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The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

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.

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Chapter 9.) Acts Of Defiance.

It had been two weeks since Lord and Lady Gallagher had announced that they were challenging for the throne. Their announcement had Cordonia buzzing. But with the Five Kingdoms Festival happening soon Their Majesties didn't have time to stew on it.

"Of all the times for you to have the Five Kingdoms Festival you choose to have it now?" Shanelle asked her husband as they had breakfast with their kids.

"Yes. It's been years since we've had it and I need a distraction. Besides, it'll be the children's first festival." Marquise replies.

"Yeah! We're excited. Right boys?" Khari asked her brothers who were playing with their French Toast sticks. "I think that means yes. Also, I can't wait to see all the dragons."

"Dragons?" Marquise asked.

"Yeah. What's a kingdom without big dragons?" Khari replied.

"Who told you there would be dragons?" Marquise asked.

"Mommy. She said she hoped there would be dragons this year. Since you didn't have them last time." Khari replies.

Marquise looked over to his snickering wife.

"By the way, where do you keep the dragons?" Khari asks.

"Dagon! Rawr!" Kylo piped up.

"Yeah, Kylo! Big rawr!" Khari said in encouragement to her little brother.

"My love. There are no dragons."

"No dagons?" Zyon asked.

"No, my love. No dragons." Marquise replied.

"Why?" Kylo asked.

"Because dragons don't exist," Marquise said to him.

"Yes, they do!" Khari protested.

"My sweetheart. Your stuffed animal doesn't count."

"He does too! Just because he doesn't breathe fire doesn't mean he isn't a real dragon Daddy."

Shanelle snickered as Marquise mean-mugged her over the rim of his coffee cup.

"Finish your breakfast so you can get ready for school."

"Okay. But we're still gonna have dragons at the festival, right?" Khari asked.

"Dagon!" the boys piped up.

Marquise groaned.

"I think the children have spoken."

"I'm gonna get you back for setting me up," Marquise whispered harshly.

Shanelle smirked.

Soon it was time for the Princess to leave for school.

"Are you ready to go, my sweet?" Margo asked Khari.

"Yes, Grammy. I just gotta tell the boys goodbye first." Khari replied before turning to her brothers, "Bye Kylo! Bye, Zyon! I'll see you two later."

"Bye-bye, Sissy!" Kylo said to her.

"See you yater (later) Sissy!" Zyon said to her.

"It's time to go, my darling," Margo said to her.

"Okay, Grammy. Bye, Mommy! Bye Daddy!" Khari said to her parents.

"Bye, baby girl," Shanelle said to her.

"Have a good day at school," Marquise said to her.

Khari waved at everyone before leaving with Margo to head to school. After watching their daughter head off, the couple walked down the hall to His Majesty's office. As they walked down the hall with the twins, Marquise had his face in his phone texting away.

"Um, sir. Who are you texting so much?" she asked.

"Another woman," he replied.

"Excuse me?" she asked as she stopped him dead in his tracks.

"I'm kidding! Geez!"

"What's the name of that song? Dumb ways to die?"

Marquise gave her a look as he adjusted his sleeve.

"If you must know, I'm texting your father."

"Since when do you text my dad so much?"

"Since he's the new Herald."

"And just what are you two texting about?"

"I'm having him put out a statement on behalf of the Monarchy."

"About what?"

Marquise looked at her.

"Understood."

"In the meantime, you and I will strategize."

"Okay."

When they got to his office, the door was locked. Leaving the twins confused.

"Uh oh! It wocked (locked)!" Zyon said to his brother.

"What we do?" Kylo asked.

"Ask Daddy!" Zyon replies.

Kylo looked up to his dad.

"Daddy! The door! It wocked (locked)!" Kylo said to him.

"Well, you have to knock so we can open it," Marquise said to his son.

"Oh! Otay (okay) Daddy!" Kylo replied.

The twins looked at each other and then banged on the door. Causing their parents to laugh.

"Well, you told them to knock," Shanelle said to her husband.

"That's not how that works."

Once the door was opened the twins ran in and went straight for their favorite spot in his office by the window. With the twins situated the couple got down to the matter at hand.

"Alright sir, we need to discuss how we're going to handle this. Because it's not only caught fire but the blaze is starting to turn into an inferno."

"Agreed. Even though this is what I wanted to have happen, now it's time for us to come out and properly address this challenge head-on."

"So what do we do? How do we handle this?"

"We come out strong yet defiant and united. We remind the people why we are the Monarchs and of our continued commitment to service of Cordonia and her people And we also remind them that we do not take kindly to idle threats."

"I don't think there's anything idle about this situation."

"No, it's not."

"So when do we have an interview scheduled?"

"We're not doing an interview."

"We're not?"

"Nope. We will make our official statement at the Festival Of The Five Kingdoms."

"You do remember what happened the last time we did that right?"

"I haven't forgotten. That's part of the reason why we're doing the festival this year. This is to show we are stable as the Heads Of The Monarchy. And it'll give us a chance to reconnect with our public. And it'll also prove why there is no other choice but us."

"While I don't disagree you might wanna dial back your tone just a bit. Our goal is to win our people over. Not to remind them of kings long past."

Marquise sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You're annoyed. And rightfully so. But we will get ahead of this before it gets way too outta hand."

"Indeed we will."

"What have your sources found out so far?"

"So far many of the houses that have started pledging support once supported the Sons Of Earth and The Liberation Core."

"Meaning they still believe in Anton and his cause."

"Not in so many words but yes."

Shanelle groaned.

"Great..." she muttered.

"Indeed. Since he's been locked up he's only had one visitor, his aunt Duchess Mildred Severus-Dupont."

"I know her. I met her when I hosted my first Queen's Tea."

"Yes well, it's come to my attention that she has been ill as of late."

"What's wrong?" Shanelle asked.

"She needs a liver transplant. After he was seized, Anton instructed that the remainder of his treasury go to her. And she's all but burned through it paying for her treatments."

"Okay. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I have an audience with Anton to discuss his aunt's rapidly deteriorating condition," Marquise replied.

"You're not gonna use his aunt's illness against him are you?"

Marquise shrugged.

"What makes you think he'll cooperate?"

"While he may not care about much in this world, he does seem to care a lot about her and her well-being. Especially now. Besides, he wants to have her put on the transplant list, and since I want answers about these noble houses, only one of us is gonna win this fight. And I have no plans on him winning anything."

"Okay well, I'll grab the twins and get to work on our official response."

"Nah. Leave them here. You go work on the response."

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yup. My audience with Anton won't be until this afternoon. So we'll be fine until then."

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit."

Marquise nodded before Shanelle told the boys she'd see them later then left to work on their response for the festival. Marquise watched his boys play before getting started with his day. It began with a teleconference with his aunt Queen Audrey Balthazar.

"Hello Aunt Audrey!" he said as he greeted her.

"Hello, nephew! How are you?" she asked.

"I'm alright Aunt Audrey. How are you?" he replied.

"I'm as well as I can be given the current state and circumstances of my kingdom."

"I understand. How is Richard?"

"He's doing as well as can be as well."

"I'm sorry that there isn't much I can do in terms of assistance at the moment."

Audrey waved him off.

"The fact that you are willing to help us in our time of need is enough for me. Besides, the last thing I want is for Demetrius and Ermina to come after you."

Marquise scoffed.

"Oh please! I'd pay to see that pompous idiot and the goblin he married try to come for me. He and his military may think they can take over your kingdom but they would stand no chance against mine."

"No, they wouldn't stand a chance against you, my nephew. Besides you have enough going on with some fools trying to steal your throne."

"So you know about that?" he asked.

"Of course. Your mother wasn't my only friend in Cordonia," she replied.

"No. She was just your greatest friend here."

Audrey chuckled.

"Indeed. Besides, news like that travels fast through international waters."

"True. But you needn't worry. No matter what is happening here, it will deter me from helping you."

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, nephew."

Just then Kylo spoke up.

"Daddy! I tirsty (thirsty)!"

"Okay. Come here, my love," he said to his son.

Kylo toddled over and then climbed into his daddy's lap.

"Can you say hi my love?" Marquise asked Kylo.

Kylo looked at the screen and smiled.

"Helyo (hello)! Helyo!"

"Hello there, little one! My goodness! He's adorable. Just as cute as you used to be."

"What do you mean used to be?" Marquise joked before getting Kylo a cup of juice.

"Detchu (thank you) Daddy!" he said before taking a drink of his juice. "Duice (juice)! Yummy!"

"You're welcome, my love. Zyon, can you come say hi?" Marquise asked his youngest son.

"Otay (okay) I toming (coming)!" Zyon replies.

Zyon came over and joined his father and brother. When he looked up at the screen he waved.

"Helyo!" he said with a wave. She waved at him.

"Hello, Your Highness! My my! Your father should be ashamed of himself. You two are absolutely adorable. Your mother really outdid herself."

Marquise rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her.

"I won't keep you long. We'll touch base soon."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Stay safe."

"You as well, nephew."

Marquise ended the call with his arms full of his boys.

"Daddy! Who dat (who's that)?" Zyon asked.

"That is my aunt Audrey. She was one of your grandmother's best friends." Marquise replied.

"Granmudder (grandmother)?" Kylo asked.

"Yes, my boy."

That's when Margo walked in.

"There's my two turtle doves. I've been looking for you both."

"Gammy (Grammy)!" the boys squealed as they got down and ran to her.

"And how are you son?" she asked.

"I'm alright. I just finished talking to Aunt Audrey," he replied.

"Audrey? That's lovely. How is Her Majesty doing?"

"She's doing fine given the circumstances."

"Ahh yes. With the insufferable bellowing pig setting his sights on her and King Richard's kingdom, I can imagine."

Marquise raised an eyebrow at her.

"A bellowing pig?"

"I said what I said."

Marquise shook his head with a smirk.

"You've been around my daughter too long."

"Clearly. Now Shanelle tells me you have an audience with Anton Severus. Are you sure you should be meeting with him?" Margo asked.

"Yes, Madam Geaneaux." He replies.

"Don't get smart with me! I am still your mother!" She warned him.

Marquise snickered.

"I will be fine mama. He can't get to me anymore. Besides, if he wants his aunt to live comfortably for a few more years, he'll tell me everything I want to know."

"It's not that I don't trust you, Your Majesty. I don't trust him. He did try to overthrow the Monarchy."

"I haven't forgotten. But now that he's had quite a few years in solitary confinement, I'm sure he'll be willing to compromise on a few things."

"Alright, My King. I will trust you to know what you're doing."

He came over and hugged her.

"I do. I will be fine mama."

Marquise spent the rest of his morning with the twins and his mother and after lunch with his wife, it was time for his audience with Anton Severus. After grabbing a folder from his office, he made his way to the throne room. Upon arriving, he was greeted by guards and a heavily chained Anton. Once seated on the throne, Marquise threw Anton a very cocky smirk.

"Well well. If it isn't my old friend. How are you? How is solitary confinement? Is it treating you well?" He asked Anton who stood stock still, "It's alright gentlemen. You can let him out of his restraints. I trust he isn't stupid enough to die here."

"What do you want?" Anton asked.

Marquise tossed the folder at Anton's feet.

"What is this?" Anton asked.

Marquise shrugged.

"You tell me."

Anton picked up the folder and read through a few pages.

"These are all noble houses."

"Yes. Noble houses that once did business with your father Theodore, when he was Head Of The Sons Of Earth, and your mother Pamela when she was a ranking member of The Liberation Core. They now want to do business with Lord and Lady Gallagher."

"Ahh yes. The young couple that wants your throne. I wish them both well. Hopefully, they can accomplish what I could not."

"I thought you might say that."

"Of course. No one wants to watch you fail or see you be ruined more than I do."

Marquise smirked.

"I heard about your aunt. My condolences on her condition." Marquise replied.

"My aunt is none of your business." Anton hissed.

"Oh, but she is actually. Because without me she'll continue to suffer. Why you may ask? Because your treasury has all but dried up. She soon won't be able to afford the life-saving care that she so desperately needs."

Anton blinked.

"You're willing to let an innocent woman die?"

"It wasn't that long ago that you tried to kill me and my wife. And that was after burning down the Applewood Orchards in an attempt to overthrow the Monarchy so...yeah I am. As the Bible says, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

"Mildred is innocent!"

"Not from where I'm standing."

"You have no right to deny her basic care!"

"I do when it comes to the safety and prosperity of the kingdom. If keeping the kingdom safe means sacrificing your aunt for the greater good of that safety then I will do what is in Cordonia's best interest."

"Oh please! You just want to take her away from me so I have no one."

"See my motives however you like my good man."

Anton shook his head in disgust.

"Is this what you're teaching your children?"

"My children know that sometimes Daddy has to make decisions that aren't always popular or agreeable. Especially my heir. But she understands that Daddy sometimes has to do what he has to do."

"Including letting my aunt die?"

"I've already explained myself. And since you've decided to be uncooperative, we have nothing more to discuss." Marquise said to him before turning to his guards, "You can take the prisoner back to his cell. I have no more use for him."

Just as the guards got ready to take him back he spoke up.

"Wait! I'll tell you everything I know."

"How do I know you're not lying Anton?" Marquise asked.

"Because my aunt is innocent. She knew nothing of my father's plans. I will not let you sacrifice her for your own pettiness and selfish revenge." Anton replied.

"Pity. Just when I was about to go to my office and issue an arrest warrant for her. Especially since I have no idea that she isn't actively conspiring against The Crown even in her current condition. Can't be too careful nowadays."

Anton seethed.

"I should've killed you when I had the chance." he sneered.

"Yes. You should have but you didn't. And now enough wasting my time, talk!"

"If I do this I want a guarantee that my aunt will be safe and cared for."

"She will be put on the transplant list if that's what you're asking."

"I want it in writing! Your words mean nothing to me!"

Marquise rolled his eyes impatiently.

"You're stalling. Which is only going to prolong the inevitable. The inevitable being your aunt dying a very painfully agonizing death."

"I will not say another word until I have your promise in writing!"

Marquise shrugged.

"Very well. We'll play this your way," he said to Anton before turning to his guards, "you have my explicit authorization to execute the Duchess. At once."

"At once Your Majesty!" a guard replied.

"No!" Anton shouted.

"Then talk!"

"Alright! You win! Just swear to me that you'll keep your promise that she will be safe and I'll tell you everything."

"Much better. Now let's get down to business."

Just then Her Majesty walked in.

"What are you doing here my love?" Marquise asked Shanelle.

"I came to check on you since the boys are in the garden with their grandmother, and I see it's apparently still breathing," Shanelle replied while nodding to Anton.

Anton scoffed.

"Well well well! If it isn't the no-good American shrew he married." he sneered.

"This..."

"Be nice," Marquise said to her.

"I'm finding it."

"It takes you that long to find it?" he asked

"It does. It does," she replied.

Marquise wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You're just in time my Queen, Anton was just about to tell me everything he knows."

"On second thought, I've changed my mind. I'm not telling you shit!" he hissed.

Shanelle raised a challenging eyebrow at Anton.

"Oh really? Well let's see if I can't change your mind shall we?" she asked.

With a slight nod from The Queen, a guard beside Anton produced a long thin dagger and sliced Anton's left ear clean off. Leaving him screaming in pain.

"Now that I have your attention, talk!" Shanelle said to him.

Within the hour Anton had revealed everything he knew about each of the noble houses and true to his word, Marquise spared his aunt. The couple watched as a bleeding and shackled Anton was led out of the throne room.

"Slicing a man's ear off?" Marquise asked.

"What? He's still got the right one. For now anyway." Shanelle replied.

"You are brutal, my love."

Shanelle shrugged.

"You can't say that he didn't deserve it."

"No, I can't."

"So now that we know what he knows about these noble houses, how do we verify that any of the information he gave us is true?" she asked.

"My team will verify the information," he replied.

"Okay. And what do we do in the meantime?"

"In the meantime, we continue to get ready for the Five Kingdoms Festival this weekend. But first, we get someone to clean up the blood that was shed."

Shanelle snickered.

"I'm not sorry for what happened. However, next time, I think I'll have the guards aim lower. Maybe cut a digit or two off one if not both of his hands."

"Remind me never to piss you off."

The two walked to the garden where Margo and the twins were. They watched as she had the boys watering flowers with her.

"Come over here my darlings. We must water these flowers as well," she said to him.

"Otay Gammy! We toming!" Zyon replies.

The boys toddled over with their watering cans in hand.

"Remember my sweet turtle doves, we must always water our flowers. Do you know why?" she asked the boys.

"Be big! Strong!" Kylo replied.

"That's right my darling. We want our flowers to grow so we must water them."

Marquise smiled as he watched.

"Yook (look) Gammy! Bun bun! Right dere (there)!" Kylo said as he noticed the group of bunnies in the corner.

"I see my love. Would you two like to feed them?" Margo asked.

"Yeah yeah!" They replied.

Margo picked some small celery sticks from her basket and handed each of them a stick of celery.

"Come my loves. Let's feed the bunnies," she said as she led them to the bunnies, "now remember my little ones, we must be gentle with them. We don't want to scare them. So we must be soft."

"Soft?" Zyon asked.

"Yes. That way they know we're friendly."

"Otay Gammy!" Kylo said to her.

She showed them how to hold the celery sticks and watched as they fed the bunnies.

"We did it! Yook Gammy! We did it!" Kylo cheered.

"Yes, you did! Well done my turtle doves." she said to them.

Marquise wrapped an arm around his mom and pulled her into a slight hug.

"You are such a grandmother," he said to her.

"Of course. It's the best part of my job."

"Aren't you supposed to be retired Margo?" Shanelle asked.

"You want to tell your daughter that?" Margo replied.

Margo turned to her son.

"How was your meeting with he who shall not be named in front of my grandsons?"

"Let's just say Shanelle and I got quite an earful of information."

Margo nodded.

"Understood My King."

Just then a long whistle came from the sky.

"Oh no..."

When Marquise looked up, Shanelle's pet Hawk Tiberius swooped down.

"Hey!" he said as he ducked.

Tiberius came back up and swooped down over His Majesty again.

"Aiiiii!"

Shanelle and Margo stifled their laughter as they watched.

"Do that again and I'll have you taxidermied!" Marquise yelled at the hawk as landed on a tree branch.

"Why is he here again?" he asked his wife.

"Because my duchy is being worked on which is where his roost is, that's why. Also, he's here in this particular garden because he likes that crabapple tree," she replied.

"That or he's after the rabbits," he muttered.

Just then Marquise's phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Excuse me." he said before stepping away and answering the call, "Hello? Headmaster Gallagher, how can I help you? Huh? Who? When? What?! SHE DID WHAT?! How?! But!...I...yes ma'am. Yes I understand. I'll be there shortly. No no. Thank you for calling. Alright."

Marquise hung up and walked back over.

"What? What happened?" Shanelle asked.

"Your daughter got into a fight at school."

Shanelle's eyebrows shot up.

"She got into a fight?" she asked.

"You heard me the first time."

"Oh boy..."

"Oh no," Margo added.

"Uh oh!" the twins piped up.

Marquise sighed.

"Apparently there was this boy in her class teasing her about Lord and Lady Gallagher's announcement. And was saying how his parents were supporting them and that they couldn't wait to see us lose. She told him to leave her alone, but he didn't, and when he said something bad about Elena, she picked up a rock and hit him in his face with it." he explained.

Margo's jaw dropped.

"Oh my God!"

"So now she's been suspended."

"Oh boy," Shanelle said with a groan.

"Don't tell me that you're okay with this?"

Shanelle sighed.

"No I'm not but if she told him to leave her alone and he didn't...I can't say that I feel too bad for him."

Marquise exhaled.

"When you put it that way, I agree. But still, she can't go around hitting people in the face with rocks."

"I know. Especially now."

Marquise sighed.

"I'll go get her."

"You want me to go with you?" Shanelle asks.

"Nah. You stay here. I'll be back in a few."

"Okay. And go easy on her."

"Don't I always?" he asked.

Soon Marquise left the palace and traveled to the academy. When he got there, she was standing at the gates with guards and Headmaster Gallagher.

"Hello, My King. It is good to see you." Headmaster Gallagher said in greeting to him.

"Hello Headmaster. It's nice to see you as well," he replied.

The Headmaster nodded politely before turning to Khari.

"Now Princess, you do understand why I had to do this don't you?" she asked her.

"Yes ma'am," Khari replied, keeping her eyes trained on the ground.

"Okay. I'll let you tell your father what happened today. And I'll see you next week okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

Headmaster Gallagher looked to her father.

"The boys' parents have requested a formal meeting with you and Her Majesty to discuss the matter. Is that alright?" she asked.

"That's fine. How about next Thursday morning?" he replied.

"I will send you both an email for confirmation."

"Very well." he said to her before looking at his daughter, "are you ready to go my love?"

Khari nodded her head yes.

"Come on. Let's get you home."

Marquise nodded to Headmaster Gallagher before getting into the waiting limo with Khari. The whole ride home Khari clutched her backpack and was silent. Marquise wasn't too mad at her for standing up for herself and her friend but he also knew the importance of appearances. When they got to the residence, he led her to the living room where her mother and grandmother were waiting. Khari sat down next to her grandmother without saying a word.

"What happened at school today?" Shanelle asked.

"I got into a fight with a boy in my class named Charlie," Khari replied quietly.

"Why?"

Khari's lip quivered as she swiped angry tears away.

"Because he was teasing me. I told him to stop. Even my teacher told him to stop but he didn't. And when he said he was happy that Elena was dead..."

Margo and Shanelle glanced at each other.

"You got mad then picked up a rock and hit him?" Margo asked.

"Yes. He wouldn't stop. He wouldn't leave me alone. I had no choice. And now I'm in trouble for protecting myself," Khari replied.

Marquise took a deep breath.

"Princess, come here."

Khari looked up at him then got up and went to him. She stood in front of him with her head down until he lifted her chin up so she was looking at him.

"Now you're not in trouble because you were defending yourself against this boy. You're in trouble because you could have seriously injured him."

"But!" Khari started to say before her daddy tapped his lips stopping her, "my love. I want you to hear me okay? You hit him with a rock and enough force that you could have broken his jaw or worse. Whether you intended to or not, you still had a weapon in your hands. Now under no circumstances am I angry that you defended yourself. Neither is your mother or your grandmother."

"But I tried Daddy! Honest! I tried to stop him! I told him to stop! I told him to leave me alone! But he wouldn't stop! No matter what I did!" Khari said, visibly upset.

It killed Marquise to see his daughter so upset.

"I am not saying that I don't believe you. Because I do. I am not saying that you are wrong for being mad. Because you're not. But this kind of behavior can not and will not be tolerated. Is that clear?"

Khari stayed quiet.

"Khari..." he warned.

Khari nodded.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now your mother and I will figure out what your punishment will be."

"Does this mean I can't go to the festival this weekend?" Khari asked.

"No, you can still go to the festival this weekend," he replied.

"Okay."

"Listen to me. No one is angry at you. While we're disappointed in your actions, because we all believe that you could've handled this situation better, we're not mad."

"Daddy's right," Shanelle added.

"I know that he wouldn't stop and I know you did everything you could to make him stop, but you picking up a rock and hitting him with it made a bad situation that much worse. Now your mother and I will address this next week when we meet with his parents and your Headmaster."

Khari nodded her head sadly with a sniffle.

"Come here," he said to her with open arms. She went straight into his arms and he held her as she cried, "Shhh! My love. Don't cry. I know you didn't mean to hurt him. I know you were defending yourself. It's going to be alright."

"But what if people start to call me a bad person?" Khari asked with tears in her eyes.

"You stop right there young lady!" Margo replied, "Yes. You made a bad decision but that doesn't mean you're a bad person. If anything, that little boy is a bad person because he was bullying you."

"Are you sure, Grammy?"

"Yes, my sweet. I'm sure."

Khari looked up at her dad.

"Can I say something?" she asked.

"Of course my love," he replied.

"I don't feel bad that I hit him. I feel bad because I got in trouble."

Shanelle choked on her laugh and Marquise just shook his head.

"You are your mother's child. Now go on with your grandmother and check on your brothers."

"Okay, Daddy."

Khari kissed his father on the cheek and then hugged her and went down the hall with her grandmother to check on the boys.

Later that evening, while on her weekly group FaceTime call with the girls, Shanelle gave them the run down of what happened.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Khari did what?" Robin asked.

"You heard me loud and clear. She picked up a rock, cocked back, and clocked that little boy right in his face." Shanelle replies.

"Gee! I wonder where she got that from..." Nina teased.

"First off, fuck you! Fuck everything about you! And secondly, as your cousin can attest, half the damn reason I was always getting into fights in school growing up was because you have an even bigger motor mouth than your two goofy ass brothers do. Thank you very much." Shanelle snapped at her.

"Hey!" Bron spoke up.

"Oh girl hush! You know good and hell well that your husband loves to run his damn mouth like a marathon!"

Bron's jaw dropped with a smirk as the girls died laughing.

"Not the Queen gagging people!" Robin said with a cackle.

"She knows I ain't wrong. My little brother will run his mouth into the ground if you let him."

"No, you're not wrong but damn Nelle."

The girls laughed.

"Marquise isn't actually mad at her is he?" Dee asked.

"No, he isn't mad at her and neither am I. It's just the optics and unfortunate timing of the whole situation." Shanelle replied.

"You mean with those two fools thinking they can take your throne?" Robin asks.

"Yup. This could be used against us even though Khari isn't technically wrong." Shanelle replied.

"No she's not wrong! That stupid little boy started it and my Princess finished it."

Shanelle cackled.

"Oh my God. My daughter could rob a bank in broad daylight in front of you, tell you she did it even though you watched her do it, and you would still say she didn't do anything."

"And would!" Nina said matter of factly.

The girls laughed.

"So who are these two who think they can take the thrones from you and your husband?" Chutney asked.

Shanelle snickered.

"I know that tone. They're the Heads Of State of one of the duchies here. When my cousin had to resign from his position of the duchy in question, they ran to take his place. Although personally, I think they were hand-picked by my Dad's sister-in-law, they won the local election to become the new Heads Of State." Shanelle replied.

"How long have they been there?" Aly asked.

"About a year. They were elected right after the boys were born. Bron and Rob met Lord Gallagher's older sister Josselyn at the derby last year. She's the Headmaster at Khari's school." Shanelle replied.

"Mmmhmm. Has she given y'all any trouble?" Dee asked.

"No. Besides, I doubt she wants to run afoul of the King." Shanelle replies.

"What does that mean?" Robin asks.

"It means your big brother can remove her from her post," Shanelle replied.

"Really?" Aly asks.

"Yup. If at any point His Majesty is ever displeased with her work or performance, he can remove her entirely." Shanelle replied.

"So why hasn't he fired her?" Robin asks.

"Because firing someone from a high profile position such as hers without cause, is a dickhead move that his father always used to pull. Also because my husband isn't a tyrannical dictator. So unless she gives him an absolute reason to, he's not gonna fire her. Also, her younger brother doesn't need that kind of ammunition." Shanelle replied.

"How close are they in their pursuit?" Dee asks.

"Honestly it's hard to say. But so far they've gained some ground since their announcement."

"Yeah well. I don't care what they think they're doing, but nobody is taking shit from you without going through me first." Nina quipped.

"And this is why I was always getting into fights in school and why Chut always had to drag me away. Because of you."

"Love you bestie!"

"Love you too babe!"

After her call with the girls ended, Shanelle found herself lying across her husband's chest.

"Y'know, you make an excellent body pillow sir."

"Glad I could be of service."

"Is everything ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes. The final preparations were made today. The palace is ready to host."

"Wonderful!"

"And our official statement is ready?"

"Yup. The final draft is completed. All you have to do tomorrow is read it."

"Will do my Queen."

The weekend dawned bright and early the next day, as the palace staff readied themselves for the Festival Of The Five Kingdoms. Balloons, streamers, maypoles, apple bobbing booths, and many other activities and games were set up and ready.

Meanwhile, the royal family was getting ready for the festivities as well. Even though Kylo had his shoes on the wrong feet.

"Otay! I ready Daddy! See?" he said to his father.

"Whoa! Slow down, my love. You're not quite ready yet."

"Huh? I not?" he asked.

"No, my boy. You're not. You have your shoes on the wrong feet." Marquise replied pointing to his shoes.

Kylo looked down at his feet.

"Here. Come here," he said as he picked his son up.

"No Daddy! I ready!" Kylo fussed as he squirmed.

Marquise took Kylo's shoes off.

"Here. Look," he said to his son as he put his shoes on the right way, "the left shoe goes on your left foot like that. And the right shoe goes on your right foot. Like that. See?"

Kylo looked down at his shoes in wonder.

"I ready now Daddy?" Kylo asked.

"Now you're ready. Let's go find your mother and siblings."

"Yay! Let's doe (go) Daddy!"

They joined the others and headed out to the well-decorated grounds. The children were enamored by everything they saw.

"Whoa!" Zyon said.

"Wow!" Kylo added.

"It's all so pretty. You did good Daddy." Khari said to her father.

"Why thank you, my Princess. I drew inspiration from the last Festival we hosted."

"Yook Sissy! Dagons!" Kylo said to Khari. She looked up and saw the dragon balloons.

"I thought dragons weren't real Your Majesty," Shanelle whispered to her husband.

"They aren't real but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun," he said to her before corralling their children, "we'll play and have fun in a minute my loves. But first, we have to welcome everyone."

"Oh! Okay, Daddy." Khari said to him.

He led his family to a raised podium. He held up a hand to quiet the crowd.

"Good morning everyone! I want to thank you all for joining us here at the palace today. It's been some years since we've hosted a Festival Of The Five Kingdoms. But I felt that now is the time for all of us to reconnect and celebrate the kingdom we all call home. Many centuries ago, my ancestor Queen Kenna Rys fought for and united five small individual kingdoms into the Cordonia many of us know today. So today we celebrate her greatest victory as well as our home. And now I believe the Princess has something she'd like to say."

Khari got ready to speak but stopped.

"What am I supposed to say?" she whispered to her father.

"Let the fun begin," he replied.

"Oh yeah!" she said before turning to the crowd with a big smile, "Let the fun begin!"

Soon the festival got underway. People milled about visiting the various stalls and tents. It did Marquise's heart good to be able to mingle and interact with the people. He had a great time going around to the many vendors, including his uncle who was with Margo.

"Bonjour neveu! Ça fait plaisir de te revoir!" Jean-Pierre said in greeting.

"Bonjour tonton! Ça fait plaisir de te voir aussi."

"And look! My nieces and nephews are here! Hello children!" Jean-Pierre said to Khari and her brothers as they came over with their mother.

"Uncle Jean-Pierre! You're here!" Khari said to him as the children ran into his arms for a hug.

"It's great to see you all. This was a fine day for the festival nephew." Jean-Pierre said to Marquise.

"Thank you, uncle. Where is Anna?" Marquise asked, "I thought she'd be here too."

"She's with our new grandson. I can't tear her away from that child." Jean-Pierre replied with a chuckle.

"What are you selling uncle?" Khari asked.

"I'm selling ham, salami, your aunt Anna's favorite bread, apple butter, and other cold cuts. Would you and your brothers like to help me?" he replies.

"Yeah! Come on boys. We have to help Uncle Jean-Pierre sell his stuff." Khari said to the boys, "what can we do uncle?"

"Well, you three can greet everyone as they come by. How's that?" he asked

"Okay. We can do that." Khari replies.

"You can leave them with us. You two go enjoy the festival." Margo said to Marquise.

Marquise nodded before he and Shanelle took off. The couple took part in a few games. Like bobbing for apples.

"You sure you're up for this?" Shanelle asked her husband.

"Pssh! Piece of cake!" he replied.

Marquise joined a few others as they gathered around a barrel full of apples.

"On your marks! Get set! Go!" The proprietor said to the contestants.

Marquise inhaled deeply then dived for the apple closest to him and caught it.

"Not bad, Your Majesty," Shanelle said to him.

"Like I said, piece of cake," Marquise said before taking a bite of his apple, "mmmm! A Granny Smith."

As the couple wandered around the festival, they tried many delicacies and even bought a few handmade trinkets. Everything seemed to be on the up and up until Lord and Lady Gallagher showed up. Intent on ruining the day for the royals, they made a beeline for Their Majesties.

"Well, this is quite the setup you two have. It's almost like you want the people here to forget the fact that you two are about to lose this very palace." Lord Gallagher sneered at them.

Shanelle set her jaw while Marquise chuckled dryly with a smile.

"You know I'm glad you're both here and I do hope you'll enjoy the festival. Now if you'll excuse us both."

"You can't run from us forever Marquise," Makenna said to him.

"Give King Elgin my regards will you? Now have fun you two."

Marquise dragged his wife in the opposite direction.

"Just give me five fucking minutes with them. That's all I'm asking."

"As much as I would love to see what you can do to them, you have to remember there's a time and a place for everything. Right now isn't the time or place. Now until then the closing of the festival."

"Is that when you'll make the statement?"

"Exactly. In the meantime, try to relax and enjoy yourself, my Queen."

"I will. But if Lady Makenna looks at me sideways again, I can't promise that I won't knock her ass into next week."

"Understood."

The couple parted ways and went about their business exploring the festival. Shanelle saw an archery stall and decided to try her hand and so did Lady Makenna.

"Come to see me embarrass you, Your Majesty?" Lady Makenna asked smugly.

Shanelle smirked.

"I'd love to see you try," Shanelle replied.

Shanelle watched Makenna nock back an arrow and hit the target in the chest.

"Lady Makenna leads!" the stall operator announced.

"Beat that!" Makenna sneered at Shanelle.

Shanelle rolled her shoulders to loosen up before nocking back her arrow and letting it fly. Her arrow took the targets' head off. Leaving everyone slack-jawed. Including Lady Makenna.

"Her Majesty wins!" the stall operator proclaimed to the stunned crowd.

"I win!" Shanelle whispered, "Oh, and next time, it won't be your husband's head that I imagine that arrow taking off. Next time it'll be yours."

Lady Makenna's face turned ugly.

"You don't scare me!" she hissed.

"See sweetie, that's the thing. I ain't trying to scare you. I'm trying to bury you. There's a difference."

Makenna seethed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, my lady, I have a trophy to win."

Shanelle watched Makenna stomp off with a very satisfied smirk. For the rest of the afternoon, Lord and Lady Gallagher spent most of their time trying to undermine Their Majesties. As the festival wound down, many gathered at the raised podium to hear His Majesty give the closing.

"Are you ready?" Shanelle asked.

"I was born for this," Marquise replied.

"Go get'em champ."

Marquee smirked at his wife before turning and addressing the crowd.

"I want to thank one and all, for coming out to celebrate our kingdom today. Today was one of the best Five Kingdoms Festivals, we have ever had. It brings my heart so much joy to be able to share with all of you. To see many of you playing, trading goods, laughing, trying your hand at the many games, and just having fun, reminded me of the times my brother and I would run around wreaking havoc with all of our friends as children. I think Mr. Schiender is still holding a grudge because I ate all of his hand pies one year."

The crowd laughed.

"As I stand here and look out amongst the crowd, I am reminded why our nation is so great. It's because of each of you. All of you are the heart and soul of this kingdom. You are why, although we are a small kingdom, we are one of the strongest kingdoms in the world. This year we celebrated 500 years of our existence on this earth. We have accomplished many great things since the time of Kenna Rys and her mother Queen Adrianna. Today, the children of her people and her bloodline legacy celebrate her greatest feat. Cordonia herself."

The crowd applauded.

"Now if you all will indulge me for just a moment, I'd like to address a VERY large elephant in the room," Marquise said as he cleared his throat, "as many of you know, a challenge to the throne was issued two weeks ago by Lord and Lady Gallagher who are here today."

He squared his shoulders as he continued.

"As many of you know, my wife and I have been your King and Queen for almost 9 years. It has been the honor and privilege of my life and my wife's life to serve this great nation and all of its people. It is a precarious position to be in. Because every day, we must make decisions for the betterment of the kingdom we all call home. Now I will admit that some of the decisions we have made as Monarchs for that betterment haven't always been well received or liked for that matter. I humbly apologize for that. While we have never intended to offend or slight anyone, I can admit that sometimes does happen. Again that is not our intention. Our intention is to always put the people's needs first. To make sure everyone prospers. Not just a select few."

Marquise took a deep breath.

"I'm sure many of you remember what it was like before my wife and I became your current King and Queen. Because many of you lived through the reigns of my father and my wife's uncle. My father King Constantine Rys ruled over what was once North Cordonia and my wife's uncle King Edward Miller ruled over South Cordonia. By the end of both reigns, our home was unrecognizable. Many were frustrated with both monarchs. Many of you felt forgotten by them. And you were. As a young prince, it was heart-wrenching to watch my home slowly deteriorating. And when talks of a civil war began, my heart was shattered. I could not fathom the thought of our great kingdom being at war with itself. My heart could not bear it. I refused to believe that the same kingdom that welcomed my mother with open arms could be destroyed. The only way to save us all on the brink of war was to unite us as one."

Shanelle placed a hand on his right arm.

"When we became your monarchs, our collective goal was to save our nation. To balance the scales so that no one was left out. To make sure those of common blood could have the same advantages as those of noble blood. We looked to give everyone equality and equity. We took two struggling economies and worked to reform and save them both from the brink of bankruptcy. And I am proud to say that is what we have done. We have always prioritized the success and prosperity of us all. Because that is the promise I made to myself for my home. A promise that I would always put my people first. The same way my mother did. She is my greatest inspiration. Because of her, we have so many councils, guilds, and committees run by and for the people. Because she believed that Cordonia was always for the people. As do we."

He looked at his wife and children with a smile.

"I promise you all I'm almost done. I said all of that to say this, being a monarch is not for the faint. It is constant. It is hard. It is not instant nor is it self-gratifying. It is 24/7 365 days a year. It is prestigious, yes, but it is also precarious. It is not an honor and privilege that Her Majesty and I take for granted. It is not an honor and privilege that we will ever allow our children to take for granted. It is a gift. It is a nourishment of the people. Like a shepherd tending a flock, we tend to Cordonia. As your Monarchs we have pledged and committed our lives to be in and of the highest form of service. It is a commitment that we have no plans on leaving. So to Lord and Lady Gallagher who are here in attendance today, I say this to you both, Her Majesty and I do hereby formally accept your challenge but make no mistake, the only way Her Majesty and I will ever leave our throne is when our daughter is named the newest Queen Of Cordonia. And NOT a moment before. Again I thank you all for coming. May fortune continue to smile upon you all."

Marquise ended his speech to a standing ovation. And when he looked out at the crowd, Lord and Lady Gallagher were fuming. He threw them both a wink and a cocky smirk before he joined his family, where his wife had a smirk on her face.

"Now that is the King I know." She said to him.

"Damn straight it is."

"Way to go Daddy!" Khari said to him.

"Dood (good) job Daddy. Dood job!" Kylo cheered.

"Yay! Daddy!" Zyon piped up.

Margo had a prideful smile on her face.

"Well done my boy. Your mother would be proud." She whispered to him.

"I hope my mother is proud."

"I will always be proud of you."

Marquise smiled at her.

The days following the success of the Five Kingdoms Festival were a busy one for the royal couple. And when that Thursday morning rolled around, they were ready for the parent conference with Khari's Headmaster. As they rode to the academy, Marquise was face first in his phone and Shanelle noticed.

"Well, something's clearly got your attention," she said to him.

He looked up.

"Apologies, my love. I was going over everything my spies sent me about this boy's parents."

Shanelle raised an eyebrow.

"What did they learn?" she asked.

Marquise turned his phone to her.

"Say hello to Count and Countess Hubert and Gwendolyn Grovemere. They're from a smaller noble house in Duchy Avernia," he replied.

"That's the duchy just south of here, correct?"

"Yes. Count Grovemere serves on the Budget Disbursement Council. And the Countess, now she's interesting, her parents, were members of the Sons Of Earth."

"Really?"

"Yes. Her mother was a baker and her father was a goat herder. They joined during my father's reign. Their local chapter staged a hostile takeover of a local Head Of State Office about 20 years ago that her father took part in."

"What happened to him?"

"No one knows. Her father disappeared a few days after that takeover was busted up. His disappearance left her mother to raise her and her two sisters by herself. Eventually, her mother remarried but this time she married a Duke."

"Hmm...that could be why she's supporting Lord and Lady Gallagher."

"Could be. So be prepared for whatever they try to throw at us."

"I always am."

They arrived at the academy and were escorted to Headmaster Gallagher's office where the Count and Countess were waiting.

"Your Majesties, Count and Countess Grovemere, thank you all for joining me here today. Let's all be seated so we can get started on a resolution to the matter at hand." Headmaster Gallagher said to the parents. Once everyone sat down, she spoke again.

"Now we're all here to discuss an ongoing issue between your children."

Countess Grovemere scoffed.

"There would be no issue if they raised their child correctly!" she said to the Headmaster.

"With all due respect Countess, your son is not innocent." Shanelle shot back.

"My son is a victim of your god-awful excuse of a daughter! She hit him!"

Shanelle could feel her blood pressure rise.

"Countess, your son was told to leave my daughter alone but he chose not to! She hit him yes. But he had been warned multiple times to leave her alone."

The Countess gripped the handles of her chair.

"You know, she's no different than her grandfather. He always thought too damn highly of himself. Went around thinking he could do whatever he wanted. Damn, whoever got hurt. Just like your daughter!" the Countess sneered.

"My wife is right. How can we trust either of you when you allow your daughter to do whatever she likes to people?" Count Grovemere added. "This is what Lord and Lady Gallagher were talking about. You two are unfit to rule! You can't even control your own daughter!"

Just as Shanelle got ready to explode, Marquise cleared his throat grabbing everyone's attention.

"While I understand why you both are upset, neither of you will ever speak to Her Majesty in any capacity that is not respectful. You will respect her title and mine at all times whether you like us or not! Secondly, my daughter is nothing like my father. Nor are you anything like yours. Your father I could actually respect. Unlike you Countess. And lastly, your son told my daughter that he was glad her friend, an innocent child who died because of cancer mind you, was dead. Do you two have any idea how heartless that is? Your son antagonized my daughter until she could no longer take it. Yes, my daughter was wrong for hitting your son, but I will never cry for anyone who antagonizes someone else simply because they want to!"

Marquise inhaled deeply to center himself before he continued.

"Now we are here to resolve this issue and it is my hope that we can achieve that without this turning into a shouting match."

Headmaster Gallagher nodded.

"Thank you, My King. That is why we're here. We need to come to a common resolution. The children have missed enough days."

"Our son should've never been suspended!" The Count said to her.

Headmaster Gallagher steepled her fingers together.

"Actually Count Grovemere, Charlie should be expelled. Because the Princess isn't the first child he's tried to bully. But since I believe in peaceful conflict resolution, we are here. Also might I add, this academy is no place for political biases of any kind for any reason. All of you will respect each other at all times while you're here."

The Count sputtered indignantly.

"Now how do we peacefully resolve this issue?" The Headmaster asked the parents.

"You would go against your own brother?" The Countess asked.

"As I've stated, this academy is no place for political biases of any kind. What my brother does or does not do has no bearing on me or my ability to lead this educational institution." She replied to the Countess.

Headmaster Gallagher took a deep breath.

"Now I believe we have a conflict to resolve."

After an hour of back and forth the issue was finally resolved. With both parents agreeing that both children should apologize to each other and the Monarchy handling all medical expenses for Charlie. And should Charlie misbehave again he will be expelled. No questions asked.

On their way back to the palace Their Majesties discussed their meeting.

"Well that was...something." Shanelle said to her husband.

"Indeed. Are you alright?" He replied.

"Yes I'm fine. Although I wanted to put that woman through a wall. I can't believe she compared Khari to your father."

"I know. But we both know Khari is and never will be anything like him. Also she only said that to get a rise out of us. Namely me."

"She was trying to get under our skin and she almost got under mine but thankfully you were there to keep me tethered. Because I could've crashed out."

"That and well I wasn't trying to pay for a new wall in that school."

Shanelle snickered.

"Noted."

Just then Marquise's phone buzzed.

"Oh dear!"

"What? What happened?"

"According to this headline from the CBC, Anton Severus was found dead in his cell. He hung himself."

"Convenient."

"Apparently he left a suicide note."

Shanelle gave her husband a side eye.

"Can anyone confirm this?"

"Of course. You know the staff at the dungeons are very thorough."

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at him.

"Mmmhmm. How long has he really been dead?"

Marquise shrugged.

"Since they took him back to his cell that day."

"Marquise!"

"What? Don't tell me you're about to cry for that imbecile."

"Of course not. But why wait until now to put it out?"

"Because it's a warning to all our enemies."

"So you are like your father?"

Marquise shrugged with a cocky smirk.

"So does that mean you're also going back on your word to him?"

"What word? I don't remember giving him my word at all. And there is no one who can or will verify that I did."

"You're gonna let his aunt die?"

Marquise rolled his eyes.

"The old bat is gonna croak anyway. Why get in the way of life's natural progression?"

Shanelle cackled.

"You are a whole mess."

He raised her left hand to his lips for a soft kiss on the back.

"And you, my beautiful Queen, you love every bit of my mess."

Shanelle smirked at him.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {32}**

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Fluff Fest, Pregnancy, NSFW

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Note: My very later Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you guys. This chapter is set our month of December. I hope you guys enjoy this.

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“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

Everyone shouted the ending as the wind whipped around you reminding you that though you were at the beach, it was the dead of winter and being at the beach was probably a dumb idea. Chris tightened the thick blanket that was around the two of you, staving off the cold that threatened to break through. With his body heat, the baby, your increased body heat, and the blanket, you were on fire. Then when you added the feel of his manhood pressed against your ass, you were near combusting temperature.

“One more!”

They clapped and started up again this time choosing the Twelve Days of Christmas. The lights on the Christmas tree that was perched in the middle of the beach really gave the festive feels. It may have been an odd tradition, but it had become one you really enjoyed.

“Cold?”

“How could I be? I have three people’s body heat under here and that concealed weapon keeping me warm.”

He snorted then nipped the nape of your neck.

“Behave. I have been on my best behavior these last two days I do not need you pushing me closer to the edge.”

“The question is why have you been on your best behavior? I thought once married everyone knew what was expected.”

“So that means I should be cool with my family knowing I’m making love to my wife?”

“Chris—hello, bun in oven about to pop out. Your family knows you like to make love to your wife. Also, let’s not forget that very heated discussion that was had on that lawn over there when every single one of your family found out what we’d just done on the swing and the entire quarantine.”

Chris laughed dropping his forehead to your shoulder. The memories flooded you and you smiled.

“I can’t trust you to keep quiet. Ever since this pregnancy, your idea of keeping it down is loud enough for Dodger to know what’s happening so he scratches down the door because his precious best friend might be in danger.”

It was your turn to laugh now.

“You’re so jealous. He still loves you the best. I think it’s the whole baby thing that has him in protective mode. Tell you what, the next baby you carry them, and he’ll remain by your side forever.”

“The next baby?”

“You and I both know one and done is not you. Neither of us had one sibling. Heavenly baby and this baby would want more siblings.”

Chris pulled you tighter and nuzzled your ear. “I love you so much, Mrs. Evans.”

He always got emotional when you mentioned the baby you’d lost and included them. It was a bittersweet reference. You both agreed they were gone but not forgotten.

“Auntie Y/N!”

“That’s me,” you said bending forward just a little.

“Do you think the baby will be here tomorrow?”

You snorted. “Let’s hope baby stays right where they are until we’re back home and can follow the plan.”

That plan was a home birth until it was no longer medically safe. That had taken some but not too much convincing on Chris’s part. Everyone was anxious to meet the baby and you understood. It had been several years since there was a baby to dote on and this baby would be Chris’s. It was going to be one spoiled kid.

You and Chris stood there and watched your families interact singing Christmas carols and dancing around the beach without a care in the world. The sight warmed your heart and made you feel so much love and gratitude. After years of pain and so much struggle, you didn’t have any left in you. Sometimes you found it hard to believe how much things had changed; how much you’d changed. You often had to pinch yourself just to make sure it was still reality you were living in and not some fever dream.

“It’s real,” Chris whispered.

You sank back on him and sighed. “It is.

Turning your head, you kissed him sweetly then whispered in his ear.

“Thank you.”

Chris pulled back and gazed into your eyes. “Thank you.”

An hour later, you were sitting on the floor in the living room while everyone was doing their own thing. Your thing was watching Tik Tok videos with the kids and laughing at the things that people posted. Every so often Chris’ nieces and nephews who were now your nieces and nephews rubbed your belly every time you put your hand on it to soothe the swarm of kicks you received every time you laughed. They went back and forth with laughing about and watching the videos and talking about the coming baby. Their excitement was evident, and it warmed your heart.

“Auntie Y/N?”

“Yes honey.”

“If we have to quarantine again, will you and the baby come back here like last time?”

“Would you want that?”

They all nodded.

“You sure? You know a newborn is loud and sleeps a lot, right?”

“We know. We could help you and Uncle Chris. We’ll feed it, sing to it, play with it.”

You smiled and took a peek around to see who was listening. Nearly everyone was.

“Well, thank you, I’m sure your Uncle Chris, and I will need the help.”

Your eyes met Chris’s and they had a look that was hard to read but so transparent. A small smile spread across his lips as he winked at you then went back to the book in his hands, yet another pregnancy and baby book.

An hour or so later when you walked out of the bathroom freshly showered and robed, you walked into an empty bedroom.

“Chris?”

You looked around the sizable room expecting to see him somewhere, but he wasn’t anywhere in the room. Walking over to your phone resting on the charging pod on the nightstand, you readied yourself to text him beginning to wonder if he was again playing the piano to calm his thoughts as he’d done on Thanksgiving. Before you began typing out a message to him, you saw the notecard and a lone yellow sunflower entwined with one lone white daisy laying in the center of the bed.

“What in the--.”

You knew better than to try to reach for it. If you did that you’d topple right over, it was a miracle you didn’t stumble and tumble throughout the day already. Perching on the side of the bed, you took the items and smiled. He’d been giving you sunflowers and daisies since your first official date, right here. Suspicion flooded you.

“No way.”

You opened the note and instantly recognized Chris’s handwriting.

-Y/N-

This seems to be the best day and the best way to go about this. You know how much you mean to me.

No day goes by without a thought of you. From the morning, and all through the day, I can’t stop thinking about you.

Will you have dessert with me tonight?

If your answer is yes and you’re feeling up to it, please meet me where it all began for us.

God, I hope your answer is yes.

-Chris

Unable to fight the tears back you sniffled and dabbed at your eyes. The influx of hormones coursing through you was to blame. You remembered the first note he’d sent asking for you to meet him for dinner for your first date and you’d memorized the first note he’d written. You smelled the flowers once more then placed your hand on your stomach as mini-Evans chimed in their opinion.

“Okay baby, give me another hour or two of energy please, I think daddy deserves some alone time. So whaddaya say?”

You waited a few moments and smiled as the baby settled giving you an answer.

“Okay, here we go.”

You hauled yourself up, grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed then went on your way. Downstairs, once you’d pulled on your snow boots, you gave Dodger a nuzzle and command to stay put for the night then you walked outside and smiled widely when you saw snow flurries were falling. You hated winter but you loved falling snow and loved it even more here. It was one of the most interesting things to see the white snow sprinkled across the brown sand and bushes while the rolling waves barreled to the shore. You knew it was going to be a beautiful sight tomorrow morning and made a mental note to request your morning walk along the beach rather than around the property.

You knew the path to the cabin like the back of your hand and could walk it with your eyes closed. As you walked, you allowed the memories of the first time you’d walked this path for a secret meeting that only the two of you knew about. You’d been nervous then, now there was no nervousness. As you closed in on the cabin, you saw all the twinkling lights on, and again you smiled. When you stepped through the gate, there he stood on the deck holding a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies.

After climbing the steps, you stopped in front of him.

“Where do you find these flowers? It’s the dead of winter.”

“My mother’s greenhouse,” he replied.

You snorted and giggled knowing she was going to kill him.

“She’s going to kill you.”

“She won’t especially if she knows they were for her precious daughter-in-law who is carrying her precious new grandbaby.”

He had a point. He could get away with anything as long as the reason was you. Chris held the bouquet out to you, and you happily took them.

“Thank you, baby.”

You kissed him and a shiver ran through you. Chris pulled the blanket tighter around you and put his arm around you.

“Trying to catch your death?”

“I’m fine. It wasn’t the weather that gave me the chill.”

His blue eyes darkened, and you that devilish smirk appeared.

“Good to know I still give you chills.”

“Still? Evans, there hasn’t been a day you haven’t given me chills. You still got it, old man.”

He rolled his eyes and led you inside the cabin that was lit aglow with row after row of candles.

“My god Chris.”

“Do you remember our first time here together?”

You nodded and looked around at his craftiness.

“There weren’t any candles here, but I really wanted there to be. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You snorted again at his confession.

“I think it was perfect the way it was, as is this.”

He kissed your temple and walked you to the bedroom where there were two large slices of cake, a sea of candles, flower petals, and cushions covering the floor before the bigger-than-life window that showed the falling snow in all its magic. A giddy squeal escaped you before you three your arms around Chris.

“I’ve never seen anyone like falling snow but hate winter,” he teased.

“I could say the same about your obsession with Disney movies and Disneyworld,” you countered narrowing your eyes.

“Wow. Uncalled for Mrs. Evans.”

He led you to the spot and helped you get down to the floor then joined you.

“Oh my god, this is so perfect. You, me, cake, and snow.”

“I don’t know how you keep forgetting little cub,” he said while gently rubbing your belly.

“I’m not forgetting them. It’s hard to forget when you’ve gained over sixty pounds and your ass has stretched to the size of Massachusetts itself.”

“Stop it you’re gorgeous with a particularly sexy ass.”

“You’re just saying that because you like big asses and boobs.”

“I’m saying that because it is true. The former just happens to also be true.”

You smiled, leaned to him, and planted a sloppy kiss on him as a thank you. He’d done everything to show you daily how beautiful and sexy he still thought you were, and you appreciated it more than he knew.

“So, baby agreed to give me another hour or two of energy and you some much-needed alone time, so enjoy it while it lasts.”

He smiled and held out the plate of cake for you. The two of you ate and watched the falling snow decorate the trees and ground enjoying the completeness of your togetherness as a family and the comfort of your connection. There was no need for words, there never was, and it was something you loved about your relationship. Once the cakes and the sparkling apple cider were gone, Chris took your hand and toyed with your fingers.

“The more time that passes I hope more and more that she’s a girl.”

“Why?”

His penetrating orbs landed on you. “So I can have a mini replica of you.”

You touched his jaw and slid your thumb across his bottom lip. “Why not a mini replica of you?”

“Because if there is another you then the world will never be without sunshine and it’s one step closer to being a better place.”

Just like that, you melted, and the evidence came from your eyes and streamed down your cheeks. Chris wiped the tears then kissed your cheeks.

“How’d I get so lucky, Y/N?”

His kiss trailed along your jaw to your ear then down to your neck and shoulder. You sighed softly as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensations. You could feel his fingers deftly loosening the tie of your robe as his lips kissed your skin. In a few short seconds, you felt the robe slide down your arms then Chris’s lips trailing heated kisses along your collarbone then down your chest until your sensitive nipples found their way into his mouth.

“Mmm.”

He gently laid you back against the strategically placed cushions and feasted on your flesh. His movement was slow, and his actions gentle. You knew the tone for the night had been set. He planned on taking things nice and slow, torturing the two of you in the process. You laced your fingers at the back of his head and held him against your breast relishing the pleasure he was giving you—pleasure he’d always given you. The vibration of his moan sent goosebumps across your skin and another shiver through you.

Chris lifted his head and glanced at you.

“How close we came to missing out on this,” he whispered.

You rested your hand against his cheek and spoke, “You can’t miss out on fate. One way or another what’s meant for you will always find you.”

“Are you meant for me?”

His voice was husky and filled with so much emotion. You spread your legs a little further and allowed him more access to you.

“We’re meant for each other,” you whispered.

Your eyes remained locked taking in the words, immersing in the feelings, your connection with one another, and the love between you. As if a flame had been ignited within both of you, you both began moving. You tried to peel off his shirt while he worked at his pants. A few moments later, Chris’s lips were again on your skin kissing, licking, and suckling you until your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A loud gasp echoed in the room at the first feel of his tongue against your pearl and your hands immediately gripped his hair.

“Yes baby,” you panted.

His response was a soft nibble against you and that sent a powerful jolt through you that triggered your orgasm. Your thighs pressed his face as you came undone and shook with the force of your release.

“Oh my god.”

Chris moaned and lapped at your flesh, not one intention of stopping or taking it easy on you. Before your body cooled from one release, you were barreling into another and another and another. By the time he came up for air, part of you doubted you could hang for two more hours but the other part didn’t think two hours was enough for all the things you wanted to do to him. You pulled him to you and kissed him hoping he understood how badly you wanted him. Using your feet, you pushed his boxer-briefs off and moaned when you felt the familiar heaviness of his manhood pressing against your seam. Without a thought, your hips bucked rubbing your soaked entrance against him.

“I wanted to go, slow baby,” Chris moaned.

“Slow and steady might win the race but fast and hard takes the cake.”

He smiled and nuzzled your nose.

“Such a bad, bad girl,” he teased.

“You should punish me.”

“And what should that punishment be?”

“Fuck me.”

Again, Chris smiled then kissed you. “I feel like that would be more of a reward than punishment.”

“Then fuck me hard.”

He groaned and you watched the muscles in his jaw tense. It was exactly what he wanted. He’d held back for months now, and you were just about tired of it.

“Christ you’re going to make me cum from words.”

“Then cum in me while I’m screaming your name.”

Chris groaned.

“God, I love you,” he whispered as he slowly slid inside your body, connecting you.

Both of you released a long hiss with every inch he sheathed. At half length, he retreated, making you grunt. you grunted.

“No. More.”

“Y/N,” Chris said.

It was a warning, one you ignored.

“No. I want to feel all of you,” you protested.

Again, he plunged into your heat giving you a little more than half but still not all. Frustration washed over you and you wrapped one leg around his back hooking your leg. You hoped it would give you leverage to keep him where you wanted him, but no dice. He was stronger and not harboring a massive baby belly that restricted most of your range of motion.

“Chris, please.”

“I don’t know if I can remain in control, Y/N.”

“Please.”

After a deep breath, he gave you what you wanted. With him filling you, your back arched and eyes closed.

“Fuck yes!”

Chris grunted, retreated, then plunged forward again and again each time slow and deliberate. Each steady move increased your torture. While it was a small victory, you realized you’d have to fight for the others.

“Harder.”

Chris groaned and dropped his forehead on your chest.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“You won’t.”

“What if I do? What if I hurt the baby?”

You smirked. “You may be abundantly blessed by the almighty down there, but I assure you, you’re not that blessed babe. The baby will be fine. For the last eight months, you’ve been treating me like some glass figurine, and I love you for it, but I miss the other side of us. I won’t break. I need you and me back. I want to feel you, all of you. I don’t want you to hold back, I don’t want you to control.”

You held his face with both your hands ensuring he was looking at you. “I want you here with me, completely.”

You saw the moment it clicked inside him.

“You’ll tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“I will. Now fuck me.”

Like he’d been unshackled he rotated his hips giving a feel of him from all angles and the move took your breath. He withdrew then flicked his hips forward more forcefully. The movement sent your breasts swinging and you gasped giving yourself over to the pleasure. He did it again and again and each time your gasp sounded more and more breathless.

“Yes, right there baby.”

Your words were the encouragement he needed. Steadily he picked up the pace and with the increased pace came the force from his hips. You watched as each and every chain of control popped until he was free. A few minutes in, you could tell he was as lost to the pleasure as you were. Chris gripped your hips and moved you to meet each of his thrusts. The way his body looked in the glow of the candlelight made your pulse quicken. While you’d put on weight, he’d put on muscle and right now they were all on display for your viewing pleasure and boy was it pleasurable.

“Mmm, you’re so wet, baby.”

“Because of you. Oh my god, Chris, I’m so close.”

“Me too.”

Chris turned you to the side putting your leg on his shoulder and jackhammered into you. Unable to hold it back, you screeched and dug your nails into his muscled thigh.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck Chris make me cum!”

“Cum for me sunshine. Cum all over this dick.”

On command, your body listened, and you let go completely seeing stars in the process. When you felt Chris’s release, it only made you cum that much harder.

“Oh my god, Y/N!”

He hugged your leg that was still perched on his shoulder as he slowly came down from the high you both shared. When your eyes met again, you both smiled slowly.

“Are you all right?”

“Better than.”

He smiled and his eyes dropped to your belly.

“We’re fine. I’m completely crippled but I’m great. We’re going to have to sleep right here.”

Chris snorted then pulled away. Both of you sucked in a breath from the absence of each other. He then came around and easily scooped you into his arms.

“I got you, Mrs. Evans.”

He walked you to the bed then placed you in it. He disappeared out of the room for a few minutes then returned to blow out the candled. When he climbed into bed beside you, you instinctively laid on his tatted chest the same way you’d done for almost two years and listened to his heart.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

Chris kissed the top of your head then tipped your chin up. Meeting his eyes, he kissed your lips.

“I’m the lucky one, sunshine.”

Seconds later, you were out like a light with your entire world nestled closely.

Your final thought---this was what it felt like coming full circle.

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Title: Happily Ever After

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: Anyone/Everyone

Word Count: 1.6K-ish

Warnings: some fluff, mentions of anxiety, some language (writing and posting to tumblr is new to me, so if I ever miss anything that needs to be mentioned, please just let me know)

Summary: Facing your fears leads to one of the best days of your life.

Author's Note: Hi. First time posting to Tumblr (as well as writing Chris), but not a first time writer. I've got a thing or two in progress on other sites, but I think I'm going to wait and see how this one pans out here. Thought of a few drabbles pertaining to this as well, so I might add on with those later. I don't know. We'll see. This story is beta'd by myself, so any mistakes are my own. I would also like to admit that I’ve made moodboards before, but with my own pictures. So this edit was also a first 😅 I’m still working on it. Lol. No joke. I remade the damn thing at least five times.

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Growing up, Disney had always been a big part of my life. I'd come down for breaks during my school years, over summers to visit my family, and then weekends when I was an adult and I finally moved 15 minutes away. It was always a dream of mine to live so close, but also to find someone who loved it as much as I did. Someone to enjoy the food, festivals, and rides with.

And that's where Chris comes in.

I had been in the Expedition Everest Single Rider line one afternoon. I told myself I was going to finally try it. Was I excited? No. Terrified? Absolutely.

I sat in the last row of the roller coaster, when this tall brunette slid in next to me. We were instructed to lower the bar and 'Enjoy the ride!'

Everyone ahead of us was chattering quietly as we ascended the track to the top. I was grabbing the bar with my life, my knuckles starting to turn white. I heard a soft chuckle and glanced to my right.

"First time?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Unfortunately. I'm used to rides like the Haunted Mansion or the Little Mermaid. Those are more my speed." This time he laughed a little harder.

"I"m so glad that my pain and suffering can bring a stranger so much joy," I rolled my eyes.

We get to the top of the track and stop. Soon an announcement comes on that the ride will start back up shortly and to stay seated. "Mother fucker.." I mumbled before I heard the man next to me say "Language!" I whipped my head around and looked at him a little closer. He dawned a pair of sunglasses, a Patriot's cap, and a beautiful full beard. He pulled his sunglasses down a little, and I was soon pierced by the most beautiful eyes I've seen on screen before.

"Shut the front door," I gasped as he shot me a wink before pushing his glasses back up. "Stop. What are you doing here?" I asked, finally realizing who I sat next to.

"Just wanted to get a quick trip in before I..." he hesitated for a moment "before I go back to work." Obviously, he wasn't going to tell me what 'work' entailed (but a few years later, I found out it was Avengers: End Game).

"Of course. Just my luck. The day I get stuck on my first roller coaster, and sit on the verge of an anxiety attack, it's with you," I buried my face into my hands.

"Hey. At least I can relate to that. Been there. Done that. Bought the t-shirt." This time, I was laughing until I heard another announcement. The ride was starting up shortly.

My heart dropped and I went back to white-knuckling the bar. I soon felt a large hand engulf mine. "You'll be okay. I promise." And soon, we were off.

My heart was racing the entire time, but I think it was also because Chris' hand never left mine. We screamed, albeit for different reasons, but it was...exhilarating.

Soon after, the coaster came to a stop and everyone was getting out. I was still sitting when I heard "You coming?" and turned to see that Chris was holding his hand out. I took it, stepped from the seat, and we walked towards the exit.

"So, what'd you think?" he asked, as we stepped off to the side, just outside of the exit.

"Well..my heart is still pounding, and I can't decide if I want to go grab lunch now, or after riding that again," I smiled as I look up at him, greeted with a smile of his own.

"Well..how about we ride it again, and then I'll buy you lunch?" he asked.

"Oh. You don't have to. I'm sure you have other plans for toda-"

"I did," he cut me off. "But it'd be more fun to do them with someone than by myself. Besides. You deserve a good lunch for facing your fears today."

And from that day on, everything was history.

I gave him my number that night, and told him that if he were ever at Disney again, to contact me. And to my surprise, he actually did the next time he was in town.

And he did it again.

And again.

It went on for about a year before he asked to make it official between us. I was in shock, but I couldn't say no. I had fallen in love with my new Disney friend, so I gave it a shot. It was hard at first, with him always away filming or in Boston, but we made it work.

I found myself flying a few times to see him and he would fly down to see me when he could. We kept everything strictly out of social media, both for his sanity and my safety.

After almost two years, we were sitting down at his kitchen table when we decided that I would move in with him. He said he'd take care of me, that I wouldn't have to work anymore, but I enjoyed my line of work. Yes, I had hard days, and sometimes came home complaining, but doesn't everyone? I told him I'd continue working if I moved in with him, and he was fine with it.

He was actually fine with a lot of things. And so understanding. He was always there when I was dealing with my anxiety, when I was home sick and needed to visit my family, or even when I just needed to be near him. Not in an affectionate way, but just being in the same room as him made some of those hard days better.

Whenever he was away filming, he always made a point to call or FaceTime me once a day (he said he tried to because he loves me; I think it's because I always had Dodger pictures ready to send, or to have on screen for him).

When Chris finished his most reason film, he promised a short vacation. I was over the moon when I found out we were going to Disney World.

It was a relaxing trip, and something that we both needed. We visited all of the parks, rode all of our favorite rides, and even got to enjoy the flower festival at EPCOT (he said he made the plans for exactly that reason because he remembered it was my favorite festival). It was such a magical few days but of course, all good things must come to an end.

The last night of our trip, we were standing at the small bridge in the Italy Pavilion. I was standing against the railing, with Chris right behind me. His arms were wrapped around my stomach, while mine were placed over his. EPCOT had just started their nightly show, but all I could think was how truly happy I was at that moment in my life.

I leaned back a little more into Chris, and squeezed his hands a little tighter.

"Everything okay, baby?" he asked as he kissed just above my right ear.

I turned my head to look up at him and smiled. "Everything is perfect, my love."

"Good," he said, as he leaned down to give me a slow and sweet kiss.

I turned back to watch the fireworks when Chris started whispering into my ear. "You know how much I love you, baby, right?"

"Almost as much as you love Dodger," he chuckled at my response. "Baby..Dodger may be the moon that brought light to a dark time in my life, but you are my world and sun. You…You are my everything. You've allowed me to be me, and been very accepting of my lifestyle. You have never questioned any choices I've made, and you've been with me every step of the way for these past few years."

I turned my body to look at him. My hands running up and down his arms, as his hands laid on my waist, and my eyes catching those beautiful, ocean blue eyes.

"I do all that because I love you, Chris. You know that," I said before I leaned up to kiss his cheek, his nose, and then his lips. I lingered for a second longer, before I pulled back to look at the man in front of me.

"And I want everyone to know how much I love you, baby."

I was a little confused, as we've done anything and everything to keep our relationship to ourselves and family. But everything soon clicked when he took a step back and knelt onto one knee. He had reached into his pocket to retrieve a small, red box.

When he opened it, my eyes flew from the ring to his face. He was starting to look a little blurry, but that might have been due to the tears that were starting to run down my face.

"I'm willing to take on anything life throws at me, as long as you are by my side. Y/N..will you do me the honors of marrying me?"

I couldn't get a word out, but I was soon nodding my head, getting down to his level, placing my hands on either side of his face, and kissing him.

"Yes," I was finally able to say and the few bystanders around us started to cheer. There was a Disney photographer capturing the entire moment, and I was elated to see the pictures later on.

But at that moment, after he had slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me under the fireworks, nothing else mattered.

Because I was finally getting my happily ever after.

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thelazyhermits · 4 years ago

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The Best Kind of Present

So, as y’all have seen on the most recent post I reblogged, @euan112358 has updated and edited, A Bright Celebration, which I highly recommend y’all check out if you haven’t already.

One of the additions that was made was the brief mention in chapter 5 of Midoriya deciding to give Fortune a second present which I plan on going into more detail here. For the record, this drabble takes place between chapters 4 & 5 of A Bright Celebration.

I hope y’all enjoy it! ^-^

Karaoke is so much fun.

You always figured as much after seeing people singing karaoke on TV, considering they always looked like they were having such an enjoyable time, but now, you know from firsthand experience that this is something that TV actually portrayed accurately.

The you from a year ago definitely would’ve felt differently because of the awful stage fright you used to have. However, that’s thankfully not something that’s afflicting you now thanks to the performance you, Eri, and Class 1-A put on for UA’s most recent class of graduates during their graduation ceremony.

Ever since then, you’ve felt much more comfortable about singing around others. Sure, you never really go out of your way to sing around others since old habits die hard, but you don’t mind singing whenever Eri or your students ask you to.

That’s why you don’t have any problems with singing on the night of your birthday, because you want to make the most of this momentous occasion and have as much fun as possible with your UA family.

Besides, how could you ever say no to your adorable students when they’re looking at you so expectantly?

As a result, once the karaoke marathon is set into motion, you find yourself behind the microphone many times. While you sing by yourself a few times, you mostly end up singing with others since many people wanted the chance to sing with the birthday girl, and you were all too happy to oblige.

Because you’re having so much fun, it’s no surprise that you’re all smiles on the night of your grand birthday celebration. This is, without a doubt, one of the most fun nights you’ve ever experienced, and you know it will definitely be one of the most unforgettable ones.

Everyone really went all out to make your first birthday memorable, and they definitely succeeded.

“Hero too. I am a hero too~”

Even though you’re currently taking a break from the karaoke marathon that’s going on in the living room, you can’t stop yourself from singing quietly under your breath as you make a trip to the kitchen to grab yourself a bottle of water.

Yaoyorozu’s birthday present has really put you in the singing mood, and you have a feeling that’s not going to be changing anytime soon, especially considering how much fun you’re having with everyone.

Before these fun times can continue, however, you must first quench your thirst since all the singing you’ve been doing has left you feeling quite parched. Once that’s done, you can get right back into the festivities.

As you smile at that thought, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water. Just as you’re moving to close the fridge door, a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Y/N-sensei?”

You jolt in surprise at the sound since you weren’t expecting to be addressed so suddenly. You had thought you were the only one in the kitchen, but that’s obviously not the case.

When you close the fridge door, you see Midoriya standing there. Taking note of your surprise, he smiles sheepishly. “Sorry if I startled you.”

As you wave off his apology with a smile, you open the water bottle you grabbed and take a swig of your drink. Once you’ve quenched your thirst, you ask, “What brings you here, Midoriya? Did you need something out of the kitchen, or were you looking for me?”

“I was hoping I could speak privately with you for a moment.” Midoriya answers, “So, when I saw you come into the kitchen, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to do that.”

The corners of your lips curve upwards. “You know, I’m always happy to talk to you, Midoriya, so I’m all ears. What’s on your mind?”

Flushing, Midoriya begins twiddling his fingers. “Umm...it’s about the present you got from All Might...”

Your smile turns teasing. “Were you hoping that you could come along with us? I know you were quite jealous when you heard that my present was a weekend trip alone with him.”

His blush darkens as he begins wildly waving his hands. “N-no! You’ve got it all wrong, I swear!”

With a giggle, you reach over to ruffle his hair. “I know. I was just teasing you, Midoriya. Your reactions are always so cute, so I can never help myself.”

While Midoriya sighs in relief, you tilt your head. “So, what did you want to talk about that involves All Might’s present?”

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “I was just thinking about the reason you were so excited about his present.”

As you blink in surprise, Midoriya continues, “From an outsider’s point-of-view, everyone would assume you were so excited because of your love of cats and because All Might, the former number one hero himself, is the one who will be taking you there, but...”

A soft smile forms on his lips. “When I saw the face you were making after receiving his present, all I could think was that you were so happy because you would be able to spend quality time with All Might. I could tell because I knew I would be making a similar face if I was in your shoes.”

Once you get over your surprise, you return his smile. “As expected of you. You’re exactly right, Midoriya.”

“It’s true I was excited about getting to visit an island full of cats, but I honestly would’ve been excited no matter where All Might decided to take me. because I knew anywhere would be fun as long as he was there with me.” You add.

Your expression softens. “Ever since I was a child, I’ve always dreamt of getting to spend that kind of quality time with him because he was the first hero I ever looked up to, who played a pivotal role in getting me through those years I spent in the underworld, so he’ll always be someone I greatly admire and treasure.”

His smile grows. “I’m sure All Might realized that too. That’s why he worked so hard to set things up, so the two of you can go on that trip together, because he treasures you just as much as you treasure him.”

Warmth envelops your chest at his words. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.”

Soon after that, his smile fades, and he begins fidgeting for some reason. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, Midoriya mumbles, “After seeing how happy you were about getting to spend quality time with All Might, I got to thinking and....”

“And?” You parrot as you tilt your head curiously.

His earlier blush returns at full force. “I was thinking that, in addition to the hero costume I had made with Hatsume-san’s help, I could give you another present, one like All Might’s.”

Your eyes widen. “You mean...?”

Midoriya shyly nods, “Since you’re always telling me how much you enjoy spending time with me, because you love spending time with your heroes, I thought maybe the two of us could also do something together to celebrate your birthday.”

After saying that, he quickly adds, “Of course, I realize that there’s no way I could ever compete with All Might no matter how hard I try. I couldn’t take you to something as exciting as one of the cat islands or to any expensive places that he could easily afford, and-”

Before he can finish that sentence, you pull the surprised boy into a tight hug. “Don’t be silly. Do you really think I care about stuff like that? Obviously, I’ll be happy no matter where I go as long as I’m with you.”

His posture relaxes as he returns the hug. “That’s how I feel too. I know no matter what we do that I’ll have fun because I always enjoy myself when I’m with you.”

A warm feeling takes root in your chest at his words. “Just hearing that is a great birthday present in itself since nothing makes me happier than to hear that my hero enjoys being with me as much as I enjoy being with him.”

“Sensei....”

Since it sounds like your student is on the verge of tears, you refrain from saying anything else that could make him cry. Instead, you pull away from him and meet his teary gaze, smiling all the while. “So, what would you like to do together? Did you have something in mind?”

Midoriya blushes as he shakes his head. “Not really. I was so nervous about just asking you to hang out that I didn’t think to consider what we could actually do together...”

“B-But I will definitely think of something fun we can do! I’ll begin researching tonight to find the best places in town to visit, so I can get back with you as soon as possible!” He quickly adds.

Chuckling, you ruffle his hair. “There’s no rush, Midoriya. Besides, considering how late we’ll all likely stay up tonight, I think you should save your research for another day, considering tomorrow is the first day of the new school year.”

He sheepishly scratches his cheek. “Oh yeah, that’s true...”

“So, take all the time you need, Midoriya.” You smile, “I don’t mind waiting since I know whatever you have in store for me will be worth the wait.”

His expression brightens. “I’ll make sure to meet your expectations!”

Your smile grows. “I know you will, because meeting and surpassing my expectations is something you’ve been doing for quite some time now.”

And you have no doubt that that won’t be changing anytime soon.

#TABF #TABF post scene #midoriya izuku #my writing #after talking with storysmith #about this idea I had for midoriya #I really wanted to write a little something for it #since this mental image was just too cute #these two really are too precious #you gotta love them #in regards to where they go #I haven't decided yet #I also don't know if I'll ever write out their day together #I guess it depends on if inspiration hits #I just really wanted to show why all might's present meant so much to fortune #and also show midoriya being his usual adorable self <3

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catalinaroleplay · 4 years ago

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WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR’S EVE...?

It’s a Thursday night. Maybe you’re in bed, curled up with a good book, or maybe you’re having drinks out with your friends. Maybe you’re even one of those folks that like to go out partying on weeknights, dancing the night away to music that’ll definitely give you static in your ears the next morning. Regardless, this Thursday night is different, because it’s New Year’s Eve.

You’re in LA, honestly. Catalina Island, as idyllic as it is, has never held a candle to LA in terms of New Year’s festivities — or maybe you’ve just got friends throwing all the parties, with endless bottles of Veuve Clicquot to boot. Everything is absolutely perfect: you’re closing out the year with your friends, your family, or a bunch of strangers that are just as excited to ring in 2021 as you are. The clock strikes midnight and you’re cheering; everybody’s cheering. You stick around for another drink, but everything dies down pretty quickly after that.

By the time you’re ready to go, you hop on the ferry; lucky, aren’t you, that they posted a special schedule for New Year’s Eve? You’re already a bit hungover and regretting that last glass of champagne, and you yawn, crossing your fingers that you won’t get sick. There’s two people swaying by the side, retching — and oh, look, there’s another to your right.

1:06AM — You’re tired, you want to get your phone charged before it dies completely. You’re probably a little under a quarter of the way back, though after that, you’ll have to Uber home too. From behind you, you can hear somebody laugh loudly, and you sigh, closing your eyes.

1:10AM — You jolt awake. Someone has screamed OH FUCK! from the bridge, and you look around. Everybody around you seems alarmed, but hey, it’s New Year’s. Everybody’s drunk, and you can’t be 100% sure it came from the driver. Surely it was some drunk kid who tripped on their way over to the bathroom, right?

You stay awake this time, though. Ten minutes away, and all around you is the ocean, but it’s calming, in a way. Everybody has returned to their quiet chatter, and you check your phone — 1:15AM.

And that’s when the ferry sputters to a stop.

Not a moment is lost; the door to the bridge flies open, and the driver (you recognize him, it’s the Mayor’s no-good son) stumbles out, howling, crying, the front of his shirt covered in hot sauce. In his one hand is a burrito, in the other are remnants of pieces of something in his hand. His eyes are bloodshot, and all he says is I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY as he falls to the ground, crying in his little pool of sauce by his feet.

You bolt up. You and few others take initiative and pop into the control room. You’re shocked at what you find, unsure of whether to cry or laugh. Everything is covered in hot sauce, and in the corner is a family-sized bottle, all empty. The label says THE DEVIL’S GHOST PEPPER, and when you pick it up to smell it, your nose stings with something wicked.

Immediately, you crouch down next to him, trying to get the story out. It comes in pieces, but he explains: he’d been eating a burrito, he’d wanted some hot sauce. As he opened the new bottle up, some got in his eye, and he screamed. (So that was what the cursing was about!) In pain, he’d shaken the bottle out and covered the entire bridge in hot sauce, and that’d been when the ferry stopped. The cherry right on top of his bad day, he’d forgotten to check the tank on the ferry. They were out of diesel.

Sighing, you check your phone. NO SIGNAL, it rings out. Turns out the black pieces in his hand were remnants of the radio he’d broken apart while trying to fix it, and you feel defeated. What could you do? You ask the driver whether anybody would notice, if anybody would come their way, and he shakes his head, morose. I offered to close up. I - I wanted to prove to my dad that I could do something —

You ignore him. You have no patience for the apologies of a man covered in sweat, rice, and hot sauce, when you spot a red box in the corner. The flare! Of course! Somebody was bound to see the light and you rush over, opening up the box. From behind you, you hear the sobbing stop. Is that the flare?

You nod, walking back out to shoot it into the air when somebody grabs you arm. I can do it! Let me do it! I need to — it’s the goddamn ferry driver, and he’s wrestling you for the flare, and you’d rather be thrown off the boat than let this idiot do anything else — and in the scuffle, the flare flies out of both of your hands, straight into the water.

And that is the moment you know that you are all trapped.

IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION.

SURPRISE — it’s plot drop time! IC information is as follows:

Your muses are trapped on the ferry on January 1st, 2021, from 1AM – 3:30AM.

Cell service is spotty. Every so often, you may get a call or a text, but it is difficult to hold a conversation.

At 3AM, somebody finally gets ahold of the Mayor, who sends out another ferry to rescue everybody, shuttling everyone back to the island by 4AM.

Please let us know by TUESDAY, JANUARY 5TH @ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC if your muse(s) were on the ferry at this time.

If your muse(s) were not on the ferry, you are still allowed to interact with muses that are on the ferry through choppy texts or phone conversations. It is unclear what happened, as there is no communication going from the ferry back to the island. Your muses on the island are free to speculate what is happening and gather around the Catalina Marina for news. However, nobody is at the Marina, as the driver offered to close up.

Feel free to go as lighthearted or as dark as you wish with the drop!

OUT-OF-CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Beginning Date: Wednesday, January 6th ─ 8AM PST / 11AM EST / 3PM UTC.

Ending Date: Wednesday, January 13th ─ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC. No new threads related to the event can be created after this date.

Event Threads: Friday, January 15th ─ 5PM PST / 8PM EST / 12AM UTC. Have all event threads, whether you finish a thread, headcanon its ending, or shift it into a non-event related thread, completed by this date and time.

Previous Threads: We kindly ask all non-event related threads to be wrapped up or put on hold for the event, just so everyone can focus on their event interactions. If you have previous threads that you’d like to continue after the event, please draft them before the start of the event so you don’t lose them!

Acceptances: No acceptances will be held during this event. We’ll be bypassing January 8th (Friday) and January 11th (Monday).

Starters: All starters must be tagged #catalina: starter and #catalina: lost at sea and make sure to tag the starter blog ( @catalinastarter ). As always, group rules still apply during the event. Once there are four starters in the tag, you must respond to THREE STARTERS before posting your own.

Tags: Any edit, such as your character’s outfit for New Year’s can be tagged #catalina: lost at sea and #catalina: media! All edits will be reblogged on @catalinamedia.

Self-paras: Feel free to write self-paras pertaining to the event!

Lastly but most importantly: HAVE FUN! This is a chance to interact with characters and players you haven’t yet, so please use this opportunity to be inclusive. If you’ve read all of this, please REPLY with your favorite emoji so I know you’ve seen it!

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winchester90210 · 5 years ago

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x10: Isn't It Romantic?

Rewrite Masterlist

Read the previous chapter here!

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

Chapter Summary: Dylan and Brenda's hook up causes everyone to reassess how they feel.

Warnings: A makeout scene! Lots of feelings, colds, condoms, more feelings, 2 different fights, mentions of sex, a little fluff, guilt, cuddling with a sick person, platonic (?) cuddling, swearing, angst, possible pining depending on how you look at it?

Word count: 4,000

A/N: This was definitely one of my favorites! Brenda and Dylan are one of my favorite couples ever so I'm looking forward to that. Don't cuddle with contagious people, folks.

Feedback is incredibly appreciated!

"Hey, B," you strolled over to Brandon in the Walshes backyard. The sun, per usual was unrelentless and aggressive, bright. But the birds were chirping, you were at the Walshes, and you felt great.

"Hey Y/N/N,"

"Uh-oh, how's Mondale?" You placed your hand on the hood of the Chevy, and tapped it with the pads of your fingers, observing the car's fleshed out state.

"Oh, he's fine, just tuning him up a little," A loose grey tank top hung on his shoulders, grease from the car in every odd place on his body. And he still had the audacity to look that good. "We're still on for the movie tonight, right?"

"What, like I would miss seeing Animal Crackers on the big screen? I'd hope you wouldn't take me for a fool, Walsh," You smile, and he grins back, wiping off the tool, twisting it in his hand.

Dylan slides out from under the car, just as grease-laden as his friend. He smiles up at you, squinting from the sun. He takes the wrench from Brandon, "That's what I kept tellin' him, no girl in her right mind can resist Animal Crackers."

All four of you crowd around the movie theater table, setting your drinks, various amounts of snacks, and a large bucket of popcorn down. A girl, tall with curly blonde hair struts over.

"Hi Dylan," she smiles.

"Hey, how you been?" He chuckles, lips wrapping around the straw of his soda.

"Great," she taps her straw on his shoulder, breaking it open and pulling it out with her teeth. With that, she walks off.

"Friend o' yours?" Brandon asks.

"Well, we used to hang out a little bit. I would've introduced you guys, but I forgot her name,"

"Nice," Brenda nods.

"What a gentleman," you add.

"Wait, it's not my fault! She keeps changing it! To-- to things like 'Tanya' or 'Blue' 'cause her real name is something like 'Gertrude', or 'Beatrice', or 'Brenda,'" He quips, dangerously close to cracking up at his own joke. Brenda takes her straw and jams it against his shoulder, taking it out with her teeth and walking off. You smile delightedly to the boys and follow Brenda in.

Rock music fills the apartment as you sit down on the sofa, Brandon directly to your right.

"This sound system is incredible! I mean, it's like it's alive!" Brenda praises the stereo as she sits down onto the ottoman.

"Yeah, you don't just hear it, you feel it!" Dylan enthuses.

"Sub-woofers, right?!" Brandon asks.

"You got it," Dylan answers. The doorbell to the apartment buzzes, making him hop to his feet. "Foodage!"

"Hey, thanks for letting me come with you guys," Brenda says.

"Oh, no problem! It's nice having another girl here,"

"Yeah, and you play cards, right? Maybe you could come with us again," he leaned over the back of the sofa, "What do you think, McKay?!" Brandon shouts back to him, who's got four paper bags in hand as he makes his way back.

"Absolutely!" The four of you pounce on the bags, immediately digging into them.

"Hey, these fries are just like at the hotel," Brandon comments.

"They are from the hotel, ever since my dad closed the suite, Henry sends them to me because he knows we need our fix," He juts his pointer finger out and wiggles it between you and him.

"He gave up the suite? What happened?"

"Long story," he sits onto the floor, and looks up at Bren, "Hey! It's your turn, pick 'em!" Brenda shuffles through the different rock CDs on the table.

"Okay, okay! What about--" she hands one to Dylan, "--that?" Dylan gives her a sceptical "Are you serious?" Look before taking it.

"Ha, yeah okay," He giggles, taking it out of the case. Dylan shows both you and Brandon,.to which Brandon responds

"Oh, no, absolutely not!" All four of you begin to bicker light-heartedly, the CD issue clearly very polarizing.

Oh, joy. Let the wonders of the Health class sex unit begin. With Steve Sanders directly behind you, Brenda to your left, and David & Scott in front of you this class was always... interesting. The class period starts and Steve leans forward.

"Did you ever notice that when the subject turns towards sex Mr. Kravitz starts playing with his beard?" You and Brenda turn forward and see-- you guessed it! Mr. Kravitz your 45-year-old, Jewish, white, male teacher playing and scratching beard. Twin looks of disgust are thrown back Steve's way. He was right. And you were never going to be able to unsee that. Gross.

You're sitting at Brandon's blanket-covered feet as he sneezes for the tenth time that night. The blue robe he's wearing matches his eyes and his scratchy, deep, sick voice has got you melting when it definitely shouldn't be. He's still hot when he's sick. What an asshole.

Brenda waltzes in, her shoes clicking against the hardwood, ready to go for the second night of Marx Bros. festivities. She sits next to Brandon on the ledge of the couch, legs on the ground.

"I hope you feel better!"

"Hey, come on. It'll be fun. You can be the nurse, and Dylan can be the orderly," He jokes, his voice low and raspy. Fuck hormones and the horse they rode in on, because you're actually attracted to him right now.

"You don't want us to get sick, do you?" She responds. Brenda hops up when she hears the car horn. "Bye guys!" She's out of the door before anyone else can get a word in.

"Wait a minute, she's going out alone with that guy?" Jim complains, stacking up the piles of paper on his desk.

"Apparently," Cindy shrugs. Jim's pouting like a child, and stomps out of the room. His wife is following behind him, looking to calm him down.

"So I see your dad's a fan of Dylan," you jokingly muse.

"Yeah, they're buddies, I think I think he’s inviting Dylan out for golf and a movie," He smiles, "Are you sure you want to stay here? I don't know how much fun this is going to be." Brandon raises his mug of tea to his lips.

"I'm positive. I mean I've seen Duck Soup about a million times anyway," you assure him, "How are you feeling, by the way? Need more cough syrup?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks," He sits up, scooting over yo the far edge of the couch, "C'mere."

"What? Brandon, you're sick,"

"C'mere!"

"Brandon,"

"Y/N,"

"Fine," You show faux discontent as you lie down in the empty space, "I'll bite. What are we watching tonight?"

"Well, I've narrowed it down to either Quantum Leap or Magnum P.I."

"Oh, go with Quantum Leap, no question."

You stir back onto your side from your stomach, and your nose is met with the soft skin of Brandon's cheek. You moan sleepily and inhale, preparing yourself to get up even though it's the last thing you want to do. You open your eyes, trying to blink the sleep out of them. Your left hand is currently draped over his chest, with your legs intertwined with his. You needed to get up but... he was warm, and welcoming, and gentle and... your home definitely was not. You inch yourself up, getting up as gently as possible, lifting your arm up from him. He lets out a gravelly groan and wraps his arms around you.

"Stay."

"It's late, B," you yawn, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He mumbles a sleepy "mhmm," and you stand up, straightening out your clothes. "Love you, Y/N/N." WHAT?!

Okay, he's hopped up on cough syrup. It doesn't mean anything. It might've been an accident. Y'know, like when you tell the pizza guy you love him? Right? Right?

You're sitting own on the carpet of your bedroom floor, parallel to Dylan. The plush eggshell carpet is soft under you but the air in the room is hostile, uneasy, tense. You were sleepy, fighting to keep your eyes open due to it being 3 in the morning. He got here around midnight, and it's been nothing but utter chaos since.

"So, you're sure you're good with me and Brenda?" He tries to catch your gaze but you actively avoid it, your eyes darting to the window, the closet, wherever.

"Brenda and I," you correct him jokingly, but the playful part of it doesn't carry through in your voice. "I'm happy for you guys."

"Y/N," He starts.

"Dylan, don't," you beg, "On the off-chance that I wasn't okay with it, what good would it do? What would it change?"

"I- I need to know where we're at," He stresses, "Because you're sending me about a million different signals right now. I'm exhausted, Y/N/N. I need to know how you feel."

"I think..." you sigh, pondering, "you need to be with Brenda, if that's what you want."

"Stop telling me what you think and tell me how you feel," He urges. You bolt to your feet looking to escape, but he joins you, with a gentle grip on your shoulders. If he was anyone else, you would've been scared. But it was him. And you weren't.

"I feel like you need to be with my best friend. She's the one wanting to be with you, and she's the one you started dating." His jaw clenches, and he takes a deep shaky breath. His grip on you drops before he speaks again, his voice much quieter, much softer than before.

"Do you have feelings for me?" You're taken back by his boldness, your eyes widened and your brows furrowed. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing seems right. So you stay quiet. "Y/N, come on." His eyes search yours, desperate for an answer, a hint to what's going on inside your head.

"Maybe I did when I first got here, but--" you run your hands through your hair, inhaling. "Dylan, we're friends. That's all we're ever going to be, and that's all I want to be," He paces around your room as you sit back onto the foot of your bed, it faintly squeaks under you.

"Do you really believe that?" He laughs sourly. "We've never been just friends, and you know it." The faintest scowl was on his face, whether it was from disappointment or annoyance you couldn't tell. "You really think there isn't anything between us?"

"Yes! Because there isn't!" You're shouting now, desperately. And by all meanings of the word you're frustrated. Intensely. And thankful that your parents decided to go out tonight. "I can't do this to Brenda!"

"You wouldn't be doing anything. She's not my girlfriend, we're not getting married, hell, we're barely even friends! It was one kiss!"

"If the kiss was so insignificant, why tell me at all?!"

"Why are you so bent out of shape over this--"

"Why are you?! I--"

"Would you just shut up for a minute?!" His voice was boisterous, livid, you wouldn't be surprised if Eric could hear from the other side of the house.

"Make me!"

You're not sure how long you two had been bickering at this point. It had been going on all night. About Brenda, about Brandon, Steve, Dylan's dad, Mondale, pie. And every single time it circled back to the same topic: feelings. It was a topic that both of you were well acquainted with but not always willing to talk through. Especially when it had to do with each other. But you weren't losing this without a fight, because if you cared about your friendship with Brenda at all, you had to stick up for her. The weird thing is, these past few months you and Dylan had been drama-free. No spats, no arguments, no sparring. And now? You were both swinging at the other person whenever you could get a hit in.

Wednesday morning came around, and Brandon was trying to catch up with Dylan as he raced down the hall.

"Dylan? How's it goin'?"

"Gettin' by, how's the cold?"

"Better, thanks,"

"Where's Y/N/N? Aren't you two usually following each other around like lost little puppies?"

"She's sick," Brandon sighs, "I feel real bad about it too, it's kind of my fault. She stayed over the night you and Bren went out." Yeah, cuddling with a guy that has a major cold? Bad idea. "How was the movie, by the way?"

"We didn't make the movie," He shrugs.

"Hi," Brenda grins. She places a soft kiss to Dylan's cheek as he puts his arms around her.

"Brenda, hi,"

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't go to the movie?"

"How'd it go with Brandon playing nurse?" Kelly smirks.

"Fine," you laugh, "He came over, we played monopoly, I got high on cough syrup, we watched some Hartley House reruns. It was... fine."

"Oh, he is majorly into you," Kelly muses.

"He is not!" You argue. Crossing your arms over your chest, you continue, "He's just returning the favor."

"He's totally hooked. What guy would spend 6 hours at a girl's house when she's phlegmy and sneezing if he wasn't already completely in love with her?"

"I agree with Kel, Y/N/N. Brandon didn't stop talking about you after he got back! Y’know, he can be so sweet when he's not faced with the challenges of sticking up for me and Dylan. It's like they're all in this conspiracy to take away the most exciting and best thing that's happened to me since we moved here!" Brenda rants. Kelly lies on her side, flipping through a magazine with her back to you both.

"That's why you're going to keep your date with Dylan and sleep at my house," You pick up one of Kelly's discarded magazines. "You can't let your parents stop everything fun that ever happens to you."

"This is going so fast," She's apprehensive as she speaks, her brows creasing slightly.

"And we're just talking about it, wait till you get to the real thing," Kelly smirks.

"I guess I'm more into the romance angle, like in the movies,"

"That's all well and good for the movies, but you do have protection right?" Kelly looks up from her Cosmopolitan to eye Brenda up. Brenda pauses, and swallows.

"Well, no,"

"Open that drawer," She points to her nightstand, and Brenda pulls out a small wooden box, "Basic rule number one-- Never rely on the guy. Memorize that." She opens it up,

"You sound so clinical," Brenda criticizes anxiously. Kelly rolls her eyes, taking a silver condom out.

"Dear, clinical is 'What time shall we schedule the procedure?'"

Brenda's jaw drops, "Kelly, that's awful!"

"Would you rather be sitting around and thinking about names? How about Dylan Jr. or Brendina?" Brenda sighs jaggedly.

"Fine, I'll take 'em. But this is not the part I want to be thinking about."

"If it goes well you won't be thinking at all. Here Y/N/N, take some too." She tosses a few to you, and you catch them with a soft clap.

"Kelly, I'm just getting over my cold. I don't think I'm going to be bedding anyone soon," you laugh.

"You never know," she shrugs, "it could come in handy."

"Hey Dylan, where you going so fast?"

"Got to be someplace, what's up?"

"I was hoping you could help me work on my car this weekend,"

"Look, I'd like to, but my old man got back in town. He's got... it's a long story,"

"You don't have time to tell me about it?"

"Not really,"

"Oh, but you do have time to make out with my sister and flirt with Y/N," He bites, nostrils flaring and eyebrows furrowed.

"What's your point?"

"My point is you better really like my sister. She's very romantic, and dreamy, and sweet and she's not going to move on that easily! Dylan, she's a virgin. And I don't think you should be messing around with Y/N/N when you've already got Brenda.

"I haven't been messing around with-- what kind of jerk do you think I am?" He scoffs, shaking his head, "Have a nice weekend."

You're frantically helping Brenda get dressed, get undressed, get dressed again, and are now helping her do her hair and makeup in the mirror. She's been so nervous all night, now you're nervous and it's not even your date.

"Earrings?" Brenda asks, playing with her hair, "No, I don't need earrings. What else do I need?" Brandon stands in the other side of the bathroom doorway, watching you both pace around the entire time.

"Shoes!"

"Shoes!" She repeats, "Shoes, shoes, shoes!" You race over to her small, but albeit nice shoe collection and help her slip both black heels over her feet. "Okay, okay! What do you think?"

"You look perfect, Bren!" You smile genuinely and excitedly, your eyes crinkling at the edges. She hugs you, and you could practically feel the nerves bouncing around in her. "Have a great time tonight, okay?"

"Okay! Bye Brandon, bye Y/N/N!"

"Bye!" His voice startles you. You'd been so wrapped up in helping Bren look flawless that you didn't even notice he was there.

"I hope everything goes well tonight." You pause, and then step over to him, "What's going on in that head of yours, Walsh?" He was watching you from the moment you got there-- not predatorily or creepily but... fondly. It was unlike him. He was always talkative, with a joke to crack or a comment to make. Dylan was more of the silent observant type. So to see him so speechless was almost concerning.

He says nothing and places a gentle hand under your chin. He lifts it and brushes his lips against yours. If this was a cheesy 80s sitcom, this would be the time the live studio audience would be going nuts because this kiss was... wow.

You return it, and it's an immediate switch of energy. Your hand goes to the back of his head as his hands find themselves against the small of your back and the kiss becomes hungry. Desperate. He worked his mouth against yours, and with his hands and his mouth and the way he felt against you-- your senses were ignited.

You pull away abruptly.

"What?--" you begin. You're both panting lightly, and he's just as flustered as you are. He draws intoxicating little circles on your arm as you both let your breathing calm.

"You wanted to know what was going on inside my head. There you go." Were you blushing? It felt like you were blushing.

"Oh." You look up at him, "Is there a possibility that your train of thought might need to be examined further in the near future?"

"Yeah, I think that's a possibility."

"Brenda?" You enter her bedroom through the conjoining bathroom. Inching closer to her, you see her as she's curled up at window sill, wet cheeks and puffy eyes. She drops the curtain wordlessly and turns toward you. Silently, you wave Brandon in. He tiptoes in and sits at the foot of her bed. You'd never seen her like this before. So vulnerable, so upset. So broken.

You wanna talk?" You ask, sitting down beside her as she sniffles.

"I've been talking to Kelly all night. And it didn't get me anywhere," She bellows, her voice breaking as she speaks. Your stomach wrenched.

"Well, we're open for the morning shift," Brandon offers,

"He didn't show up," she croaks out, "I was ready to spend the night with him. And he didn't show up." Oh, you were so going to kill him later. Brenda looks up at you for the first time that morning, shaking her head in disbelief. "What a jerk, huh?" That total asshole.

"He can be," you nod.

"Not him, me! I thought I was special," her voice comes out wavering and sad.

"You are, Bren," Brandon insists.

"Well, not to him obviously," she tucks a hair behind her ear, "And then finally I call him, and this man told me he was there but that he wouldn't speak to me."

"Brenda, you can't beat yourself up over someone like him," you put a soothing hand on her back.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. I thought he was different... but he doesn't let people in,"

"I don't understand, Y/N! We were so there! Even yesterday out on the lawn, we were together! We were in sync! I was so happy," She's working herself up again, eyes redder and bottom lip quivering as she shouts, "I don't know what happened but something happened!" You were going to crucify that son of a bitch.

"I'm really sorry, Bren,"

"I have to find out what I did wrong," She cries out, "I need to know what happened."

You waltz into the robotics lab on your free period and find exactly who you were hoping for, sitting at the computer.

"Busy lately, Dylan?" Your arms cross over your chest as you lean against the doorframe.

"Well, if it isn't the queen of tact and diplomacy," he retorts, face still in the monitor.

"What the hell is going on with you?" You spit out, "I know you moved. Brandon and I went to your old house. They said you didn't even leave a forwarding address!"

"It's a long story," he dismisses, wheeling over to the other end of the table on his desk chair.

"Would you rather tell it to Brenda?"

"Y/N, don't start that with me, alright! I got the message," he barks, "you don't want me to hurt your best friend!"

"Then why is that exactly what you did?!" You reprimand loudly, trailing behind him as he gets up and walks to the other table. "I need to know that I had nothing to do with you standing her up, and that I had nothing to do with the utter pain that she's in right now." Your eyes are narrowing as he turns to face you.

"Look, it wasn't because of you. Okay? You gotta believe me-- something came up! That's all!"

"It's one thing not to talk to me, Dylan, I get it. But when you do it to her, she feels like she did something wrong!" As you finish your sentence his jaw clenches.

"It wasn't her!" He fumes, "It had nothing to do with her!" His fists clench against the white table.

"Tell her that! She was so upset, Brandon said she even stayed home from school today." You wait for his response, but he ducks his head, breaking eye contact with you. You scoff, "Fine. It's got nothing to do with her, nothing to do with me. Meanwhile, you're not talking to either of us. Makes a ton of sense!" You huff silently, "See you later, pal."

“I can’t believe him! He swears it’s no one’s fault but--” Steve cuts you off.

“You’re just way too emotionally involved with this, who cares? If he says it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault. Guys don’t beat around the bush like chicks always do. if he says it, he means it,” He scoffs as you both trail down the hall. You think for a minute. Somewhere under the misogyny and the blatant Steve-ness of that sentiment, there might have been a point. Maybe you were putting too much into it. Maybe you just needed to take a step back and look at it objectively.

“Actually,” you sigh, “you might be right.” Steve’s eyes go wide.

“Wait, really?” You nod. “Can I get that in writing? I want to have it tattooed.” Your eyes roll and you send a light push to his shoulder as you both laugh.

Objective. You could be objective.

The next day you're standing against the beige walls of the school auditorium, as Dylan trots over to you.

"Dylan, before you say anything-- I'm sorry. I totally flipped out on you. It's just been a weird confusing week for me, so if I took out my frustration on you--"

"No, I put you in a weird position with this whole Brenda thing, If it felt like I was trying to make you choose... sides or somethin', well... I'm sorry," He says. You smile at him, and he goes to smile back but he sneezes into his sleeve. "But you can be sorry for giving me your cold," he laughs.

"So, you worked everything out with Bren, huh?"

"Yeah, uh, everything's worked out,"

Before you can respond, Brandon waltzes over to your other side, mumbling a "hey," and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Brandon, hi," you grin as he clasps your fingers with his, bringing your knuckles to his lips. He matches your grin, leaning into you.

"You guys good?" He asks, finger wiggling to you and Dylan.

"Yeah, we're good," you nod, "You two good?"

"We're good," Dylan confirms.

"Good!"

"Good."

Taglist: @be-patient-be-good @mpmarypoppins @bevelyhills90210 @blueoz @harleylilo88 @princess-ghost-alien @hueycat2004 @l4life

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FindMeInPops’ 12 Days of Ficmas: Day Seven - A Christmas Emergency

It’s that time of year again where I try to pump out a drabble or one-shot for each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas! I have a couple already written but some of them will be written by prompt and on request - I have a prompt list that I’ll reblog now, if you want to take a look - so bare with for any editing errors! Enjoy, my loves, and have a happy festive season :)

And quick note, if anyone prefers AO3, the link to my 2019 12 Days of Ficmas collection is here. x

Prompt: Person A starts decorating for Christmas only to realise that all of their strands of lights have stopped working. They're really upset because they can’t afford to replace all of them so they call Person B to vent. An hour later, Person B shows up at Person A’s house with several strands of working lights and helps them decorate the house.

Ship(s): Sweet Pea x Fangs Fogarty

Rating: K+

CW(s): N/A

@riverdalebingo: Christmas Emergency

Reindeer Games: Dasher - Decorations (loosely)

No, this was not happening. This could not be happening. Fangs threw himself onto the nearby sofa, the springs protesting at the excessive force but he could not find the energy to care.

Fangs Fogarty lived alone in a trailer in Sunnyside Trailer Park. Every year since he could remember, he would stare longingly at the Christmas lights that all of the houses in Riverdale would be covered in, and every year he would promise himself ‘next year, next year I’ll get some lights’. He told himself this every year until last year, when he put aside just enough to buy a string of three hundred multi-coloured fairylights. Fangs had been so incredibly proud as he hung them up in his trailer, enjoying the small piece of festivity he had been able to give himself. Once the first of January hit, he had wrapped them up carefully and stored them in a cupboard to be used the next year.

This year, Fangs had saved enough to buy himself a small, faux Christmas tree which he proudly sat on the table in his trailer. He had then wrapped the fairylights around the branches before plugging them into a nearby socket. And then they hadn’t turned on. He pulled the plug out and reinserted it several times, switching the socket itself on and off a few times too but the fairylights still refused to light up.

Frustrated did not begin to describe how Fangs felt in that moment. He should have checked the lights worked before going out to buy the tree; he would rather have a working string of lights to hang on the wall than a barren tree.

Money was always tight for Fangs, particularly around the festive season. The small amount he was paid meant that he could not usually afford more than the necessities and he was struggling to find a job that paid any higher due to his lack of qualifications. When his parents had died, Fangs was forced to drop out of school a year early to find a way to make money. He did not want to go into the system and he did not want to be a burden on any of his fellow Serpents, not for their lack of offering, but Fangs was stubborn. Because of this, there was no way that Fangs would be able to justify buying another set of lights.

The cheap phone Fangs had bought several years began to vibrate in his back pocket, the screen flashing with Sweet Pea’s name.

“Hey.” Fangs answered weakly, not able to muster up the enthusiasm.

“Hey Fogarty, what’s wrong?” Sweet Pea could head the upset in his tone immediately.

“Not much. Just, um…” how did he explain that he was getting upset over a set of Christmas lights. It was stupid, he told himself, some people had a lot less than him and he was getting upset over a set of fairylights.

“Seriously, Fangs, what ‘s wrong?” He persisted.

Initially Sweet Pea had been calling to let Fangs know that he would be a little late coming over the next day due to a complication at work, but as soon as he realised something was bothering his boyfriend, he needed to know what it was so he could help fix it or at least comfort him if he wasn’t able to. Sweet Pea could not help but worry about Fangs. He himself had been in Fang’s position a few years ago but lucked out when he got into an apprenticeship - he was now making a decent salary.

Wanting to help in whatever way possible, he offered Fangs money or to occasionally cover the groceries but each time he refused; the only thing that Fangs did let him do was to take him out once a week for a meal. Fangs seemed to be able to justify it as a date night, which Sweet Pea supposed it was, but he also needed to know that his boyfriend had at least one decent hot meal each week. Fangs Fogarty was a stubborn man and it frustrated Sweet Pea to no end.

“I was putting up that tree I bought,” Sweet Pea remembered the second-hand, three foot tall tree Fangs had found at a garage sale. It wasn’t the most glamorous of decorations but Fangs’ face had lit up when he had seen it and that was the only sign Sweet Pea needed to know that the crappy tree was worth it, “and the lights from last year don’t work. I packed them away carefully but I guess one of the bulbs has blown or something...”

“Ah, that sucks, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea tried to comfort him but emotion-talk had never being one of his fortes.

“It’s stupid, getting upset over the lights but I can’t afford another set this year.” Something in Fangs’ voice seemed forlorn but also completely exhausted. “But I’m lucky to have this, I have food in my belly and a phone, goddamnit, I sound like a baby.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sweet Pea could not just sit by and let Fangs belittle and berate himself. “I know how excited you were to finally have some Christmas decorations up, it’s not stupid. You’re disappointed and upset, and it’s fine. Please, don’t beat yourself up.”

“Yeah, I guess.” The agreement in Fangs’ tone was completely fake and he did not try hard to hide it.

“Alright, Fangs, why don’t I come over to help cheer you up? Maybe bring some takeout?” Sweet Pea already had a plan forming in his head, an early Christmas present, if you will.

“It’s pretty late, don’t worry.” ‘11:30’ sat in the top corner of Fangs’ phone, although it looked more like ‘1.:3C’ due to the broken pixels scattering the worn screen.

“No, you need me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Fine, but no takeout, I have food here.”

Ten minutes later, Sweet Pea knocked on Fangs’ trailer door. It swung on the hinges as Fangs pushed it open but he could not catch it due to the tears that suddenly pricked at his eyes.

Sweet Pea stood on the front step, in one hand a box of 300 multi-coloured fairylights and a steaming bag of Chinese takeout in the other, but it was the beaming smile on his face which made Fang’s emotions run haywire. God, he loved this man.

#riverdaleevents #dasher: decorations #swangs #southsidearchive #riverdalereindeergames #riverdale #sweet pea x fangs fogarty #sweet pea #fangs fogarty #findmeinpops 12 days of christmas #harry's creations and additions #harry's word creations

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lostengineerfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Pumpkin faced

This was based on one of my inktober drawings. Sorry if this got a little confusing, I didn’t really edit this one. @pabstite @foofybunnji @blrwere @pingo1387 @invadeur @axelotled @clcloudsh @chibigikochin @mogadeer @enby-phoenix @marshmallowace, you reblogged the artwork from @blockswingperry. If you don’t want to be @’d again for this kind of thing please tell me

“There has to be at least one person in this town with a phone,” muttered Wirt. He was tired, and he wanted to go home. He walked up to one of the doors and knocked. Nobody answered. He tried the door and found it unlocked. Which wasn’t that weird the more Wirt thought about it? Nothing much to steal from farm folk.

“Hello? Anybody in here? I just need to borrow a pho-” Wirt stopped dead in his tracks. A turkey (dead maybe?) laid across the table and really caught him off guard. “Um, I was just wondering if you had a phone I could borrow?” The turkey raised his head. They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Wirt felt awkward. “I’ll just go,” he said and closed the door. The turkey laid it’s head back down.

Okay, so he wasn’t expecting a turkey citizen. Did all the houses contain turkeys? Surely turkeys had no use for the pumpkin fields that were littered around the town. As he was thinking over the complications of turkeys and pumpkins, he did not notice a rock in the middle of the road. He tripped on his shoelace and smacked his head hard on the rock. And that was how the townsfolk found him. Lying on the ground and his head all bloody.

“Tell Enoch we got another one. He might be ready next month. A little late for the party, but the more the merrier.” A person, all dressed in pumpkins and corn husk, almost like the cornhusk doll Wirt himself made when he was little and living in the country, remarked.

The pumpkin’s companion agreed and went to alert Enoch of their soon to be newest citizen. Wirt was buried in the middle of one of the empty fields. The townsfolk worked quick to cover him with dirt. _______________________________________________________________________

Greg could not find his brother. He had wandered off to go find someone with a phone, but when checking a few houses he gave up. “Hey, Beatrice have you seen my brother?” Greg asked turning to the little bluebird. “Could you send a magic tiger to go find my brother? I haven’t used my wish yet.”

“For the last tim-” Beatrice was about to really scold the kid, but then thought better of it. “Hey, look kid! There’s a bunch of people going into that building! Let’s go check it out!” She sighed in relief when Greg agreed to go.

As they entered the barn the duet noticed a couple of things. One, the people were wearing pumpkins and dried cornhusks. Two, there seemed to be a festival going on. Three, no sign of Wirt. Greg went up to one and started asking questions. And that was how their night went. Stopping to dance or join in the festivities. Eventually, the head of the town realized they had crashed their party and accidentally smashed a few pumpkins.

The punishment for their wrongdoings was to finish shucking corn and cleaning up after the festivities in the barn. They did their work as all the pumpkin wearing citizens marched out to complete whatever last hurrah that would complete the festival.

“What do you think they’re doing out there? Do you think Wirt will hear the pumpkin people and come and find us? Wirt is a very good finder. He found our frog!” Greg rambled as he worked to Beatrice, who wasn’t doing much work at all. (In her defence shucking corn and picking up large objects with her little bird feet is a hard task.)

“I don’t know. Maybe. Your brother couldn’t have possibly wandered far, considering that he knows we’re here. Maybe,” Beatrice paused for a moment thinking of the horrible beast, her curse, and her own numerous siblings, “he’s looking for food? No not food, uh, I think he told me he heard a magic tiger around here.” Greg’s distrust of this answer was clear on his face, but he didn’t press on. _______________________________________________________________________

They stayed in the town, on Beatrice's request, with one of the pumpkin people. The couple they stayed with was Marget and James. They were lovely folk, but their slightly strange behaviour combined with Wirt’s disappearance, they were more than weary. What if...Wirt was still with them? Just not on the plane of the living. This thought borrowed into their heads.

Now that they thought about it, when they first got here didn’t the ground look disturbed? Just large enough a patch that it could possibly hold...a body. They both looked at each other with horror. They made plans to check the dirt out in the middle of the night, so as not to wake what could be pumpkin murders. _______________________________________________________________________

It was dark out. Greg and Beatrice slowly creeped out into the night, heads sharply turning at each sound. They made their way into the empty field, where the dirt laid disturbed, possibly because of the load it may now carry. Greg had grabbed a shovel earlier and now used it to take in shovelfuls of dirt and throwing it to the side. Beatrice kept watch, ready to take Greg and leave this place forever.

After some time, Greg’s shovel hit something. He hurriedly started to dig out the outline of the object. Slowly, the truth was revealed. Wirt’s body laid snuggly in his grave, surprisingly not as decomposed as it should be. His body was mostly whole, besides a huge patch of flesh that was missing from the left half of his face. His skeleton was visible just a few inches from the jaw and surrounded his eye. It almost looked intentional, like an obviously fake Halloween costume with gore, except his skin was a terrible white colour, with his lips tinged with blue.

They screeched, and they could hear the citizens of the town waking up and heading their way, but at the moment they were a bit occupied. Their screech of fear was involuntary and had awoken Wirt. Wirt’s body struggled, not completely dug up. “Wha-, WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-” Wirt’s body was cut off when the head of the town yelled in a bellowing voice, “WHO DISTURBS THE RESTING?” The three scrambled a bit, blurting out unintelligible answers and jumping and avoiding each other when Wirt tried to get out of the hole he was in and Greg and Beatrice dancing around his arms.

“I’ve seen you woken up our newest citizen, that wa-” Enoch was cut off by Greg’s high pitched, “OH GOSH YOU KILLED WIRT!”

“What? Oh, you mean the young lad? He fell and hit his head and died. We were merely doing a kind act when we got there and it was too late. A tad strange you were able to wake him up earlier than the ground would allow. Unless. Hmmm. Perhaps we were a little bit too hasty to let him join us.”

Enoch had bent his streamer-like arms in thought, the villagers muttering that it was strange Wirt was able to move around in his current state, and they didn’t check if he had stopped breathing had they?

There was a brief moment of silence when, in a tiny voice, Wirt asked, “ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˀ” He had finally gotten out of the hole, looking a little worse for wear. His clothes were, of course, dirty, and his skin still that awful white and blue. The only difference was his confused expression.

“Er, it appears you were...too early.” Enoch, who usually held such authoritative command in his voice, sounds deeply ashamed. “It’s how things are run here. The dead are brought here to us, we bury them, and the dirt gives them a new life. But since you weren’t entirely dead when you were placed, I’m not exactly sure what you are. Undead perhaps?” _______________________________________________________________________ Wirt, Greg, and Beatrice had a whole lot of questions, but as soon as Enoch said Undead both Greg and Wirt whispered Zombies and promptly forgot their questions.

As they soon found out, Wirt was not unlike a zombie. The soil he was buried in had special properties. It decomposes and in return, a new life as a byproduct occurs. The pumpkins and other crops grown in the soil were special too, as they sustained the now living skeletons with more of the strange energy found in the soil and the evolved plant life.

Since Wirt wasn’t completely dead when he was placed, he died in the soil which screwed up the dirt’s properties. So instead of using his dead flesh as a means to rejuvenate him, it was stuck in a loop trying to eat away at his head wound and repatching it. It also reached into his still-beating heart, effectively chaining his life to the soil. Enoch had a remedy for this. As the trio started back up on their journey home, he gave Wirt (who had already taken up wearing a pumpkin head) a small sack of pumpkin seeds, so he could grow his own.

#otgw #fanfiction #this might be a one shot?#oof

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writsgrimmyblog · 6 years ago

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Writcraft’s 2018 Fic List

Now that Erised reveals are up, I can finally post my fic list of 2018 and do one of those summary memes I’ve been dying to post. Better late than never!

2018 was a year of faltering muses then writing in quick, intense bursts of inspiration. When I look back on 2018, although there are one or two works I’m not overly satisfied with, some of the things I’ve written are personal favourites when I reflect on the fanfic I’ve produced over the years. I’m going to answer some yearly evaluation questions, but here’s my list of 2018 fics and as a self-contained post. This list doesn’t include ficlets posted on Tumblr only.

Number of Fics Written in 2018: 36 if you count the 10 chapters of my Festive 500s that published in 2018. The final 10 of those are going up in the next few days too, I promise.

Total 2018 Published Word Count: 341,000. Although 31,000 of that total includes a co-write, we edited each others words too and worked on the fic as a whole together. I have also underestimated how much I wrote on LLM this year and not counted some drabbles and tumblr ficlets, so I think this total is about right.

Most Written Pairing:

Harry Potter Fandom: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

R1 RPF / 1D: Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson

Fests (Moderator): Harry Potter Kinkfest, Harry Potter Horror Fest, Harry/Draco Big Bang, Grimmy Appreciation Fest

Fests (Participant): Secret Snarry Swap, HD Erised, HD Fan Fair, Sirius Black Fest, Harry/Draco Big Bang, HP Femslash Minis (November Challenge), Harry’s Birthday Mini Fest, Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge, Snarry-A-Thon, HP Goldenage, HP Horror Fest, HP Kinkfest, Tomlinshaw Exchange, Grimmy Appreciation Fest

The full list of the fics I published on AO3 are below the cut.

HARRY POTTER FANDOM

Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening written for @hd-erised

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 23,186

Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

In The Palm of His Hand written for Secret Snarry Swap

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 6,969

Harry has a thing for Snape’s hands. Snape indulges him.

Slice of Life written for @hd-fan-fair with art by @phoenixacid

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 16,300

Luna and Ginny are worried about Harry, Greg is a very a fine baker, Snape’s portrait has a lot of opinions and Draco Malfoy is (probably) up to something.

In which one man’s love for jam tarts blossoms into a different kind of love entirely.

Winter of ’79 written for @siriusblackfest | Little Compton Street Series

Sirius Black/James Potter | 17,000

Post-punk Britain is in the grip of another brutal winter, Thatcher is in power and Muggle gay bars keep getting raided for no reason at all. Sirius just wants to find somewhere to go drinking with the best mate he definitely doesn’t fancy. When they’re directed towards a tatty Soho sex shop during a night out, neither James or Sirius expect to find a magical street that will change their lives forever.

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) written for @harrydracobang with art by @llap115-reblogs | Little Compton Street Series

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 65,500

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.

Independent Love Song written for @hpfemslash-minifest

Millicent Bulstrode/Ginny Weasley | 6,300

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Dirty Talk

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 3,000

Harry is rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco's mouth.

Sky Full of Song written for @harrybirthdayblog

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 2,000 (podfic by semperfiona here)

Draco turns up at Harry's birthday party unexpectedly and Harry takes a leap of faith.

Treading Water written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

James Potter/Sirius Black | 2,000

I’m sorry, Sirius wants to say. I’m sorry people in this stupid world made you think loving me could only ever be a joke.

Ten Points to Gryffindor written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 2,000

Harry is of the opinion that using a desk solely to mark papers is a wasted opportunity. He decides to take up the matter with Severus.

Stone Butch Blues written for the Drarry Discord Rare Pair Challenge

Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina (Wil) Grubbly-Plank | 2,000

Wil and Min reminisce.

Potterzine written for Snarry-a-Thon

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 11,000

When Severus Snape finds a fanzine with a picture of Professor Potter in a compromising position with Draco Malfoy on the cover, he confronts Potter about the offending literature. Severus probably should have looked inside, because it turns out some of Potterzine’s writers have a different suitor in mind.

Not Even A Little Bit

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 2,000

Harry is asked to investigate Severus Snape. This isn't going to go badly at all.

Maybe Just A Midnight Rendezvous

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 3,900

Harry's back in London and he's determined to show Draco how things have changed.

Life Has Just Begun written for HP Goldenage

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 6,200

Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

Dysphoria (poetry and art) written and drawn for Harry Potter Horror Fest

Teddy Lupin | 250 (please heed content tags)

Who is it here who can tell me who I am?

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) written for @hpkinkfest

Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy | 9,800

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man in particular.

Bedroom Hymns

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy | 11,200

Harry asks Draco for dinner out of the blue. Draco’s about to find out that dinner isn’t the only thing on Harry’s mind.

Lonely Without Him (Everything Changes But You)

Harry Potter/Severus Snape | 3,500

Severus hasn't celebrated his birthday for years. Harry decides it's time for that to change.

Don’t Stop Believing

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Implied Sirius/James Potter and Sirius/Remus/James | 1,800

Sirius looks up at Remus and he’s close enough that Remus could count every one of his eyelashes, if he wanted. He drinks in the glint in Sirius’s eyes, the lazy curve of his smile and the light shadows under his eyes.

RADIO ONE RPF / ONE DIRECTION FANDOM

Stuck In The Middle (Of Nowhere) With You written for @tomlinshawexchange

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 10,500

Nick throws a party at Soho Farmhouse's new Yorkshire retreat, to celebrate his X-Factor victory.

He didn't anticipate getting trapped in the middle of nowhere with rival judge Louis Tomlinson, who's a terrible duvet thief and a surprisingly good kisser. Not that Nick's been thinking about that last part for the past three weeks. Much.

Nick and Harry’s Infinite Playlist written for @grimmyappreciation

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 13,400

At an indeterminate point in the future it happens, just when Nick least expects it.

Lost and Found co-authored with @shiftylinguini for @grimmyappreciation

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 31,400

In a year when things are coming to an end for Nick, an unexpected chapter begins at the start of a long, hot summer. An accidental romance in Malta. Featuring Annie on the decks, Nick and Louis below deck, a handful of bad nautical puns and weather that's far too hot for trackies.

Knead You Now written for @silveredsound

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 11,400

Harry used to be a baker, Louis definitely didn't and Nick just wants to know how the fuck they got into his kitchen.

Little Lion Man

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 123,600

It’s his final year at Hogwarts, and Louis can’t wait to leave for good. He hates being in Gryffindor and he can’t even enjoy a smoke with the Slytherins now his best mate Zayn’s fucked off to Durmstrang. Louis would be completely miserable if not for WWN and Nick Grimshaw. As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger. Louis is about to learn exactly how brave he can be as he finds himself fighting for his life, his friends and everything he’s ever loved.

SUPERNATURAL FANDOM

Baby Love

Dean Winchester/Castiel | 3,000

Dean and Castiel share a moment in the Impala.

MULTI-FANDOM

Festive 500s (chapters published in 2018 only)

Chapter One: Introduction Chapter Two: His Wasted Heart (Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald) Chapter Three: Vanilla (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy) Chapter Four: Just Like A Movie (Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles) Chapter Five: Festive Friendship (Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall) Chapter Six: Beware of Gryffindors Bearing Gifts (Severus Snape/Harry Potter) Chapter Seven: Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter) Chapter Eight: Darling So It Goes (Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank) Chapter Nine: Desperate (Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy) Chapter Ten: Phoenix (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

#fandom year in review #my fic #my 2018 fic #drarry #snarry #tomlinshaw #gryles #destiel

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queenofchildren · 6 years ago

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Rosvolio Christmas!

Before Christmas, I demanded that people write or otherwise create some Christmas-themed Rosvolio fluff... and my call has been answered! So, before we’re all completely sick of any and all Christmas content, here are the contributions I’ve seen so far (including my own because I’m shameless):

Fics:

Christmas Cheer by @feuillesmortes

Benvolio, who is anything but excited for the holidays, is stuck with the only person he knows who hates Christmas as much as he does: Rosaline Capulet.

What's Meant To Be Will Always Find A Way by @unwrittenmusings

This spur of the moment decision has nothing to do with wanting to avoid seeing her ex during the holidays. Absolutely nothing. Rosaline Capulet doesn't do immature things like that after a break-up. She handles herself like an adult because she is a grown woman.

This one comes with a festive picset.

and let me see your heart upon your sleeve by @tryalittlejoytomorrow

Christmas-unenthusiast Rosaline is forced to find her Christmas spirit ASAP when she has to look after her nieces over the holidays. Lucky for her, her neighbor might just have some extra in store.

Warmth by @fallinfor-youreyes

“Alright Capulet, finish your hot chocolate. We are going ice skating.”Or, Romeo and Juliet drag Rosaline and Benvolio ice skating, and they realize maybe they like each other more than they originally planned.

It’s That Time of Year When the World Falls in Love by @queenofchildren

Planning her cousin's wedding, just before Christmas, with less than three months to pull it off? No problem for Rosaline Capulet. Planning it with an annoying, Christmas-crazy Montague as her partner? That might just be a problem... or it might turn into a kind of Christmas miracle.

The lovely @julibernardo made a lovely picset for this one.

Good Night and Joy Be With You All by @queenofchildren

Their first Christmas as a married couple is a quiet one: Just Rosaline, Benvolio, Livia, and a lot of empty chairs. But happiness can be found even on the darkest days of the year - and by the time their second Christmas comes around, the house is not quite as empty anymore, nor the evening as quiet. (In-canon.)

This one too comes with a beautiful picset by @julibernardo!

Picsets/Edits:

So far, I’ve discovered this beautiful edit by @queensofspace!

If there’s anything I’ve missed, please let me know - and thank you for participating, commenting, reblogging and generally bringing some Rosvolio Christmas cheer to our tiny but not-quite-dead fandom!

And in case anyone was still looking for some new Rosvolio inspiration: @unwrittenmusings has put together the Valentine’s in Verona prompt challenge!

#rosvolio #rosvolio fanfiction #still star crossed #rosvolio christmas #fic recs

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Crown For Two {4}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 6.6k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated.

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation.

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

Note: All right, all right people, the ride continues. I really, really hope you enjoy this. As a reminder, it’s going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, it’s a Christmas Fic. 😁 Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! ❤️❤️

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-Five Days Later-

-Henry-

“Before we get to cut this ribbon, I want to say something. My father—your king.”

He paused, swallowed, and bowed his head slightly, trying to gather his thoughts and reign in his emotions. This was one of the first times he’d spoken about his father since his death, especially in front of the entire country. This unveiling was televised all around Brexendor and probably in neighboring sister countries, which meant he was probably speaking in front of over four million people. Clearing his throat, he tried to continue.

“Eh-em, my father, and your king loved this project. He spent so many nights coming through every detail of it. He particularly wanted to be hands-on with this because he felt this endeavor would bring many people together.”

He looked from face to face in the crowd, making eye contact and giving reassuring smiles—a tactic he’d learned long ago that made speeches more effective.

“He believed though we are individual countries filled with many different races, ethnicities, beliefs, and cultures, he believed we are all one people. He believed that one of the most universal things was connection.”

The crowd murmured their agreement as several heads nodded. He felt the hand of his mother on his shoulder, gently reassuring him and giving him some of her strength.

“As humans, we all crave connection. We all want to make connections in our lives that are worthwhile. That is what this endeavor is, a bridge for our connection across the world beginning with our finances, and he would be so incredibly proud to see it today.”

The crowd before him erupted with applause, giving him a reprieve to bring himself back to his stoic image. He waited for them to quiet down before he continued.

“Without further ado.”

He walked over to the shimmering blue ribbon that was aesthetically tied in front of the bank's doors. Once before them, one of the men handed him giant scissors, and he got into place. The crowd counted down from three. Each second that passed, he could sense the excitement increasing. Once “one” was yelled, he cut the ribbon signaling the crowd to explode with applause and cheers. The camera snapped pictures of him from every angle as he shook hands, waved, and posed with everyone on the bank’s council and the finance commission’s office.

The next hour was spent walking through the location, explaining all the details that his father had put so much time, thought, and energy into. As he pointed things out, he remembered the various conversations they had together about the items and specifications. This was a project just as close to his heart as it was to his father’s. from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother standing in front of the giant grandfather style clock that his father had chosen special. He loved clocks and had collected quite a few in his years. She placed her hand on it, then dipped her head down. He knew her pain.

The following few hours passed with him answering questions and doing his duties as head of the country, never breaking away from the status quo. He could do this in his sleep. That was how well trained he was for this. In a matter of weeks, his duties would be tripled or even quadrupled when he went through his coronation. At that time, he’d really put all that grooming to use. It was an event he’d imagined differently his whole life. For one, he’d always expected to look out to his mother and father’s faces as they’d passed the duties on to him. This future was one he was not prepared for.

“Mother.”

She hummed and spun her head to him with a solemn smile on her lips.

“Are you well?”

She smiled brightly, and any evidence of her previous sadness was only visible in her pale blue eyes, but just a smidge.

“Of course, I am. What about you, my darling boy?”

He smiled. She’d been calling him that since he was, in fact, just a boy.

“Glad to have gotten through that.”

His mother nodded before she looped her arm through his.

“You did beautifully. Your father would be incredibly proud of you, Henry, so incredibly proud.”

The tears welled in her eyes before she kissed his cheekbone.

“I have only ever wanted to make him proud,” he admitted.

“He has been proud of you every single day since you were born. Every day.”

She turned her face away, and he knew it was to hide the tears that had rolled down her cheek. He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her, allowing her to dab at her eyes. Several moments passed in silence as he looked out the window at the passing snow-covered hills. After a minute or two, his mother cleared her throat.

“So, what is this I hear of a house guest?”

He smiled to himself, thinking of you, your smile, your tenaciousness, and stubbornness. Since his mother had been away in Sandvell on Queen duties, she’d been absent for the excitement from the last near two weeks. He explained it to her in the vaguest of terms and finished stating you would be remaining at the palace most likely for the duration of the month. He spoke it so flippantly that he hoped it sounded to her ears that it was not a big deal.

“Mm-hm. Well, I am pleased you are showing your charming side rather than your scrooge one.”

He gasped, then snapped his head to her to see her amused eyes dancing with laughter.

“I do not think it is right for a mother to call her son a scrooge.”

She did not look as if she regretted it at all. “It is right for a mother to let her son know how he is perceived or has been for the last seven months.”

“Mother, I do not mean to—I have tried--,” he sighed. “It has only been seven months since--.”

“I know darling, believe me, I know. One of the tragedies of our roles, we are expected to carry on as if we are not human. We are seen as figurines, and we must ever be pristine. The human emotion of grief cannot hold us bad. Oh, how I wish it were different.”

They sat quietly again for a few turns on the drive back to the palace.

“I assume you have taken the necessary precautions with our house guest?”

“Yes.”

“Have you spoken to her?”

“I have.”

“Was it my son the scrooge or my charming son who did the talking?”

He scoffed, then shook his head. “I am always charming.”

His mother giggled before she rested her head on his shoulder.

Once they reached the palace and walked inside, the staff swarmed his mother, giving her details for the preparations for the opening ball that was taking place within the coming days for the beginning of the festive month. It was the tradition for a ball to be thrown the first weekend of the month to usher in the month-long festivities. That also meant that many would come to the palace to stay and join in on the jam-packed month of celebration.

“Yes, Carolina, I know we have much to plan in a short amount of time.”

Carolina, his mother’s personal royal assistant, nodded her strawberry blonde head as she gripped the stack of papers and folders in her arms tighter.

“Welcome home, your majesty,” she began. “Shall we begin right away?”

His mother, now free of her coat and outside garments, shook her head. “No. Prepare the necessary details, and we will meet in the pink tea room in thirty minutes.”

“As you wish, your majesty,” Carolina replied with a head bow and curtsy.

“Oh, Carolina, for tonight’s supper, please tell the kitchen I am feeling quite festive and maybe a roast. I hear we have a house guest, and I would like to welcome her properly.”

“Mother, do you really think that I have been anything but absolutely hospitable?”

She smiled and looped her arm through his again as they began ascending the stairs.

“Of course, I am sure you instructed the staff to be hospitable and tend to her needs,” she clarified.

She knew him too well. If only she knew that he himself had been the most hospitable of all, he thought to himself. He reminisced on the last few days. He hadn’t been able to have dinner with you for the last five days because the closer the event got, the more work he had to do. You’d exchanged emails about his speech with you leaving notes on what he’d prepared or even giving him suggestions on where to carry other thoughts he’d begun. He liked all your additions and suggestions. It was your suggestion to bring up something personal about his father, especially since it was his passion project. He’d had every intention to disregard it, but in the end, he’d listened to you, and he still hadn’t regretted it.

Though you were maybe a six-minute distance from his own bedroom and under the same roof, he hadn’t physically seen you in those five days. He did get information from Dr. Alphonsi and even details from McArthur about how you looked, who had been to see you to extend his apologies for getting you into this predicament. McArthur was now your greatest fan. You hadn’t chastised him or belittled him for hitting you with the car. You said it wasn’t his fault, accepted his apology, and even thanked him because you would have probably had a health crisis sooner rather than later with your other ailments.

Everyone in the palace seemed to have grown to like you. When he saw Jemma, his sister, she often sang your praises and chattered on about something you or your sister had told her. It was easy to see that even she’d been captivated by you, just as he had.

“Were you listening to me?”

Shaking his head, he glanced at his mother with a raised brow. “I am sorry, mother. What were you saying?”

“What has got your head so far away? work?”

He sighed, shrugged, and looked forward, realizing they were in the hall leading to your bedroom.

“Where are you leading me, mother?”

“It is you who is leading me, son.”

He scoffed. Even his feet seemed to want to go to you. he made a swift left turn away from your hall.

“Mother, I have some work to attend to before supper tonight.”

“All right, do not work too hard. Supper is at seven…promptly, Henry.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Promptly,” he repeated before continuing on his way.

~~~~~~~~~~

-Y/N-

“I am quite happy with your improvement, Xari.”

You smiled.

“I do feel a lot better today than I have in weeks.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled and began closing his doctor bag.

“That is wonderful news. The direct infusion through IV usually does work better than capsules or any other treatments. You have been a sample patient. If only my other patients would give me this little trouble.”

You snorted, then shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled again before he walked around to the IV rod to disconnect you. You watched as he slowly removed the needle from your forearm, only flinching slightly. He pressed down on the puncture hole for a few moments then plastered a band-aid across your arm.

“There. So as our plan goes. A week IV, a week injections, then repeat,” Dr. Alphonsi reiterated.

“Sounds good.”

Dr. Alphonsi walked over to the stainless steel trey resting on the side table and placed the needle on it, then began taking the emptied IV bag off the pole. Once the items were arranged on the trey, he walked back over to his doctor’s bag.

“Any questions for me?”

You thought for a moment, then began. “Not really since I already know you’re going to say no traveling.”

“You are not a prisoner here, Xari. If you are feeling strong enough, you can go anywhere you choose. The palace has plenty of rooms that would interest you. When it comes to venturing outdoors, I would say be careful, pace yourself, and do not overexert. There have been many who thought they could walk a block only to find they could not make it more than fifteen meters.”

You nodded again.

“Would you like me to speak to the prince about assigning you a lady’s maid?”

“Oh my goodness, no. that is not at all necessary.”

“All right. Well, you have my telephone number if you need me, as does the staff. I have instructed someone to inform you every time you are to take an injection. I have a trained professional here at the palace who can administer it if you are not confident enough to do it yourself. If you feel confident, remember every six hours one vial. I’ve combined them to decrease the number of needle pricks.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Alphonsi.”

He nodded, then prepared himself to leave. As he walked to the door, it opened, and in came Anika.

“Does she have a clean bill of health?”

“Cleaner, but we still have quite a way to go. Slow and steady, says the tortoise to the hare,” Dr. Alphonsi said before walking out of your room.

“Oooh, look who doesn’t have a pole attached to them anymore. How do you feel?”

You took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “A lot better than a did.”

Anika smiled with you, then dropped on the bed beside you. “Does that mean you can finally leave this room and go exploring with me?”

“Nika.”

“Don’t Nika mean, you know you’re curious and want to look behind every door of this place.”

She had a point. You were curious. You’d been in a few palaces from around the world before, but you’d never been in a palace as a guest. At the thought of “guest,” you began to wonder if that was what you were. Patient yes, unexpected and unwanted temporary responsibility, maybe. The look Anika was giving you said she was impatiently waiting for a response.

“Ugggh, fine. Yes, let’s get our Dora on,” you said, slowly getting out of the bed.

A shower took you longer than usual, mostly in part because you couldn't help but marvel at your surroundings. There was marble and porcelain everywhere. The amount of luxury that surrounded you made your jaw dropped. You sampled everything, beginning with the twelve jets in the shower to the heated bidet. The shower even had a switch that you could change the water from fresh to sea saltwater. That part tripped you up because you didn’t know why anyone would want that. Even the sink had buttons you could use to change the water pressure.

By the time you’d showered and changed, an hour had passed.

“What’d you think of the sea salt option in the shower?”

You snorted, then busted out laughing. “Oh my god, I almost lost my shit. Did you try it?”

“You know I did. Then I immediately regretted it when I forgot and began really getting into crevices to wash and rinse. Ouch.”

That only made you laugh harder. The whole time Anika protested and pouted. When you stepped out of the room into the adjoining one, you felt like you saw it in a new light. The first or even second time you’d been in it, nothing registered. Now, you could appreciate the art on the wall, the décor, and color choices. It screamed elegance but also comfort.

“I asked around, and this particular room is called a sitting room. All of the bedrooms have one,” Anika informed.

“Yeah. When I went and toured Versailles, the sitting room was where visitors were entertained. Marie Antoinette loved to also have tea and cake there before turning in for bed,” you added as you walked around, touching different materials and snapping pictures from a few different angles. It was all super high class. You didn’t expect anything less.

You and Anika stepped into the hall, and your jaw dropped.

“Holy Shit!”

The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked back at you while Anika tried to stifle her laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. Please carry on.”

They slowly continued what they were doing while you and Anika made your getaway. The halls were gorgeous. The white and gold complemented each other so well you just knew that this was just the beginning. Then when you looked up to the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel worthy mural, you could hear a heavenly hymn in your ears.

“The Sistine Chapel could never,” you muttered while walking and snapping pictures.

It was so beautiful you almost didn’t want to move. Anika’s arm looped through yours was the directing force. She pulled you down the stairs that were on the same level of grandeur as the Russian opera house’s. The carpet that lined them was blue instead of the red that bathed other royal abodes. It even looked like it was silk. When the two of you finally descended the stairs to the main floor, you went down one of the halls on the right.

The first door you both walked into, Anika whistled loudly. “Well, fuck!”

It was the largest dining room you’d been inside in a long while. The table looked like it could seat at least seventy. As you walked around the room, you took pictures from different angles until you got to the window, then you gaped at what you saw.

“Wow.”

“Like a winter wonderland, right.”

“Have you gone out?”

“Heck no. You know me and winter don’t agree. There is a reason I live in Georgia.”

You shook your head and snapped two pictures before you walked off in search of more. Once you and Anika finished looking around the dining room, you walked into a large parlor with several places to sit. You wondered what the room was used for. Your imagination said it could have been where smoking parties happened, or maybe a lounge area before dinners. It honestly could be used to anything.

A library followed that you knew you could get lost in for days and days and lost you got. You touched titles you were familiar with and others you’d never heard of before, making a mental note to come back and have a closer look. The ones you couldn’t pass up, you took from the shelves and took with you. You didn’t know how long you spent in the library. It was hard to tell because you hadn't looked through the whole thing even with all the time you spent there.

Somehow, you found yourself pushing open intricate golden doors and walking into an ornate room filled with gold, marble, and that same blue carpet lining. From the ceilings hung low hanging crystal chandeliers and an even more awe-inspiring mural. At the end of the carpet, you saw a pair of thrones. Immediately you knew you’d happened upon the throne room. You walked the length of it, taking a picture every few steps. When you reached them, you stopped in front and stared.

You could imagine him sitting in the one on the right. You imagined him with perfect posture, a stern face, and tightly clenched jaws with the most regal of crowns. You wondered if this monarchy was as ostentatious as others. Maybe he usually held a scepter and golden orb while being draped with royal furs. At that thought, you imagined him sitting on that throne completely naked with nothing but the royal furs draped over his shoulders. It was a damn inviting vision, one you wouldn’t mind seeing.

A loud sound behind you made you spin around to find a cleaning crew. Quickly you walked back down the carpet and out the room apologizing for intruding. Once back in the hall, you spun around, unsure when you’d lost Anika. You called her name a few times, but there was no answer. It was then you regretted not bringing your cellphone. You walked a little further down the hall then made a left as the scent of flowers captured your attention.

When you stepped through glass French doors, you felt as if you’d walked into some country garden. The room was bathed in soft amber and purples, no doubt from the sunset. Thanks to the glass room, you were able to see peeks of its glory through the fluffy looking white snow resting on it. The more you walked around, the more the exterior contradicted the interior. You knew it being the dead of winter made it impossible for the sight before you. There were flowers of all different kinds. It was a sea of blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and even purples.

“Holy Shit!”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

You spun around, looking for the owner of the voice, but there was no one there.

“Uh--.”

You walked around cautiously.

“A few more steps.”

After three steps, you found a woman sitting at a table decked out with every piece of a tea set you could imagine, along with a few pastries.

“Found me.”

She looked up at you, then looked back down to your feet until she met your eyes again.

“Uh—hi,” said.

“Hello.”

The smile on her face was pleasant, and it matched the kindness in her blue eyes. They were eyes you felt like you’d seen before, only on someone else. Slowly it hit you who she could be.

“Oh my god, your majesty.”

You dropped down to your best curtesy, hoping it would distract her from your potty mouth. She softly chuckled.

“You are quite all right, dear. Stand up, please.”

You stood and tried not to give away that you were slightly unnerved.

“I’m sorry about the cursing. It’s a horrible habit and probably not—dignified,” you expressed.

She laughed again, then took a sip from her golden rose printed porcelain cup. It looked fancy and antique. “No need to apologize. Believe me; cursing is not the worst thing in the world. I have said quite a few in my day.”

You smiled, even though you found it hard to believe, especially with how prime and proper she looked sitting there.

“I have to know, though. How did you know who I was?”

“Um—your eyes.”

She looked even more curious. “My eyes?”

You swallowed and avoided her gaze. “They’re—they’re the same as Henry’s—eh-em, I mean his highness.”

The way she looked at you made you slightly uncomfortable. She looked like she was assessing you. Before she could speak, another woman walked into the room, one with strawberry blonde hair.

“Your majesty,” she began stopping instantly when she saw you.

You cleared your throat and turned to walk away. “I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No intrusion. Carolina, I think that will be all for today. I would like to finish my tea and possibly get to know our new houseguest.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” She curtsied then walked back out of the room, leaving you alone once again.

“Please, have a seat,” the queen said.

Before you sat, you actually thought to dart out of the room but quickly changed your mind. When you sat down across from her, you took note of the open binders and folders sprawled out on the table. Out of nowhere, someone walked into the solarium, took up the matching teapot, and poured it into a new teacup to your right.

“Will there be anything else, your majesty?”

“Thank you, Edie.”

The woman walked back out of the room, and it got silent for a few moments.

“Please, have some. It is a Darjeeling blend that is grown right here in Brexendor. I drink at least a cup a day. I promise you it is delicious.”

She took another sip, but she didn’t look at all worried that you wouldn’t sample it. You placed the books on top of the table and took up the teacup instead, and sipped. Lavender, mint, honey, and rose filled your mouth. A moan escaped you.

“Good, right.”

Nodding, you took another mouthful.

“How are you?”

After swallowing, you placed the cup down. “I am feeling a lot better, your majesty.”

“Please, every time I am called that, it makes it impossible to forget. Call me, Cecelia, please.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, and it must have shown because she smiled then giggled.

“O—kay.”

“I promise. I am not trying to trick you in any way. I just want you to be comfortable. I can imagine what it feels like to come here and be surrounded by all of this. It is—overwhelming…intimidating even. I just want to make your time here peaceful and enjoyable.”

She didn’t look like she was lying or trying to cover something. She came off as genuinely kind, like she truly meant what she said.

“Thank you, your—Ce—Ms. Cecelia.”

She smiled, then nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

“I’m Xari.”

“A beautiful name. It is wonderful to meet you, dear. I do hope your stay has been a good one so far.”

“Yes, yes, everyone has been nothing but kind and hospitable. I appreciate your kindness,” you expressed.

Cecelia nodded and took another sip from her cup. Her eyes landed on something on the table.

“Of Vice and Virtue and Clandestine. Two wonderful selections.”

“I hope it’s alright. I took them. I promise I will put them back,” you began.

Cecelia reached her hand out and placed it on top of yours. “Xari, I could not care less if you kept them. You are free to anything in the palace.”

You slowly nodded and took another sip of tea. As you did, the photos on the table caught your eye. They were of a decorated room. It looked like a mock-up of a ballroom of some sort. The colors of the flowers were orange, and they didn’t look like they belonged with the pastel green that surrounded them.

“This color scheme is all wrong. You shouldn’t pair orange and green. You have to pick one or the other. I’d recommend the green; it’s very pretty.”

She looked curious, most likely wondering who the hell you were to say half of what you did.

“Are you a decorator?”

“Not officially. I took some classes, got some certificates in event planning and interior design,” you admitted.

“Oh, so you design for a living.”

“No, no. It—I am a travel photographer and blogger. It’s not what I planned, but I fell into it. Event planning and design are more of hobbies.”

“Well, this might just be serendipitous. I am in the middle of planning the ball for the opening of the festivities,” Cecelia began adjusting herself in her seat. “I just got back in Brexendor, and the trip was longer than I anticipated. That means I have two days to put together our annual ball that is supposed to open Brexenavid. That is our month-long celebration of what every Brexdorian prides themselves on—our holiday time.”

“What exactly is Brexenavid?”

“It is our month-long holiday celebration that we go all out for. There are tens of events, sometimes games, balls, dinners, and dignitaries within Brexendor and our neighboring countries who will begin arriving to stay with us here,” Cecelia explained.

You were impressed. It all sounded like a lot of work.

“And you’re the one to plan all of it?”

“Yes. That is my role as the matriarchal head of the royal family. It is one of my many roles.”

You released a breath, then finished your cup of tea. Before you spoke, you poured another.

“So tell me, if you were planning this, how would it look?”

You took a few moments to sip your tea and think about how you would do it. Closing your eyes, you tried to visualize the space, but you’d seen so many spaces that you couldn’t really picture it.

“Where will it be? What room? Can you describe it to me?”

Cecelia smiled, then stood. “I can do better. Let me show you.”

Cecelia walked out of the room, leaving you to hurry behind her. she led you through the hall you’d just walked down until you went down another hall you hadn’t before. About a minute later, you followed her into a large ballroom that looked like it belonged in Versailles. The walls dripped gold, and the ceiling housed so many chandeliers you didn’t bother to count past five.

“Wow. What a room.”

“One of my favorites. It is the usual one I use. What do you think?”

“Nice room. I would say with the amount of light that comes in and the views; I’d play that up. since it is December and I’ve seen several of your streets, Christmas is huge here.”

“If you only knew,” Cecelia confirmed.

“Then play it up. Christmas trees, poinsettias, tree lights, tinsel, everything that everyone loves about Christmas. Give your guests what they really love about this country, the beauty, the splendor,” you suggested.

She looked around the room as if she were trying to picture it. “I like it.”

Her smile was bright. “I more than like it. I love it. Carolina thought floral.”

“Floral isn’t a bad idea. You can add some in. Roses are subtle, lilies, even Dahlias, and Tulips.”

Cecelia approached you and took your hand. “I love your ideas, Xari. I have one of my own. How would you feel about taking point on this? I know you are still recovering, but you would have every staff member at your disposal. You would not be doing too much. You give the design orders, and everyone else will execute it.”

You were speechless and couldn’t believe the queen had just asked you to deck out her palace for a ball. “Obviously, you do not have to if you do not want to.”

“Do what?”

Henry’s voice brought your attention to him. he wore a simple white button-down shirt and grey dress pants. While it wasn’t as formal, he still looked put together.

“I have just asked Xari if she would put together the ball.”

“Mother. She is supposed to be resting and recuperating. Dr. Alphonsi has left very strict orders, and work was on the list of prohibited actions.”

His mother looped her arm with his with a smile. “Oh, darling, I am not talking about manual labor. She has quite an eye for design and event planning. I thought it would be fun.”

“Mother--,” Henry began again.

“Plus, what are you doing here?”

“You said supper was promptly at seven.”

“Heavens, is it seven already? All right, Xari, you do not have to answer right away. You can take the night to think about it. we should all go to supper.”

“Uh—I’ll go back to my room,” you began.

“Nonsense, looking at you, you are well enough to dine with the rest of us. Come,” Cecelia pressed as she released Henry to loop her other arm with yours and led you closer to her son.

Henry smirked, and when he realized he was in the middle, he softly scoffed and held out his arm for you. Your eyes locked for a few seconds, and you picked up a hint of amusement behind his blue orbs. You slowly looped your arm through his, allowing him to led the two of you out of the ballroom and down the long hall.

As you walked, his mother chattered on about something that you paid no mind to. All you could focus on was the smell of Henry’s cologne and his towering presence beside you. Your hand rested on his forearm, and the heat radiating off of him tempted you to flex your fingers against him. The minute your fingers moved, you felt his bicep tense. It was an action that brought your eyes to him. You lost your breath when you found his were already on you. Goodness, you thought to yourself, slowly trailing your eyes over the details of his face until they landed on his lips.

“Eh-em.”

Snapping your head forward, you saw that you’d arrived in the dining room. You pulled your arm free and walked away from Henry flashing them out, trying to cool them from his heat and gain some control over your wayward thoughts. This dining room was a different one from before. It looked more intimate.

“This is the dining room we prefer to eat in as a family,” Cecelia explained the closer you got to the table.

Taking your place beside Anika, Henry took his at the head of the table while his mother across from you beside a beaming Jemma. Once everyone was seated, the staff walked in carrying trays of food toward you. Once yours was put down, the silver cover was taken off to reveal a pot roast of some kind.

“I hope you are not a vegetarian,” Cecelia began.

“Oh no, my sister and I love all kinds of meat, Anika blurted out, making you give her a harsh eye.

“Wonderful. Please, dig in.”

Dinner went on uneventfully. Jemma talked about her plans to include a local orphanage in the planned festivities for the month. Everyone seemed to think it was an excellent idea. Then the conversation turned to Anika as the Queen tried to get to know her better. The only ones who remained relatively quiet were you and Henry. Every so often, your eyes met and lingered. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never manifested. That was when your eyes drifted to some part of him, either it was his lips, or his hands, or even those sprigs of black hair that teased the bounty that laid under his shirt just waiting to be played with.

By the time dinner was finished, and after dinner, coffee and tea were served, things had moved to one of the sitting rooms you’d walked through earlier in the day. After your first cup of chamomile and lavender tea, the queen said her goodnights and left you, Anika, and Jemma to your own devices. It allowed you to crack open one of the books you’d picked earlier. By the time you finished your second cup of tea, exhaustion had caught up with you. When you looked up, it was just you and Henry sitting there. Once again, Anika had disappeared, this time taking Jemma with her.

His nose was buried in a book. Before you could admire the view of him sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, his eyes drifted to you; then he lowered his book to reveal a soft smile. Neither of you spoke. It was a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be filled with words. A yawn sprang from you, making him snort.

“This can’t be regular chamomile or lavender.”

“You are probably right. I do know it is farmed straight from the field and brought here,” he answered.

“Wow, so literally from the earth to your stomach.”

Henry smiled again.

“I um—I think I should probably turn in,” you said.

Henry placed his book aside, then stood. “Allow me to walk you back to your room.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

He smiled, came closer, and held his arm out to you.

“Are you always such a gentleman?”

“I try to be. It is what I was raised to be,” he replied.

“So—always. There isn’t a time of day where you say fuck it and let it all fall away?”

He smiled and stepped a little closer. It was as close as he was the first night in the bar before you parted ways. His eyes bore into you from his towering height, and you decided you wanted to see what he would do.

“There is about an hour in the morning when I first wake. No one has come in to give me news or updates. It is quiet, and my mind is clear. Then there are those few minutes at night before I fall asleep where I can let everything fall off me. In those two moments—I—I feel like myself.”

There was a pained look in his eyes that you wanted to know more about.

“And what does it feel like to be yourself?”

Henry gave you a melancholy smile. “Lonely.”

A full minute passed then Henry held out his arm again. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm and let him lead the way out of the sitting room, down the long corridor, and up the grand steps. The walk was quiet, but you didn’t feel weird being close to him like this. It felt normal. Halfway to your room, Henry spoke.

“My father told me before he died, the more people that want a piece of you, the less you have for yourself and the lonelier it is at the top.”

“Sounds like the words of a wise man.”

“He was very wise.”

Silence. You’d heard the sadness in his voice the first time he mentioned his father.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single second of every single day,” Henry answered.

As you turned down the hall that would lead to your room, the silence returned.

“Your speech was amazing.”

“You’re saying that because you helped write it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It doesn’t matter who helped write it. Words are nothing without the conviction to back them up. You made the speech.”

You could feel his eyes on you, so you met them right before you stopped in front of your door.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He then took a step to you, closing the wide gap between you.

“Do you usually have to approve the plans for big events?”

His crinkled brow said he was confused. “I guess it depends. Why?”

“Well, since you are so busy being his highness and all, the only way we’d ever see each other the next few days would be for me to accept your mother’s offer and plan this ball seeing how his highness would get the final say-so on all plans. Right?”

Henry slowly began smiling then he licked his lips. “That sounds about right, but that would mean one thing and one thing only.”

You leaned against your door and smiled innocently. “And what’s that?”

“That you want to see me almost as much as I want to see you.”

Your heart pounded faster and faster. “Almost as much?”

Henry rested his arm on the door jamb, sort of boxing you in. “You have to know, Xari.”

“Know what, your highness?”

“Henry,” he whispered quite breathlessly as he stared into your eyes.

The tension between you was palpable. It felt like any second one or both of you were going to do something that neither of you could take back. The loud crack of thunder boomed outside, bringing you both to realize your surroundings. Henry cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“Good night, Xari. I look forward to seeing those plans at every decision,” he said with a stern face and plenty of humor in his eyes.

“Your highness.”

He sighed, then walked back down the hall, leaving you to admire the sway of his hips and the plump but firm state of his ass. God help you, you thought to yourself before you stepped back into your room. You’d never been good at fighting off temptation. You liked to put up a fight but eventually, you always gave in.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before you did just that.

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kristallioness · 7 years ago

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Good (early) morning, dear followers! Phew! So much happened last week and I'm gonna try to sum everything up now that I finally have the time to write it down...

First off, I'm gonna start with our surprising weather conditions. Exactly a week ago, on Tuesday the 17th, I woke up around 1 pm and witnessed how the sky turned really dark, like it was nightfall or something. The darkness lasted for 1-2 hours and later I learned from our local news that it was caused by three factors: storm Ophelia carried dust from the Sahara desert and smoke from the wildfires in Portugal all over Estonia!

I've never seen anything quite like it, not to mention the triple rainbow (+ a double rainbow a few hours later) that I saw on my dad's birthday last Thursday. It was so beautiful since I actually saw the end of the rainbow come closer until the rain stopped and it disappeared (wasn't fast enough to take a pic with my camera and there wasn't a pot of gold either *sigh*). And since it's becoming colder around here, the forecast said it could possibly snow this week already. The first snow of this approaching winter, yay!

Second, and most importantly, I had the time of my life on Friday and Saturday! It was my school's 40th homecoming. On the first day, there were 3 sports games that registered alumni teams could play and spectators could watch. I spent like half an hour watching some basketball and chatting to my old classmate (K.H.), who also came and found me sitting there.

Then I headed to another old classmate's (K.P.) house for our class reunion. It was so great to hear what everybody was up to. She had her big and sweet dog walk around the guest room. His name is Dash and he's such a good pupper. I let him sniff my hand to greet him and introduce myself. He would just come and put his big head near my lap and wait for me to pet him.. Anyways, after that we all went to the party at our local club to hang out for a bit longer and enjoy ourselves and dance.

On the second day, there was a big concert/musical held in our cultural center, which was really funny and festive and formal, too. Once it was over, the crowd started to gather at our own schoolhouse for the big party! The entire evening was bittersweet (since the building will be almost completely demolished soon and a new one will be constructed around the gym instead), full of fun, eating and drinking (I didn't drink a drop of alcohol, but the food at our school cafeteria was still SO GOOOOD), dancing, hugs (LOTS OF HUGS!!!), fond memories being shared, simply being together again (like coming back home to my family). So many familiar faces, older graduates who I know (or who I know because my parents know them), old teachers, old classmates..

I honestly felt anxious at first (especially a couple of days before), going there and admitting that I'm not doing as great as I should. But once I was there (on both days), I was totally relaxed around my friends, my family who I know and love so much. Like nothing had changed. I'm forever grateful that everything turned out far better than I ever could've hoped for. Thanks goes to my fellow alumni for being there on those two very special days. It wouldn't have been the same without them.. *wipes away tear* I'll always remember my first homecoming fondly.

Alright, and finally some random news (mostly related to Avatar, I think).. While I was out having fun at my first homecoming, @avatarsymbolism reblogged this post of mine and now it's nearing the 5000 notes mark (I can't believe it, my most popular post!). Thank you!

Also, now that I should have more free time, I'll continue work on my Hakoda and Katara piece and try to finish it before Father's Day (in three weeks' time). I've been watching "Call the Midwife" and slowly developing an idea for a veeeery long fanfic of Katara doing something similar. And I'm pleased to announce that I might just know what I'm going to write and will probably begin working on it as soon as I finish that card (it's gonna be NaNoWriMo after all). @avatarwindboy - I'll definitely let you know once I've posted it.

To finish this personal update, I'd like to promote two things. The first one would be @zuzuthebloodsucker's blog, which is full of so much good Avatar (+ other) content that I like (I've especially missed seeing quality Avatar content). I should've followed you sooner (I was honestly hesitant since I was afraid of too much new stuff flooding my dash), but your blog is a true blessing and exactly what I needed. *hugs* On that note, I'm sorry for posting so frequently, but my queue and drafts would otherwise become clogged and none of those awesome posts would ever appear on my blog!

The other one would be a user on YouTube called Kataang Videos. They create lovely Avatar-themed AMVs with some of my favourite songs. I just watched this one today and shed a few tears - the part where they edited the sound together so that Aang would say "I love you, Katara." broke my heart (he NEVER said it with her name in the end and hearing the whole sentence in this order was so beautiful!).

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royallyprincesslilly · 6 years ago

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Title: Late (20.1)

Chapter Warnings: Angst, plot,

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I also have been going through a writing drought and haven’t felt the want to write. I know my issues and not yours, I’m sorry. While working on this it was going to upwards of 10K so I will be splitting it up. Without further a due, ta-da!

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“The plan seems to be coming together accordingly,” Queen Ramonda pointed out.

You nodded your head as you sipped from your cup of Wakanda black tea. You hated coffee so this was the next best thing. Its caffeine values rivaled that of coffee, but the taste was pure heaven. It gave hints of bergamot, jasmine, and vanilla. It was your favorite. You often drank several cups of it throughout the day. when you left Wakanda and went back to New York you missed this almost as much as you missed T’Challa. With the mere thought of his name, you began to feel a slight homesick feeling. It was the same feeling you’d felt during your absence from Wakanda. You sighed and placed the delicate porcelain teacup into its matching tribal designed saucer.

“It is,” you responded.

“I still think you should confront the traitor sooner rather than later,” Shuri seethed.

You looked at her and recognized the look of anger on her face. You didn’t expect any different. She just found out the woman she thought of as a friend had a direct role in the murder of her father and now was plotting to take her brother. You understood her anger, it was well placed.

“Oh, I wish for nothing more than to confront her Shuri and it will happen, but this has to be played just right. The Art of War and the perfect strategy of chess is to alienate your enemy, take away every pawn, rook, castle, and bishop first so they only have their king. If done correctly you do not have to take the king, he will turn on the last piece,” you explained.

“My, my, who knew you had the mind of a warrior Y/N,” Queen Ramonda chided with a pleased smile on her face.

“I was born a warrior Queen Mother.”

You smiled and took another sip from your teacup and went over the remainder of the plan in your head.

“You two should prep for the wedding. It will look suspicious if you are not by Nakia’s and T’Challa’s side every step of the way today. She must think she has won,” you explained.

Shuri and Queen Ramonda stood from the table and approached closer to you. Ramonda took your hand and gently but firmly squeezed it.

“It has been you all along, the only match T’Challa was ever meant for, Bast has decreed it.”

You smiled at her sweet words and gave her delicate but strong hands a firm squeeze back. Before she walked off with Shuri beside her she gave you another heartwarming smile. you sat there by yourself for the next several minutes and just allowed yourself to fully think about all that would happen in the next few hours.

After you finished your tea you went to the training center and decided to run through one of the simulated training courses. You knew all the skills you’d been taught over the last six years would possibly come in handy.

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T’Challa stood in from of the full-length mirror in his chambers and looked at his reflection. He barely recognized himself. He was dressed in traditional wedding attire. The golden bejeweled dashiki set he wore Nakia had chosen for him. He had no interest in this wedding, so he happily delegated all the plans to Nakia who seemed overjoyed to spend all his money. To be truthful none of this looked like him, none of the garments was his style. He would not have chosen solid gold as the color he would wear it spoke of opulence, something he tried to shy away from. He preferred comfort and practical. Yes, he was a rich man and king of Wakanda, but he didn’t want to look obnoxiously rich, or materialistically superior to those of his kingdom. He sighed and looked down to his golden matching shoes. He shook his head in annoyance and tried to repeat the mantra he’d been religiously depending on since the elders forced Nakia and this marriage down his throat.

“Ngenxa yezinto ezilungileyo zabantu bakho, ukuphumelela kwelizwe lakho. Ngenxa yezinto ezilungileyo zabantu bakho, ukuphumelela kwelizwe lakho. Ngenxa yezinto ezilungileyo zabantu bakho, ukuphumelela kwelizwe lakho,” T’Challa recited with his eyes firmly shut.

This time he did not feel any calmer, and he did not have the perspective of the times before. He was filled with nothing but dread. He was going to marry a woman he did not love, he was going to marry a woman he felt nothing for. He was going to commit to a marriage he knew he would be one hundred percent unhappy and unfulfilled in for the rest of his life. He was going to have to put Y/N behind him and move on from her. He was going to have to send her and his heart away. T’Challa closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“For someone who has chosen his path you sure look as if you are not happy about the path you have chosen,” Okoye voiced from behind him.

T’Challa turned to see her stand in her uniform looking as fierce as she did every day. she had her spear in hand resting on the floor.

“A path I had to choose,” he corrected.

“I have it on good faith that a king is not forced to do anything, and that includes making choices he wishes not to,” Okoye challenged.

“What would you have me do Okoye, forsake my people and my land? Give the elders what they have wanted since my father’s death? Should I have given them complete free reigns to Wakanda to turn it backwards into time?” He was speaking a little louder than he intended, and he knew all his frustrations and anger was seeping to the surface.

“Of course not Kumkani. That is the last thing you should ever do,” Okoye conceded seeing the turmoil radiating through his eyes. He was in a state of complete torture; his soul was not at ease Okoye acknowledged. She wished she could help him or even bring him into the Y/N’s plan, but she knew he had to be kept in the dark until the right moment.

“I am doing what I must for Wakanda. I am doing what my father had drilled into me since the day of my sixth birthday. A king chooses his country and his people before he chooses anything for himself. Your wants mean nothing,” T’Challa recited as he turned back to the mirror.

For the first time, Okoye felt sorry for T’Challa. She fully saw all he was giving up for a position he probably would abdicate if he had the choice. She approached him slowly and stood next to him and looked over his attire in the full-length mirror.

“I am making a mistake and I cannot steer from it. do you know what that feels like Okoye?”

She thought back to the moments before she found out her fiancé W’Kabi was a traitorous, lying sack of rhinoceros dung and the moments after she’d found out. She knew what that felt like.

“Yes, I have known that feeling,” she admitted.

T’Challa looked at her and had a feeling he knew what or who she was referring to and nodded. They stood there in silence for several minutes. Him not having the energy to speak being completely drained of every emotion and Okoye at a loss of what to say. She seeped in her internal conflict to do no harm to her king but her need to rectify the wrong that desperately needed righting took precedence.

“Kumkani, if I may offer a few words of comfort. It will all work out in the end,” Okoye stated before she abruptly turned to leave.

T’Challa watched her leave confused as to the meaning of her words.

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~Nakia~

“You are beautiful usisi omcinci,” Tandra squealed.

Nakia returned the squeal and flailed her arms in the air at her reflection.

“I am so happy I chose the golden gown, it definitely sets the standard for this wedding and for the remainder of my life as Queen of Wakanda,” Nakia beamed.

“The widow Queen,” Tandra filled in. She was surprised by her sister’s plans. She’d always thought T’Challa was the dream for her happily ever after, but she proved to be more like Tandra when she revealed the last piece of her plot.

“Is the bedroom staged Tandra?” Nakia questioned spinning around in her opulent golden ballgown to face her sister.

“Yes, the bedroom has been staged for your ill-fated coupling with the king,” Tandra confirmed.

“Good,”

“Will you be getting a taste of the king’s…skill set before you relieve him of his title and life?” Tandra inquired as she sipped from her glass of Wakandan wine.

Nakia fiddled with the gold and diamond necklace she wore as she thought. She remembered her time with T’Challa from when they were younger, and she willingly admitted he did have a rather wide and expertly honed skill set. Nakia knew first hand how good he was in bed and how well endowed he was. She smirked to herself and nonchalantly shrugged.

“What kind of woman would I be if I didn’t at least send the king off happy and satisfied?”

Tandra smiled and giggled in the empty room, Nakia quickly joined in and their laughter mingled together. if anyone passed one would guess it was just two sisters basking in their happiness on one’s wedding day. The truth was much more sinister than that.

“I am proud of you usisi omcinci,” Tandra expressed.

Nakia momentarily looked at her sister and felt pleased. She’d always looked up to Tandra. She’d also envied her but that was a story for another day. She nodded and continued to examine her reflection. she was so close to getting everything she wanted she could taste victory and she never wanted anything more.

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As all in the kingdom arrived for the festivities, they took notice of the extravagant décor all around the palace. Gold dripped from every surface and jewels gleamed at every opportunity. Some looked on in awe at the display of luxury while others turned up their noses at the blatant display of riches. The whispers filled the palace of they speculations of how the wedding would go and what the bride would wear. As the guests entered the throne room where the wedding would be held, they took their seats in the golden chairs that were laid out and waited for the event to begin. The Dora Milaje were stationed around the room and the elders were sitting front and center. Throughout the room, angelic music played music that was sure to make angels weep.

The loud sounds of trumpets brought the attention of every guest. The trumpets alerted of the beginning of the event as well as the arrival of the royal family. T’Challa walked in first closely followed by the Queen mother Ramonda and princess Shuri. The guests all respectfully bowed as the royal family made their entrance into the room and took their places across from the elders. T’Challa kissed his mother’s and sister’s cheeks and ascended up the short steps to the head of the room to wait for his bride.

The guests in the room took notice of T’Challa’s weary expression and ill demeanor and many looked at each other as if confused.

Within a few short minutes, the trumpeted blared yet again except this time in a more elaborate fashion. T’Challa rolled his shoulders back and straightened his posture. He took a deep breath in to prepare for the next twenty minutes. He closed his eyes and repeated the mantra yet again hoping to build his resolve. Nakia stepped to the entrance of the room in all her golden glory. The guests audible let out a gasp and she beamed even more at their awe. She stood there longer than expected just allowing all the eyes to praise her. Nakia caught the eyes of her father who looked stern as if to say continue. She snapped out of it and slowly crept down the aisle. As she walked, she widely smiled and waved to each guest. Nakia took all of it in and basked in the attention. She thought this was the life she was made for, a life where others looked and admired her riches and beauty. She couldn’t wait to be titled, queen. As Nakia slowly made her way down the aisle Shuri stood disapprovingly watching her pompous display. Queen mother sensing her daughter’s sour look gently nudged her and gave her the look. It served as a caution to remember herself and the plan. Shuri took a deep breath in and covered her true emotions with a docile expression, one that showed neither happiness or anger. She willed herself to show and feel no emotion.

Shuri watched as Nakia approached her and her mother and reached out to her mother’s hands. Ramonda hesitated for a moment and allowed Nakia to grasp her hands.

“Queen mother, I have prayed to Bast for years to allow this day to come so I may have the honor of calling you mother,” Nakia glossed up.

Ramonda warmly smiled. Every instinct in her body said to skin her alive and she was not a violent woman.

“Thank Bast the day has finally arrived that you will get everything you truly deserve my dear,” Ramonda warmly said.

Nakia smiled again without fully grasping the meaning of the Queen Mother’s words.

“Omcinci,” Nakia said to Shuri holding out her hand. Shuri stared at Nakia’s outstretched hands but did not budge. Queen Mother sensing Shuri did not possess the full skillset to play the game let go of one of Nakia’s hands to grab one of Shuri’s before putting it on top of Nakia’s and then placing her own hand on top of Shuri’s. Nakia smiled again and nodded before she approached the steps to join T’Challa.

Once she’d reached the top, she noticed T’Challa’s eyes were firmly shut. she was not pleased. The room fell silent as if waiting for T’Challa to look upon his bride. He did not. After one long minute, Ma’Uchi cleared his throat and leaned toward T’Challa.

“My king, your bride is here. Glance upon the beauty you will have the honor of appreciating for the rest of your life,” Ma’Uchi said.

T’Challa did not open his eyes automatically. Instead, he took another deep breath and slowly released the breath. Once he did, he looked at her and felt nothing. Yes, she was pretty and made a fine bride, but the facts still remained he did not want her.

“Let us begin,” Ma’Uchi finalized signifying the beginning of the ceremony.

Ma’Uchi began his speech of the history of Wakanda and the purpose the elders serve in conjunction with the king. He spoke of the significance of the marriage between the tribes and what the union signified. As he spoke Nakia beamed at the crowd, and even T’Challa. With every word, Ma’Uchi spoke T’Challa seemed to be under even more distress.

After the speech, it was time for the ritualistic dances. Nakia and T’Challa sat in crafted thrones and watched all the dances to celebrate their union. Each dance was different, and each dance told a story. One told the story of Nakia and T’Challa as children playing, plotting and exploring together. another told the story of a couple growing together to love. This dance T’challa immediately thought of Y/N. with every movement of the dancers he thought of their journey and the path they’d traveled thus far. The only difference with the dance on reality was the dance ended happily while their story had a tragic end, an end for star-crossed loves. By the end of it, he was filled with remorse, remorse of what could have been but what was never destined to be.

After the dances, W’Kabi led in a goat from the border tribe. He then presented T’Challa with a dagger. T’Challa hesitated to take the dagger. W’Kabi gently patted his back in a reassuring manner and threw him a joyful smile. T’Challa wished he could feel as carefree as W’Kabi no doubt felt. Once he took the dagger, he knew what was expected of him and he knew what it signified. The ritual of the sacrifice was to present to the ancestors asking their blessing for a happy marriage filled with laughter and fertility. It was also meant to show respect to the bride’s family proving that he could provide for his new bride. T’Challa was already tired of this fake presentation. He approached the goat and went behind it. when he angled the dagger at the goat’s throat, he looked to his mother hoping for her cool assurance. He did not see any assurance there. her and Shuri both looked as if they had their noses turned up completely detached from the entire process. That was strange to him. he sighed again and proceeded to end the life of the sacrificial goat. The crowd erupted with applause as the red blood leaked into the bowl.

T’Challa never cared for killing just for the sake of it and this felt like a just because killing because his heart did not feel the sentiments, nor did he have any heartfelt wishes for happiness and fertility. He matter of fact had no intention of every touching his soon to be wife. He sat next to a gleeful Nakia and watched as his mother approached with a bowl. This was the utsiki ritual. He watched his mother bow down and hold out the bowl to them both.

“Queen mother,” Nakia stated before bowing her head. She then reached into the bowl to take a piece of the cooked goat meat that had been marinating in the sour milk concoction. T’Challa followed Nakia and took a piece for himself and slowly chewed the meat. Once finished Nakia bowed her head again. Ramonda looked to T’Challa and she saw the anguish in his eyes. she wanted to console him and assure him the pain would end but she could not. Instead, she bowed her head to T’Challa and rose to go back to her seat next to Shuri.

Ma’Uchi stood behind the thrones in the space between holding a yard of kente cloth.

“Now the binding,” Ma’Uchi announced.

“Nakia of the River Tribe, your hand please.”

Nakia quickly raised her left hand into the air.

“King T’Challa of the Panther Tribe, your hand please.”

T’Challa gripped the arm of his throne and clenched his jaw. It was at this moment he realized he had still been wracking his brain for a way out and it was at this moment he could not see one.

“My king,” Ma’Uchi repeated more firmly.

T’Challa looked around the room at the faces of his people, family, and friends. He looked at all their faces and wished he saw one face in particular, one face, her face, Y/N’s face. He did not. He knew at that moment if he saw her face, he would abandon his people and country because right now he felt as if he were dying. The panther felt as if it too was dying. It was a strange, weakening feeling.

“King T’Challa!” Ma’Uchi gritted out through clenched teeth.

T’Challa conceded and slowly raised his hand to rest against Nakia’s forearm next to his. The guests whispered amongst themselves, no doubt sensing that their king did not want this marriage.

Ma’Uchi placed the cloth against Nakia’s wrist first and then T’Challa’s. upon the first feel of the cloth T’Challa lowered his head in defeat as an overwhelming pricing pain swept through his chest.

“This binding ceremony signifies the marriage pact between king T’Challa and Nakia. From this moment they are binding their paths, lives, hearts and souls together forever,” Ma’Uchi informed.

“I invoke article 1028 not to supersede article 2381, 2383 and 2384,” a voice spoke from the back of the room loud enough for everyone to hear.

The room stilled as everyone looked about them trying to see who spoke.

“What? Who said that?” Ma’Uchi demanded.

“Does it matter who spoke it. Capital offenses have been invoked. Offenses that overrule all proceedings, including this marriage,” the voice spoke again.

“One cannot just invoke capital offenses without proof,” Ma’Uchi rumbled.

“Oh, I have proof.”

“Show yourself if you have such proof.”

Tandra rose from her seat and slyly maneuvered through the wedding guests seeking for the holder of the voice. As she glided through the now standing crowd, she reached underneath her dress between her thighs for her double daggers.

The crowd parted to reveal Y/N. There was an audible gasp throughout the crowd. T’Challa quickly put his arm down and stood from his throne. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining you or if you were real.

“Y/N?” T’Challa inquired with a mixture of shock and hope etched on his face.

To Be Continued......

Glossary of Terms:

Ngenxa yezinto ezilungileyo zabantu bakho, ukuphumelela kwelizwe lakho = For the good of your people, for the prosperity of your land.

Usisi Omcinci = Little sister

Omcinci= Sister

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