN FACT…… OUR NEW DOG!” “Oh wow! Good job hiding it Cleo, you’re right! I never would’ve guessed!”

Cleo is never able to hide it for more than a few seconds and Frankie is always impressed with her sneakiness (and the dog)

24.) Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Frankie to Cleo, full stop. Cleo wraps her arms around the tall monster’s shoulders with her organ bag in front of them, and Frankie lifts her like she’s nothing (remember the boulder? Yeah. Frankie lifts)

There’s at least one scary moment though when Frankie runs low on charge and Cleo’s so frightened of them wearing that little last bit out with walking that she INSISTS on carrying Frankie the rest of the way, no matter how awkward, hard, or silly it looks.

25.) Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Oh they both can get into it and both cheer like there’s no tomorrow (Cleo's getting good at catching Frankie's limbs when they go flying off at random, or having her beetle babies fetch them if she's not fast enough). The energy these two have together is Intense.

Ra help you if they ever complete against you as a team, or cheer for the person you’re competing against.

They may not win. But you WILL be terrified the entire time they're working against you.

26.) Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Cleo is steadily heading towards a solid MILLION pics of her with Frankie napping on her shoulder. The ones where Frankie is making weird faces and snoring are her favs.

(Frankie doesn’t take pics- they know how sensitive Cleo is to embarrassing pics after her fearbook photos- but they have sleeping Cleo’s face etched into their brain and sometimes absentmindedly doodle a cross hatch sketch of her so lifelike people who glimpse it think it’s a pic with a filter on it at first. Then frankie erases it at light speed before any incriminating evidence of Adorable Sleeping Cleo can be gathered)  

27.) Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Frankie wonders aloud once what it’d feel like to be royal as themself (not their king of goreway brain bit) and before they’ve even finished their sentence, Cleo is dragging them off by the disembodied hand to go have a makeover date~

28.) Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

It’s mainly the Judgement of Cleo’s pets that Frankie fears, but yeah, they’re absolutely terrified.

"Cleo...they're smirking at me..." "Oh Frankie they're just smiling at you!" "They hate me don't they." "HATE YOU?? Pffa! You're Frankie Stein, how could anyone hate YOU! You're too sweet for it~" "Aww, Cleo! I- ..... they just glared at me." "Frankie..."

29.) Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Frankie has an arm-brella prosthetic and brings it out on romantic dates in the thunderstorms.

Cleo always groans when they get back and she see’s Frankie’s other arm and shoulder are soaked AGAIN  bc they wanted to make sure the umbrella covered Cleo completely, even if it meant getting a bit wet themselves. She punishes Frankie for this with a smooch, which really has the opposite effect <3  

30.) If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

They would go. Everywhere.

But the highlight for Frankie would be Japan, to finally try some homemade wormen just like Kuma always raves about, and Cleo’s family home in Egypt, bc Cleo really loves it and loves showing it off and Frankie loves when she gets all excited about stuff.

For Cleo, visiting various places in Europe and listening as Frankie’s brain bits spark up this or that tidbit of gossip from their past lives would be a Treat, by FAR the most fun she’s ever had traveling.

Cloe takes pics of Frankie posing with or trying out all the tourist trap usuals. Especially the cliché ones.

Frankie takes candid shots of Cleo handling their passports and tickets and checking time tables and happily reorganizing their itinerary at various unmentionable bus stops or train stations...

Sometimes (a lot of times) there's an iconic landmark blurry and out of focus in the background when they take pics of her

(here's the Eldritch Tower in Scaris, mostly blocked by Cleo's head piece)

(the Leering Tower of Scares-a, waaaaay in the corner as Cleo chats with a local and gets directions to a nice little cafe)

(the shadows on the ground reveal Frankie climbed ON ancient Stone Haunt to get a better angle of Cleo spreading all the maps and tickets and brochures on the grass nearby, smiling as she works out the BEST trip they could POSSIBLY have together)

so yes. All these sights they came to see, that other monsters can't take their eyes off of, and Frankie has even less to compare it too, all the easier for them to get impressed by it-

Even so, right then, they were happier just looking at Cleo

and cleo has the pictures to prove it

<3

#monster high gen 3 #clankie #cleo de nile #frankie stein #otp prompts #looooong

[gointothevvater]

2/8 your OTP after Army of the Doomstar

I'm so excited that I'm able to participate this year! Happy Dethentine's, everybody! 🖤

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"So they don't need you anymore?" St. Cecilia sat on the edge of their shared bed at the Church of the Black Klok, a streak of white and gold against so much red.

There was hope in her voice, and Charles smiled to himself at the sound of it. "The Church has served its purpose," he said. He wasn't quite sure what that entailed just yet, but the Church would straighten itself out. It always did.

"So," St. Cecilia said again, her voice going soft, "you're mine?"

"I was always yours."

"Liar." She was laughing now, though there was a softness around the edges of the sound, something almost like regret. Even he, who knew her better than anyone, rarely heard that tone. "You wouldn't come near me when we first met."

Joining her on the bed, close enough that his thigh pressed to hers, Charles said, "Because you were a teenager."

She shrugged, saying, "The age of consent is sixteen."

She'd made that argument then, too. "It's eighteen here," he said, as if he hadn't told her that a million times. It had driven her mad that the drinking and smoking ages were higher in the States, too.

As she always had, she paid it no mind. "I wanted you," she said.

And that had nearly driven him mad. She was seven years younger than him, and even after she'd turned eighteen, he'd kept his distance. Not only was he her manager, she was a wild child, a party girl. She was rarely sober enough that he would've been comfortable touching her. She'd come so far since then; He was immensely proud of her for it. He told her that as often as he could. "Legal or not," he said, "it would've been wrong. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that."

"No?" That softness was back in her voice, and there was a new little quiver to it.

He said, "Never."

She was watching him with wide, wet eyes when she whispered, "You're a good man, Charlie."

Gently, he put his arm around her, asking, "You're gonna cry over that?"

"I might." She sniffled, though she was careful not to touch her face, lest she ruin her makeup. There was nothing she hated more than that. "You're a good man, and you're mine. I still can't believe it some days."

With a smile and a kiss to her temple, he asked, "The ring isn't proof enough?"

#dethentines2024 #dethentinesweek2024 #charles offdensen #charles foster offdensen #metalocalypse #st. cecilia jameson #cheelie #my mtl #which tag are we using btw? #also they're married - they got engaged shortly before aotd and now they're married

[gloryride]

22 from the soft prompts for Virgile and Panam 🥰

AAAAAAH i'm so happy you asked this prompt with them because i have this idea in mind since forever but i never put words on it, so thanks ♥♥

[soft otp prompts]

22- Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift.

Camp Freedom is an old abandoned corpo resort from the 2040s along Lake Tahoe, taken over by the various Nomads clans passing through, becoming a popular recreational spot for all Nomads families, now run by statics from the Jodes. It was in this place, a little out of the way of deckchairs and potential visitors, that Virgile and Panam sat to watch the sunset. He'd told her stories of his childhood, and she'd wanted to see what it was like. Sitting on a bench, Panam's head on his shoulder, Virgile grinned, happy at this moment, so perfect. Plunging his hand into the inside of his jacket, he pulled out a small wooden box, weathered, polished a bit by the sand, with no embellishment other than an engraving in the shape of a vague S. Still curious, Panam straightened up, left the scoop of her boyfriend's neck to observe the container and already reached out to touch it, to take it. "Is this for me?" She smiles, amused, but her voice betrays a form of surprise.

Virgile doesn't answer right away. His azure eyes are riveted on the box for a moment, immersed in his memories, before he jumps up and puts the box between Panam's and his own. "It's a gift I've wanted to give you for some time, a present dear to me. Open it."

Inside, on a bed of faded blue synthetic silk, lay a necklace—a simple gold chain with a small heart as a pendant. Panam ran her finger over the heart with delicacy while Virgile watches her tenderly and then strokes her hand.

"This belonged to my mother. My father gave it to her after I was born because it was a miracle we survived because of … you know, her heart and mine. I always saw her with it around her neck." a wistful smile passed over her face.

For a few moments, he remembers his mother sitting in her armchair, him at her feet reading, or the two of them side by side watching an old film. Her blue eyes were like his, and she looked at him with tenderness. He had never forgotten his mother, who was gone too soon. But he realizes Panam is waiting for him to continue talking, so he shakes his head to compose himself. "Sometime before she passed away, she gave it to me, telling me I'd give in turn one day. I've always kept it, and the box has been one of the few things I've been able to take with me." he felt his beloved's hand squeeze him, a wave of gentleness washing over him to extinguish the sadness of his memories. "For a long time, I thought I'd keep this necklace for myself, that I'd end up alone. I never thought I could be happy after my forced separation from the Jodes. NetWatch, my life in Night City reinforced that idea."

He looks up at Panam, but she never leaves his sight. Then, she strokes his cheek to comfort him. "Hey, that's all in the past." The warmth of her hand and the softness of her voice remind him why they're here, why this gift. A sigh of ease escapes his mouth before he continues. "What I mean is, I never thought I could be happy one day, or find someone. And today, I'm here, with you, at the place of my best memories. I'm happy."

Placing the necklace back in its box, Panam hugs Virgile and kisses their cheek and nose before really kissing him. She finally settles back into the hollow of his neck, where she places a final kiss, and closes her eyes. "I am too, you know. And it means a lot to me that you'd give me this gift."

They remain like this, alone in the world on the shores of Lake Tahoe, as the sun races on, giving way to night. A light breeze brings them back to reality, and Panam straightens up with a mischievous air he always finds irresistible. "Can you put it around my neck?"

"Wait, I wanted to tell you one more thing." He takes the box in his hand and stares at it, even more nervous. "There's a tradition in my old clan. When you give an object of high sentimental value like this, it means … let's say it's a promise that you want to spend your life with the other person."

He feels Panam's hand move up his chin to meet her golden gaze, but he's unable to guess what she's thinking. " Virgile, are you… Are you proposing to me?" he nods a little too quickly and loudly because he's so nervous. Then put it around my neck, silly."

The last word breaks as tears fill his face. Tears of happiness as he smiles, then laughs…

♥♥

#cyberpunk 2077 #otp : highway to love #oc : virgile sarto #panam palmer #oc x panam #panam x oc #sometimes i write #oc ask #finally put words on this part of story <33 #bc they deserve an happy ending #and i give them <33

[29daffodils]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Augghh I love these games! thank you for tagging me Mickey 🥺🌸(@thisautistic)

3 Ships You Like :

1. Yohan/Moogyeong from The Shape of Your Love (manhwa by Park Nodeok)

this is my ultimate OTP. i never had OTPs before them. they'll be my rise and fall. but yeah, anyway. they. my boys.

2. Vegas/Pete from KinnPorsche The Series

they had me by the throat even before i knew kpts existed and just, well. then i watched kpts and found them and they were everything i hoped for and more. a lot of it is also because vegas and i are very much alike without the mass murder aspect 😂

3. Alan/Gaipa from Moonlight Chicken

listen, MLC is like, the best thing i've watched in a while and alangaipa gave me what i had been craving since yohan/moogyeong c. 2019 : a small rare/ghost ship with barely any screentime but that hooked people in worldwide. firstkhao's acting was just bonus. alangaipa represent everything that i want from my own life. i couldn't not love them.

First Ship Ever :

Kanata/Miyu from Da!Da!Da!

oh, these two. i was head over heels in love with them. i shipped them even when i didn't know that shipping existed or what it meant, when we didn't even have anime on TV besides the broadcast on SONY at 5pm sometimes. i just wanted them in love and happy and raising a kid together. ugh i miss them.

Last Song You Heard :

The Moon Represents My Heart, by the Moonlight Chicken cast! God do I love this song so much! It fits all the ships so well! The lyrics are gold! (I also recently found that this is a cover of the OG by Teresa Teng and that's even more beautiful??)

(also, this has been helping me visualize and write a lot of sand/ray, surprisingly enough.)

Favorite Childhood Book :

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

ahhh, well, this is embarassing. i didn't have a favourite book until adulthood actually. and it's my only favourite (as in something i've read time and again). i don't think i'll ever find another book like this one. this is it for me. nothing can ever top this. (yes, I'm very picky about my favourites lmao)

Currently Reading :

i found out this fic exists because of twitter discourse lmao, and I'm not even a dramione fan, i'll probably never read another work, but goddamn, the writing was stellar. lived up to all that hype. good stuff. (I'm almost at the end so wish me luck!)

Currently Watching :

Our Dining Table

no offence to those who love this, i loved the manga when i read it years ago, but lord was i bored to death even on the second trial at watching this lol. I'm soldiering on though, i'll get through this!

Currently Consuming :

Thai BLs

uhh... not sure what answer this demands actually, so, uhhh... lots of thai BL i guess? that's really what i've been consuming lately. i had never watched thai BLs before KPTS in 2023 so it's eye opening, they've gotten better ( i tried once before , quite a while back when a friend recommended, and i found it ridiculous so i never thought i'd actually ever watch any again lol, mostly because i never was a fan of live action BL dramas in general)

Currently Craving :

💵💵💵💵

well, i'll be honest here, money is vital and that's what I'm craving lol, i gotta feed myself and my cats and pay a 50k laptop repair bill that my company thrust on me even though it's not my fault it's damaged. anyway, essentially I'm experiencing financial doom among other unfortunate events, so here's your chance to commission a fic or donate at my KOFI so...... haha.

alright, this was super fun! I'm tagging @skyfish7 @semantics-error @justfionn @boyslovecorner @peachym00 @lilitblaukatz @ae-azile

(please feel free to ignore if you're feeling up to it!)

#tag game #my posts #source : 29daffodils

[dragonfly0808]

I found some prompts for your winx requests that I think you'd do really good at writing:

1) "I told myself I wasn't going to cry about this anymore but every little thing reminds me of it" (This seemed like a Musa, Flora, or Bloom prompt)

2) "Do you trust them/her/him?" "No...but I trust their anger" (aNgSt!!)

3) Person A: Who the fuck-

Person B: Language

Person A: Whom the fuck

Person B: ...

4) "can I count your freckles?"

5) OTP/BroTP Sparring at the gym

6) Best Friends go and purchase matching jewerlry

7) The Cinammon roll snaps

8) The grumpy one shows vulnerability

1- (This takes place after s1 but before the summer). 

Bloom had just been cleaning up her dorm when she’d knocked into her desk and a pile of books came crashing down.

She rolled her eyes, kneeling and going to pick them up. Then she looked out at the balcony, where there were a few small birds on the railing.

Her mind flashed back to the memory hologram the girls had created back in Domino, in which Daphne had been wearing a necklace with a similar bird.

She was surprised to find her cheeks wet all of a sudden.

Kiko approached her, gently pushing his head against her hand, clearly trying to distract her.

She sat down and pulled Kiko into her lap as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry Kiko… I told myself I wasn’t going to cry about this anymore but every little thing reminds me of her.”

Now that she knew of her sister and that she’d gotten a chance to talk with professor Tabitha from Cloud Tower, who’d once been Daphne’s best friend, she found that almost everything had a way of reminding her of the sister she’d never gotten to properly meet.

Birds and sweetheart necklines and the color blue that she’d apparently been a fan of. Acustic songs and gold rings and long books.

Everything seemed to remind her of Daphne some way or another. And it hurt.

2- (This takes place in season one, after the rescue mission in Cloud Tower when Riven makes it to Alfea.)

Stella slowly rolled her shoulder.

Stormy had caught her with a lightning bolt. One minute, she’d been in the middle of a fight in Cloud Tower, knocked unconscious by Stormy, and then, she was in the Alfea infirmary, Brandon at her bedside.

He told her that Sky and Bloom had tried to make their way to Lake Roccaluce. He wasn’t sure if they’d made it.

“What about Riven?”

“I think he’s with the others right now.”

“How is he?”

“He seems to be… alright… apologetic.”

She didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders.

She pressed her lips together for a moment, “I hate to ask you this but… do you really trust him?”

Brandon sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, “Honestly? No. I don’t fully trust him, at least not yet… but I trust his anger.”

Stella could only hope that that would be enough.

3- Stella walked into the living room wearing her glasses, a scowl on her face.

The girls were having breakfast, they all looked up at her, except Tecna, who was absorbed typing something into her tablet.

“My eyelash curler is missing.” Stella said with a tired tone, “Now I wanna know, who the fuck-“

“Language.” Tecna said distractedly.

Stella blinked once, “Whom the fuck-“

Tecna pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily.

The girls burst into laughter.

4- (takes place in season 2, after they make up from their fighting)

 Stella was out on a date with Brandon, so she and Sky were in her bedroom, she was drawing while he was cleaning his equipment, they were enjoying each other’s silence.

Bloom had been working on a sketch of Cloud Tower, she was so enthralled that she was surprised to find Sky staring at her with a small smile, who knew how long he’d been watching her.

“What?” She asked nervously.

Sky’s smile turned warm in a way that made her melt, he kneeled in front of her, “You’ve got a bit of uh… charcoal dust. Here.” He used the pad of his thumb to swipe at her cheekbone.

She felt herself blush. Why was she blushing? This was her boyfriend, she had no reason to be blushing.

“That’s one of the perils of using charcoals to paint.” She said.

He didn’t move away though, still watching her with almost… admiration in his eyes.

“What?” She asked again.

He shrugged, “Nothing. I just… I really love your freckles.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her, “What? Since when?”

“Since always. But today for some reason they are especially adorable.” He trailed off for a moment, hesitating before speaking again, “Can I… count them?”

She actually cackled at that, “How are you gonna count them?”

He smirked, going to kiss her cheek, starting to peeper her with kisses over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

She was laughing, making half-hearted attempts to get away, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

“This is way too cheesy!” She barely managed to get the words out through her laughter.

He just continued counting her freckles with kisses.

5- (this takes place in season 2 after Timmy catches Rivusa kissing)

“So… are we gonna talk about it?” Timmy asked with a smirk.

Riven cracked his knuckles, “Nope.” He threw a right hook, Timmy barely being able to dodge it.

“Are you mad at me for being a cockblock?” Timmy asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet before trying to get Riven with the staff on his hands, “For the record, it was an accident.”

“You should be focusing.” Riven grunted, throwing a jab that got Timmy on the side and almost made him fall.

He chuckled, swinging his staff quickly enough to get Riven in the ankle, but when he went to get him in the arm, Riven got a hold of the staff, snatching it away from him.

“You need to be careful to not give me an opening to take the staff from you.” Riven told him, handing him back the staff and going to throw a punch.

“Are you gonna ask her out?”

Riven was so surprised that he let down his guard for a split second, Timmy using that moment to hit him on the side and swipe the staff at his calfs, knocking him down with a huge smile.

“That was dirty fighting.” Riven said, still on his back.

Timmy snorted, “All is fair in love and war. So,” he offered his hand, “are you gonna ask her out?”

“If you keep asking that, I will knock you on your ass.”

Timmy grinned.

6- (this takes place at some point in the beginning of season 2)

Sky rolled his eyes as Stella dragged him to yet another stall in the Solarian market square.

Vendors everywhere tried to catch the princess’ eye with shiny fabrics and metallic bracelets and all kinds of crystal statues. But what made Stella finally stop was a small stand that Sky probably wouldn’t have noticed if Stella hadn’t made him stop.

“I’m sure you’re overreacting.” Stella said as she looked down at the curled bracelets and crystals and quartz necklaces on display.

“Feels like I’m being avoided.” He said as he passed a gentle thumb over a silver ring.

“Bloom just gets passionate you know that. She’s a total nerd when it comes to History.”

“I’ve offered to help her and she just says no I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know blondie. Maybe this is something she wants to do by herself.”

Sky sighed heavily, only looking up when Stella squealed in delight.

“Look!” She held up two gold rings, one with a sky blue quartz and one with a pale yellow quartz, “We can match!”

He grinned, “This reminds me of when we were ten and you shoved me into a bush because my bowtie didn’t match your dress.” He said as he slid the ring with the blue quartz into his index finger.

“You absolutely deserved it for wearing that ugly beige suit.”

“My mom chose it for me!”

“You still wore it!”

“You’re impossible.”

“Love ya too.”

7- (This takes place the day after the second attack on Red Fountain in s2) 

Timmy and his team were walking down the hall, they’d just finished dragon practice and were gushing about it.

“But it’s not fair dude.” Brandon said with an arm wrapped around Helia’s shoulders, “You’ve been riding dragons since you were like three.”

Helia shrugged, “You just gotta catch up man.”

They laughed as they continued their way down the hall. Then they passed another group of Specialists, who glared at Riven as they passed.

“How much do you want to bet he told the Trix where the Codex was?” One of them whispered.

The other spoke loudly as they walked past them, making sure they would hear, “I bet he’s still her fucking boy toy. Maybe he fucks all three of them.”

Sky and Brandon were about to turn around to confront the group, but Riven held them back, mumbling something about how it wasn’t worth it.

Timmy was already walking before he’d even processed his intentions, the Riven seemed too focused on Brandon and Sky to notice Timmy stalking down the hall.

“Hey, Aaron!” He called.

Aaron had barely started to turn around when Timmy punched him across the face, making him stumble into the wall.

The rest of his team were slow to turn around to look at Timmy, astonished. They’d probably expected Brandon to be the one to come up to them.

They flexed their knuckles and Timmy tensed up.

This was going to hurt.

But it’d been totally worth it.

8- (this takes place in s2 after the Trix escape Lightrock Monastery)

Darcy was tense as she slowly sat down on the bed.

They were underground, but the rooms weren’t that bad. The rocks had been carved to resemble furniture and the matress were comfy.

But that didn’t help her relax.

There was a knock at the door then and Stormy walked in without waiting for a response, going to sit at her side.

After a minute of silence, Stormy finally spoke, “Do you want to do this?”

Darcy was surprised, “What?”

“Come on Darcy… we’ve always known that you are the most… normal one of us, the only one that might actually have a shot at having a normal life… I’d understand if you wanted to leave, find a little farm someplace where you can live in peace. You don’t have to stay.”

Darcy blinked many times, surprised at the tears gathering in her eyes, “No. You’re my sisters. We stick together.”

Stormy sighed, throwing an arm around Darcy and squeezing her against her side, “Okay kid. Let’s do this.”

#winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx stella #winx bloom #winx sky #winx brandon #winx flora #winx helia #winx musa #winx riven #winx tecna #winx timmy #winx aisha #winx nabu

[ainyan]

19. Picking up your partner and spinning them around in a hug to show them how much you missed them 🥰

His heart had been in his throat when she'd leapt from the tower, her slim form in scarlet a bright splash against the relentless gold of the Light-cursed sky. He'd come to a complete standstill, watching her, knowing his jaw was agape, his eyes fixed upon that crimson blur.

He knew the instant she'd seen him planted in the sands; it had been brief, the meeting of eyes - gold to blue, a shared moment of recognition - then she'd looked away, focusing once more upon her target.

That singular distraction had caused her to miss; she made up for her lapse with a quick corps-a-corps, bringing herself within striking range of the sin eater before it could flee. Her rapier made a quick end of it and as it vanished in a puff of dissipating aether, she turned towards him.

They started at the same time; he took a step forward, and so did she. Another, and another, faster and faster until they were moving at a run. Then his arms were filled with her, her laughter an unexpectedly joyous noise in a sky that had heard little but sorrow for a century.

Her arms about his neck; his arms about her waist, he spun her quickly, then once more in a slow circle, reveling in finding her whole and hale and hearty. He drew her against him, holding her close, then turned his head to meet her eyes.

In other circumstances, in other times, one thing might have lead to another, but in this time, in this place, they remembered too much of themselves to forget. Her eyes went wide, his narrowed, then he was hurriedly depositing her upon the sand and stepping back, beyond immediate reach. He tucked his hands behind his back; hers dangled at her side, fingers clenching in loose fists.

"I - uh. Hello, Alisaie," he said, coughing slightly into the dusty air. Desperately, he cast about for something to say. "Uh. Impressive. You almost had it. The monster. The, uh, sin eater."

She turned away to stare at the patch of sand where the monster had once lain. "Just a lesser sin eater. Nothing to write home about." She continued to face away, but he could see the glint of blue as she glanced at him over her shoulder. "I knew you'd turn up sooner or later, but I had been hoping for sooner."

As he watched her, silent, she turned to face him, and the smile on her face was soft all out of proportion of her tone. When he smiled, she smiled back. "How are you, Szah'li?"

He grinned, a brief flash of fangs. "Better now."

Want to hear my OTPs/OT3s say the words without saying the words? Give me a prompt!

Thank you for the prompt!

#ffxiv #asked and answered #szah'li khiyanto #alisaie leveilleur

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Evie my love!! From the newest part of your ask extravaganza (the chaos corner), could I please ask for numbers one, three, five, and eight for dear Varsha??

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well, lovely!! 🩷🩷🩷

Oooooh, lovely! Chaos asks, my beloved! Thanks so much for this! Beware for spoilers to Varsha's fic which will hopefully be posted soon!

1. What's an animatic about your OC or OTP you've been spinning around your brain?

It's an angsty one with a happy ending. I can't, for the life of me, remember the song I had in mind for it (I'm thinking maybe it was a Pentatonix song) but I do know the story. Basically, it's about Varsha's immortality and her inevitably outliving the rest of the League, including Henry. The animatic would be a compilation of Varsha through the ages, starting off with the picture of all the League members together and each of them fading one by one, starting with Gray and ending with Mina. We get a shot of Varsha at Henry's death bed, crying as Henry reminds her of her own belief of reincarnation and making the promise of returning to her one day. He gives her his pocket watch to seal that promise. The background fades to black and Henry's hand around hers disappears, starting the "through the ages" sequence. We see Varsha as a combat nurse at first, sort of as a way to picture her clinging on to Henry's legacy. Then, we go through the decades, Varsha's expression constantly mellow and melancholic, eyes closed, the chain of the pocket watch always somehow visible. Maybe, a soft ticking is layered over the music. Throughout time, she faces multiple difficulties but takes them with no change to her expression. Then, faint lines become visible in the background and the perspective changes to show she's at some sort of party or gathering. Her eyes are still closed until someone calls her name. She turns around to see Henry standing there, looking just like he did all those years ago when they met, except he's evolved with the times. And the first thing he says is "I missed you."

3. Create some memes about your OC and their story

5. What would your OC's Tumblr blog be like?

She would probably have a turquoise-y theme, maybe with gold accents. Posts would be about sea travel, pictures of special or historical maps and lots and lots of of Indian/Hindi culture. Reblogs memes about the Queen's death and generally shitting on the British monarchy from Skinner's blog because she's still salty about their whole empire business with India. Constantly in Henry's ask box. Strongly supports Sawyer's travel blog. Her avatar is probably a picture of her snake form. It has people asking about her "cool pet snake". I'm a bit clueless on what her url would be. Maybe sanskrit-snake, sweetest-sea-serpent or something.

8. What are some TV Tropes that apply to your OC or OTP?

Parental Substitute for Varsha and Nemo

Elective Mute, Making a Splash, Sssssnake Talk for Varsha herself

Forbidden Love and Beast and Beauty for Varsha and Henry/Edward

#ask #evie's ask extravaganza #oc: varsha devi

[selfrinsert]

cough cough cough cough 28, 30, 44, 51, 60 + diavolo 👀

28. What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Charis LOVES pet names they use them all, baby, honey, sweetheart, beloved, etc. Diavolo would be a bit more reserved with the pet names, probably one or two he uses like darling or love

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Ris would get dressed ROYALLY, fancy suit with elaborate detailing, regal cape and crown, obviously in red and black. Dia would be dressed in blue and gold, sleeveless top with lightweight sheer capes, etc

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

I don’t think either of them can cook for shit LMAO however I think Ris would start dancing in the kitchen, Diavolo watching from the doorway arms folded and smiling. He would join them laughing once they beckon though hehe

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

I think touch is both difficult for them and very significant when it happens. I also think quality time is important to them, they say I love you by just standing next to each other or making eye contact etc

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

DIA….he’s just comforted by Ris’ presence and can’t help pulling them closer

#asks #charis #WAHHH I LUV HIM #tyyy Ari you’re the best!!!

[khoicesbyk]

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: 18K 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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This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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And this is Part 1 of Chapter 12! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 12.) Best Birthday Ever. Part 1.

It was finally October. This means Shanelle had just a few more weeks until her Princes made their worldly debut. In the meantime, it's celebration time for the Royal Family. 

Khari was turning 5 and her parents were still in disbelief. Their little girl was growing up right in front of them. And her personality was budding. According to her mother, Khari ran the palace. 

"Daddy I want a big parade and party for my birthday this year," Khari said to Marquise over breakfast.

Marquise raised an eyebrow at his daughter as he sipped his coffee.

"Little girl, do you have 'Daddy I want a big parade and party for my birthday this year' money?" Shanelle asked.

"No, but Daddy does," Khari replies.

Marquise made a face. 

"My love, do I look like an ATM to you?" he asked Khari.

"Yep. ATM stands for All The Money. And you have all the money, Daddy." Khari replies.

Shanelle cackled. Marquise just stared at Khari.

"Do we have a deal?" Khari asked.

Marquise smiled tightly as he leaned in close to his daughter.

"Finish your breakfast then go put your uniform on and get ready for school," Marquise said to Khari through clenched teeth.

"Okay. We'll talk about it later." Khari said as she finished her breakfast.

Marquise watched his daughter walk out of the dining room before turning to his wife who was still laughing. 

"Did you put her up to this?!" he asked Shanelle.

"No, I didn't put her up to this," she replied.

Marquise squinted. 

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I did not!"

He gave her a side-eye.

"I didn't!" Shanelle protested. 

Marquise shook his head. 

"She is worse than you are. I'm supposed to be raising the next Monarch, not a gold digger!" Marquise complained. 

"Oh stop complaining. Besides, you only turn 5 once." 

Marquise shook his head.

"It's bad enough she's getting a photoshoot for her birthday now she expects me to empty the treasury for her." 

"I'm still not hearing why you're complaining." 

"She thinks I'm made of money!" 

She shrugged. 

"I mean technically..."

Marquise groaned.

"You're not helping!" 

Shanelle kissed her husband on his cheek.

"You're such a grumpy teddy bear."

Marquise grumbled into his coffee. 

Later as Khari got ready to leave she had to say goodbye. She wrapped her daddy in the biggest hug she could muster. 

"Bye-bye, Daddy! I love you!" she said sweetly.

He kissed her forehead as he hugged her back. 

"Goodbye, my love. I hope you have a great day at school today," he replies.

Khari smiled at her daddy before turning and hugging her mother.

"Bye Mommy! I love you!"

Shanelle hugged her baby girl. 

"Bye, baby. Have a good day." 

Khari even said goodbye to her brothers.

"Bye, boys! See you later!"

"Come along my darling. It's time to go." Margo said to Khari.

"Okay, Grammy."

Khari waved at her parents one last time then took Margo's hand and left the residence to head to school. The couple watched as Khari was off to another day at school. Shanelle laid her head on her husband's left shoulder.

"You would think I'd be used to watching her leave for school by now," she said to him quietly.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I know you're not. And I know it's hard to watch her grow up right in front of us but she'll always know we love her."

Shanelle closed her eyes.

"I know. I guess I'm scared that one day she won't need us anymore."

He wrapped his arms around her.

"That day will never happen. Because no matter what she or the boys do in this or any life that they choose, they will always need us. Just as much as we need them. They will always love us just as much as we love them."

Shanelle chuckled softly.

"Why do you always have to be a voice of reason and logic?" she asked.

"King," he replied. 

Shanelle scoffed with a smirk.

"Smartass."

"Indeed. Now what's on your schedule today?" he asked as they began to walk down the hall.

"I have a FaceTime call with Dee to finalize her birthday dinner menu, I have a virtual visit with Dr. Ramirez. I'll be seeing her twice a week until the boys are born, and I have to count the last of the RSVPs for The Last Apple Ball," she replies.

"They've all come back?" he asked.

"Yup, every last single one," she replied. 

"Even..."

"Yeah. Even the one I sent to Cass and Myah." 

Marquise nodded. 

"How did they respond?" he asked.

"They'll be here," she replied.

Marquise had a thoughtful look on his face.

"What? What is it?" she asked.

"You do know this is the second time this year that you've extended an olive branch to them right?" he replied.

"Yup. I know. At least this time I won't be surprised if it comes back to bite me in my ass."

"To be fair, Cassian did apologize for what he said to you."

Shanelle scoffed.

"No. He said I'm sorry. That's not the same as apologizing. Anyone can say I'm sorry. Even you and me. But not everyone can apologize."

"True enough. So why extend the olive branch now?" he asked.

"For the family. I'm not about to be responsible or aid in our family potentially falling apart. I'm not about to lose the people that I love and care about the most nor would I ever force them to choose just because of two people I don't care for. So I will put my pride aside for the good of the family," she replies.

"Like you always do?" he asked.

"Yes, like I always do," she replies.

The two were walking to her office.

"What's on your calendar, Your Majesty?" she asked.

"I have a meeting with the generals to monitor the situation going on in Gemmora," he replied.

"Are they still worried about the Civil War going on?" she asks.

"Yes. The war between King Eli and Queen Vanda could be disastrous for us and many of our allies," he replies.

Shanelle winced. 

"Who knew a divorce would spark an actual war?" she asked.

Marquise shrugged.

"I certainly didn't know. But I can't be too surprised by it. Eli has always been selfish and Vanda has always been stubborn," he replied.

"Is that all you have to do today?" she asks.

"Nope. I also have to name the new military base and destroyer in Cronullia, and then I have to officially welcome the now-former King and Queen of Auveral to their new living quarters here," he replied. 

Shanelle made a face.

"Does that include their two little demon seeds?" she asked.

"Unfortunately," he replied.

"Ugh! Tell me again why you agreed to let them live here?" she asked.

"To gain Auvernal as a kingdom I had to make this unfortunate concession. But! Queen Reena is paying for it. Literally. They will foot the bill. Cordonia will do nothing but play host." he replies.

"Their devil spawns won't be going to school with Khari, will they?" she asks.

"Nope. Their new home is in Lythikos. So they'll be far away from our daughter." he replies.

"But that means they'll be near Olivia..."

Marquise winked at her.

"Precisely. She insisted that they be placed there. So they'll have to deal with The Scarlet Duchess and her new wife."

Shanelle snickered just as they arrived at her office. 

"And this is where I must bid you adieu, my Queen."

Shanelle kissed him sweetly. 

"I'll see you for lunch?" she asks.

"Of course," he replied.

"Okay. I'll see you later."

She watched her husband disappear down the hall before she walked into her office and breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want her husband to know what she was up to. She was having a birthday surprise made for him and she needed to confirm with the artist. 

After spending an hour confirming the final details of the present with the artist, she was on the phone with Dee about her birthday dinner.

"Girl you look ready to pop."

Shanelle groaned.

"I am. I want these two out of my womb! I want my bed back!" 

Dee snickered. 

"I can't wait to meet them."

"You and their sister," Shanelle said with a laugh.

Dee giggled.

"Okay, baby what are we doing for your birthday dinner?" she asked Dee.

"I'm thinking Italian. Preferably something with pasta." Dee replies.

"Hmm...how about a pasta bar?" Shanelle asks.

"Don't you think that's a bit much? It's not gonna be that many people." Dee said.

"Hello, table for three."

"Fair. Also, that way everyone can get whatever they want." Dee replies.

"Precisely, and what about dessert?" Shanelle asked.

Dee and Shanelle said the answer together.

"Cheesecake!" 

The two laughed. 

"Then I guess that does it on my end. I will send these off to Everett and I will see you in a few days."

"Thank you so much, Nelle. I appreciate your help and your hosting."

"Always love. You know me. Anything for family."

That's when Shanelle noticed the faraway look in Dee's eyes.

"Are you okay babe?" she asks.

"Huh?" Dee replies.

"You looked like you were a million miles away for a second."

Dee sighed.

"Can I be honest?" Dee replied.

"Always."

"Something happened."

"What? What is it?" Shanelle asks. 

Dee took a deep breath.

"I went out with Zack and a few of our old friends a few days ago and got a little too white girl wasted."

"Uh oh."

"But that's not the part that should worry you."

"Talk to me. What's going on?" Shanelle asks.

"I'm not sure how to tell you," Dee replies. 

"You know I will never judge you."

"I know I just..." Dee trailed off.

"What is it, babe?" Shanelle asks.

"Zig was there," Dee replied.

Shanelle winced.

"Yikes!"

"Yeah. He helped me into an Uber. And I swear it was totally innocent. But the paparazzi were there too. And they took pictures."

Shanelle groaned.

"What kind of pictures?" Shanelle asks.

"Very compromising pictures..." Dee replies.

"And how do you know they took pictures?" Shanelle asks.

Dee just looked at Shanelle.

"My publicist told me a paparazzo was trying to leak them."

Shanelle let out an explosive breath. 

"Please tell me that dragon your husband dares to call a mother doesn't know about it."

"No. At least not yet. And normally I would've let her handle it but I don't need her lording it over me."

Shanelle nodded decisively.

"Say no more. I'll take care of it."

Dee visibly relaxed. 

"I love you! Thank you so much."

"Of course. You have enough to deal with. Besides I am not trying to give that old windbag any more ammunition to use against you. It's bad enough that she's constantly around my niece." 

"She's AJ's grandmother Nelle."

Shanelle made a face. 

"I don't give a goddamn who the bitch is or who she thinks she is. I don't like her being around my niece. And another thing! That old hag is as much of a grandmother as she is a saint. Which is to say not at all!"

Dee died laughing.

"You are so petty."

"Made you laugh. Mission accomplished."

Dee shook her head. 

"Thank you, Nelle. Really."

"Babe, I love you. And I only ever want to see you happy. You know this." 

Dee smiled.

"You've always been that way."

"And I always will be. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon!" 

After hanging up with Dee it was time to eat. She met Marquise in her favorite side courtyard for lunch. When she walked out to the courtyard he was on the phone. He winked at her as she got closer. 

"Oui mon oncle. On se voit la semaine prochaine. Très bien. À plus tard." he said before hanging up.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Abhi. He'll be here next week to do the final fittings and measurements on us," he replies. 

"Yay! It's been ages since Abhi has been home. How is he? How's Vivienne?" she asked.

"He mentioned that she is doing great. They have a grandson of their own on the way," he replies.

"They do? That's great! I'm happy for them." 

"Indeed. He's due in December. Now I'm hungry so let's eat. We have quite the spread. They made us Lobster Rolls with prosciutto-wrapped scallops and creamed Spinach."

"If these Lobster Rolls aren't like the ones at Harry's Sea Shack in Martha's Vineyard, I will be highly disappointed. Also, what's for dessert?" she asked.

He uncovered two dishes revealing two deluxe hot fudge brownie sundaes.

"Yes! Let's eat!" 

The couple sat down and tucked into their lunch.

"Mmmmmm! Okay so these aren't like Harry's but they're pretty damn close. And these scallops! Where have they been all my life?" Shanelle said as she enjoyed their lunch.

"I'm glad you like it. I was feeling nostalgic so I asked the kitchen for Lobster Rolls."

"Missing Boston?" she asked 

"Somewhat. Maybe after the boys are born we'll take them and Khari on a trip," he replies.

"I love that idea. It's been way too long since we've been to the brownstone anyway."

"Then it's settled when the boys are here and a little older we'll visit." 

"I love it when a plan comes together."

Marquise shook his head with a smirk. 

"This was such a good lunch. My compliments to the kitchen." Shanelle said as she finished her dessert.

"Yes, it was my love. Now how are you feeling?" Marquise asked.

"I'm okay. My virtual appointment is in an hour. I'm nervous though." she replies.

"Why?" he asks.

"There's a big possibility that she may put me on bed rest until these two are born," she replied.

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asks.

"Bronwyn's birthday party is Saturday and I still need to find an outfit. Khari's birthday party is the week after. Not to mention your birthday and The Last Apple Ball is the week after that! And if that's not bad enough, we still have to finish setting up the nursery here at the palace! I don't have time to sit still. I have too much to do." she replied.

Marquise rubbed the knuckles of her right hand. 

"And that is why I hope she does put you on bed rest."

"Marquise!"

"Listen to me before you bite my head off! I know you don't like sitting still. Hell, you outright hate it. And I understand that. Get up and go is who you are. But what I don't want or need is you putting unnecessary stress on yourself. Especially when we're so close to your due date. It's not good for you or the boys. So if Dr. Ramirez decides that bed rest is what's best for you for the remainder of this pregnancy, you will abide by it. Is that clear?" 

Shanelle sighed deeply. 

"Yes. I will abide by it," she said defeatedly.

Marquise nodded before bringing the back of her right hand to his lips for a soft kiss. 

"I know you're apprehensive. But no matter what happens, always remember it's all in the best interest of your health and the health of our boys."

"I know." 

Marquise stood up and helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as close as possible.

"I love you. You know that right?" he asked.

"I know. I love you too," she replies.

Shanelle sighed.

"I know it's all in my head. It's just that I'm so close. I can't stop now."

He kissed her forehead softly. 

"I know. You don't know how to stop. But I promise you, it'll be alright."

She smiled softly at him.

"You always know how to reassure me."

"And I always will," he said as he kissed her slowly. "I should let you go. The former Monarchs will be here soon."

Shanelle made a face. 

"Make sure they don't touch anything. I don't want their little crumb snatchers breaking my shit."

"Noted. I'll see you later my love."

"I'll see you later baby."

With one final kiss the two parted ways. When Shanelle got back to her office, there was an envelope sitting on her desk. 

"That was not there when I left," Shanelle said to herself.

As she sat down at her desk she stared at the strange envelope. Contemplating what it could be.

"This is too small and too light to be a bomb. This shit better not be anthrax," she said as she picked up the envelope. 

She tested its weight in her hand. It felt weighty but not heavy. And when she shook the envelope something moved. There was definitely something inside.

"Okay. I want to know what's inside but I don't want to know. But I want to know. But I don't want to know. But I want to know. But I don't want to know. But I want to know!"

So she decided to open the envelope. After grabbing a letter opener she faced the envelope away from her, squeezed her eyes shut, and opened it. When she didn't see any kind of powdery substance she breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Okay since you're not a bomb or anthrax what are you?" 

As if she expected an answer. She turned the envelope over and a card fell out. 

"Seriously?" 

When she opened the card and read it she damn near dropped it. Inside the card was a note from Marquise.

For you my Queen. Happy Birthday. 

There were also tickets to see Usher in Vegas for her birthday.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" she squealed happily. 

She couldn't believe that her husband got her VIP tickets to see Usher live in concert. And the best part is he even got tickets for the girls. What she didn't know is that His Majesty was listening on the other side of the door. With a smirk, he had the doorman open the door.

"Are you alright my love?" he asked as he walked in, "I heard you screaming. Oh! I see you got your birthday present."

She nearly ran him over. 

"Oh My God! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank youuuuuu!" she squealed as she hugged him.

"You're most welcome, my love."

"When did you have time to do this?!" she asks, holding the tickets in her hands. 

"A few weeks ago. I had to call in a few favors but I was able to get it done," he replies.

"I can't wait to tell the girls! They're gonna flip!" 

Seeing the joy on her face made his heart flip.

"I'm sure you girls will have a lot of fun."

"We always do."

Just then her phone rang. 

"That must be Dr. Ramirez."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it. Let me know what she says."

"Will do."

He stepped out just as she answered the phone. 

"Good afternoon Dr. Ramirez!" Shanelle said in greeting.

"Good afternoon Your Majesty! How are you?" Dr. Ramirez replies.

"I'm doing okay. All things considered."

"That's good. I have your latest test results. Everything looks good. Your final weight is good. You're not over or under. Your blood pressure is still a little higher than I'd like it to be but it's not too concerning. Your iron levels have significantly improved. So that's good news there. So far I'm pleased with how you're progressing." 

Shanelle nodded. 

"Now I know that the Last Apple Ball is in a few weeks. And I know you're eager to know if you'll be able to attend."

"I am kinda hoping for good news. I have a few trips planned."

Dr. Ramirez chuckled softly.

"You needn't worry, Your Majesty. I see no reason to put you on bed rest for now."

Shanelle breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank goodness! Thank you, Dr. Ramirez."

"You're quite welcome, Your Majesty. Now lets you and I schedule our physical meeting for Friday morning at 8:30." 

"Okay, I can do that."

"Good. I will see you Friday."

"See you then Dr. Ramirez."

When Shanelle hung up the phone she was relieved. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! What a relief! Oh, how I love the month of October!" she said to herself. 

Meanwhile, His Majesty made his way to the throne room. The former King and Queen of Auvernal were arriving and he wanted to rub it in their faces. He had just gotten to the throne room when they arrived. As the former Royal Family walked in surrounded by guards, Marquise couldn't help the smug smirk on his face. 

"Bonjour à vos anciennes Majestés. Bienvenue à Cordonia. It's good to see you all in good health. I know the four of you are used to private flights so I hope flying coach wasn't too uncomfortable for you." 

Isabella just glared at Marquise. 

"Bradshaw! How are you? How have you been since the collapse of you and your wife's reign as King and Queen hmmm?" Marquise asked.

Bradshaw just stood there fuming.

"And of course, I can't forget about little Lyra and Issac. It must be tough not being a Prince and Princess anymore. But do not worry you two! You'll get used to being commoners soon enough." 

"Don't you dare speak to my children that way!" Isabella snapped at Marquise. 

"I think you mean Bradshaw's children, Izzy. How fitting that you two who clearly can't stand each other can't get a divorce without running the risk of the true paternity of these two lovely twins getting out. Because if you thought the trouble you went through before was bad...just wait until the world finds out that those two precious demon seeds aren't actually yours."

"Are you here to torture us Marquise?" Bradshaw asked impatiently.

"When you address me from here on out Bradshaw,  you are to address me as Your Majesty," Marquise replied with a growl. "And no I won't waste much more of my time on you lot. I just wanted to see you before you're sent to Lythikos." Marquise replies.

"Lythikos?! Near that Duchess?" Isabella asked.

"Yes," Marquise replied.

"What is a Lythikos?" Isaac asked.

Marquise gave the boy a wolfish grin.

"I'm so happy you asked Issac! It's a place that's as cold as your daddy and mommy's hearts. It's a perfect place to put you and your God Awful twin sister," Marquise replies.

"How dare you! I have had enough of this!" Isabella sneered. 

"Finally we agree on something. Guards!" Marquise called out, "Get these peasants out of my sight."

Guards quickly swarmed the four before they hauled them away. 

"Au revoir mes amis. Que votre nouvelle maison soit aussi misérable que vous l'êtes."

Marquise walked to his office where he met Margo. She had a look on her face.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"We need to talk," she replied calmly. 

He knew the tone in her voice. He led her into his office and to the small couch. 

"Now what is it? Why do you want to talk?" he asked.

Margo took a deep breath.

"My doctor called. They've found pancreatic cancer." 

Marquise just stared at her stunned.

"What? What did you just say?" he asked.

"I have cancer, son," she replies.

Marquise shook his head no.

"No! No! No!"

Margo covered his hands with hers and squeezed gently.

"Please do not worry my son. It's in the very early stages. And my doctor is positive about the diagnosis."

"Mom."

"Sweet child. I am not going anywhere. I will fight until I can't anymore. Only God can take me away from you, my daughter-in-law, and especially my beautiful grandchildren." 

"I want to speak to your doctor and I want a second opinion."

Margo chuckled softly.

"You will never stop. Very well. You have my permission to speak to him on my behalf. But don't you dare yell at him! This is not his fault. It's my fault. And it's certainly not your fault. Is that understood?" she asked.

Marquise smiled sadly.

"Yes ma'am."

She kissed his cheek.

"My boy. Papa would be proud to see you still protecting our family."

"I always will Maman. Now do you need anything? Do the others know?" he asked.

"Yes. I've told almost everyone. I haven't told Shanelle or Khari or Callie." she replies.

"I want Shanelle and me to be there when you tell Khari."

"Of course my King." 

"Tell Khari what?" Shanelle asked as she walked in. 

"Here come sit down for a second," Marquise replies.

Shanelle sat down next to Margo. 

"Okay. I'm sitting down. What is it?" Shanelle asks.

Margo cleared her throat.

"There's no easy way to say this but I have Pancreatic Cancer."

Shanelle was stunned.

"Oh, my God! Margo..."

"Please not you too. I will be okay. It's in the early stages. I'm not going down without a fight."

Shanelle shook her head with a small smile.

"That's my girl! Don't you dare give up!"

Margo winked at Shanelle.

"As much as I loved my George I have grandbabies to love more. I can't leave them."

"What about me?" Marquise asked Margo.

Margo scoffed.

"What about you? You're even more of an old codger than your father was. I don't have to love you anymore. My love is now strictly for all of my grandbabies." Margo replies.

Marquise made a face.

"Fine...I can accept that."

"It's not like you have a choice." Shanelle quipped.

"I swear I regret getting married in the first place," Marquise muttered. 

He shook his head. 

"Mama you look tired, you should go rest."

Margo cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Is that an order my King?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll get Khari from school so you don't have to."

"Very well Your Majesty. I shall relax at your request."

"No need to get smart, Maman."

Margo smirked before she stood up and hugged him.

"Thank you, my son."

He kissed her forehead.

"Always. I'll check on you later."

Margo smiled at Shanelle before leaving his office. Shanelle looked at her husband. 

"Are you okay?" she asked as he sat down next to her. 

"No, but I will be on the phone with her doctor after Khari gets home and I will be getting her a second and third opinion," he replies.

Shanelle rubbed his arm.

"Babe..."

Marquise sighed.

"I know. I just...I hate this. I hate feeling this way."

"I know you want to protect her. In the same way, she has always protected you but this is a monster that you can't fight on your own. You have to trust Margo."

"I do. I trust her with my life. I just..." he trailed off.

Shanelle kissed his cheek.

"That's what I love about you, you always want to protect your family. That's your driving force."

"Indeed."

Just then Marquise's phone buzzed in his pocket.

"What is it?" Shanelle asked.

Marquise read the notification and died laughing.

"Now I gotta know. What's so funny?" she asked.

"See for yourself," he replied as he handed her the phone.

"Former Queen Genevieve Stannos-Miller files for divorce! Citing infidelity. Claims her husband King Edward Miller fathered a child with their now former daughter-in-law!" Shanelle read out loud.

"Now you see why I laughed so hard."

Shanelle cracked up.

"Oh, my God! This will ruin them! I mean they're already ruined but this will seal the fate of that family." Shanelle said with a satisfied smirk.

"Your Majesty! How cruel can you be to your own kin?" he asked in feigned shock.

Shanelle cackled.

"I'll say one thing for your pet project: she turned out to be more useful than I could've ever given her credit for."

Marquise snickered.

"How is she by the way?" Shanelle asked.

"Curious, my love?" he replies.

"I want to make sure that she's living up to her end of the deal." 

"She has been doing fantastically. According to Drake."

"How would Walker..." she trailed off.

Marquise smirked.

"How indeed..."

(Shanelle's reaction). 

"You didn't!"

He shrugged. 

"She knows and willingly agreed to the terms of the contract she signed. Besides, since we'll be busy this month, he's my eyes and ears on the ground at the border with Gemmora. So the way I see it, two birds and one stone."

"Alexa! Play Ho by Ludacris!" 

Marquise laughed.

"You're a mess."

"And you love me for it, sir."

Marquise looked at his Apple Watch.

"Time for me to go get our little one."

"Let me go with you. I can use the fresh air."

Marquise offered her his arm.

"Let us be off."

The two departed the palace and headed to Khari's school. Marquise actually enjoyed picking her up from school. It gave him a chance to get out and be amongst the people. Especially the other parents of the school. He enjoyed speaking with them and learning who they are and what they do. It made him feel more connected to them. Whether or not he liked seeing Khari walk out with her friend was a different story entirely.

He and Shanelle were standing out by the main gate when they opened up and the children came out. When Marquise first saw Khari he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. That smile melted when he also saw Khari's new friend Xavier. They were walking out holding hands as they had been doing. 

When Shanelle looked up from her phone and saw the look on her husband's face, she started snickering. 

"Why is she holding his hand like that?" he asks in a very disgusted tone.

"Like what?" she replies.

"Like that! Like they're really close friends." 

"You mean like they're boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asks.

"Yes!" he replied.

Shanelle rolled her eyes. 

"Stop being jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" he sneered.

"Uh-huh. Then why do you look like somebody shot your dog?" she asked.

Marquise groaned as Khari got closer.

"Hi, Daddy! Hi Mommy!" Khari said as she walked up.

"Hi, baby!" Shanelle said to Khari before addressing Xavier, "Hello Xavier!"

Xavier smiled. 

"Hello, Your Majesty!" he said to Shanelle before holding his hand out to shake Marquise's hand, "Hello Khari's dad!"

Marquise smiled tightly as he shook Xavier's hand.

"Hello, Xavier! How are you today?" Marquise asked.

"I'm good Mr. King! How are you?" Xavier replies.

"I'm doing quite well, thank you."

Xavier heard his name being called.

"That's my mom! I gotta go! Bye, Khari! Bye, Your Majesty!" Xavier said before running off to his mom.

"You ready to go Daddy?" Khari asked.

"Yes, my love. Let's go!" Marquise replies.

Khari hopped in with Shanelle softly laughing at her husband. 

"Shut. Up. Get. In." Marquise said to Shanelle.

Shanelle got in before Marquise joined them and they were off.

"Daddy? Can we stop for a snack?" Khari asked.

"Sure. What's your pleasure?" he replies.

"Ice cream!" 

Marquise nodded.

"Ice cream it is. What about you, my love?" he asked Shanelle.

"I could go for a double scoop."

"Gerald! Will you take us to Khari's favorite ice cream shop?" Marquise asked the driver. 

Later that evening Shanelle was on the phone with her girls.

"Sooooo I have a question for y'all! How do you girls feel about going to Vegas with me to see Usher live in concert?" she asked.

"Usher? As in fine as hell, can sing his pretty tail off, and can dance for days? That Usher?" Chut asks.

"Yes, THAT Usher. So what do you girls say? You in?," Shanelle replies.

"I'm already packed when do we leave?" Robin asks.

The girls laughed.

"Oh! I'm definitely in." Bronwyn said. 

"So am I!" Dee piped up.

"Agreed!" Aly and Chut said together.

"And okay. I might have an ulterior motive for this trip. Because the concert is on my birthday, which is a Friday. And I was hoping that on Saturday we could celebrate a certain someone who is getting married the weekend after with her bachelorette party?" 

"Ooh!" the girls said.

Shanelle looked at Nina. 

"Whaddya say best friend? You coming?" she asks Nina.

"Viva Las Vegas!" Nina replies.

"Pack ya bags girls! We going to Vegas!" Shanelle announced.  

That Friday after her appointment with Dr. Ramirez was done. The Royals were on a flight to LA for Bronwyn's all-white birthday party. And when they landed Shanelle still hadn't found an outfit to wear. 

"No! No! No! No! And no! I don't like any of these!" she complained. 

Marquise peered at his wife over his book.

"And why don't you like any of these dresses?" he asked.

"Because I look like Moby Dick in these dresses!" she replies.

Marquise let out an annoyed sigh before putting his book down and walking over to Shanelle and pinching her.

"Ow! What was that for?" she asks.

"That was for annoying me," he replies.

Shanelle rubbed her arm.

"So now I annoy you?" she asks.

"You always annoy me. Especially when you act like this," he replies.

Shanelle crossed her arms and glared at him.

"And how am I acting?" she asks.

"Like a spoiled brat who doesn't understand that there is nothing wrong with her or the way she looks," he replies. 

Shanelle pouted.

"You didn't have to snap at me like that," she said quietly.

Marquise ran a hand down his face. 

"You're right. I'm sorry. But you know I hate it when you get like this."

"I can't help it. I'm huge. It's hard not to notice."

"Do you want me to pinch you again?" he asked.

"You pinch me again and I will punch you dead in your face," she sneered.

He scoffed before leaning closer. 

"I'd love to see you try."

Shanelle glared at him.

"Now you can either pick one of the dresses to wear tomorrow or you can stay here while I go to the party alone. Either way, I'm done hearing you complain." 

He watched her storm out before going back to his book. 

The two spent most of the day not speaking to one another. Even when they went out to dinner at Spago together neither paid any attention to the other. 

Later that night Marquise had just finished writing in his daily journal when Shanelle finally came to bed. Out of the corner of his right eye, he watched her climb into bed and lay her head on his shoulder. He knew she wouldn't stay mad at him for long.

"Are you ready to talk to me now?" he asked as she snuggled next to him.

Shanelle nodded her head yes.

"Good. Now why are you so upset?" he asked.

"I'm not upset. I'm annoyed," she replied.

"Okay, why are you annoyed?" he asks. 

"Because you were being a dismissive jackass again," she replied.

"I'm being a dismissive jackass again? Okay, so what was I supposed to do Shanelle? Was I supposed to just sit back and listen to you berate yourself again? Is that what you're telling me?" he asked.

"No," she replies.

"Sure sounds like it."

Shanelle scoffed. 

"Of course, you wouldn't understand."

"Okay then help me to understand."

"You don't understand how hard it is to be pregnant and not find something that doesn't make me look bad or worse feel bad."

He rubbed her arm.

"I do understand my love. I know that this entire pregnancy has been a challenge. I'm not dismissing how you feel about that. Because I know that this pregnancy has brought out the worst of your insecurities. What I am doing is trying to get you to stop berating and belittling yourself just because an outfit doesn't look right on you."

She stayed quiet because she knew he had a point. 

"Cat got your tongue?" he asks.

"No," she replies.

"You sure? Normally you have a smart-ass retort ready."

Shanelle rolled her eyes. 

"Now are you still annoyed?" he asks.

"Not as much as I was," she replied. 

"That's better than yes so I'll take it."

Shanelle sighed. 

"I may have overreacted just a bit."

"You may have overreacted just a bit?" he asks.

"Yes. Are you happy now?" she replies. 

Marquise pushed her off of him.

"Are you sick? You don't have Covid do you?" he asked.

"No, I don't have Covid you idiot!" she replies.

"Are you sure? Because YOU just admitted that YOU may have overreacted."

"I take it back!"

"Too late!"

Shanelle chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. 

"Maybe you did overreact but you're not the only one that needs to apologize."

"Admittedly you didn't do anything."

"I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm sorry."

She snuggled against him. 

"You're such a teddy bear. Grumpy yet lovable."

"That's not what a teddy bear is."

"Whatever."

"If it makes you feel any better, I ordered you some more dresses. They'll be here in the morning."

"What happens if I don't like them?" she asks.

"As long as you don't show up in a feathered boa, a g-string, and stilettos, who cares what you look like?" he replies.

Shanelle snorted. 

"A feathered boa, a g-string, and stilettos, huh?" she asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Don't steal my joy," he replies.

Shanelle shook her head before kissing her husband goodnight. 

"Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight baby."

He laid his left hand on her stomach as they drifted off to a combined sleep. 

The next day they were getting ready for the party with Robin who was riding with them. Marquise got ready before the girls and was waiting for them when Robin got dressed first.

"Okay, big bro. Whaddya think? How do I look?" Robin asked him. 

"Do a spin for me?" he replies.

Robin spun around once. 

"Still beautiful as ever."

"Thank you, big bro." 

Robin noticed the watch in his hand. 

"Ooh! That's a nice watch. Is it a Rollie?" she asks.

"Nope. Patek Philippe," he replies before rolling up the right sleeve of his suit jacket showing two more watches, "That's a Rolex. On top of an Audemars Piguet." 

"Soooo..." she started to say before he cut her off, "No."

Robin sucked her teeth.

"You don't even know what I was about to say!"

"Yes, I do. You were getting ready to ask me to buy you one. As if I don't spoil you enough already."

Robin rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't gonna ask you that! But since you opened your big mouth..."

Marquise groaned.

"You gonna buy me one?" she asked.

Marquise looked at her like she had two heads.

"Do I look like a jewelry store to you?!" he asked.

"Yes," she replies.

"Ugh! You are the worst!" 

She hugged his arm.

"And you love me for it."

Marquise grumbled under his breath before handing her a small box.

"Here." 

"You serious?" she asked.

"Should I take it back?" he replies.

Robin snatched the box out of his hands. And when she opened the box there was a Rose Gold and Diamond Ladies Audemars Piguet watch. 

"You had Rain's name and his birthday put on the bezel..."

"You're welcome."

She hugged him.

"Thank you, big bro. You do love me."

"Yeah, I do. Otherwise, you'd be taking a cab to the party."

Robin punched him in the arm.

"You jerk!"

He snickered. 

"You love me."

"Sometimes."

"Better than never."

They may be blood-related but they are still siblings. He cares about her. Even though she always gives him wrinkles.

"You know you never told me what happened with Cole."

"I didn't tell you what happened with Fencio either. Besides the less you know the better."

"What did you do?" she asks.

"That's on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know," he replies. 

"Ugh!" 

He looked at her out of the corner of his right eye.

"Fine. All you need to know is that it involved a reimagining of Dr. Frankenstiein's monster."

Robin just looked at him.

"What does that mean?" she asks.

Marquise just shrugged. 

"D'awwwwwwwwww! Look at the siblings bonding!" Shanelle said as she walked into the room. 

Robin and Marquise were both stunned by Shanelle's outfit. Or lack thereof. 

"Daaaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnnnnnn Girl!" Robin said to her.

"That's what you're wearing?" he asked his wife.

"Yeah," she replied with a slow twirl. "You like it?"

"You look stunning mama!" Robin said to her.

"Thank you, baby." 

Marquise made a face. 

"What?" Shanelle asked him.

"Where's the rest of it?" he asked.

"What do you mean? This is it." Shanelle replies.

"There's nothing there."

"I'm wearing a bodysuit!"

"And not much else. Is that mesh?" he asked.

"Yes. Loosely styled like a toga," she replies.

Marquise shook his head. 

"Well, you certainly know how to bend the rules."

"Aren't you the one who said it didn't matter what I wore as long as I didn't show up to the party in a feathered boa, a g-string, and stilettos?" she asked.

"First of all, that's not what I meant when I said that and you know it. And second, I'd like to point out that your outfit is not white," he replies.

"Noted. Now let's go." 

Rather than argue Marquise got up and walked out. When he and the girls got outside their rides were waiting. He helped Robin into her ride before helping Shanelle into theirs. And off to the party they all went. As they rode to the winery, Shanelle's phone buzzed. When she looked at her phone she smiled.

"I know that smile. What did you do?" he asked.

"Just confirmed that most of Bron's birthday presents will be delivered," she replies.

"Most of them?" he asked.

"Yeah. The biggest one won't fit in the parking lot," she replies.

"Gotcha." 

When they got to the winery the party was in full effect. The drinks were flowing. The cameras were flashing. It was a great time to be had. The couple found a corner to sit in out on the patio. 

"Well, this party is a rousing success," Marquise said to Shanelle.

"Yup. Bronwyn really outdid herself. Everything looks amazing." 

"Everything tastes amazing," he said as he poured himself a glass of the winery's newest flavor, Sexy Red Bomb.

"Are you really about to drink that in front of me?" she asked him.

He took a big sip.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Did you want some of this?" he replied.

"You're such an ass." she sneered.

Marquise snickered.

"Nelle!" Bron called out.

"There's my birthday girl!" Shanelle replies.

The two embraced. 

"Umm, what are you wearing?" Bronwyn asks.

"Oh, this? This is an improvisation of the dress code. Unless you wanted me walking around looking like Moby Dick." Shanelle replies.

Bronwyn looked at Marquise. 

"You let her walk out wearing this?" Bronwyn asks him.

Marquise snorts before taking another sip.

"Since when does she listen to me?" he replies.

"Point taken." 

Shanelle rolled her eyes good-naturally. 

"You two can stop ganging up on me now."

"How are you two enjoying the party?" Bronwyn asked.

"Everything is beautiful, baby. You did great." Shanelle replies.

"Thank you, Nelle. That means a lot."

The two smiled at each other before a loud truck horn blared. Everyone looked around. 

"What in the world was that?" Marquise asked.

Bronwyn and Shanelle looked at each other. 

"We have no idea," they replied.

"I'll be right back," Bronwyn said before running off to investigate. 

Marquise looked at Shanelle who had a smirk on her face.

"Is that the birthday surprise?" he asked.

"That's part of it," she replies.

He nods. 

"Let's go see the fun shall we?" he asks.

She smirks as they both stood up and walked to where everyone was gathered. A large transport truck carrying a Cadillac Escalade, a Mercedes G-Wagon, A Range Rover, and a Porsche Cayenne was parked outside by the entrance.

"Nice variety," Marquise whispered to his wife.

"Just wait," she whispered back.

"I'm looking for the owner of the winery." the driver of the transport truck announced. 

"That's me." Bronwyn replied, "What is this?"

"I was told to deliver these to you." the driver said to her. 

Bronwyn looked at Logan. 

"Did you do this?" she asked Logan.

He shook his head no.

Shanelle and Marquise snickered to themselves. 

"Then who did?" Bronwyn asks.

The driver started to unload the vehicles with many looking around at each other. Once the trucks were unloaded the driver handed Bronwyn the keys to each as well as a card and wished her a good night. 

Bronwyn turned the card over in her hand before opening and reading it.

"It says to look in the glove box of the Escalade," Bronwyn said out loud.

"Watch," Shanelle whispered to her husband.

Bronwyn climbed into the Escalade and looked in the glove box and found an iPad inside. When she opened it a video played.

"Good evening Mrs. Ellis! My name is Capt. Rolando Gueverra. If you've found this iPad, that means it's time to reveal your final birthday present." the man said before panning out to show a private jet in a hangar. "In addition to your new trucks, this is your brand new Gulfstream G650. The crew and I can not wait to serve you and your family."

The video ended with one final message.

"Happy Birthday Beautiful! Love always, Nelle." 

Bronwyn couldn't believe it. When she got out of the Escalade she was in shock. 

"What did you do?" Marquise whispered to Shanelle.

"I got her a jet," Shanelle replies.

"Custom?" he asks.

"Of course," she replies.

"Nice!" 

They watched as Bronwyn explained everything to Logan. Logan looked over at Shanelle.

"YOU GOT HER A JET?!" he asked.

Shanelle just shrugged with a smirk. 

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TOP THAT?!" he asks.

"That's a you problem, not a me problem sir," Shanelle replies.

Logan shook his head with a laugh.

"Gee, thanks!"

"You're welcome!" 

When Bronwyn ran over to Shanelle she gave her a giant hug.

"Thank you so much, Nelle. You really are a Queen." 

"Bout time you peasants realized it."

Bronwyn snorted. 

"You're a mess."

Bronwyn looked at Marquise. 

"Sir. Did you know she was gonna do this?" Bronwyn asked him.

Marquise took a big gulp of his drink.

"Nope. Didn't know about this until we got here," he replied.

Shanelle shook her head.

"But in all seriousness, I truly hope you enjoy the gifts."

"We sure will!" Logan piped up.

Shanelle scoffed.

"We?! When did you start speaking French?" Shanelle asked Logan.

"When my wife got a jet for our birthday," Logan replies.

"I can't stand you," Shanelle said with a snicker.

"You love me."

"Maybe. Also, your move sir." 

"Sheeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" 

Logan started patting his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Shanelle asks.

"I'm looking for where the hell you think I'm supposed to get that kinda money from," Logan replies.

"Ooh! I hate you!" Shanelle said with a laugh.

"Made you laugh. But for real, thank you, sis."

Shanelle hugged him.

"Always."

"Love you."

"Love you too Squirt."

Logan groaned.

"When are you gonna stop calling me that?" Logan asks.

"When you stop being the runt of the family," Shanelle replies.

Logan looked at Marquise. 

"Dude. Get your wife."

Marquise snickered. 

"You two enjoy the rest of the party," Logan said to the couple, "me and this sexy thing are going for a ride."

"Don't you crash her car, Logan." Shanelle warned.

"Yes, Mom..." Logan teased. 

"Boy get out my face!" Shanelle snapped at him.

The two smiled at each other.

"I love you, sis."

"I love you too."

Shanelle watched them climb into the Porsche and drove off. 

"Take a victory lap, my love. You did good." Marquise said to Shanelle. 

"And I'm just getting started," Shanelle replies.

That following Monday the couple was back home in Cordonia, finishing their lunch in their side garden and previewing the photos of their daughter's birthday shoot.

"Look at her! She looks great! Sev did amazing!" Shanelle said as they looked at the pictures. 

"Yes, she does. I can't believe she turns 5 Friday." Marquise said. "Where has all the time gone?"

"I wish I knew. Our baby isn't a baby anymore." Shanelle replies.

"She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's a big girl now."

"Yeah, I know. I look at her and I still can't believe that the tiny little human who wrapped her hand around your finger is a big girl." 

Marquise rubbed her shoulders. 

"I know. It's amazing to see her personality begin to blossom. She's so much like you."

"Give yourself some credit babe. She's like you too. She has your sense of compassion and fairness. And your sense of utter foolishness."

He chuckled.

"True enough."

"At least we don't have to worry about party planning. I'm so grateful to Bron and Lo and their staff for hosting her birthday party."

"Same. She'll love it."

"Indeed she will."

Just as they were finishing breakfast an attendant walked up.

"Pardon the interruption Your Majesties, but you have a guest waiting in the boutique."

Marquise shook his head with a smile.

"Abhi is here. Which means we have measurements and fittings to get done."

"Then let's not keep him waiting, my King."

The couple left the garden and made their way to the Palace boutique where Abhi had just finished setting up.

"Bonjour oncle Abhi! Ravi de vous voir!" Marquise said as he and Shanelle walked in.

"Neveu! C'est bon de vous voir, vous et ma nièce aussi!" Abhi replied as the two embraced. 

Abhi looked at Shanelle with a fond smile.

"Hello, my niece! Look at you, my dear! You are glowing!"

"Thank you, Abhi. I appreciate that. It's good to have you home."

"It's good to be home. Now all I need is to spoil my Princess."

Shanelle shook her head with a chuckle.

"Just what she doesn't need."

Abhi laughed. 

"In the meantime, come nephew. Let's get you fitted."

For the next hour and a half, Shanelle watched and laughed as Abhi and Marquise fussed at each other. 

"Ai!" Marquise yelped as Abhi stabbed him with a sewing needle. 

"Stop fidgeting!" Abhi fussed.

"Put your glasses on, old man!"

"I can see just fine nephew."

"If that were the case you wouldn't be stabbing me in my hip with your needle!" 

"You never have learned to hold still!"

"That's because you're always stabbing me!"

"Then hold still! Besides, I'm almost done."

"I hope so," Marquise muttered. 

"You two are adorable," Shanelle said to them. 

"Totally hilarious." Marquise deadpanned.

"And done!" Abhi announced.

"Finally!" Marquise said.

"Taisez-vous! Now how do the pants feel?" Abhi asked Marquise.

"Stab wounds aside, they feel good. They can be taken up at the hem of the legs a little bit." Marquise replies.

"I will keep that in mind. Now let's try on the jacket."

Marquise slipped on the suit jacket.

"How does the jacket feel, nephew?" Abhi asked.

"It's a little tight in the shoulders but other than that it feels fine," Marquise replies.

Abhi nodded as he scribbled something on a notepad he took out of his pocket. 

"I will take it out at the shoulders when I get to the shop," Abhi said to Marquise before turning his attention to Shanelle, "Now for my Queen. Come, come! I have your dress ready." 

Abhi unzipped a garment bag revealing a beautifully flowing red gown. 

"Abhi, it's beautiful!" Shanelle said to him.

"Thank you, my niece. Now let's see how you look in it."

Shanelle ducked behind a screen and reappeared wearing the dress.

"Well, how is it, my Queen?" Abhi asked.

"Oh. My. God! Abhi, it feels amazing," Shanelle replies.

"Good, good! Now that I'm looking at it I need to take it up at the hem so that it's not sweeping the floor so much." 

"No, keep it. It helps hide my huge feet."

Abhi looked at her confusedly.

"There's nothing wrong with your feet, niece."

"Tell that to your nephew."

Abhi looked over at Marquise with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"Neveu, avez-vous menti sur ses pieds pour lui faire peur?" 

Marquise shrugged.

"Non. Je lui dis juste la vérité qu'elle n'aime pas entendre et accepter." 

Abhi shook his head.

"Uh-huh. Stop scaring her. Her feet are not that big."

Marquise raised his hands in defeat. 

"Fine. I'll leave her alone. For now."

"I'm gonna change," Shanelle said before she ducked behind the screen. When she re-emerged she had the new dress in its garment bag.

"Well now that I have the Queen dressed all I'm missing now is my little Princess." 

"Lord, if she finds out that you're here," Shanelle said just as a pair of feet were heard coming down the hall.

"Sounds like she already knows." Marquise quipped.

"You told her, didn't you?" Shanelle asked Marquise. 

"Maybe..." Marquise replies.

The door to the boutique bursts open revealing a very excited Princess with Margo right behind her.

"Uncle Abhi!" she squealed as she ran to him.

"There's my Princess! How are you my dear?" he replies as he hugs her.

"I'm good! Are you here to bring Daddy a new suit?" Khari asked Abhi.

"Yes, and I even have a special surprise for you," Abhi replies. 

"Really?!" Khari asked.

"Yes, my dear. It's in that small garment bag."

Khari grabbed a small garment bag off a chair.

"This is for me?" Khari asks.

"Yes, my Princess. Now let's get you dressed." Abhi replies.

"Okay. Grammy, will you help me?" Khari asks.

"Of course darling," Margo replies.

Margo helped Khari change into her dress. When they emerged Shanelle and Marquise were speechless.

"Well Princess, what do you think?" Abhi asked Khari.

"I love it, Uncle Abhi! Thank you so much!" Khari replied as she twirled in her new dress. 

"You look as much of a vision as your mother. Speaking of, what do the parents think?" Abhi asked.

"It's gorgeous Abhi. Really." Shanelle replies.

"I look like you, Mommy," Khari said to Shanelle.

"You look better than me," Shanelle replied.

Abhi looked at Margo.

"Well? Any biting remarks from my sister?" Abhi asked her.

"Non! You did beautifully. You know this." Margo replies.

Marquise remained quiet.

"What's wrong son?" Margo asks.

"I've seen this dress before," Marquise replies.

"You have Daddy?" Khari asked.

"Yes, my love," Marquise replies.

"I would hope so. I only ever designed this dress for one other person." Abhi said before handing Marquise a folded old photo.

It was a picture of his mother and him as a child. She was wearing the same dress in a cream color with a hand on his shoulder.

"That's why I know this dress. This was the dress my mother wore to the first Cordonian Cotillion I ever went to." 

"You mean the same Cotillion you fussed about going to?" Margo asks.

"I didn't fuss!" Marquise replies.

Margo made a face.

"But Mother! I don't want to go!" Margo said mockingly.

Shanelle guffawed and Khari giggled.

"For the record, I was seven!"

"My sister's point exactly, nephew."  Abhi quipped.

Marquise shook his head.

"Okay fine. So I may have whined just a tad."

"Hah! That's an understatement." Margo piped up.

"You, thin ice," Marquise warned. 

Abhi smiled wistfully.

"I remember when your mother called and asked me to make a special suit for the Master Of Ceremonies."

"Master of Ceremonies?" Khari asks.

"Yes. It was the only way my mother was able to get me to go. She named me the Master Of Ceremonies for that night." Marquise replies. 

"What is that Daddy?" Khari asks her dad.

"It's the same as you being the Mistress Of Ceremonies for the Last Apple Ball," he replies. 

"Can I see the picture?" Khari asks.

Marquise handed her the picture. She looked at it with a smile. 

"Your Mommy looks so pretty Daddy."

"She was." Marquise agreed.

Khari held the picture to her heart.

"Uncle Abhi, can I keep this?" Khari asks.

"Of course. It's your father's picture anyway." Abhi replied. 

Khari looked at her father who simply nodded.

"I like her hair. Can I wear my hair like that?" Khari asks.

"In one long braid? I don't see why not. Right mom?" Marquise replies.

"Fine by me. Now come on sweetie. Let's hang your dress up." Shanelle said. 

As she and Khari went behind the screen, Marquise pulled Abhi and Margo to the side.

"I could've sworn you told my father that you would never make that dress again when he asked you to make it for Regina," Marquise said to Abhi.

"Non, I told him I never had a reason to make that dress again. But now thanks to my great niece, I do." Abhi replies. 

Marquise nodded.

"Thank you, Abhi. It means the world to me that Khari is wearing the only other rendition of my mother's dress. I am curious though. How did you get this photo?" Marquise asks.

"I gave it to him," Margo replies. "When your father started burning your mother's photo albums from her childhood in Auvernal, I got scared that he would burn her albums from her time as Queen as well. So I hid them from him and then when it was safe I sent them to Abh. And he's kept them all these years." 

Marquise nodded gratefully. 

"I understand."

"I will send them back to you," Abhi said.

Marquise shook his head no.

"Keep them, uncle. They're safe. That's all I care about."

Khari came from behind the screen with the garment bag in her arms. 

"Thank you, Uncle Abhi. I love my dress." Khari as she hugged Abhi.

"You're so welcome, my niece. I promise that you will be the most beautiful belle at the ball." Abhi replies.

"Will you be the Last Apple Ball?" Khari asks.

"You know I'm not sure. I think my invitation got lost in the mail." Abhi replies.

Khari made a face at her father.

"Daddy!" she fussed.

Shanelle and Margo died laughing.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don't look at me! I'm not the one who is handling the invitations."

"You're the King, Daddy! You're always supposed to invite everybody!" Khari fussed.

"I do! Besides, Uncle Abhi has a standing invitation! You know this." 

"But how will the people at the door know?" Khari asks.

"We'll make sure they know to let Uncle Abhi and Aunt Vivienne in," Shanelle replies.

"Okay, Mommy."

"Now I believe you have homework. Go get your homework done." Shanelle said to Khari.

"Okay," Khari replied before leaving the boutique.

Later that night as Shanelle got ready to climb into bed she noticed her husband standing on their balcony staring off into the distance.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asks as she stepped out onto the balcony.

"Sure," he replies.

"Are you okay babe?" she asked.

"I will be," he replies as he leaned against the stone railing. 

"Is the picture? Is that it?" she asked.

"That obvious?" he replied.

"You're not mad at Abhi and Margo are you?" she asks.

"No, not at all. It just..." he trailed off.

"Brought up a whole bunch of emotions you thought were buried?" she asks.

He nodded.

"Yeah. I hadn't seen that picture in years. It just hit. That's all." he replies. 

She softly kissed the back of his left shoulder.

"It's okay to feel, baby. You're allowed to."

He chuckled softly.

"I know. It's getting late so we should get some rest."

She slipped her right hand into his left as she led him back into the bedroom.

#khoicesbyk #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #fanfic #choices fanfiction #king marquise #king of cordonia #queen shanelle #queen of cordonia #love everlasting #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #black marriage #black couple #black love #king and queen of cordonia

[butchcinna]

For the Pearlina asks, 3 (we all know the answer probably I just want to hear your take on it), 30 aaaaaand 56?

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? // What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? // 3 was answered here!

30 .- It would depend on the situation! If something casual Pearl would pic for Marina some pink crop top and some nice shorts plus some accessories that made them match. Marina would give her a teal tanktop and some nice ripped black pants cause she knows her Pearlie misses her Punk attire sometimes. On something more formal Pearl would pic for Marina a nice fitting pastel dress, one that will go with her eyes nicely or a kick ass dark green suit. Marina depending on her mood would also go for a dress for Pearl or a full wonderful white and gold suit.

They are both futch your honor.

56.- Pearl adores feeling Marina touching her in general, so any nice caress or a hold a bit longer or stronger than usual will put her in the mood. Also Marina singing voice and humming can both relax her and make her want to make Marina sing in a different tune, you know?

Marina loves when Pearl is confident and bigger than life. She adores watching her freestyle and effortlessly sing and go though life. It only takes a wink in her direction or a breathless 'Rina' due to her natural excitement and Marina already feels her need

#Made in Cinna

[medic-simp]

𝒪𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝒸𝑒 -- Silco Fluff Short

Silco x Reader Pairing for the Year Of The OTP Event January Prompt “Snow”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || WC: 1015 Content Warnings: A little bit of flirting, a single ass slap 😳

Context: The River Pilt is frozen over and thus, much of topside is going out to skate. After a little bit of prying and using his beloved daughter as leverage, Celeste manages to convince Silco to take her and Jinx out skating. Will she get him on the ice?

@yearoftheotpevent​

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“Absolutely not!”

Silco was annoyed. Very annoyed. Blowing cigar smoke out of his nostrils he looked like a dragon ready to claw someone’s eyes out. Celeste wouldn’t be surprised if he committed to the idea.

“Oh come on,” she groaned, her head falling forward in exhaustion. “You know Jinx would love it…”

A small twitch in his lips.

Getting somewhere…

“She’ll love the view and it will be nothing but an incredible experience for her,” Celeste hummed, giving her lover a knowing look. Silco avoided her gaze, turning to look out the green-tinted window, not a single breath of noise leaving him as he watched snow fall beyond the stained glass. Celeste followed, slowly approaching and wrapping her arms around Silco’s small waist, resting her cheek against his back and listening to his heartbeat.

“Ice skating is not exactly my preferred environment,” Silco grumbled, obvious tension escaping his shoulders like a breath someone held for too long. “Why don’t you tote her over to the river?” he asked, taking a slow drag of his cigar and breathing the smoke out into a thoughtful, gray haze above him.

“It would mean more to Jinx if you took her yourself,” Celeste said calmly, drawing shapes into Silco’s vest, pressing enough for him to feel it but not too much to ruin the slight tickle in her touch. “You and I both know that.” She looked up at him, an automatic attempt to look for emotion on his usually static face, internally aware that she wouldn’t be able to see anything if he was looking forward.

Silco turned his head, glancing at Celeste from the corner of his eye, lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes shifted back to the window and his head followed as he took a conclusive inhale of his cigar before gently prying Celeste’s arms off him to stamp out the tobacco into the decorated ashtray on his desk. His fingers lingered in their pressured hold on the cigar, the pink and blue paint strokes on the ashtray catching his heartstrings and giving them a final tug.

Silco sighed in defeat, his lips curved into a disapproving scowl and could only Celeste smile, hiding the grin behind her hand whilst it only widened at the thought of Jinx and her long limbs - that she never seemed to know exactly what to do with - trying to find her bearings on the ice. She’d stumble and her legs would split away from each other, giving the appearance of a newborn animal trying to walk.

“Get your boots and put on a jacket,” Silco said, taking long strides to his coat rack, donning the heavy, gold-tipped article and patting down his sleeves and waist. Making sure he has his knives, Celeste thought, almost chuckling out loud at the comically characteristic action.

“I’ll get Jinx,” he hummed, settling the restless collar of his coat with nimble fingers, calm, heterochromatic eyes meeting Celeste’s in an endearing stare.

“Okay,” she whispered, holding Silco’s face and bringing him down for a kiss. The kingpin smiled against her lips, an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. Undetected by Celeste, Silco managed a hand to her lower back, reaching for her ass and slapping it. She yelped and jumped forward, giving Silco a discontented glare but unable to hide her growing smile.

“I expect a follow-up on that after this outing!” she declared, grinning cheekily as she slipped out of Silco’s hold to get her boots from their shared quarters.

“You’re going to put me on the spot prompting Jinx with this outing of yours,” Silco called from the other room, his restless tapping on the floor audible even at such a distance. Celeste smiled, rummaging through the walk-in closet for her boots and having difficulty finding them. Silco rarely had her outside during winter if he could help it, at least not long enough to warrant boots.

“You’ll be fine,” Celeste grunted, dragging a large box out of the closet to search through it, fumbling blindly for a recognizable boot texture. Her hands grasped until she struck a familiar suede fabric, dragging the boots out from the box and grinning triumphantly as spare articles of clothing were strewn about upon their surfacing. She kicked off her “house” shoes and grabbed the snow boots, tugging them on before haphazardly shoving clothes back into the box and the box back into the closet.

Celeste emerged from the bedroom to see Silco standing at the door, still impatiently tapping his foot. She grabbed her coat off the coat rack, shrugged it on, and stopped at the door in front of Silco. He looked down at her, fingers lingering on the gilded handle and the golden band on his finger matching the tint of the metal.

“If you think getting put on the spot is bad just you wait,” Celeste hummed, taking Silco’s other hand in both of hers, her eyebrow raised for comedic effect. “Because I’m about to put you on the ice.”

The drop in Silco’s face was incredibly obvious and he rolled his eyes, pushing through the door and leaving Celeste in his office, utterly unamused by her joke.

Celeste on the other hand couldn’t help but laugh. Her husband’s deep frown at the - in Celeste’s humble opinion - clever wordplay easily being the greatest sight of the day, soon to take second place to his ice skating abilities.

“Perhaps I should hire you for comedy shows in the bar,” Silco called from down the hall, the wry remark bringing about a grimace from Celeste and she hurried to lock the office door and catch up to the kingpin.

“I think that would run you out of a business.”

“I am inclined to agree.”

Silco’s heels clicked against the hardwood floor as he crossed the empty hallway and stopped in front of the stairs.

“Call for a carriage and I’ll gather Jinx,” he said, taking Celeste’s hand and kissing her knuckles tenderly.

“If you can muster it on the ride to the river, refrain from more of your terrible jokes.”

#fluff #domestic fluff #marriage #married life #slice of life #winter #ice skating #year of the otp #snow #january prompt #snow prompt #silco and celeste are married and i love it <3 #ALSO I LOVE THE COVER I MADE FOR THIS SO MUCH #JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Fav ships from your top 5 anime/movies/shows/books/musicals

Okay 5 total is impossible 🤣 However...... 5 EACH??? 👀👀👀

ANIME:

Zero/Yuki, from Vampire Knight. You never forget your first. FOREVER OTP MY ORIGINAL ANGSTY BABIES!!!!! 💕💕

InuKag & MirSan, from Inuyasha. I lowkey prefer MirSan these days lmao, but I cannot deny the impact InuKag had on my anime and fanfic experience... Precious idiotic babies 💕💕

Victor/Yuuri, from Yuri on Ice. Because WE WERE BORN TO SHIP VICUURIIIIII!!!!! 💕💕💕

Usagi/Mamoru, from the original Sailor Moon manga/Sailor Moon Crystal. Because FUCK WHAT THE 90's ANIME DID TO THESE TWO, ESPECIALLY POOR MAMOOOOO!!!!! (But seriously, their actual, original romance is *chef's kiss* 😍😍😍)

Ren/Kyoko, from Skip Beat! Like.... Holy fucking hell, y'all, I thought Inuyasha was bad with its slow burn! This????? Fucking THIS????? MY BABIES INSIST ON TORTURING MEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

~~~

MOVIES/SHOWS:

(I'm combining, cuz outside anime, I don't watch much TV lol)

Will/Elizabeth, from Pirates of the Caribbean. Bitch, these two were TEENAGE ANGSTY ROMANCE GOLD, but y'all were sleeping on them cuz of Captain Jack Sparrow (can't say I blame ya, I was just as bad lol but come ON!!!)

Buffy/Angel, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Because, apparently, I have a sado-masochistic side and actually ship this walking disastrous tragedy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Jack/Rose, from Titanic. Yes, I am, in fact, a Basic Bitch™ ✌

Anya/Dimitri, from Anastasia. Because this movie and this couple was fucking FORMATIVE in my childhood, okay???? 😭😭😭

Steve/Peggy, from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Because they deserve it. THEY DESERVED THAT DANCE. 😭😭😭

~~~

BOOKS:

Harry/Hermione, from Harry Potter. What can I say? I'm a slut for Friends to Lovers. Besides, I never understood the Ron/Hermione ship. I liked the idea of them, and the movies definitely made improvements and made moments cuter, but otherwise???? Idk I just shipped Harmony since 2003, so I ain't stopping now lmaoooo

Percy/Annabeth, from Percy Jackson & the Olympians. Hot take, but these two are what Ron/Hermione SHOULD HAVE BEEN. They are literally Romione to the Harmony power lmao 🤣

Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth, from Pride & Prejudice. Do I.... do I have to explain why????

Anne/Gilbert, from Anne of Green Gables & Emily/Teddy, from Emily of New Moon. Ah, yes. My very first Slow Burns™. Good times, good times... 🥰 They could have been Another Tragic What-If ships, but nope. Lucy Maud blessed us with happy endings. 😍

Rhett/Scarlett, from Gone With the Wind. Yes, this book/movie is problematic affffff, yes, their relationship is a dumpster fire, DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY I LOVE WATCHING MY IDIOTIC SOULMATES BURN THEIR SHIP LIKE A GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL VIKING FUNERAL GFJHKHDFGJGCJVHBJVBJHN 😭😭😭

~~~

Changing musicals to.....

DISNEY:

Kristoff/Anna, from the Frozen franchise. Because, 1) they're genuinely adorbs, but mainly 2) hot fucking DAMN, the fandom writes GOD-TIER smut fics of them!!!! 😍��😍🔥🔥🔥

Belle/Adam, from Beauty and the Beast (1991). Listen. LISTEN. You cannot look me in the eye and say that the scene where Belle is stroking the Beast's face as he laid dying and the music is fucking swelling in such bittersweet gorgeousness didn't make you tear up/choke up a bit. You cannot. 😭😭😭

Tarzan/Jane, from Tarzan. You know how I said earlier that Anastasia was formative? SO WAS THIS FUCKING SHIP. THAT SCENE WHEN TARZAN IS TEACHING JANE HOW TO SWING ON A VINE AND THEY SHARE A MOMENT????? THAT SEXUALLY TENSE MOMENT THAT YOU COULD CUT WITH A KNIFE????? HOLY SHIT THAT CHANGED MY (then 7-year-old) LIFE!!!!! 😍😍😍

Aladdin/Jasmine, from Aladdin (1992). Yeah, bitch, I, too, wished to be whisked away on a magic carpet ride and travel the world with a hot guy. What of it???

Rapunzel/Eugene, from Tangled. I may not worship them the way the fandom does, but goddamn, it's impossible not to love them they are so PRECIOUS!!!! 😍😍😍

Thank you for the question, my dear!!!

🥰🥰🥰

#Star answers #Starling ramblings #fandoms #shipping #my ships #Zeki #InuKag #MirSan #Victuuri #UsaMamo #Willabeth #Buffy x Angel #Harry x Hermione #Percabeth #Disney #Kristanna #Beauty and the Beast

[vespersposts]

heyyy!! hope you’re doing well. for the ask game, how about aomine??

-parisa 🪐

Baby Parisa hi!!! 🍬

I am so happy to have you on my blog. It has been quite a hectic time and now I have a new exam session coming up, but…. One step at a time I will get through it! How are you doing? I hope you had a great break!

🍸Now watch me losing dignity !!! 🍸

Breathe in/out, let's go!

👍 Favorite thing about him:

Everything. If I'm honest, the thing I like most is the arc of his character development, so dramatic but also so powerful. I like that he is seemingly a self-centered menialist and then turns out to be a heart of gold, I like that he is protective and so absolute in his feelings, that he has half a problem admitting his limitations and defeats. Linearity and clarity: what you see is what you get. [ What you see is also very pleasant to see, let's face it].

👎 My least favorite thing about him:

A character trait that I also hate about myself and that is that when we get to the edge, we tend to shut everything out and store up discomfort. Come here Daiki, let's take a nap.

🗣 Favorite line:

Nobody says 'Tetsu' like him.

🤝 brOTP: I like very much the dynamic with Kise and Taiga, i think he gives is best when provoked. And obvs Kuroko, but to me it's more a crush than a bromance.

🫶 OTP: me. In order: Taiga, Kise ad Kuroko.

🤌 nOTP: Contrary to the issue of replace plus, and Akashi's remark (sorry Sei!) I don't think he and Momoi could have a flirt, first of all because he doesn't decide. Satsuki is certainly not a stupid that gets dragged around. I believe, from personal experience, that when you spend so much time taking care of someone you see them as asexual, even if it's Aomine. He knows her well and cherishes her for sure, but again, he has some difficulties in proper love language and even if he realizes he has feelings i don't think he'd ever put himself between Momoi and Kuroko.

🫣 Random headcanon:

This big boy wants so much attention and so many compliments to get he is your one and only! He enjoys annoy you by telling you how many beautiful girls have been eyeing him. Not only on the basketball court, but he is so sly that he has to show you social media notifications, too. Do you go out? Surely he will downplay it, waiting for you to point it out just to remind you your luck.

What a tease!

👩🔧 Unpopular opinion: He's not a martyr. He's a young man that grows facing his demons, becoming my demon ( here an article that really says everything I think)

👨🎤 A song for him:

I have a full playlist! Thinking about what i said before I'd go with this one "A song for the lovers" by Richard Ashcroft, that talks about mistakes and moving forward to compromises even if you are in doubt. [Can't you see/ oh/I'm moving like a train/ into some foreign land/That you got on/A ticket for this ride/ but I will].

🤳 Fav. photo:

My favorite ones are fanart by friend artists, but if i have to choose a more 'classical' one i'd say this one, it makes me laugh.

#vreplies #tellvesper #get to know me #tumblr games #vesperwrites #knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #knb scenarios #knb kuroko #knb games #aomine daiki #aomine #aomine daiki headcanon #knb aomine #aomine imagines