#Thanks for the suggestion Whatoatmeal!

[technicallyoneofakind]

Fit For A King: Short!

I couldn’t help myself! A little Fit for A King sweetness here. ^_^

(Edit: I’m reposting this for it to be easier to find.)

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He opened the door to his room and looked to his right. There, on the magenta sofa sat his dearest Abirose.

They had met years ago in a Casino. He, guised as a lowly thief, came for the blackjack. She, guised as a witch, dealt it.

They had both crossed paths during the ball of his coronation and ever since did they ponder the duplicity of their identities.

It would be almost right to say fate had led them together. It would be amusing to say they simply got lucky.

Neither of which held them together for as long as it had.

The conversations over blackjack. The fact that she had managed to trap him with the experience of playing specifically with her dealing the cards. The laughs, the dancing, and the silly little things they had in common. The singing she would do and the chords he would play with them.

They were the glue that held them together.

She sensed his presence. She looked up, her curly brown hair shifting with the motion. Her brown eyes met his and she couldn’t help but smile fondly at the man before her.

He chuckled, a wide smile gracing his lips. He almost looked like a cat whenever he sported such mirth.

“A game of blackjack, my rose,” he inquired, motioning at the table covered with agreements regarding various districts of the nation.

She sighed and stretched. She heaved a grunt as she raised her hands in the air and intertwined her fingers. She lowered them and released a yawn.

By this point he had approached the coffee table in front of her, standing on the bright teal rug underneath it. “Well, you’ve certainly made some headway,” he commented, motioning at the papers.

She grinned happily up at him once more as she put a hand on one of the papers. “They never end, Gascon.” She yawned again and rubbed her eyes.

“As I asked before, blackjack?”

She stood up. “I’m too tired for blackjack…” She sauntered over to the bed and threw herself at it. She wrapped herself in a cocoon of blankets and looked blearily at the emperor thief. She looked grim for a moment, almost agitated.

“The casino is closed for today. Come back after we’ve taken a nap or two,” she joked. She cracked a sleepy smirk.

“H-hey!” He walked towards the bed. He slid his dark green shroud off of along with the pig-nosed shaped pendant that signified his power and carelessly let them fall on the floor. All that was left was the dark blue pants, small golden belt, and plain short sleeved red tunic.

“I need blankets, too, Abbie!”

She stuck her tongue out but moved aside. She clung to the blankets tighter. “I’m already warm!”

He paused at the side of the bed. “I can’t keep you warm?”

She went silent. She looked down for a moment then back up at him. “Would you?”

He scoffed. “Please. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

She grabbed the hem of one of the blankets and held it open for him.

He crawled underneath and wrapped left arm around her back, pulling her close with his right. He kissed her nose before he rubbed his forehead against hers. “God, I missed you,” he sighed.

She rested her hand on his right shoulder. She gripped it lightly and let her thumb stroke down his arm idly. “I did, too.” She let out a short laugh. “What happened, today?”

He groaned audibly.

“You wanted to play blackjack,” she reminded him.

“I also wanted to just chat without bringing up the empire,” he complained.

She squeaked. “Ah.” She pressed her face into his shoulder. “You just wanted to be Swaine, this evening, hmm?”

He chuckled. “I guess my comment about the agreements sent mixed signals, eh?” He raised his hand and rubbed the back of her neck.

She laughed into his shoulder. “You silly old thief.”

They were silent for a few minutes.

“Abbie…?”

“…Hmm,” she barely answered.

“Just checking to see if you’re still awake.”

“Well I was almost asleep,” she groggily replied. “What is it?”

He smirked. “I love you.”

She tiredly glared up at him before shaking her head. “I love you too.”

Another round of silence.

“…Swaine…? Gascon?” She glanced up at him. There had been a question eating at her for a little bit now. She had no idea why she wanted to ask it now.

It seemed like he was asleep. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder once more, giving up.

“…What is it…,” he mumbled.

“Oh. You’re awake.” She didn’t lift her head. Instead, she turned it so he could hear her. “D-do you think we’ll have kids one day?”

He sighed. “Sure… I don’t know.” He yawned. He pulled her closer.

“…Abbie…”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“I don’t care… what happens… Just…” His gripped tightened as he rubbed the side of his face into the side of hers. “I want you to be there for it… I sure as hell will… I promise that…,” he sleepily finished.

She closed her eyes with a content smile. It wasn’t quite yes. Nor was it really a no. She could count on him when she needed him, that’s all she really needed to know.

[neurodeervergent]

i'd like to thank you, your followers, and @whatoatmeal for helping! I took the quiz that they linked to and my score came back 90% neurodiverse so that's some validation that i really needed. im going to look into other suggested resources to help me learn more about myself and what works for me. thank you so much!

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