#ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY MONARCH

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Happy new years and Happy birthday!!

[therealcocoshady]

POV : You’re Marshall Mathers’s girlfriend and he worships you

Author’s Note : Hi guys ✨. I feel like it’s been a while since I last published something on here. Enjoy this little blurb I wrote. It’s kind of random but I think it’s kind of cute still 💕.

Marshall Mathers doesn’t really enjoy being treated like a king wherever he goes. He knows people give him special treatment out of respect, because he is a huge fucking superstar, but he doesn’t really care for it. He’s just a normal dude at heart, you know ? He likes it when things are kept simple. He’s not a huge fan of the deference, of people practically bowing and curtsying to him because he is Eminem. It’s weird.

But when it comes to you ? People better treat you like the absolute monarch that you are. This man will not accept anything less for the woman he loves. You are his sun. His days start and end with you. You are a deity he worships day and night and people better put some respect on his lady’s name.

He is not giving you the princess treatment. No. This would be good enough for any peasant. If he could, this man would build altars and monuments for you. You are his religion. Your birthday and the anniversary of your first date are holidays he refuse to work on. Doesn’t matter if he’s offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minutes performance, he simply refuses to be away from you on those days. And if you so much as utter an « I need you », this man will drop absolutely everything. He’s done it in the past and he absolutely has no regrets about flying for five hours on a day off from tour to be able to surprise you at work after you mentioned it was « so hard being away » from him. He is usually mindful about climate change but for you, this man will turn into Taylor « taking my jet for a ten minutes flight » Swift. He literally doesn’t care about the world burning as long as there is a smile on your face. Marshall is not a big spender but for you, he doesn’t care about numbers. His goddess deserves the very best and, thank God for that merch money, he is able to give it to you. He’s not a diva but he demands the very best for you. He couldn’t care less about the water brought to him in his dressing room before a performance. But he makes sure it’s your favorite brand. Same for snacks. If he has to fly someone to another country to get something for you, he absolutely will. In his mind, it’s the least he can do for the woman who blesses him with her presence. He is almost offended when someone fails to greet you properly and he absolutely is when someone straight up disrespects you. If he could, he would fight duels in your honor. Somehow, you managed to turn this stoic individual in the utmost gentleman. When he’s by your side, you will never be caught walking on the wrong side of the pavement, having to hold your own bags. He’d rather die than have that. But you’ll never be caught. Because he protects you like you’re the most precious treasure there is. He’s never caught in your presence, because he doesn’t want to have you plagued by the media and harassed by fans and, yet, he manages to show you off. In private, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s head over heels with you. Your name is on his lips constantly, and the way he talks about you shows just how devoted he is. At first, people close to him got a little worried. Who were you ? What were your intentions ? It seemed like you were out of nowhere. Walked into Marshall’s life one day and, from then on, he was addicted. They had every reason to be suspicious. And then, they met you. And they understood. They got to witness the genuineness of your interactions, how your eyes mirrored Marshall’s devotion, the way he leaned into your touch so naturally and just how you seemed to heal the parts of him that had been left raw. For the first time in forever, they saw him at peace. Not merely content. Happy. They expected to hate you, because what kind of high maintenance brat has the most stoic man they ever knew act like a puppy ? Only, they couldn’t. It wasn’t quite clear how things worked out between you and Marshall and, in hindsight, it was none of their business. But they couldn’t hate you when it was clear as day that « Em » as most call him, had finally found a safe space. So you won them over as well, and they gave you the princess treatment.

[onenicebugperday]

@dazzelmethat submitted: This will be a very strange submission and feel free to turn it down due to it’s vagueness.

I’m autistic and when I was real little (ages 3-9) my favorite toys were plastic caterpillars that I bought from Rainforest Cafe (in the early 2000s).  They came everywhere with me, they went on birthday cakes ect. There are five in total but I was able to identify similar species that the molds might have been based on for the other three.

The green and brown one is the one I most would like to find a similar species to (since the purple one’s only defining feature is the line running down their back I feel like if you can’t think of any similar species I’d be able to find one somewhere by myself.)

They all are just three inch plastic toys made in China that were sold in bulk with other molded plastic bugs. In the back of my head I always thought that these two in particular might just be fictional bugs. It’s one of the great mysteries that has haunted me for 20 years..

If you have no idea how to respond to this ask could you just give me advice on what websites/resources you use that could sort bugs by their colors or features?

I’d appreciate any help and would love to either pay you with money or with art if you could help me out any.

Thank you for your time!

Well first of all I absolutely love how much you enjoyed these little plastic caterpillars as a kid, that’s adorable. I think the colors on the green one are made up, but the general shape is that of a bunch of caterpillars in the genus Danaus - quite a few of them have six tentacles like that one does. The queen, the plain tiger, and the soldier come to mind. Monarchs are in the same genus, but they only have four tentacles. As for the other one, with no distinctive traits to go on, it’d be impossible to say. This site here is one where you can sort by color, pattern, and other traits like fuzziness - however it’s only for caterpillars in North America, so it may not be particularly helpful.

[flightfoot]

Any fic recs of Adrien dealing with the fallout of finding out his dad is hawkmoth?

Oh yeah, this is a popular plotline and tends to lead to some great fics!

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Bubblegum Soul by @wehadabondingmoment

"The impulse to throw away his ring, to slam it on the ground and watch its metallic splinters chap away at his soul, got more tempting by the second. Maybe, for a moment, he would learn what it meant to be alive." (Or: Hawk Moth has been defeated and Adrien is suffering more than ever. Armed with unhealthy coping mechanisms and the knowledge that he apparently isn't human, he embarks on a journey of self-discovery.) (Except that his father isn't quite ready to give up just yet.)

Poor Adrien. His father's defeated, but that doesn't mean that he's alright. Dealing with finding out that he's a sentimonster via his father attempting to order him around... that's harsh.

And it doesn't help that while he gets one ring back pretty quickly, he doesn't realize that he has a second amok...

If you like angsty sentiadrien fic, this'll be right up your alley! It's M-rated, but I'm not sure why. Maybe because Adrien's just kind of in a bad headspace?

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Disintegrated Pancakes by @scribeofrhapsody

Adrien had started expecting the family breakfasts. He had NOT been expecting his father to collapse in the middle of one.

I’m shocked I haven’t seen more of this sort of thing, with Adrien finding out his father’s Monarch via seeing the Cataclysm wound. I love that Alya gets involved in this, being the person Adrien runs into after fleeing the room, and then Adrien getting to talk things out with Gabriel and Nathalie. Thankfully Gabriel is at least not completely incapable of being reasoned with here, or things could have gone worse than they did. It’s a nice little read, though with an ambiguous ending (at least at the time when I write this).

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all of your flaws and all of my flaws (are laid out one-by-one) by @coffeebanana

Ladybug and Marinette have both been acting strangely since Monarch’s defeat, and Chat Noir would give anything to know why—to be able to help them. He just…didn’t expect his answers to come when Ladybug drags him to his father’s statue in the middle of the night along with a bag full of spray paint.

If you felt unsatisfied with Adrien being left in the dark about Monarch, with Ladybug lying about Gabriel being a hero, this is a great fic to read. Marinette’s breaking down keeping this secret, seeing people treat Gabriel as the hero she told people he was, until she finally snaps and has to do SOMETHING, has to tell SOMEONE the truth. 

Which Chat takes pretty well! He knows how persuasive his father could be, and he’s mostly just relieved at finally hearing someone say that Gabriel wasn’t a hero. It’s still a lot to cope with though.

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Of Crisp Days and Crispier Cakes by @scribeofrhapsody

Gabriel wants to not be sick. Adrien wants to make a cake. Nathalie wants a chill birthday. Maybe they can help each other. Maybe it’ll be a disaster.

So this starts off as just the cute fluff fic of Adrien and Gabriel attempting to make Nathalie a birthday cake that the summary indicates, but soon evolves into a more action-filled drama fic when Gabriel makes the terrible decision to akumatize a cashier while sick… a cashier who happens to be in the same shop as Nathalie and Adrien. Who are willing to put their secret identities at risk in order to save each other.

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After Irritation Do Us Start by @scribeofrhapsody

It was the most difficult decision of his life, but Gabriel did it. He let go of Hawk Moth. He moved on from Emilie. Now, all he wants is to enjoy life with his son and new wife. Unfortunately, a certain nephew of his seems to be determined to unearth what Gabriel needs to remain buried.

I love this look at what could have happened if during the season 3 finale, Gabriel had decided enough was enough and given up on being a supervillain, moving on with Nathalie instead. How much better things could have been if he’d just decided to stop - though Adrien still wouldn’t be happy to discover why Hawk Moth had suddenly stopped attacking.

Oh yeah, there’s an OC here called Gerald who Adrien’s puzzled by, since he’d never heard of this guy before the past year. At the end of the story you find out why he’s included in the story. It’s not a major thing, but it is kind of funny and fits well with the rest of the story.

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Family by @unecoccinellenoire

“You know,” Nino grins, “if you need advice on being a big brother in a year or two I’m sure I could help.” The bottom of Adrien’s stomach dropped out. — Adrien struggles with the concept of his father and Nathalie having children.

So this is a world where Adrien and Marinette managed to defeat Gabriel, taking his Miraculous, with them giving him an ultimatum: they won’t out him as being Hawk Moth so long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble and does right by Adrien. Gabriel does, in fact, move on finally to Nathalie, giving Adrien a lot of mixed feelings to deal with. He still loves them both despite everything, but he’s also angry at them and he definitely does NOT want them to have children, both because he thinks they’d like any biological child they had more (he’s also harboring guilt from indirectly being the cause of his mom’s death), and because frankly, they screwed up too much with Adrien for him to want them to inflict that on another child.

And then there’s also Adrien dealing with the realization that he’s a Senti on top of that and wondering why he and Felix look the way they do, what Emilie’s reasons were.

It’s mostly just Adrien getting to talk things out, navigating this emotionally fraught situation he finds himself in now that the dust is settled.

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and I thought I heard you sing by @into-september

When Hawkmoth has been defeated and unmasked, Marinette is left with two problems and no solutions. First, that Adrien is further out of her reach than ever before, and no-one can tell her how to get to him. Second, that Cat Noir is far more troubled than she knew, and the only thing she can do is wait for him at the place they agreed to meet.

It’s your classic “Hawkmoth’s defeated and taken into custody but that means Adrien’s in for a rough time” sort of fic. Everyone’s worried about Adrien and wants to give him what comfort and support that they can, but he’s being hidden away from everyone (which I mean, honestly that’s a good move), so that’s not really possible. Plus, Ladybug’s noticed that Chat’s having a tough time in his civilian life, which worries her.

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If only I could break free by megetstoread

It started with Adrien being upset about going away, but led to a lot of revelations.  

Another Sentiadrien fic here! After telling Adrien that he’s being sent to London, Gabriel takes advantage of Adrien being distraught to akumatize him. Luckily Ladybug’s right there and deakumatizes him before he can even do anything, but it shakes both her and Chat, leading to her allowing him to tell her a lot more about his home life than usual, and for her and Adrien to investigate to see whether there might be more to Adrien’s inability to stand against his father than just psychological abuse.

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The Parable of the Caller by @nemaliwrites

A week after Hawk Moth’s identity has been revealed, Adrien finds himself with nowhere to go, nothing he can do, and worst of all, strange gaps in his memory he can’t explain. In a stroke of luck, he stumbles upon a burner phone filled with voicemails from one of the Saviors of Paris: Chat Noir himself, who disappeared following Hawk Moth’s arrest.

But with each new voicemail Adrien listens to, he’s forced to confront the fact that there might be some kind of connection between himself and Chat Noir — and discovering it might leave him more broken than before.

I absolutely adore this fic, it’s a fantastic character study for Adrien! Basically in this universe, Ladybug and Chat Noir talked about who should be Guardian, with Chat eventually convincing her that he should be the one to take it on, primarily due to the whole “the Guardian gets amnesia about Miraculous-related matters” situation, and wanting to protect Ladybug from that. Then he finds out Gabriel is Hawk Moth, they take him down, and he relinquishes the Miracle Box and his guardianship to Su Han - all without having a Reveal with Ladybug, since well, he’s not in the greatest shape mentally at the time.

It’s a real treat to see Adrien’s thoughts and feelings about one of the Heroes of Paris leaving him all these voicemails, treating him like this close friend for reasons he doesn’t understand, and just seeing Chat Noir as this outside person. He’s got a very different viewpoint on Chat when looking from the outside than he would from the inside, with being able to see his heroic and good qualities far more easily when he doesn’t know that he is Chat.

Also Marinette’s struggling in the background of the fic with the loss of her partner and guilt over sending Adrien’s father to prison. It gets touched on at various points, and you can tell that she’s having her own story off to the side that we’re just not entirely privy to, what with this tale being told entirely from Adrien’s perspective.

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drowning (in plain sight) by @buggachat

Everybody had expected Monarch's defeat to be a moment of triumph. Nobody had expected Gabriel Agreste, unmasked and mind frayed from continual abuse of the miraculous, crying out to all who would listen and making Paris certain of one thing:

His son, Adrien Agreste, is one of his sentimonsters.

And now he's missing.

Nobody can find him— not even the superheroes, and not even his closest friends. But Marinette, Nino, and Alya aren't ones to give up so easily. They'll find him, no matter what it takes.

(But, geez, would it kill Chat Noir to lend a hand?)

I’m sure everyone saw this one coming. If there’s one thing buggachat’s good at, storywise, it’s capturing raw, tumultuous emotions, frantic breakdowns as the characters desperately try to navigate bad situations. This was a real treat to read, as I’m betting most people reading this will agree, given just how popular the fic has been. It also has a ton of fanart, both by buggachat and by random fans, if you go looking for it (there’s a drowning in plain sight tag which I’d advise perusing). 

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Not a Monster at All by @book-sandwich

Adrien Agreste overhears a conversation he shouldn't, and a revelation sends him falling onto the terrace of the only person he can trust: his good friend (?) Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Takes place sometime after the first two episodes of season 5!

As you can probably guess from the title, this is a Sentimonster Adrien, Monarch takedown fic. Adrien’s going through a tough time, and Marinette’s just trying to be there for him as his whole world’s collapsing around him. Unfrotunately, they still don’t know what the object is, or how likely Gabriel would be to control Adrien if he hinted that he knew the truth, which leaves Adrien in a precarious position - still not having done an identity reveal doesn’t help matters.

It’s a really solid fic for the genre, though since it started up before the later parts of season 5, there are a few things that don’t match up with the canon information we obtained later on. 

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Under Oath by @eoscenes

In the aftermath of Hawk Moth's defeat, Ladybug finds her heart torn between her schoolgirl crush and her superhero partner ― who returns, after an unexplained hiatus, more irresistible than ever.

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Gabriel Agreste is unmasked, and Paris rises up in the aftermath.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng must weather Paris' anxious protesters, ravenous reporters, a scattered team of judiciary investigators, and her conflicting feelings for two different boys. In the eye of this storm is the elusive Adrien Agreste, the primary witness in his own father's trial, who might just hold the secret to finding the Peacock Miraculous.

(If only she wasn't in love with him.)

Meanwhile, locked away in Le Grand Paris hotel, Adrien grapples with his responsibilities to a city that can't decide if it hates or loves him. Keeping his daytime persona and Chat Noir separate entities becomes even harder when Ladybug, whom he has finally decided to get over, starts visiting him at night, determined to figure his secrets out.

(If only he wasn't in love with her.)

When an unknown figure returns with the Peacock Miraculous, Ladybug and Chat Noir will have to save their city once more — or lose each other trying.

I love how this fic shows Adrien just breaking down over the reveal of Hawk Moth’s identity, he’s in a Very Bad Place for a substantial portion of the fic, and being a suspect and witness in the case does NOT help. It’s got the most detailed “Adrien suffering the consequences of the backlash to his father’s prosecution” plot that I’ve seen.

Still, things get better with time, slowly, gradually. It’s not all at once, or a completely linear road, but he’s got his friends, even after everything.

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run boy run by Anonymous

Nino was sprawled on the floor of his room with Alya when his phone chimed, in the quiet of a premature autumnal sunset. It was one of those lazy evenings that had become rare lately. Contrary to popular belief, he and Alya could get studying done when in the same room, and he was elbows-deep in late assignments, which meant his phone was on Do Not Disturb, which meant the notification could only have come from one person. ADRIEN 🐈: cmoe ove rnow ADRIEN 🐈: like riggt now ADRIEN 🐈: plag NINO: that is literally incomprehensible NINO: wait is that you plagg ADRIEN 🐈: mov faster

So this is a “Adrien finds out that his father is Hawkmoth and consults with Nino about what to do” fic, with Nino throwing Hawkmoth off Adrien’s track, though inadvertently at his own expense. Love Nino’s perspective here, and I always enjoy a good Hawkmoth-takedown fic!

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When the Morning Comes by @into-september

Gabriel Agreste has been unmasked as Hawkmoth, and the girl who was fighting him all these years turns out to be Tom Dupain's daughter. And standing between them is Adrien Agreste with his life in shatters that Tom Dupain has no way of piecing together. But baking is at least a place to start.

I love how this not only digs into Adrien’s character, but Tom’s as well, especially how both of them have been estranged from their fathers. I haven’t seen that come up much.

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missing person (at the window) by @coffeebanana

Adrien expected to spend another night staring at the ceiling and ignoring his friends' messages, as he'd done every night since his father was unmasked as Shadow Moth. But when Ladybug falls through his bedroom window, he gets a little more than he bargained for.

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This Distance Between Us by @coffeebanana

After defeating Monarch, the search for the Peacock Miraculous brings Ladybug and Chat Noir to a hotel room in London. But it's hard to enjoy the victory when Ladybug can't figure out why Chat's been so quiet, why he seems so sad. How's she supposed to help if she has no idea what's wrong?

This is a great Sentiadrien fic, with Chat freaking out about it and feeling like he’s not worthy of Ladybug’s affections, but not telling her what’s actually wrong because he thinks she won’t want him anymore if she knows. Of course, he’s wrong about that. Also there’s a pretty intense confrontation with Felix, pissing Chat Noir off is a bad idea.

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Waiting series by @11jj11

First fic: Waiting

Every night Ladybug sat atop the Eiffel Tower, waiting for her partner.

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Temporary Place To Stay by walkingonthestars

Caline Bustier hears the news. Caline Bustier worries about her student, whose father has just been exposed as Hawk Moth and arrested. Caline Bustier impulsively takes in said student. Caline Bustier does not know the half of what she's just gotten into.

[purplesoulcollection]

Childhood Friends

Hey there! This is my very first fanfiction featuring Sung Suho, and I'm excited to dive into his story. He's the son of the legendary shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.

I plan to focus my writing on him. I'm not really considering to write a story about Sung Jinwoo since he's already so well-loved by other author fans, plus he has Cha Hae-In and an adult child who's ready to take on challenges, also he already around 40 years old in the manhwa (even though he doesn't aging!)

So, I'm eager to start fresh with his son, who is almost a mirror image of him but with a more vibrant personality and still untouched by romance in the manhwa.

This is the version 1 cause I didn't feel satisfied with my fic yet, so i'll make another version in the future. But still enjoyed it.

I hope you enjoy my other short stories and drabbles too!

Is this love?

That's my doodle in my notebook, and i even added some decorations to make it look nicer. I'm twirling my pen around, and my thoughts are all over the place with a mix of emotions. I can't help but focus on just one person in my mind.

I'm not sure if I should feel happy, sad, angry, or just confused. I don't get why i had to come to this realization. I wake up one day and realized that I've been in love with him. Why do i have to realize that i like him more than just a friends?

Having feelings for someone who sees us as just a childhood friends is tough for sure. It's hard to ask someone who thinks of us as family to look at us in a different light.

Now that I've figured it out, I'm stuck on what to do next. We are the perfect example of childhood friends. We've known each other since we were little kids, not quite since babyhood, but close enough.

But the question is... Should i confess to him and being rejected or should i just keep silent about this?

Wait is that important right now!

I seeing Suho enter class. Since when i ever have seeing Suho with the filter in my eyes that he looks more shiny and handsomer than before i realized my feeling, also why my cheeks and my hearts feeling so hot to even look at him, this feeling is definitely weird, my whole life is lie.

I want to scream when i realize that our eyes is locked to seeing each other and he smiles to seeing me looking at him, i roll my head a bit to avoid his glance before i realize his walk means he wants to come to my seat.

Okay this time i have to be a normal. Don't be like my earlier self who avoided him openly without thinking ahead.

"Hey Name, why you avoiding me since morning? We have been walk together to school since forever."

He seat next to me. Fortunate to me that that's not his assigned seat.

"I-i been awoke earlier than usual and being bored to wait you come, Suho, so i going to school myself." I nervously spoken that way to him, please don't realize my nervous voice...

"And i don't see you until the class started?" He asked that question, but well I already prepared my answer, "Oh, it's because i go to the toilet. You know, girls things."

"I don't know you have the girls things too. I think you're like a man"

"Hey don't mistake me as your man friends. I'm still a girl, look wear the skirt." i waving my short skirt at him, he stopped my waving with placing his hand on my hand.

"Don't waving it around, your skirt is short. Someone may seeing it." He looking around to seeing the peeking from others, seeing everyone not doing that, he sighed relieved.

"I'm joking, of course i know you're a girl Name. If you always use the skirt, how i not remember?"

"If you're remember my fact, do you remember when my birthday is?"

My birthday is coming up soon. If he doesn't remember now I'll remind him. But he won't being off from my anger because he forgot my birthday.

I expected he to not remember it like the usual thing of the man. But he defies the usual thing. " I remember, I already prepared your gift."

I'm shocked, the girls always gossip around that their boyfriend always forget their birthday but he remember me and even already buy gift. "Already!! You are so prepared, Suho. Do you want to give me a little hint about my gift is?"

"This gift is special, hope you like it." He smiled mysteriously, i don't know if I'm should scared or excited to my special gift this time. Not that more complicated from my sudden realizing.

"Special? Is this more special than previous gift before?" He didn't answer and leave to his seat, maybe the hint is his way to make me even more curious and eager to receive my gift.

I'm being forced to going home together with Suho. When I try to sneak away from him, he keeps a close eye on my movements and slips into my blind spot to prevent me from leaving.

Maybe he should consider a career in law enforcement his father. Oh, that's a sensitive subject. I need to be careful not to bring it up with him.

"Why do you have to be by my side all the time? We're grown up enough to be independent," I asked him, standing on one side while he remained on the other.

"You're a girl, Name. Of course, you need someone to look out for you," he replied, his genuine concern leaving me feeling both happy and a bit sad.

A girl, huh... Should I feel flattered that he sees me as a girl, or does he want something more?

As I made my way home, I caught sight of the sunset. I walked over to the road fence, gazing at the familiar view.

The sunset, unobstructed by buildings, painted the sky beautifully as I descended the road.

No matter how many times I see it, the sunset always feels magical and picturesque. The warm light made both of us shine in the fading glow before darkness took over.

"You always seem to be captivated by the sunset. Do you really like it?" His voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to find him watching me intently, which made me a bit nervous.

I rub my elbow to distract me from the nervousness before reply, "Why do you want to know my opinion? Aren't you the one who interested in going to art school? An art student should already know the answer is."

My answer make he look troubled, and want to deny it. "I want to entered the art department for drawing, not the art for poetic writing."

But i still look clueless what he want to say from me, so in the end he have to explain

"Everyone has their own perspective. I'm curious about yours."

"I see the sunset as the last chance to enjoy the sun's beauty. Once it sets, the world feels dark and fragile without it. Yet, people often dread the sunrise because it signals the start of a new day, so the sunset is a bittersweet moment with limited time to appreciate it."

I think he didn't expect my answer, because his eyes is widening and he make a small giggle which make me wonder, what's was the funny that he laughed.

"You have a really unique way of expressing that."

"Yeah, I guess so. But why are you watching it with me now? You don't share my habit, do you?"

"You always gaze at the sunset, so I thought I'd join you." He look deeply at me, make me stuck in my place, my gaze stuck at him. My heartbeat is so loud until i can hear it with my ear, my whole body feels hot, i feel like maybe he also like me and we can dating around and do ki-

WAKE UP NAME, you can't let your imagination like a wild horse! I closing my eyes strongly and shake my wild horse, tried to wake myself from my delusion.

He doesn't like me. We're the best friend who can depend on each other, we won't be a couple! But even if i convinced myself like that, i can't help to steal a glance to him, looking at his handsome face and start to blaming him for my delusion.

Are he clueless or he likes me? Why he have to fooling around with me like that.

If you're not liking me, Suho then don't make me misunderstood with your ambiguous action and word. I don't think i can

I don't want to be reckless and losing our relationship, if we can't be lover, at least i can still become your best friend, even if he in the future having a girlfriend... Thinking that in the future he will having a girlfriend who will laugh with him, together with ease, and can even do something romantic make me ever more sad and cranky.

Suck, Why am I have to like him...? I lie to myself that i will okay if he having someone he loved instead me. We can't possibly remains as a best friend if i become this sad because of the future possibility... Is this possible to make everything okay between him and me?

And then my birthday is coming...

I’m really intrigued by the special gift he has for me. He’s never mentioned a gift being special before; this is a first. Previously, his gifts have been the typical romantic gestures like flowers, my favorite meals, or jewelry. Classic moves, but they always made me happy.

So, I’m quite eager to find out what Suho’s special gift is.

However, when I saw him at school, he mentioned that I couldn’t receive the gift just yet; it had to wait until after school.

It’s odd—why the delay? He said the gift was already ready, right? I felt a bit frustrated with Suho for being so inconsistent.

But since it’s my birthday, I decided to be patient and wait for the surprise.

As my curiosity grew and my expectations soared for the mysterious gift Suho promised, I found it hard to concentrate on my classes today.

Once the lessons were over, I looked around for Suho, but he was nowhere to be found.

I turned my back for just a moment to put my book in my bag, and suddenly, he was gone.

I asked around, searching for him, but no luck.

Is he trying to avoid me? But why? I haven’t done anything to upset him, have I?

Ping—

The sound of a chat notification on my phone reminded me that I could reach out to him.

When I checked my phone, I saw that he had messaged me.

"Come to the school roof!" It was a simple command, as if I should just drop everything. I mean, it’s my special day; shouldn’t I be the one calling the shots?

I made my way to the school roof, stomping my feet in frustration. I’m annoyed with him, but he’s still my dear friend.

As I burst through the school door, I was taken aback by the sight before me.

Two balloons were attached to the fence, a round carpet was laid out, and there was Suho standing on the carpet. When did he even bring a carpet to school?

He looked at me, but his expression was different. Normally, he greets me with a smile, but this time he avoided my gaze and scratched his neck nervously.

"Suho, do you want to hold my birthday party on the roof? Even bringing a round carpet?" I walked towards him and stepped on the carpet too. The closer I got, somehow the more nervous he looked.

But Suho didn't respond to my question at all, he just ignored it and discussed other things.

"Name!"

"What?"

"I like you…"

I hiccup, certainly not expected he to discussed this topic, "...Since when?" i ask that with the hint of doubtful, he never shows me his affection openly.

He matches his gazes to me and then i finally realize that his eyes shows his love for me, only focuses on me and only me. "Don't know... We already being friends for so long, So it feels vague to know since when I liked you."

Noticing that his gaze felt intense and unsettling, I shifted my focus to the breathtaking view of the sunset.

The sun was about to dip below the horizon, ushering in the night without its warm glow.

We were both enveloped in the final beams of sunlight, and for some reason, this sunset seemed even more stunning than usual.

Could it be that I’ve realized I’m not the only one with feelings? He likes me too…

"What’s your answer…?" he asked softly, a hint of worry in his voice as if he feared I might be upset for interrupting my thoughts.

"Let’s tidy this up; we should head home before it gets dark," I replied, peeling the glue off the balloon string.

I noticed he had been thoughtful enough to choose a balloon that wouldn’t look silly if I was the one holding it.

Suho quickly rolled up the carpet and hurried after me as I walked away.

Of course, he could easily catch up; he was much taller than I was.

"What’s your name?" he asked, a trace of nervousness evident in his tone.

I decided it was time to stop delaying my response. "I like you too, Suho. We’ve been friends since we were kids, and I’m not sure why I feel this way."

Instead of a serious reply, he confidently quipped, "Isn’t it because I’m the most handsome guy in your eyes?!"

I bit my lip in annoyance at his arrogance. He really does think he’s the best, to the point of saying it out loud.

Even if it’s somewhat true, I wasn’t about to agree with him.

"Pfft, the most handsome? My idol is still way more handsome in my eyes," I teased back.

But as we bickered over who was more attractive, we ended up playfully wrestling while holding hands.

The End

I hope you liked my naively scenario...

[mlbigbang]

2023 Marichat & Ladrien Fic Rec List

It’s the end of the year which means it’s finally time for the ML Big Bang’s yearly fic rec lists! We’re really excited to bring you our contributors’ favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you’re waiting for the Big Bang fics’ publication in January.

Boulangérella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

It's a creative Cendrillon retelling with the kwamis as fay, Adrien as the kingdom's prince and most wanted thief, and Marinette as the seamstess and superhero partner stealing Adrien's heart twice over.

Scary, like a little black purring kitten by @h-sunnywet-d

The calendar just turned into October, and Chat Noir has to make sure that his Good Friend Marinette appreciates the new season wholeheartadly. It sure won't backfire on the long run.

Just An Ordinary Girl by @kasienda

Chat Noir and the other heroes are in a bit of trouble, and Ladybug wanted just one weekend off! But luckily they know someone who can help. Someone who is just an ordinary girl…

you will never sleep alone (i'll love you) by @ladyofthenoodle

Marinette had saved up for months to be able to afford this vacation. Not only that, but she’d spent months trying to convince herself that it was okay to even take a vacation, that Monarch was really and truly gone. Which was why Tikki was at home with Alya, so that Marinette could actually relax and enjoy the plush amenities the hotel had to offer, such as a bed that looked like it cost five times her monthly salary. Or, she would be able to enjoy it, if she wasn’t standing in the middle of the villa she’d booked over a month ago, fighting for the bed with freaking Chat Noir, of all people.

May I introduce myself, Your Highness? by @chocoluckchipz

Whether picking up a stray animal off the streets or saving a dying child at the market, Adrien had always strived to be the best version of himself. Truly, he would've been the perfect candidate to be snatched up by a kwami, were he an orphan, dying somewhere remote after a short life full of nothing but suffering and misery. Yet as it stood, the sole heir to the French throne had little to complain about. Apart from, perhaps, a complete absence of a love life. That is until a mysterious girl, wandering around his gardens at night, catches his attention.

This fic has it all - Ladrien, royalty, fairy tale elements, magic and disguises! It's an enthralling read and one of my absolute favorite fics from 2023.

The Perfect Date by @peachcitt

“I dare you to ask this special someone on the date you just described.” “I totally will,” Adrien says with confidence, looking into the camera and nodding resolutely. “Scout’s honor.” He holds up the kitten as if swearing an oath. There is a space of silence. “Right now,” Hanna says. Adrien stares at her. “I’m daring you to ask that person out right now,” she says. or adrien has a little slip up during a live interview, and ladybug hears. for the golden hour zine!!

reserved by @luckyyoyo

“Don’t you think,” he coughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks, “this kind of thing should be.. reserved for my girlfriend?” He gestured to their poses. A squeak came from her mouth and her knees buckled, but surprisingly still had no struggle keeping Adrien up. “You know, you could always be my girlfriend.” Ladybug, saviour of Paris and local damsel-in-distress Adrien Agreste, suggests he gets a fake girlfriend to ward off his zombie fans. While lovingly holding him in her arms, of course. Adrien, far too comfortable in her arms, suggests it could be her. Introducing your superheroine pretend-girlfriend to your strict, uninterested father is a bit harder than Adrien realises.

Displaced by @kasienda

Adrien loosened his tie and dropped his suit jacket unceremoniously across the back of the sofa that was already cluttered with unopened boxes, mail, and unfolded laundry. He really should have listened to Nino and hired a maid or cleaning person of some sort. But well, he still had a secret to keep, and keeping that secret was more important to him than ever. He moved to his bedroom on autopilot without turning on the light, intending to collapse into bed immediately. But when he tried to slip into his space, he found it was already occupied. He flipped his phone flashlight on towards the ceiling to light the room in a soft glow. In his wife’s place, Ladybug lay sprawled diagonally across the bed.

here comes the rush before we touch (come a little closer) by @ladyofthenoodle

When an akuma attacks during Adrien Agreste's beach themed photoshoot on a dreary day in Paris, Ladybug is on the scene immediately. Unfortunately, with a glimpse of Adrien's alluring abdomen and without her partner, it's not long before she's hit, and Adrien with her—but maybe Ladybug can afford a little vacation with the boy she loves. He's certainly not complaining.

On Borrowed Time by @miabrown007

The life of Paris’ Golden Boy is all shine and glamour; blindingly bright smiles, neverending parties, bargaining for just a shard of time for being happy. But that’s alright; Adrien has long given up the false hope that someone will get it. That is precisely why it’s a spectacle when she does, when she barges in like a hurricane in crimson and turns his life upside down. Heaven knows, it’s time for the wind of change.

[brxttydevil]

Bakugou headcanons

From: MHA Male Masterlist

- He would always cuddle you when y’all in bed together.

- He would pay for your hair everytime you need it to get done and don’t accept you trying to return the money to him.

- If your day was long he would cook for you and if you are up to it take a bath with you while you tell him about your day.

- He would be the type to have the love language quality time and doing acts of service and giving you gifts and spoiling you.

- Tease you big time. Espically when he knows you are just flustered and don’t know how to react to what he said.

- He loves you no matter what. He sees you as his queen or king or monarch.

- He would be a little soft on you sometimes.

- Better take pictures of his smiles. He would deny it no matter how many times you tell him that he smiled.

- His dates with you would be all over the place. He would always keep you on your toes on where he would take you.

- If you are into doing face masks he would do one with you while you both watch your favorite movie.

- He would do matching outfits with you.

- He loves hanging out with you and would plan new and exciting things that both you and him would enjoy.

- He is very romantic. And would notice things that would make you happy and give it to you on your birthday or anniversary or any time.

- He would help you with your homework when he is around you.

- Sleepovers would happen a lot with him.

[manfuckthisimout]

You can be Alice, I’ll be the Mad Hatter

Mad Hatter! Yoongi x f!reader

Warnings: none, all characters are of consensual age Genre: Fluff, Oneshot Word Count: 2,688 words (yikes!)

A/N: this is an expirement, I wanted reader to not quite be alice, but someone who came before and stayed in wonderland. Reader is also around 19-22. March hare is supposed to be Kookie, mouse is supposed to be Jimin. Inspired by lots of renditions of the Mad Hatter, AIWL 2010 by Tim Burton, the AIWL ballet where the Mad Hatter tap dances (I thought he was hot when I was a kid), a frankenstein's monster of Mad Hatters! It may be a little out of character for Mouse and Hare but I wanted to write in some members and I chose who I thought fit best. ANYWAY, My requests are open, hope you enjoy!

It had been a while since you first fell into wonderland. You were about 17 at the time, but you can't remember for sure, as time is unpredictable here. You had been found by the red and white queen after you fell, and the two monarchs briefly fought for your place in their court.

The white queen had won the argument, and you were swiftly placed in her court as a lady, enjoying grand balls and living a life of luxury. Through all this still, you couldn't help but feel something in your life was missing. Something thrilling, exciting.

It was when you felt this feeling that you started taking walks around the grounds of the castle, slowly evolving from just the castle grounds to the area surrounding those grounds, and then the woods around that area. One day you got lost, wandering to find your way back to where you started.

“Damn,” You mutter. It appears you’ve gotten even more lost than you were initially. You're in thick woods, no houses, paths or markers to indicate where you could possibly be. “I shouldn’t have walked this far, damn it all.” Stumbling through the woods a little more, you see the beginning of some hedges. “What’s this?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen this before. Is this the beginning of the red queen’s maze?” You press on further, the sound of faint singing getting louder as you do.

“It’s one minute until tea time Hare, take your seat so we can start!”

What in the hells? Tea time? In the middle of the woods? How peculiar.

After walking a few more hedges, there's a small opening to peek through. There’s a little gate between two hedges, a kind of window opening acting as a door as well. You take your skirts, bunching them up and crouching to get a peek over the gate.

Before you is a long table dressed with mismatched teapots and cups. The tablecloth is stained, once a brilliant white with flowers adorning it, now a more cream brown, donning lots of tea stains. Sitting at this table are three men—well, a man and two human-like creatures? One has a brown mop of hair atop his head, a pair of coke bottle glasses on his face, and two little mouse ears with a tail. He’s dressed quite meekly, a tweed brown suit vest and deeper brown slacks. The second of the three is more eccentric than the former. Two bunny ears sticking straight up from his blonde hair. He is wearing a green corduroy suit jacket, his vest a canary yellow, and he has a little pocket watch in his hands, tossing it between left and right.

The third and final gentleman is the most eccentric of them all. His hair is a bright, firey orange--a mauve hat sitting crookedly atop his head to match his equally mauve suit. His vest is an olive green, yellow striped sleeved peeking from his just-to-small suit jacket, barely held in place by his rubbed shiny copper cufflinks. He has some whimsical, informal handsomeness you think.

Oh, he's looking at you! While you were far in your thoughts observing the three men, they noticed your poorly concealed presence. "Why, Hello Madam! Fancy a spot of tea on this merry un-birthday?" The man in the hat speaks to you, looking almost through your soul with his hazel-green eyes. The other two soon follow in their staring.

"Oh! I-I..." You start to stumble over your words, "There's no need to hide behind the gate, any and all are welcome to tea with the Mad Hatter!" He stands from his spot at the table and approaches the gate, leaning over it—and your crouching form, to offer you a gloved hand and quizzical head-tilt. You take his hand, muttering a shy "Thank you.."

Ever since then, weekly walks turned to weekly teas, the hatter learning your identity and how you came to wonderland quickly into the affair. You go back to the hedge garden every week, enjoying exciting antics and ridiculous conversation. In fact, that's exactly where you're heading now.

In your hands is a picnic basket; full to bursting with jams, cookies, and cheeses—all from the finery of the white queen's castle—and your lace parasol. You take the same route you do every time—through the forest and directly to the hedges. You're always early to tea time nowadays, more eager to see only one of your three companions.

The Hatter—with his witty conversation, cooky nature, and seeming gentleness with you—hasn't failed to take a piece of you. A crush started to develop, its long spindly fingers grabbing a hold of your heart and grasping for dear life. But that's not important now, there's a very jolly tea to attend.

"You're here quite early, don't you think?" A voice from behind you says. You startle. "Oh Hatter, you scared me!" You say, swatting at him playfully as he dodges only to grap both of your wrists and hold them out in front of you both. "My apologies, dear Y/N. It was not my intention to startle you." He holds your wrists there, gazing into your eyes as you both seem to breathe in unison. "I have never noticed," He leans in, "Just how beautiful you are." You breathe a sigh, belly suddenly filled with butterflies. Your eyes flit around his face, noticing the subtle twitch of his button nose, the way his eyes shine when they look at you. He's studying you heavily, eyes dropping from you brows, to your nose, to your mouth, chin, neck, clavicle...

"What do we have here?" The Hatter's eyes shoot up, just a few inches from your now heaving busom. You snatch yourself away from him, bringing your basket protectively to your abdomen. "Hello hare," The Hatter starts, "You're just in time for tea." Hatter goes to sit in his place a the table. "Hatter-" You start. "Well, how marvelous a day it is! Mouse brought cards to play after tea!" Hare seems excited, proudly whipping back to snatch cards out of Mouse's timid hands. Mouse lets out a squeak, but quickly protests at the taking of his cards. "Hey, give those back! I found those fair and square, they're mine!"

Hare sticks out his tounge, skipping to his chair while mouse fidgets after his cards. You shake your head amused at the display, and with a chuckle, take your seat at the table. Right next to Hatter. Your eyes flick over to him, but you find he's already staring at you. His gaze is intense, and you have to look away to save your sanity.

This will be a hard afternoon tea.

"So Lady Y/N, how is court at the castle?" Mouse asks. You turn to him, smirking at the question. "Oh, boring as usual. Many less cat fights to report than last week." "A shame inedeed, I was quite looking forward to hearing if Lady Juliet tore off Madam Cathrine's face." Hare remarks, reaching for jam and a cookie to spread it on. You bring your cup to you lips, snickering into it. "Yes, that would be quite the story to hear." It's Hatter's turn to remark, still staring holes into the side of your face.

"Oh Lady Y/N, these cookies and jam are exquisite! You truly spoil us with such things." "Oh, it's nothing Hare. The queen is quite fond of me, so I get extra food easily. It's the least I could do for all of you, after letting me join your parties." "Nonsense! You're by far the best addition to our humble troupe, Lady Y/N!" Mouse seems especially determined as he says this, standing up suddenly and rushing to your side to take your hands. "Thank you Mouse, that's very sweet of you." You beam. "I've had quite enough of this sweetness, of with you mouse. Go hide away into your teapot or something." The Hatter has an icy glare and even icier words for Mouse. It seems he's somewhat bothered by the other man's display.

"Oh- I shall not hide away! I'm only telling her the truth!" Mouse argues back. Hatter stands suddenly, a teapot in his hands. "Begone you absolute creature you! I won't say it again!" He races after poor mouse in a fury, chasing him into the safety of his giant teapot at the other end of the table. He sneers at the teapot, stomping back over to his seat and plopping down into it.

"Well..." You start, eyes nervously flitting between the teapot and the Hatter. "Why don't we play some cards, yes?" Hare suggests. "It might lighten your mood Hatter!" You turn to him, eyes pleading for a yes. He looks back. "...fine. But only if I get to pick the game." "Alright!" Hare hands you the cards, and you pass them to Hatter, fingers brushing—sending a tingle up your arm.

"I choose go fish. First player with four books wins." Hatter starts to shuffle the cards, dealing the three of you six cards each. "Let's make this more interesting, hm? The player who wins gets a kiss from Lady Y/N." Hare offers. Your head whips up, face a dark flush. "Wait a minute, what do you mean a kiss?!-" "I'm up to that, how about you Y/N?" You turn to Hatter incredulously. "I say no kiss! Why me?" "Oh come now Y/N, it would only be a peck on the cheek, nothing more!"

You hesitate for a second, mulling over the suggestion. "...alright then. But only a peck on the cheek, nothing else!" "Alright then, let's play!"

You three go through 4 rounds, asking eachother if they have a card you're looking and pulling from the pool. By the end of the second round, Hare is losing. By the middle of the third, he's out of the game. "Well, I guess this is the end for me. Ill go check on mouse—poor thing must still be terrified after to antagonized him so severly. Win that kiss for me, hm?" Hare darts off to the other end of the table, opening the lid to the teapot and peering in.

"What makes him so sure you're going to win?" You remark, side-eyeing Hatter. "Says the one with only two books while I'm working on my fourth." "Hey! It's not my fault Hare had none of the cards I needed—you don't have any threes do you?" "Oh yes, blame it on the game and not your skill—no, I don't have any threes, go fish." You reach into the pile of cards between the two of you, pulling out a five instead of a three. You sigh. "I assume that's a five?" He grins. "How did you know, are you, cheating perhaps?" "Of course not, and I will take no such accusations against myself." He reaches his hand out, palm flat and eyes on yours. "Now hand me that five, and let me claim my prize."

His wording sends another tingle down your spine, as if his firey stare wasn't enough on its own. "And why should I? You didnt even ask properly." You raise your brow at him, feigning indifference. "Oh, my apologies, my Lady. Do you have any fives in that hand?" "As a matter of fact I don't. Go fish." You grin at him as he grimaces. "I may remind you that it's not a'tall lady-like to lie." You stick your tounge out at him "That isn't lady-like either. Are they teaching you any manners at that castle?" Hatter reaches for the pool, and the bastard has the nerve to pull out a five. "Well, would you look at that?" He places the five into his last book, cards askew and all over the place—if it were anyone else playing they wouldn't be able to tell who's books were who's.

Hatter turns to you, grin as big as the cheshire cat's. "It appears that I've won." You grimace. "Yes, it does seem that way, unfortunately." "Unfortunate for whom? I see this as a pure and fair win." "Yes, much like the raven and the writing desk." While you suddenly find the table and the cards quite interesting, Hatter is staring into your face. "Don't I get my prize?" "When you stop being such an arse, maybe." You glare at him. He turns to the direction of Hare and Mouse, ready to boast about his 'miraculous' win.

It's also at this time you decide to get the kiss over with, leaning into his cheek, ready to peck. "Do you hear that Hare?! I won, fair and-"

Hatter suddenly turns his head back to you as your planting your kiss onto his cheek.

Your lips touch.

His are surprisingly soft, for a madman who you've never seen take any care into his appearance.

You yank your head back just as quickly as you planted the kiss. It was only a little peck, but it was on his lips—not his cheek like you agreed.

Your eyes widen, positively mortified by what you've just done.

Hatter just sits there, star-struck.

"Oh." Hare says, he and Mouse now staring at you two. "Should we leave?" Mouse whispers. "I think we should. Um, tea was wonderful as always! So was go fish. See you two lovebirds next week!" Hare takes Mouse and scurries to the gate, disappearing behind the hedges.

You can't process much, everything besides your heartbeat fading into the background of static that's now consuming all of your senses. You've just kissed The Mad Hatter--your giant, fat crush for a month or so. You haven't even told the queen, haven't had to, she already has a way of knowing these things--let alone the man himself. And now you've gone and kissed him on the lips. Great!

You slowly come to your senses, shyly turning your head while your fingers cover your mouth. The Hatter is still staring at you, wide-eyed. He hasn't said a word since your lips touched.

"I'm so sorry Hatter, I was only trying to-" Your turn to him, starting to come up with some excuse--any excuse--anything to get you out of this mortifying situation--of course he doesn't like you, why would he, stupid girl-

"No. Don't do that. Don't pull away."

His hands suddenly hold you face, either hand holding either cheek.

"I...I want this Y/N. I know you've had a crush on me--I was going to do something about it today if it weren't for those two gits-" His eyes close, and he shakes the frustration out of his head. This man...what is he saying? He knew you were crushing on him? Do something about it? Do what? "What do you mean, Hatter?"

After a long pause, he answers. "I've had a crush on you too. I was too scared to do anything about it until now--i thought you were untouchable--that I wasn't nearly good enough for you." How silly. Two fools in love, worried that the other didn't feel the same.

The Hatter--someone you though could only see you as a friend--was standing here in a new light, gentle, caring, soft. He was baring his soul to you--and he reciprocated your crush. You, the White Queen's lady-in-waiting--the forbidden fruit he could never taste.

"Do you mean that, Hatter?" "Of course I do my lady." "Then kiss me again. I feel the same. I have for a long while." He does just that—tenderly cupping your face with one hand, your bicep in his other. This time the kiss was sweet, full of promises and whispers of love to come—how wonderful and fuflilling it would be for the both of you.

It felt right, even after you both pulled away from eachother, resting your foreheads on the other's.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers to you, smiling. "I love you too, Hatter." You whisper back, smiling too.

"You owe me a tart from the Red Queen Hare!" You both hear off in the distance. You both chuckle. "Those two...whatever shall we do about them?" "We can worry about that later. I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible." "Sounds good to me."

A/N: That’s all folks! How cute are these two huh? This ended up wayyyyyy longer than i thought it would be lol. Hope you enjoy always! Like and reblog if you did, I would really help out my blog! Also let me know if y’all want a tag list or anything! He’s the Boss pt. 2 is on the way!

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

The Royal Fandom Autumn/Fall 2024 Photo Challenge! We've done summer so it's time to do autumn (or fall, for Americans). Royals take fewer autumn-related photos so this is far less linked to autumn and more linked to whatever was in my head. Either way, enjoy! The Rules for the challenge are below.

1. Favourite photo(s) of a monarch 2. Favourite photo(s) of a royal under autumnal trees 3. Favourite photo(s) of your favourite royal wedding 4. Favourite photo(s) of a royal from the heir's generation (born 1968 to 1985ish) 5. Favourite photo(s) of royals with umbrellas 6. Favourite photo(s) of an heir (they have to be currently first in line to the throne) 7. Favourite photo(s) of royals and their pets 8. Favourite photo(s) of a new adult royal (aged 18-25ish) 9. Favourite photo(s) of royals learning about their past 10. Favourite royal formalwear 11. Favourite candids photo(s) of royals 12. Favourite photo(s) of your favourite royal tour 13. Favourite photo(s) of royals with their ancestors (make of this what you will) 14. Favourite weird outfits 15. Favourite photo(s) of royal children 16. Favourite royal jewellery (not tiaras) 17. Favourite photo(s) of your favourite royal 18. Favourite photo(s) of your least favourite royal 19. Favourite photoshoot(s) of a royal 20. Favourite candid looks 21. Favourite photo(s) of monarchy 22. Favourite royal residence(s) 23. Favourite photo(s) of royal christenings 24. Favourite royal family 25. Favourite tiara(s) 26. Favourite photo(s) of royal siblings 27. Favourite photo(s) of royal PDA 28. Favourite photo(s) of monarch's birthday celebrations 29. Favourite photo(s) of royals and pumpkins 30. Favourite photo(s) of a royal funeral 31. Favourite photo(s) of royals in Hallowe'en costumes

Rules:

x Tag your posts with “Royal Autumn 2024 Challenge”. x It says photo challenge but if you want to use gifs or poetry or however you want to represent them, you can! x Edits can include different royals from different families! x If you have any questions, feel free to contact me here.

[duchessofostergotlands]

Leonor is putting an impressive number of engagements before getting in the navy. In a way I wish more European royals would feel the pressure the Spanish do, because it��s embarrassing to see a teenager work more than actual monarchs and constistently giving more relevant speeches than middle aged people. It’s actually good for these privileged people to know their position is not set in stone.

I was going to go into depth about why you shouldn't compare families etc but let's just fact check this first. The only family that has an official, public record of engagements is the Brits (one of the many many reasons you don't compare wildly different situations) so the best you can do with other royal families is use their website. As far as I can tell from Casa Real Leonor has done 9 engagements this year. You state that she's doing "more than actual monarchs" and I'd love to know which monarchs have done less than 9 engagements since January because I can't think of any. Harald did more than that in June alone and he's 87 and just had a pacemaker implanted lol.

I also find the statement that she is "constistently giving more relevant speeches than middle aged people" to be odd. Relevant means appropriate. We're not the intended audience for the vast majority of speeches so unless unless it's egregious - like talking exclusively about Botswana during a visit to Hungary - how can we judge what's more or less relevant? We can say if we liked the speeches or not, sure. You could say if it's relevant to you and your life (for example I don't enjoy military related speeches because I'm not a fan of the military so it isn't relevant to me personally). But I'm not a German politician or a business person from Japan, how would I know what's relevant to them if they're the kind of intended audience, which they generally are for older royals compared to the young royals whose speeches tend to be aimed at the general public through events like National Days or birthdays? What exact passages in Leonor's speeches make them more relevant than those given by older people?

None of this is in any way a criticism of Leonor. I'm not Spanish but as an outsider she seems like a kind, intelligent, confident, mature young woman and a credit to her parents. Again, as an outsider, I'd say she's doing an excellent job. But it's totally unfair to use her to put down people in vastly different circumstances using inaccurate information and criticisms neither you nor I are actually qualified to make. The next generation are coming into their own and we have the chance to make sure they become leaders who are recognised for their own strengths and criticised for their own failings.

Of course royals need to know that their position is determined by us, the people. But if I've learned anything from our WW2 and abdication episodes of the podcast it's that the most successful royals are those who are motivated by a recognition that their job is an honour and they have a responsibility to the public, not those who are scared of losing their ponies.

[kendraniime]

Abyss Monarch’s “Siren of The Deep” & Electric Eel’s “Aureate Floater”

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Often, it’s a noble deed to rescue a fellow Cookie in need, especially when lost at sea. But beware if a beautiful melody echoes in your ears while “saving” a particular fellow— a gorgeous yet insatiable siren and their beloved are already on the hunt for their next meal. As friendly as they may seem, best of luck, for if they can’t be out-swam in time, prepare to be fish food…!

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HELLO!!! MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW & I’M SO HYPE!!! :DDD

I had an idea for an AU with my fav Cookie Run characters & admittedly this was a wip since late July (lol oops 💀) & I FINALLY got around to completing it! I thought a Siren x Pirate sorta thing would be neat ^_^ Next slide briefly explains the AU (screenshot’s from an Abysseel server I’m in lol) Admittedly though this is a rather “cute” drawing for the AU, as I want to make a li’l more scary art revolving it and it will be a bit more g0ry, but I’ll put a warning when the time comes & whatnot. Until then I hope you guys enjoy this, I put my very heart & soul into this piece. Live laugh love Abysseel 🎀

[blues824]

🌹Can I request a secario where a female riddle Rosehearts being isekai'd in the the word of the remarried empress.

❤️Imagine sovieshu wants her to be his mistresses and she get red with rage and almost usses( off with your head) not even te king of the qween of hearts dared to take a mistress and imagine her telling him that having a misters is braking one of the rules that dezeve the biheading of both parties king or not.

🌹Imagine her being navier right hand because she respected knows the rules and treats her like the empress that she is with full respect and admiration( and she doesn't have to worry about her sleeping with her husband or her trying to drag her name in the mud unlike rattrash😤 )

❤️Her telling navier about how her mother was like and how she was dorm leader of heartslabyul and imagine navier loving the idea of a rose garden like In her word to make her comfortable( and the female riddle throwing a unbirtday party for her because her birthday got ruined).

🌹Her understanding heinley when he is a bird because of the animal Language classes back in twisted wonderland.

❤️Imagine everyone learning about her idol the qween of hearts and her tendesy to decapitated the people who dare to not follow the rules.

🌹She could not stand rattrash because she is not following the qween of hearts rules and the empire that she rezides in the amount of times she collard her or almost did makes her mis ace and that said alot

(Duke kaufman looks like Kalim but acts like jamil)

A new fandom, a new set of tags. Also, with the amount of times you have requested a [character]!Reader in the Remarried Empress, I think I may need to start another Google Drive Folder.

We respect character slander here on my blog, alright? Sovieshit and Rattrash are on my hitlist.

Sovieshu is shocked that you would refuse to become one of his mistresses. Mans has never been told ‘no’ before (just wait, dude) and he doesn’t know how to take it. Since he was in a higher place of power than you, you (as calmly as you could) told him that it was against your culture’s rules to become someone’s mistress, even saying that you could be beheaded.

He tries to reassure your safety as long as you would accept, but you keep refusing. He really doesn’t know how to take a hint. Eventually, you get angry and lash out. You questioned the sheer amount of audacity he must have for asking for another mistress when he already had one as well as a wife.

Rashta and you are both enemies of each other. Of course, part of the reason is cultural differences. It was shameful to become the mistress of a reigning monarch where you’re from. The amount of times you have had to refrain from beheading her is too many to count. It really did make you miss Ace, and that was saying a lot.

Another reason is because of how she carried herself without any dignity. She always tried to take the offensive position but always ended up wailing back to Emperor Sovieshu. In front of the guy, you called her the lowest of cowards and that she should be ashamed of herself. The young mistress was shocked that her ‘husband(?)’ didn’t do anything. After all, how could he? He was still infatuated with you.

Navier asked you to become her handmaiden. You, relieved to find someone competent, accepted. She is delighted that you took so easily to the duties of one of her handmaidens. She did enjoy your conversations of what your world was like. You two get along because you tend to think logically rather than with emotions.

She takes up the ‘motherly’ role during your time here. In order to make you a tad more comfortable, she added a section of red roses to her garden just for you. In return, you offered to throw her one of the best unbirthday parties because hers was ruined in the worst way. She had to admit that it was a great celebration.

Heinrey panicked when he found out that you could understand him perfectly when he was in his bird form. You promised to cover for him, mainly because his visits as Queen made Empress Navier happy. You would offer ‘translations’ for Navier (coming up with something when she asked what Queen was saying) and explain that you were taught to understand animals.

He was grateful for you doing him this huge favor. You warned him that if he were to hurt the Empress in any way, you would have his head on a wooden platter because at that point he wouldn’t have deserved a silver one. You were very intimidating to him.

Bonus: Kosair, after meeting you, had to admit that he did fall for you. Not only were you wholeheartedly against Sovieshu, but you served Navier with your whole heart. He could tell that his beloved sister’s mood has lightened with you around.

If you will have him, he will show you places you could never imagine. He will act as your protector, make sure that you feel loved, and cherish you for as long as you will allow him to. He has the intention of marrying you one day, alright? He is not playing around.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡

Thranduil As A Husband

- obviously, as a King, he has his duties to attend to, and number one on that list of duties is to be a Good Husband™️

- in sickness and in health, he promises that he will worry about you. a single cough passes your lips? you are rushed to the Royal Infirmary. you get a paper cut? straight to the Infirmary. a headache? infIrmary.

- he claims it’s because you’re not an elf, he isnt completely knowledgeable on the workings of your immune system, so he worries that the smallest sign of an illness will have you pushing daisies

- he worries less after you’ve spent a few centuries with him and havent died

- your birthday is the biggest celebration in the kingdom, and every year without fail, Thranduil manages to throw a more extravagant party than the year before

“But a year is less than a blink in the life of an elf, how can you justify celebrating a birthday that is not yours?”

“Well, this is a fraction of a blink that I shan’t forget, for you are the mela en’ coiamin(love of my life).”

- you have regular dates even after getting married, and they can include star gazing, training for battle together, going on romantic strolls through the kingdom, riding through the forest on Thranduil’s pet Elk, and plaiting flowers in the King’s hair

- he cant count the number of times you have requested to plait his hair, nor can he measure his level of joy at you wanting to plait his hair so frequently

- sometimes he forgets that he still has flowers in his hair when he goes to attend a meeting after spending time with you, and you will never be the one to tell him of the forgotten flowers still decorating his mane

- of course you have your own specially tailored robes, but you do enjoy lounging in your husband’s attire when you arent in the company of others, and Thranduil cant deny how much he adores stumbling across the view of you sitting at a windowsill, reading a book while wearing his clothes

- Thranduil encourages every creative endeavour you attempt. if it’s art of any kind, he will display your final pieces in the halls of the castle and proudly state to any visitor that his wife made those. if it’s singing, he will encourage you to sing at any and every opportunity in which he knows you feel comfortable enough to do so, even if you cant carry a tune at all, you will forever hold the voice of an angel to him. if it’s writing, Thranduil will listen and smile endlessly as you read out any narrative ideas you have

- he will support you more than anyone could ever dare try

- it’s obvious that the King has a soft spot for you, but it is never more obvious than when the two of you are laughing hysterically in his throne room and someone happens to walk in, because no matter who it is, Thranduil will wait until he naturally stops laughing before he addresses the presence of someone else

- he’s also pretty big on PDA

- you may not expect that from an elven monarch, but when you really think about it, that’s the exact reason he’s big on PDA: he’s the fucking Elven King, who is going to tell him not to kiss his Queen?!

- as well as that, he loves leaving you flustered in front of others, because your blush never fails to make his heart sing

- Thranduil tries his hardest to be the best husband in the entirety of Middle-earth, and he achieves that title with effortless class and chivalry

[justforbooks]

Jeannette Charles

The Queen’s most famous lookalike, who enjoyed a long career in film and television thanks to their uncanny resemblance

In 1972, Jeannette Charles was in her mid-40s and settling down to life in an Essex village, having returned, with her husband, Ken, from Libya. They had been living there for some years, but left following the army coup led by Muammar Gaddafi.

On reading about the artist Jane Thornhill in a local newspaper, Charles decided to commission a painting of herself for her husband’s birthday. Thornhill asked whether she could submit it for the Royal Academy’s summer exhibition in London, but when she did, the venerable institution returned the picture, believing it to be a portrait of Queen Elizabeth II and having been told by Buckingham Palace that the monarch had not sat for it.

The resulting publicity began a new chapter in the life of Charles, who would spend the next 40 years as the Queen’s most famous lookalike, and who has died aged 96. She appeared on British television and in Hollywood films, alongside stars such as Leslie Nielsen, Priscilla Presley and Mike Myers, and also modelled for Spitting Image when the satirical TV show was making the Queen’s puppet.

Charles said of her uncanny resemblance to the monarch, whom she never met: “We both have the same bone structure, so the same style of makeup and hairdressing suits us best. But I’m 2 inches shorter than her, so my clothes wouldn’t always look well on her and vice versa.”

She also made personal appearances – opening shops, handing out gifts with the flamboyant piano virtuoso Liberace and presenting a silver disc to the rock group Queen – and Muhammad Ali put in a special request to have a photograph taken with her. Commercials kept her busy, too, but Charles insisted: “I am not an actress. I only do the one role.”

Her first job as the Queen was posing for a London Weekly Advertiser poster that featured her reading a paper, with a stuffed corgi at her feet. However, London Transport, which was due to display it on buses and Tube trains, objected and never used it. Charles said it was a lesson: “too real … a little vulgar”. She insisted she was a staunch royalist, and told the Guardian in 2022: “I would never do anything that reflected badly on the monarch or myself. Over the years, I’ve turned down large sums to pose for Page 3-type pictures and insisted I should never be introduced as the Queen when making appearances.”

Jeannette was born in London, 18 months after Princess Elizabeth, to Yetta (nee Wonsoff), who was Dutch, of Polish descent, and Alfred Clark, a chef, later restaurateur, and was brought up in Perivale, Middlesex. Her resemblance to the future monarch was spotted when she was still a child. She recalled: “On a trip to Greenwich when I was 11 or 12, a photographer asked if he could use me in some shots, saying, ‘She looks like Princess Elizabeth.’ Later, I’d draw crowds, especially abroad, and sometimes had to run away.”

After leaving Wembley high school, she took a job as a secretary and spent evenings acting with an amateur group in Acton. She dreamed of acting professionally, and passed an audition to train at Rada, but could not afford the fees. Instead, she emigrated to the US at the age of 24 and settled in Midland, Texas.

While working there as an au pair, she met Ken Charles, a British oil drilling engineer with BP. His work took him to Canada – where they married in Alberta in 1957 – and then to South America and Libya.

They returned to Britain in 1969 and, when regal fame came to Charles, she found herself travelling the world again. At home, her early screen appearances were in the sketch shows Rutland Weekend Television (1975), with Eric Idle and Neil Innes, Spike Milligan’s Q series (from 1976 to 1980), and Not the Nine O’Clock News (1980). She was also in sitcoms such as Mind Your Language (1978) and Never the Twain (1990), and jetted to the US for a 1977 appearance on Saturday Night Live.

When Hollywood came calling, she put on the royal tiara to appear in National Lampoon’s European Vacation (1985). In The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! (1988), she was seen flat on her back with Nielsen on top of her as they slide down a royal banqueting table – when his inept detective believes the Queen is about to be assassinated and jumps to her rescue. For Charles, another highlight of filming that wacky movie was being invited to Presley’s trailer for lunch. “We became good friends,” she said.

She was back in Hollywood for The Parent Trap (1998), with Lindsay Lohan, Dennis Quaid and Natasha Richardson, and Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002), when she mistook its star, Myers, for a crew electrician on first meeting him.

Alongside chat shows, corporate events, fete openings and other appearances, she appeared in Motörhead’s music video promoting their version of the Sex Pistols song God Save the Queen in 2000.

Charles’s autobiography, The Queen & I, was published in 1986.

Her husband died in 1997. She is survived by their three children, David, Peter and Carol, and her sister, Delinda.

🔔 Jeannette Dorothea Louise Charles, lookalike, born 15 October 1927; died 2 June 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[shadowqueen402]

A Special Birthday Surprise

A birthday fic that I made due to the fact that it's my birthday! I hope you all enjoy this!

"Eis, set those chairs right over here, please," Lance said, looking at the firefighter while holding a recipe book. He pointed to a vacant table. "They are on the heavy side, so make sure to handle them with ease."

"On it, Lance," Eis replied as he and Jose started to lift the chairs up, one by one, and bring them to the table that Lance pointed at.

"What do you think of these decorations, Balan?" NiGHTS asked. They were helping Fiona and Haoyu hang up balloons and other pretty birthday decorations the colors of royal blue, light yellow, white, and apple red. "Think Aria would love them?"

"Why, my dear cousin, I'm sure as sure can get," Balan replied with a grin. "Aria would no doubt be thrilled to see the final results, if you want my bet."

"I agree with Balan," Iben added with a nod. "After all, they are all in Aria's signature colors." She continued to place the decorations on each table.

Everyone in the Balan Theatre had been extremely busy for almost a week. The reason for this made so much sense; Aria's birthday was coming up. Of course, they had to keep what they were doing under wraps whenever their friend was around.

"Say, has Lance decided on what kind of cake that he'll make Aria?" NiGHTS asked.

"He wishes for it to be a surprise," Balan stated. "But trust me when I say that you will love it when you see the cake with your own eyes."

The doors barged open to reveal Kaylo holding a LARGE pile of presents. "I hope I wasn't too late," Kaylo said.

"Where were you, Kaylo?" Rebecca asked, looking up from the refreshment table that she was busy decorating.

"My family and I went gift shopping for Aria," Kaylo explained. "Then, I spent all morning helping them wraps the presents up. So sorry for the long wait. Where can I set them?"

"I finished setting up the gift table," Bruce responded. "You can set them over there." He pointed to the gift table that was currently vacant aside from the decorations.

"Thanks, Bruce." Kaylo made her way to the table and carefully placed the presents down.

"Wow, that's a lot of presents," Yuri said. "I still have mine at home. I was told that Aria's favorite insect is the Monarch Butterfly."

"One of them is from me," Kaylo said. "I got her a pretty spring outfit. The rest are from my family."

(Meanwhile, in the Night Dimension)

Reala sat on the throne of his domain, humming in deep thought. Since the beginning of the week, that was what he had been doing aside from his duties as a Nightmaren General. This was because he was well aware that Aria's birthday was coming up…

…But there was one problem…

…He was the only one who had no idea as to what to give Aria for her birthday.

Reala needed to think fast as to what to give her. Fortunately, in the time that he dated her, he got to know her a lot better just like she got to know him. So it was easy for him to remember her personal likes and dislikes.

Aria obviously loved cats. Royal Blue was her favorite color. She also liked wearing jewelry as evident on the day that he first met her. She had been wearing her wedding ring that was placed onto her left ring finger by the man that she was once married to.

To know that he was able to fill the gap in her heart that Aria's late husband left brought Reala genuine happiness. To the point where there had been times that he would wonder how things would if he married her.

While he and Aria had talked about marriage at one point, Reala was well aware that she was still a bit iffy about remarrying. This was due to her fear that the same thing that happened to her late husband would also happen to Reala. That he would leave her only for disaster to strike, making him unable to return to her.

That was when it hit Reala…

…He knew exactly as to what to give Aria for her birthday…

…He was going to pop the question to Aria. After all, the two had been dating each other for quite some time.

He had an idea as to what Aria's present from him would look like. It would no doubt represent the love that they had for each other.

With a determined smile, Reala flew into a deeper part of his domain and got to work on Aria's special present from him.

(Three Days Later…)

"SURPRISE!!" Everyone yelled in joy when Aria turned on the lights to the room that the party would take place.

Aria gasped in awe and delight as she looked around. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe you did all of this of me!"

"Well, of course, darling!" Lucy replied with the same amount of joy that Aria had. "You've been such an amazing friend to us! When your birthday came, we just had to celebrate it!" Her eyes landed on a silver charm bracelet that was on Aria's right wrist. "Your bracelet is adorable! Where did you get it?"

Aria smiled as she looked down at the charm bracelet. It had seven charms on it; one was Aria's initial, one was Scotland's flag, one was a princess crown, one was a butterfly, one was a star, one was a heart, and one was a dove. "My mother gave me the bracelet this morning," She replied.

"Well, it looks really lovely on you," Cal commented. "Now, let's go celebrate your birthday." He motioned for Aria to join in on the fun.

"Shall we watch Aria open presents or should we all sing to her a Happy Birthday?" Trisha Jane asked. Before Aria could answer, Leo and Emma came rushing by, fear on their faces.

"Guys!" Emma cried out. "Reala is here in the theatre! He's looking for Aria!"

"What could he possibly want with Aria this time?" Sana asked, suddenly getting protective along with Eis.

"Hard to say, but I only know that he likes her a lot," NiGHTS said, becoming protective. "Either way, if he tries anything funny to Aria, I'll be sure to step in!"

As if on cue, Reala suddenly appeared inside the room where the party was at. Kaylo, Mei, Marina, Rebecca, and Trisha Jane all backed away. Leo quickly shielded Emma while Jose and Attilio shielded Yuri and Cass.

"Reala, why are you here?" NiGHTS demanded, getting into a fighting stance.

Reala smirked at NiGHTS's annoyance. "Isn't it obvious, my dear sibling?" He replied in an amused tone. "I came here to see my girlfriend, Aria. I also happen to have a present for her."

"Reala, this better not be a trick or a sick joke," Lance said, glaring at his cousin. "Because if it's either, you will be one sorry bloke."

"I can assure that it's neither," Reala said, frowning at Lance.

Aria looked at NiGHTS and the two maestros. "Don't worry, you three," She assured. "Reala would never hurt me." She approached her Nightmaren lover.

"Ah, Aria," Reala spoke, a light smile on his face. "I have made you a very special present. I do sincerely hope you love it." He then cleared his throat. "Now, we have been together for a quite a while, haven't we?"

"We have." Aria nodded in response with a smile.

"Since the day we met, I found myself thinking about you a lot," Reala explained. "I'd never felt this way toward anyone before. Not even toward a Visitor. You're the only Visitor that I know would never betray my trust. What I am trying to say is that you are MY brightest star in my universe. And I never realized how cold my life really was until I met you. Which is why I wish to ask you something that I should have asked you on the day that I confessed my love for you…"

He then revealed what he was hiding behind his back; a small ring box. Everyone, including Aria, gasped in awe as Reala got down on one knee and opened the box to reveal an engagement ring with a black gold band and two heart-shaped stones; one with a red diamond and one with a blue diamond.

"Aria Montgomery, will you marry me?" Reala asked.

Aria was silent for a minute. Then, happy tears swelled up in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, I will marry you!!"

Everyone clapped at Aria's response as Reala placed the ring on her left ring finger. The two engaged lovers shared a passionate kiss together.

"Guess we'll have to start planning for Aria's wedding soon, huh?" Haoyu asked Fiona with a smile. All Fiona could do was nod with a smile.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

[sketch-guardian]

I might do asks publically now that I feel a lil more comfortable using tumblr but I also might use anon since it’s Less scary so this is kinda like a test for the moment!! :))

Is it okay if I ask for the classmates (old and new) with a mate who they find out is like a prince or princess later on in the year?? I don’t know the gender neutral name for it other than monarch which seems very vague.

Aw don't worry, do what makes you feel most comfortable, either way is okay☺Your ask is perfectly fine✨I'll do my best to write some good headcanons💕(I don't the neutral term either honestly😖but at most we can say MC is part of royalty🤷🏻Also, I apologize if I didn't reply immediately🙈):

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A ROYAL MC"

DEMYA

Demya was born into a tribe of bloodthirsty demons with cannibalistic tendencies and now she's the last still alive of that lineage, having been driven to extinction. Demya wouldn't know if she could be considered a specimen of an endangered species or even a princess of a lost kingdom, either way she would still find herself fantasizing every now and then. Demya would probably be a bad influence for royal MC, especially for their etiquette, in fact she would enjoy being rebellious and breaking certain rules together with royal MC. Demya would notice that royal MC has obvious advantages over others, especially on Earth, regarding privileges or favors, she would especially appreciate the delicious food they can afford and would ask if going to restaurants and showing off as a couple would get them a discount (no, she's not taking advantage of their status, she would do it even with a non-royal MC, maybe pretending that it's their birthday or that they're getting married just to get a free dessert, she's a menace after all-). In general Demya isn't used to luxury or being spoiled, however she wouldn't mind being doted on by a royal MC

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has never shown too much interest in wealth or anything similar, he's used to a fairly simple life and when he was a warrior angel before his fall from the Celestial Realm, he was more used to following orders rather than issuing them, however he could not deny that more money would certainly be useful to him. Domnra would be stunned the first time he found out about MC's royal status and flabbergasted he wouldn't be able to stop himself from calling royal MC quite a dumbass, because of all the people they could have had or chosen, they chose him, terrible taste in his opinion (self loathing much?). Domnra would be pretty sure that his demon nature and thuggish attitude wouldn't do much for MC's royal reputation, he can only imagine if anyone found out, but he would appreciate royal MC's willingness to take risks for their relationship. Domnra would not be the type to let royal MC spend a lot of money despite their availability, in fact exasperated he would scold royal MC for spoiling Mobim with lots of toys and cutesy clothes, even a small crown to make the little curse feel important

AZUL

Azul, despite his occasional mood swings, lives his life quite philosophically, lightly, so while he would be surprised at first by MC's royal status, their relationship wouldn't change much aside from a few jokes or humorous requests. For example, every now and then Azul would pretend to behave like royal MC's personal butler, imitating Barbatos, for shits and giggles, or he would ask royal MC if he could come to Earth one day to haunt their castle or mansion, because it would be hilarious to terrify visitors, he would then sulk at his request being denied. Either way, Azul would become royal MC's personal artist and make paintings to hang in their home or even sculpt statues of their image in all their glory, he would be honored to be able to immortalize his lovely star. Azul would also be charming enough to sway the attention of media from royal MC, if they needed a break from duties and expectations, his magic would come in handy too

ZURI

Zuri was used to noble treatment when she was still an angel, however it wasn't a life that suited her, she felt almost hollow in that period, because the admiration received was not due to her merits, but to the role she filled. Currently, as a demon, her reputation has been earned through her efforts and work, so Zuri feels more accomplished and proud of her position. Zuri would perceive MC's royal status rather quickly, even before their confession, especially due to their manners and etiquette, which would result obvious to her. Zuri would prefer to be seen as an equal by royal MC as she would do the same, also thanks to her bearing, Zuri would make royal MC look good if seen in public by paparazzi. Given her rather refined tastes, Zuri and royal MC, at a ball or at a Lord Diavolo's event, would draw everyone's attention with their best clothes and jewels, arousing admiration and envy, not that the couple would take any notice, as they would only focus on themselves. Royal MC might even be tempted to call Zuri a queen, while she would softly scoff with a subtle amused smile. Also, Zuri would offer to become like a sort of seamstress for royal MC, should they need one

ODON

Odon, as an eldritch horror, has not experienced what people would call luxury, they don't exactly have needs to satisfy in order to survive to begin with, so all activities Odon would try to do, would be simply for the pleasure of experiencing new things. Furthermore, in the past, when Odon was young and essentially devoid of any kind of empathy or emotion, they lived in a dark and damp cave, where they could shift into their true eldritch abomination form undisturbed. After their change of ways, Odon has moved to a wooden cabin in the outskirts of Devildom, near the woods, it would almost resemble a haunted house, but it's cozy and the only thing haunting that place would be Odon. Odon would find the idea of royal MC wanting to be with a demon like him rather curious and endearing, a love story between a monarch and an eldritch horror would certainly be a tale worth telling, otherwise they would simply be content about being accepted for what they are and would do the same for royal MC. One of the advantages of being with royal MC for Odon would certainly be having access to the best tea around, especially green tea, as it's their favourite, while royal MC would be able to find rather ancient and rare books in Odon's possession, moreover they wouldn't need bodyguards thanks to Odon's eye-like creatures around, royal MC wouldn't have to worry about being attacked, because any threat would disappear before they even realized it (don't ask what happens to those criminals-)

REMIEL

Remiel has lived for most of her youth in isolation, as her race, half-angel and half-nephilim, would be quite discriminated, so she may have some trouble understanding at first what royal MC means as they explain their lifestyle and status, however with a little help, she would be able to associate royal MC's status with high-ranking angels' one and consequently understand royal MC's situation a little better thanks to the practical example. Honestly, Remiel wouldn't mind MC's royalty, as she would love them either way, after all it was their pure bright soul that intrigued her in the first place, however Remiel would be curious to discover royal MC's personal experience, through stories and photos, the angel of death would also be interested in learning about their family tree, as hers is also peculiar, albeit for other reasons. Remiel would be confused but flattered by royal MC's thoughtfulness in providing her with a spring big enough for both preening and cleansing her wings, as the angel of death would need a large space to spread her wings, a simple tub wouldn't be sufficient and a huge bed would be ideal for resting, which royal MC would beg Remiel to do, since she would deserve it. Even experimenting with tailor-made clothes to leave room for her wings would be strange to Remiel, as she has always owned the same black robe, however it would be a nice new experience that she would enjoy. If royal MC's castle had a mausoleum, they might see Remiel perching on a high place, almost like a gargoyle, while watching over them

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel in the Celestial Realm is seen as a sort of advisor, a mentor that many turn to for advice or wisdom in times of need, it can be exhausting, especially for Nathaniel who isn't a talker, however at the end of the day, doing something good would be worth it and being of a high rank can come in handy when needed. Honestly, Nathaniel's reaction to finding out that MC is royalty would be a shrug, meaning he wouldn't care, not in an offensive way, it's just that he'd be fine with anything, ultimately he's chill like that. Their relationship wouldn't change that much, maybe Nathaniel and royal MC would see each other slightly less often due to their duties, however they would find moments to share together and spend alone, possibly in peace, for example spending a day sharing a picnic and then watching the sunset in the middle of nowhere, with the sound of water and animals in the background, then waiting to see some shooting stars. That would be a nice break from their busy schedules, although royal MC would be pretty sure that Nathaniel would be more busy staring at them with a dreamy gaze rather than at the view

URIEL

Uriel, as a warrior angel, is of a fairly high rank, but not enough to take irrevocable decisions or give certain orders, in fact she wouldn't be allowed to speak freely with the Celestial Realm council, she would first need permission or to be convened by the council itself. Uriel has never been interested in earthly politics or humans in general, so she would be a little perplexed by royal MC's kingship, but she would rightly guess that they would be in a position of power compared to others, a bit like the celestial hierarchy, a detail that would help Uriel understand royal MC's situation better. Uriel, though she wouldn't mention or admit it, would be honored to have been chosen by royal MC as a significant other, even though she would probably seem more like their royal guard in their company. Uriel would ask questions about how royal MC's family came to hold such a position in society and if there were ancient armors or weapons in their castle, Uriel would look at them in slight awe. If royal MC joked about a relationship between a monarch and their knight being a fairly recurring theme in romance, Uriel would say that their case is different and that it would be inappropriate anyway (royal MC must not be fooled, Uriel would blush under her wings-)