#look at them wearing matching colours as a couple i cannot wait for this romance to progress

[rustandruin]

In all this excitement, I almost forgot: MANPREET WANTS RISHI TO ASK HER TO MOVE IN WITH HIM.

[twinkleallnight]

Marshmallow

(Part -15) Denouement

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 1974

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Teen/ PG

Warning: None.

A/N: An AU with Drake’s POV, showcasing his life as a commoner at the royal palace. Catch up here

I meet Hana couple of times after the drunk incident but ignore all signs. We never speak of what happened that night. May be, because I don’t want to acknowledge the obvious feelings blooming between us and she is too embarrassed about her state that night.

*******

Finally, the day arises when the country is full of cheerful sounds and bright colours. The palace is being decorated with expensive flowers and exquisite tapestries. Tapestries that depict the valour and courage of the Rhys dynasty.

I stand with Liam in front of a blank wall in anticipation. A life-size portrait is raised up by the palace staff and I see Liam’s chest swell up with pride as his head is held high looking into the eyes of his ancestor King Fabian in the image.

“Your favourite person.” I look at him knowingly.

“My idol. When I wear the crown today, I want to be just and true to my people like him.”

I clasp his shoulder. “You will be the most compassionate king Cordonia has seen.”

“I hope.” Liam beams. “Would you like to come with me to the study? I plan to brush up my speech and then head for the lunch.”

“You go ahead. I think I will see you at the ball. Call me if you need me around.”

“May I know where are you headed to?”

“I have to be at the boutique for a trial.” I say sheepishly.

Liam’s eyes widen, “You are going to dress up?”

I grin, “It’s my best friend’s coronation ball.”

He cocks his head searching in my eyes. “Or is it Hana?”

“I won’t deny.” I reply bashfully.

Liam nods his head with a smile. “I like the new Drake.”

“It’s the same old me.”

“Well, that we will see in the evening.” Liam chortles. “See you at the ball.” He waves and walks away.

I make a beeline to the boutique and coyly enter in. Hana had assured me that no one will be there around at this hour of the day.

“Hana...”, I call out in a tense voice.

She sways down smiling at me from the back of the room and holds my hand. “I am so glad you agreed. You are going to love this.” She pushes me to the trial rooms in excitement. “Go on. Try it.”

When I walk out dressed in a grey suit, she lets out a gasp and scurries to me. Her arms wrap around my neck making me chuckle. She gives me a quick hug and steps back admiring. “Wait here. I want to show you something.”

She brings out another garment bag. She flips the bag to reveal a silver grey gown. “ I found something matching with your suit to wear.” She giggles. I shake my head smiling in disbelief.

“What? You find it funny?” she pouts, a bit disheartened.

“Absolutely not!” I raise her chin with my curled finger. “Look at me. I was the commoner who never showed interest in any of these pompous affairs. But with you around I feel like a different person. I want to try it all. It’s not funny. It’s just that I am beaming at the new me.”

Her eyes brighten up again. “I am so excited for tonight.”

“ I can see that. Me too.”

“Okay, now you need to leave. I have some more last minute things to finish.”

“You sure don’t need my help anywhere.”

“No. Thank you.”

She pushes me out of the boutique giggling in enthusiasm.

I have a quiet lunch and retire to my quarters till evening.

*************

Later in the evening:

The palace shines in all its glory with strings of lights twinkling around its edges. The nobles arrive in their luxury vehicles one after another draped in choicest of designer wears, waving out to the cameras flashing at the entrance. The media is covering the country’s most important event in decades, alerting their representatives to capture who’s who of the royal court.

I calmly observe the rush, as usual, from my favourite spot, the bar. Liam joins me soon.

“Hana has a great taste.”

“What?” I look at him quizzically.

He raises his eyebrows in praise and waves his hand at me. “The suit looks good on you. She chose well.”

“Chose well? You mean the suit or me?”

He laughs out. “She has improved your sense of humour too. You are no longer the grumpy one.”

“I was never grumpy except in Riley’s dictionary.”

Just then, Max sprints towards Liam, “Hey Li, have you seen the grumpy guy around?”

I turn to him, “Very funny, Beaumont.”

“Oh, is it really you Drakey!” He gropes over and cups my face, his voice, a note higher and melodramatic. “You gave away your denims for a suit? That must be so painful. Are you alright?” He places the back of his hand on my forehead, trying to test my temperature.

“Cut it out Max.” I shrug away his hands as I notice Liam stifling a laugh.

Hana and Riley join the gang and they get busy with the chit chat. I notice Hana stealing glances at me but her eyes have a worried look. Something seems to be amiss that I cannot place my finger upon. After sometime she excuses herself and I find her exiting the main doors. I follow her towards the lawn.

There under the silver of moon, Hana shimmers in her silver gown, standing alone, deep in her thoughts. I step closer to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder.

She turns around to face me and suddenly hugs me tightly. “What’s wrong?” I ask her softly.

She doesn’t utter a word but pulls out an envelope from her clutch and hands it over to me. I don’t understand the foreign language written in it but definitely know that whatever it is, it has upset her. Her voice is almost a whisper when she says, “It’s over. I have to leave.” Still looking down into the letter.

I hold her at her elbows and tug, “Leave? Why?”

She raises her head and I see her eyes are welled up with tears. “It’s a letter from my parents. They say if I am not Liam’s choice tonight, which they know well, I should be moving back to Shangai tomorrow.”

I feel like someone has sucked out the breath from me, as I stand speechless in front of her.

‘Is this how it ends? No. Is this how I want it to end?’ It’s a split-second decision I make in a trice. I embrace her tightly. I hear her gasp with my unexpected move. Her hands lightly resting on my arms, letter still held in one.

I cup her face and look into my favourite honey almond eyes. “Hana…” I gather some more courage to say things I intend to. “I don’t know what happens tomorrow. But I want you to know that you are the most amazing person I have ever met. You are epitome of perfection yet you ignore the imperfections people around you have. Hell, you turn those short comings into a silver lining. You do things for the people you care. It’s impossible to stay away from you once someone gets to know you. I don’t know if I even deserve to be with you. But I want tell you this, that I… I love you. And I won’t let this end here. It’s not over. Not yet.”

She tries to open her mouth to say something but before that I lower my mouth on hers and capture the warmth of her lips. My fingers, cupping her face, feel the wetness of her tears rolling down her cheeks. I roll my thumb to wipe them away without breaking the kiss.

********

“How do you think it goes from here?” Riley questions in general.

“I don’t have any idea.” I rub my hands over my eyes.

I had requested Liam for an urgent word regarding Hana’s plans, in turn he called Riley and now we are all seated with him in his study.

“Can’t you stay?” Riley asks Hana.

“No.” Hana speaks softly, looking into a hollow.

“Why?”

“This is how it was supposed to be. My parents wanted me to be in Cordonia so that I find a suitable match in some noble house. With the social season coming to an end tonight, they don’t want me to stay any longer without purpose.”

“Damn it!” I curse in frustration.

“So, we really can’t do anything?” Riley looks at Liam for an answer.

“Not immediately. We will have to wait.” Liam says brooding.

“How long?” Riley seems to be more restless.

“Until I take over the office as the king of Cordonia.” He pauses, “And I can’t directly pass the first orders for Lee family at Shanghai when there must be many pressing issues Cordonia is dealing with. So we will have no option but to be patient.”

There is a knock at the door. Bastein peeps in to remind, “I am sorry to interrupt but we are running against time, sir. The king has asked for your presence in the main hall.”

Liam gets up looking at the watch. “I am afraid, we will have to curtail this meeting. Drake, I will see what I can do. I will update you.” He pats my back and then addresses Hana.

“Hana, trust me, we will find out a solution. I am sorry that you have to go through this.”

She gives a forced smile. “Thank you.”

Riley hugs her in reassurance and they both walk out of the study. I keep looking blankly at her retrieving figure. Bastein clears his throat to pull me back from my thoughts. “I… I…”

Bastein walks to me. He places his hand on my back. “Son, you are dealing with the nobles here. Don’t jump into action too soon. Take one step at a time. Things will fall in place if all goes well. Tomorrow, the king will be the one who is your best friend. As much as I know the boy, he will always have your back.” I nod in agreement.

“Have faith and some hope. This too shall pass.”

“Thank you, Bas.” I compose myself and stride down the hall with him.

The coronation ceremony is conducted smoothly. Watching Liam bearing a crown is a moment of pride. Minutes later, the announcement for the queen is made and against all odds he declares his love, lady Riley, as his future queen. They exchange rings and pose to the paparazzi as an officially engaged couple.

My eyes are stuck at the grand clock, each passing second ticking in my ear. My heart is racing against time. I scan through the crowd once again. Hana stands on the other end of the hall with other suitors. Our eyes pierce into each other hers throwing away sadness and mine hoping against hope.

“You know if Liam can get true love, against all odds, you too deserve to be with the one you love.” I snap at the voice that spoke behind me.

“Leo? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t have missed my baby brother’s coronation ceremony.” He shrugs. We meet each other with a hug.

“So, you and Hana, huh?” he asks inquisitively.

“Didn’t you just come back to Cordonia? How do you know?”

He looks across my shoulder at someone. “She knows, so I know.” He raises his glass wine in someone’s direction.

I turn around to see whom he is pointing to. My jaw drops when I check the lady walking towards us. She stops besides Leo and he places a soft kiss on her cheek. Their arms wind around each other’s waist.

“You…and…Livy?” I falter, astonished at the sudden turn of events.

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Can you do a weeding head canon for Satan pls? Please please please. Thank you so much for you time

Wedding Headcanons for Satan/Reader

wow four pages just like his birthright lol

*:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`) I love thinking about weddings!! hope you like it! 🌺 kept it gender neutral as usual

EDIT: ltskjdlafskj tumblr didn’t save my FORMATTING (cries) hhhhh but hope it looks okay now!

where they get married

England, probably, if you chose a human place to get married at, but not in the city

i can imagine a cozy little cottage near a lake, set up a veranda and tables and chairs and there you have it; definitely outdoors 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

Early spring, late morning

very peaceful time of the year

If we want to get specific, most likely March when the breeze is cool and gentle and the foliage is lush and green

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

It probably sprinkles a little bit the morning of the wedding-- which is good luck, Satan reassures you

Throwing rice at the newlyweds over confetti-- mainly because it’s biodegradable and the wedding is outdoors 

(had to search this up but) Satan, devious as he is, asks to do the garter toss

Basically, you wear a garter (that can match your wedding night lingerie wink wink) and he takes it off using his teeth or hands

Satan uses his hands-- but that doesn’t mean he can’t make it as intimate and alluring as he possibly can, making sure you’re aware of where his hands are on your leg as he shoots a coy look up at you just to see you blush

if you’re uncomfortable being that intimate in front of your family, no problem-- he can always just take it off later when you’re alone together

definitely hands or tosses the garter smugly at his brothers next time he sees them just to watch them scream

what their wedding cake looks like

small, four tiered cake decorated with pink peonies and light pink roses, accented by green leaves and gold

matches the bouquet!

….who smashes cake into whose face

you think and even plan it the moment the two of you decide to get married that it would be you

Satan surprises you by getting the jump and smushing cake onto yours first

gracefully lets you smash cake into his face too, a wide smile on his face the entire time

who proposed to who first

you think the cake is revenge for the fact you beat him to the punch and asked him to marry you first (after he says yes)

Satan was slightly miffed because he planned a whole getaway and everything to ask you 

tells you as much with a pout as you laugh 

gives you the ring he bought you and gifts you with something else during the getaway instead of the ring

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

Satan refuses to be walked down the aisle by Lucifer, so he stubbornly stays at the altar (with Asmo as his best man and probably Lucifer as one of his groomsmen)-- which honestly, works for him

the flutter in his chest and the way you look incandescently beautiful as you walk down the aisle takes his breath away

loves the traditional wedding, Satan is a sucker for romantic cliches considering his proclivities for novels-- he's undoubtedly has thought of you in this very moment before a real proposal was ever on his mind the sap

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

one thing is for certain: Satan does not get to dress himself

And honestly neither should I but here it goes

Asmo and Lucifer help him choose the tuxedo to go with the color theme (green) 

Grey, three-piece suit with an accented forest-green signature bowtie

White button-up shirt inside

Accented with a very, very pale pink rose pinned on the lapel of his suit

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

Pastel and forest green with gold accents

Very nature-esque considering the outdoor location 

Considering this happens on a grassy area, the walkway is scattered with flowers, the arch is decorated with peonies and roses 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

Pink Peonies - represents honor, romance, beauty, and bashfulness

Pink roses - playful innocence/sensitivity

White daisies - true love, new beginning

Satan would have loved to thrown in an orange lily somewhere, but considering his color is GREEN, Asmo fought against it heavily -- but it would have symbolized a passion for life

Throw in some green in there too to match the theme and balance out the bouquet 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

It's not that Satan can't be original, but it's more like he believes the traditional vows are still true and romantic to this day; definitely customizes it to fit him more 

“With this ring, I give you my heart. I promise from this day forward, you shall not walk alone, may my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.”

He definitely does add the bits of poetry he's written about you-- highlighting the ways he has fallen for you and how you make him feel at home with you

Levi calls him a sap but he dries his tears with a tissue during the proceedings so his comment is invalid-- this scene is too perfectly anime to not love 

he's an intellectual and a man of books: he's definitely got a way with words and spent weeks forming the best vow that encompasses everything he would ever want to say to you

if there was a day he’d say all the tender feelings he had for you, today was the day (out of the many days from thence on)

is surprised when you cry and secretly pleased-- makes (more) vows to tell you how much you mean to him more

if anyone’s late to the wedding

bye jk

wedding would be pretty small so doubtful there would be late comers (unless you have a large family and would like to invite them)

wouldn't roast anyone on your side for coming late; very understanding about it

if any of his side comes late, he'll say something to playfully tell them off or be exasperated but not surprised 

but honestly it doesn't really matter to him because at the end of the day, he loves his family and he couldn't be happier to know they're there for him on his special day

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Lucifer -- and not just by default; Satan asked him specifically to be a part of his groomsmen

Lucifer was very soft about it, not that either of them will acknowledge it

tbh kind of hard not to just assume all the bros wouldn't be the groomsmen but if we had to choose a typical three, the other two would be Asmo (best man) and Mammon

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Lucifer was the one to bear witness to another side of Satan when he made a pact with you, so undoubtedly he would talk about that just to embarrass Satan

Satan would never say it, but he’s warm thinking that Lucifer would remember something like that

I actually think his speech would be very emotional, considering the rocky relationship those had had and how much they each have grown and mended their bond

Satan tears up and squeezes your hand, though he is embarrassed when you smile at him knowingly

his other brothers probably sneak in speeches of their own about Satan's angstier days-- hoping to squeeze as many funny stories they’ve collected over the thousands of years living together as brothers

they're lucky Satan is in a good mood the entire day so he won't throttle them lmao

who catches the bouquet( s )

Solomon, the crafty bastard

Satan wishes he was more surprised

Asmo doesn't stop whining to Solomon the entire night

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

Satan is a photographer-- of course he's going to go all out and memorialize the event

probably has been keeping a scrapbook of your relationship ever since you both went steady and tbh he might have to start a completely new photobook just for the journey from engagement to wedding

the wedding photos of you in your wedding outfit are personally taken by him-- there is no one else that can capture the way your eyes crinkle with joy or the soft glow of your smile at dusk

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then you would be the most beautifully wedded person the world has ever seen in the photos Satan has taken of you

literally cannot get enough of you in your outfit that you have to tell him to stop so you can actually have photos of him and with him

trusts Asmo to make sure that they look on point and that the photographer takes good pictures of everything during the reception and wedding itself

just as much tender moments as there are silly moments; Satan loves them all

what sort of food they have at the reception

if they have their wedding in the human realm, then Satan would let you handle the food considering he knows more devildom food (food which may alarm normal people)

agrees to most of your choices, taking into consideration any allergies

what can I say? he's a reasonable guy

also he knows Beel would finish everything if anything

Definitely chooses the tea to be served during desserts though 

who cries first during the ceremony

in comparison with Satan, you probably cry first, but Satan is definitely not far off from joining you after

it's one of the happiest days of both of your lives after all

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

I stand by the fact Satan has pretty low tolerance for alcohol and you bet Asmo (and Mammon) helped plan everything and bought a TON of alcohol 

Satan gets drunk quick and is extremely sappy with you the entire night cannot stop saying how happy he is that you chose him of all people, that he promises to make you as happy as he can, and that he loves you

bless Lucifer for keeping his brothers in check during the wedding; god knows what would happen otherwise 

what their rings are like

Satan likes a simple gold band on his ring finger, though he wouldn't mind an engraving inside

if you do get something engraved, he'll get melty if it's a message for him or something that commemorates your relationship (he probably likes thay it's like the engraving on the One Ring in Lord of the Ring)

he gets you a diamond ring on a gold band 

simple can go a long way!

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalized candy etc. )

I actually don’t think you have any party favors; I imagined it to be a quaint, small wedding

Guests can take home the centerpieces and decorations though-- and the rice, if they didn’t throw it all at you lol 

where they go for their honeymoon

somewhere with a lot of history and lots of things to see and do the man is an explorer and the next chapter of his life is with you

type to keep the romance alive by whisking you away into experiencing something new

idk why but I'm getting Belgium or Germany vibes for the honeymoon 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

asides from the typical House of Lamentation excitement (ie. Asmo flirting with everyone, Beel eating out every table, Mammon trying to steal the silverware, Belphie sleeping underneath every table at some point)

they run out of alcohol pretty quickly so Beel (almost completely sober) and Mammon (drunk) go out to get more while being supervised by (an admittedly tipsy) Lucifer-- and come back with a boatload of more alcohol and McDonalds froes two hours later 

(i mean, combine a voracious appetite, a big spender, and a man who doesn’t make the best decisions when drunk is basically ASKING for something memorable to happen)

dear lord guys its almost 12am who do you think is gonna drink all of this wine and beer

also asmo definitely steals the wedding bouquet from solomon 

who officiates the ceremony

definitely not a priest (haha) 

I have an odd feeling it would be Barbatos

I think people would think he’s a priest anyways, asides from the teal highlight in his hair 

what song their first dance is to

Everything - Michael Buble + Choreo gotta love youtube

Playful, happier dance

Lots of swaying motions and looking at each other’s faces and just laughing 

(im so soft aaaaa)

A celebratory dance to start off the rest of your life together

sidenote: My friend was kind to note that the guy in the video’s outfit matches Satan’s butler where there’s a funky tie tucked into the vest too alskdfjsldkjf

Asmo couldn’t convince Satan otherwise to not wear the vest but it’s okay because all the two of you can focus on is each other anyways

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

Satan doesn’t walk down the aisle, but Asmo (as best man), Lucifer, and Mammon stand beside him

Lucifer thinks it's endearing how much Satan fidgets until he sees you, then he's too enamored to remember to be nervous

Asmo thinks everything is picture-perfect; all according to plan

Mammon keeps crying into his sleeves

Satan watches you walk down the aisle, sees you beam at him, and it takes his breath away

nothing can take his gaze off you now 

[emptymasks]

Wither and Wilt

Pairing: Rudolf von Österreich-Ungarn | Rudolf Crown Prince of Austria/Der Tod | Death

(as in Rudolf has a crush on Der Tod, it’s up to you whether Der Tod truly returns his affections, I wrote it that he does truly like Rudolf but you’re welcome to interpret it anyway you like)

Words: 2032

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Anxiety | Self-Esteem Issues | Self Confidence Issues | Fluff | Slow Romance | Pre-Slash | Pre-Relationship | Genderfluid Character | Pansexual Character | Bisexual Character | Bisexuality | Bi-Curiosity | Implied/Referenced Homophobia | Period-Typical Homophobia | a little mention of it | Flowers | Flower Crowns | Vignette | Drabble | m/m f/m and other tags because death is genderfluid

Read on Ao3 @ emptymasks. I can’t put the link or tumblr blocks the post.

Notes: Death is based on Uwe Kröger's Der Tod from the original 1992 production, with a little bit of inspiration also drawn from the Hungarian production's A Halal. You could probably picture anyone as Rudolf, I kept imagining Andreas Bieber and Lukas Perman's portrayals while writing it. Death is genderfluid in this because 1. I'm genderfluid and I see Uwe's death as genderfluid and that representation matters a lot to me , and 2. Uwe literally descried his Der Tod as fluid in gender and sexuality. So there's your canon genderfluid, pansexual Death.

So... you will most likely laugh when I say how i got the idea for this fic, that after having several WIP's for various Elisabeth fics, I ended up writing this because, right, I was playing Animal Crossing and of course I've made several of Uwe's and Máté's Der Tod costumes for me to wear in the game and while wearing my 'Uwe Tod Jacket' I put a white wildflower in my hair and literally had to leave the game so I could right this because the idea came straight away.

It was unusually sunny for April. Sunlight peaked in out of the tree branches of the gardens, casting speckles of stained glass windows onto the grass. The many flowers and shrubs only sought to pair with the weather and make the most pleasant day of the year so far.

It was the weather that had driven Rudolf outside. He loved the fresh air, loved feeling it on his skin, despite how his family would prefer him cooped up inside. (Though they always seemed to want him inside when he wanted to be outside, and outside when he wanted to be inside. Forever wanting for him whatever he wished for the least.) He'd forgone a jacket or coat, allowing the breeze to flutter against his white shirt that billowed out as he moved.

A glimpse of sunlight and a walk alone through the gardens was one of the few pleasures in life Rudolf had at the moment. One of the few things that was just his. He was fortunate that the spring air hadn't coaxed anyone else outside and he got to enjoy all of it to himself.

Although... there was one person who couldn't damper his walks, only increase the joy Rudolf found on them. And as if he'd been waiting for Rudolf to think of him, the wind turned bitterly too cold for a moment and a pair of footsteps were at his side.

They didn't speak for a while. They didn't need to. Rudolf found comfort in his old friend simply being by his side, he needn't do anything. They walked in tandem until they came to a small clearly populated by wildflowers and Rudolf could feel the wind high on his cheeks.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" His voice was quiet, as if afraid it was a stupid thing to say.

"Quite," Death's reply was soft and it called to Rudolf like a siren and he turned his head to find Death wasn't staring at the clearly, he was simply starting at Rudolf.

Rudolf felt his mouth part and cheeks flush and he didn't know how to prolong the moment and he definitely didn't want to say anything that would cause Death to leave. He walked a few paces more.

"Would you like to sit with me for a while? It doesn't have to be long, I know you're always busy, and you shouldn't feel like you have to spend any time with me and..." Rudolf trailed off as Death sat down at his feet.

"I assure you, Rudolf, I wouldn't be wasting my time by spending it with anyone I like."

"Oh..." He winced at how stupid he sounded. "Alright then."

He sat down opposite Death, not close enough to touch, afraid of what would happen if they did but also longing to know. Death turned his head and looked out across the gardens and Rudolf took the chance to stare.

Out of all the times Death had come to him, only a couple of them had been outside of his bedroom. (Not that that had any implications, he pleaded at his heart). The few times they'd been outdoors had been at night or in the evening, the light low and dark, Death rivalling the moon with his glow.

This was the first time he'd ever seen Death in the daylight.

Rudolf felt like he had to hold his breath as he gazed. The sun made Death's hair a more buttercup yellow, more colourful than he'd ever seen it, and only highlighted how pale his skin was even more. Where human's skin would darken a red colour, his seemed to be... blue. Rudolf thought about how impossible that was, but this was Death. For all he knew Death's blood was blue, if he even had blood at all. Light gleamed off his skin and it almost looked as if there were tiny, intricate crystals along his cheekbones, glistening and shimmering.

He didn't know what Death could be looking at, and realised Death very well might not be looking at anything at all. He may just be content to let Rudolf stare. And so Rudolf tore his gaze away and looked down. The more colourful flowers had given way to ones of pure white and Rudolf plucked one up with an idea. A stupid, childish idea that Rudolf found himself acting on.

“Here,” Rudolf reached up, the pale white flower trembling in his hand, and tucked it behind Death’s ear. “White looks nice on you.”

Death’s face cracked for a second, broke out of its usual cold and calm expression into one of quiet shock, and then the smallest smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Why, thank you, my little prince,” He spoke and Rudolf thought about how often Death’s voice sounded like it was only for him, as if everything Death said to him was their own little secret. A black gloved hand reached towards the bundle of white wildflowers in Rudolf’s hands. “Why don’t you match with me?”

Rudolf’s hands jerked back and Death’s face morphed back to looking cold. He tilted his head. Always so curious about humans and their funny little worries.

The cold gaze lingered on Rudolf, he could feel it baring down on him as he looked at his hands.

He hadn’t meant to react as quickly and sharply as that. Should he explain himself? He wished sometimes Death would just ask him things more often, but Death was so content to just sit and wait until Rudolf was ready to share and that just caused more anxiety to swirl around in Rudolf’s stomach. What if Death wasn’t really waiting until he was ready to speak? What if Death just didn’t want to know and if Rudolf opened his mouth he’d just be bothering another person, disappointing another person, words and ideas tumbling out of his lips before he can stop them, his passion seen as immaturity and naivety. What if Death was merely humouring him, and as soon as Rudolf spilled his heart all over porcelain skin and black velvet, he was met with jeers; His mother sat on her throne as Death coiled around from behind her and leaned into her ear, lips brushing against skin, heat and temptation and desire pouring out of his mouth as she looked down on him in scorn.

A sudden coldness brushed against his hand, then slowly pressed down and Rudolf fought the urge to shiver.

Death’s hand laid bare against his own.

He knew of course, that all that was ever under those gloves were hands, just ordinary hands (well ordinary looking hands), but he half had expected something monstrous. Perhaps gnarled or scared skin. Perhaps a blue glow that seemed to linger around Death just as he would enter or leave his visits. Perhaps claws.

Instead pristinely manicured nails decorated the soft, albeit cold, skin that rested against him. Death was a prideful being. He still had his head slightly tilted, eye’s deciphering a puzzle.

“This is about more than you not wanting to wear flowers in your hair…?” Death said it like he himself quiet sure he was asking a question.

“It’s…” Rudolf felt like he’d surfaced out of water and had the urge to take gasping breaths. “It’s not that I don’t want to… It’s… It’s not something a man does.”

“According to whom?” Rudolf forced himself to keep still, even as he thought he heard Death almost chuckle.

“Grandmother said-”

“Oh, your family and their silly, little ideas-”

“Grandmother said that men don’t wear flowers. Flowers and pretty things are for women and girls to wear and for men to admire.” Rudolf was surprised at how he continued to talk over Death. From anyone else he would have received a reprimand, but Death looked proud.

“…You’ve put one in my hair.”

“Yes, well, to be honest I’m never really quite sure if you’re a man.”

He didn’t mistake Death chuckling at that.

“I’m never quite sure of that myself, either. I find it tends to change with the wind," And Death got Rudolf to chuckle in return. "So, tell me,” He leaned forward and got that glint in his eyes as if he’d just spotted an opportunity to gain something, some new piece of information or emotion. “Is it wrong for me to be wearing it? Or are you seeing me as a pretty woman to be admired by your masculine gaze?”

Rudolf could feel his face heating up.

“Or perhaps, my dear prince, you don’t think it’s only women who should be admired?” Rudolf tried to pull his hands back, but Death had a firm grip on them. “It’s alright, it’s quite alright. I’m truly flattered. And, let me tell you this because I think you need to hear it, it’s perfectly normal. There’s nothing wrong with it. Your grandmother’s opinions on the other hand… Who is she to say what you can and cannot wear? My future emperor,” Death reached out with his gloveless hand and brushed his fingers over Rudolf’s cheek and he shivered. “Only you are in charge of what you do, how you choose to dress, and who you choose to be.”

He held Death's gaze for what felt like an eternity. Everything seemed to be waltzing around them as they themselves where held captive in their own dance, twirling as the world fell down around them.

Death seemed like he was waiting for something. Rudolf sat, frozen, and Death retracted his hand.

"I think you'd look rather fetching..." Death murmured as if talking to himself, but well aware that Rudolf could hear him. His fingers skated over the flowers standing proud from the ground, ghosting over them but never touching. The flowers almost seemed to bend out of his way, as if they knew who he was, what he could do.

Their eyes met with a challenge in Death's that said 'pick one'. Rudolf's hands moved blindly as he wrapped his fingers against what he hoped was a flower and tugged. He'd thought his hands had been shaking when he tucked one behind Death's ear, but it was nothing compared to how much they were quivering now.

"Will you...?" Rudolf held his hands forward and Death hesitated for a moment, fingers twitching. Was there a reason why he hadn't just picked one himself and placed it in Rudolf's hair? Rudolf knew what Death's kiss could do, and he'd wondered if the reason Death wore gloves was the same. But he'd just been touching Rudolf, and he was still alive.

Death's eyes flickered between the flower and Rudolf's eyes, before he leaned forwards. He picked the flower up carefully by its stem and slid his finger and thumb together, causing the flower to twirl around. He watched it with a curiosity Rudolf would have described as 'child-like' if it wasn't Death he was trying to describe.

He was almost mesmerised by the spinning of the flower that he almost didn't notice it at first. The flower was drooping ever so slightly. He thought perhaps Death's group was just squashing its stem, but it seemed to keep drooping and drooping. Death moved his hand and Rudolf followed with his eyes as the flower was drawn up to Death's face.

White petals brushed over cold lips.

The flower yielded.

It furled in on itself and faded, the top of the stem turning a pale, rusted brown. Death's hand moved and Rudolf was amazed that the petals didn't fall out. Perhaps somehow Death was keeping them in there? Rudolf expected cold brush against his ear, but none came. Death was still moving, picking and plucking more flowers, and as he wove them together they cried out and wilted. He closed up the chain and held it up, inspecting it, before shifting his gaze back to Rudolf.

Death raised himself up into his knees and placed the circle dead flowers on Rudolf's head.

"There," Death said. "A crown fit for an emperor. My emperor."

There was a sound like the ghost of a snapping branch and Death turned his head.

And then he was gone, and Rudolf was alone, frozen as the petals started to fall from his head.

[littleshebear]

Zavala x Hawthorne: “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

This was only meant to be a drabble but it completely got away from me. 2000 words and a lot of fluff later, here we are. This is the sappiest thing I’ve ever written. 

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED.

Commander Zavala | Suraya Hawthorne | Zavala x Hawthorne | Sloane x Amanda Holliday | Devrim x Marc | lots of other canon characters | Tooth rotting fluff | Romance | Comedy | The tiniest smidgen of bittersweet | Hawthorne’s anxiety | Zavala’s total lack of understanding of colour theory 

“Are you serious?” Suraya shakes her head as soon as the words leave her mouth. Of course he’s serious. Zavala is always serious but she’s never seen him look as nervous as he does now. His only answer to her entirely pointless question is to hold her gaze with wide, earnest eyes. His brows creep together slightly, deepening the worry lines on his forehead.

Suraya glances at the falcon perched beside her on the balcony as if for guidance, then clasps her hands together to keep them from shaking. She swallows hard before speaking again. “I didn’t even know Guardians did this, is this a thing for Guardians? This is a thing.”

“This is indeed a…thing for us, yes.” Zavala’s lips twitch into a tiny smile at her anxious babbling. “I would term it a tradition.”

“But-but,” she stammers and takes a shuddering breath, “People might not approve, you’re the Commander and I’m…” She tails off, unsure of exactly how to describe herself in this most nerve wracking of moments. “I mean, they might not like it, they might think it’s a conflict, it could make things difficult with the Consensus, the factions might-”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” His voice is as even and calm as hers is staccato and fearful. “I want this. But only if you do too.”

She nods slowly, then gradually faster as the realisation hits her. “Yes.” Another nod. “Yes. I do.” She breaks into a grin and yanks off her gloves before dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. “Yes.” Her vision blurs with tears as she watches Zavala’s trembling hand remove the Ring of Eternity from the little velvet box perched in his other palm.

-/

“Heavy ammo available.” Shaxx lolls in his chair, cupping his helmeted head in his hand and contemplates designing a medal for “Dullest Crucible Match Ever.” A perverse part of him thinks such dedication to pedestrian combat should be rewarded somehow. He is about to muster the energy to fetch more coffee when Arcite chirps happily at him.

“Communiqué from Commander Zavala, My Lord.”

“What’s he saying?”

“Message reads, She said yes.”

Meanwhile, in the Vostok arena, a warlock is poised to leap. They fudge their jump and careen off the edge of Felwinter Peak after being shocked by Shaxx’s sudden, deafening bellow of triumph.

-/

“This doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s perfectly straightforward.” Arach Jalaal sighs. “What is it you don’t understand, Executor? We’ve been invited to witness Commander Zavala and Suraya Hawthorne’s wedding. They’ll make vows, people will watch them vow, some may cry, I suggest you bring tissues. Afterwards, there’ll be a celebration, you can bring along a plus one to that. A plus one is a friend, assuming you have any.”

“I understand what a wedding is, you fool,” Hideo hisses. “I just didn’t think Commander Zavala was the marrying type. Certainly not the type to marry someone of her…Character.”

“I fail to see how this could be surprising to anyone,” Lakshmi states in that metallic purr of hers. “The attraction was obvious.”

“Yes, if you have a machine that lets you spy on potential futures, I suppose it isn’t surprising.”

“You don’t need a vex scrying device to see it,” Jalaal says, rolling his eyes. “I knew.”

“How?” Asks Hideo, incredulous.

“Because I have eyes. You’re just blinded by the fact that you can’t imagine a man you admire so much having opinions that differ from your own. That, and your ego still hasn’t healed from that bloody nose she gave you.”

Hideo scowls and does his best to ignore the smoky chuckle Jalaal’s jibe elicited from Lakshmi. “I’m not going,” he states, tossing the invitation on the table for emphasis.

“Do as you please. I’m sure the Acting Head of the Consensus won’t take that as an insult to himself and his bride. No repercussions for New Monarchy, I’m sure.” Lakshmi’s build doesn’t allow her to smirk but the condescension dripping from her words is obvious.

“Fine.” Hideo sighs. “I’ll show my face. But I’m leaving early.”

“Oh, be nice,” chides Jalaal. “Let them have this. Let them have a little fun before the planet blows up.”

-/

Osiris idles in the Infinite Forest, waiting for his echoes to bring him some news of anything that might require his attention but it’s a quiet time. He decides to search for a busier time to stave off the boredom. He cannot believe Ikora cancelled plans to help him build a new simulation. She reneged to help plan a wedding. A wedding. Of all things.

“She’ll be back next week,” Sagira assures him. “You’re just grumpy because you weren’t invited.”

“I am not bothered in the slightest. I have no wish to partake in trivial social niceties. I have far more important things to focus on.”

“Don’t worry,” Sagira continues, unconvinced at his display of disinterest. “I’ll tell you all about it.”

“What?”

“I was invited.”

“You were what!?”

-/

“You seem sad, my dear.”

Ikora glances up from her draft table plan at the sounds of Eva’s gentle inquiry.

“No, I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“It’s definitely something.” Eva eases herself down into the chair next to Ikora’s. “You’re distracted. Look, you’ve put Shaxx next to Saladin at the High Table.”

Ikora laughs and hastily re-arranges the name tags. “That was remiss of me. It would be entertaining, for certain, but not fair on the happy couple.” Ikora’s smile fades when Eva lays her hand on hers.

“Come on. You can talk to old Eva.”

“It’s just…” She shrugs helplessly. “I keep thinking about where Cayde would sit. He would have loved this.” She allows herself another wan smile, “He was a secret romantic.”

“He would have. He’d be driving Zavala to distraction with completely unworkable ideas by now, I’ve no doubt.” She gives Ikora’s hand a squeeze. “He wouldn’t want everything to stop on his account. So we have to carry on. Do what Cayde would have wanted.”

“Cayde would have sat Shaxx next to Saladin.”

Eva chuckles. “Pick out a place for him. We’ll set a glass of that terrible green goo he used to drink there.”

“Isn’t that a little morbid for a wedding?”

“It’s a mark of respect. I’ll clear it with Suraya and Zavala but I’m sure they’ll appreciate the gesture.” She pats Ikora’s hand before releasing her. “Now,” she leafs through a folder with cloth swatches and decoration ideas. “Zavala gave me his preferences for the decorations colour scheme. I propose we ignore it completely.”

“I concur.”

-/

“I still can’t believe it.” Sloane absently trails her fingers through Amanda’s hair. “I mean, you think you know someone.”

Amanda rearranges herself on the couch to lay her head in Sloane’s lap. She wrinkles her nose in confusion. “Are you mad about it?”

“No, I’m just surprised. I’ve known Zavala a very, very long time and I just assumed he was married to the job. You know?”

“He never does anything by half measures. All or nothin’ with him. It’s great though. I’m real excited. Will you come shopping with me tomorrow? I need to pick out a dress.”

“Sure. I need to buy a suit.”

Amanda sits bolt upright. “A suit?”

“You don’t like that idea?”

“Nah.” She straddles Sloane’s lap and circles her arms around her neck. “I love that idea.”

“Mmm…” Sloane mumbles against Amanda’s lips, “Anything to make my girl happy.”

Amanda breaks the kiss and pulls back to regard Sloane with a wicked smirk. “Anythin’?”

“Uh-huh…” Sloane affirms with more than a little suspicion.

“So you’ll help me catch the bouquet?”

Sloane gives a resigned chuckle. “Commander Zavala, what have you unleashed?”

-/

“Don’t let your fears define you.”

“This is not a battle.”

“But you’re still scared.” Saladin smiles at Zavala. He pats down the lapels on Zavala’s suit before gripping his shoulders. “Don’t be. She’s not going to get cold feet.”

“She can be a little…” Zavala takes a deep breath. “Flighty. At times.”

“Not this time. Everything will go smoothly. Eva and Ikora have everything in hand-”

“They ignored my colour scheme-”

Saladin bites his tongue before he can make a comment about how badly orange and teal clash. “But they’ve done a good job. And I promise I won’t flub my lines.”

“Thank you, for agreeing to officiate. For everything.”

“It’s my honour.” He steps back, giving his former pupil an appraising look. “I still remember you, limping into camp, dressed in tattered furs. Look at you now. You’ve come a long way.”

Zavala laughs softly and looks at his feet. “I still feel like a cold apple seed some days.”

Saladin takes him by the shoulders again and adjusts his posture. Titans should not slouch, especially not on days like today. “It has been a privilege to watch you grow. I wish…” He stops himself at the sight of Zavala’s concerned frown. He does wish Jolder were here to see this. He does wish she could have met Zavala’s intended. Suraya is a spirited woman, Jolder would have approved. He does wish Jolder were here now, fussing over Zavala. He wishes it with all his heart. But he won’t say it. It isn’t right. “I wish you every happiness.”

-/

“I’m not sure about this dress.”

“It’s a little late to change it now.” Marc hunkers down in front of her and takes her hands in his to stop her grabbing fistfuls of fabric. “Relax, you’re creasing your skirt.”

“I’m just not sure it’s me, you know, it has lace. What was I thinking? I don’t wear lace.  It’s too fake, he won’t like it.”

“Shhh, darling, you look beautiful. Besides…” He begins running his thumbs back and forth along her knuckles in an attempt to soothe her. “You could walk out there dressed in a burlap sack and he’d still think you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Which you are. That’s just a fact.”

Suraya casts her gaze sideways and nods. “Burlap is definitely more me. Okay!” She tries to stand, “Let’s go with the burlap.”

“Ah ah ah, no,” Marc pushes her gently back down into her seat. “The dress is perfect. You’re perfect. It’s going to be perfect. You loved this dress when you picked it out, never mind what anyone else thinks.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care what he thinks. I just…” Marc finds himself having to hold her hands again because she abandons crumpling up her skirt in favour of picking at her nails. “I just want to make him happy. He’s been through so much, he deserves to be happy.”

“You will.”

“What if I’m not good enough?”

“Suraya. Of course you’re good enough, you are more than good enough. This is just nerves, it’s normal. Before I got married, I was beside myself. I was convinced I’d trip over my shoelaces, or get my vows wrong, or that Devrim would run out on me. All of that melted away when I saw him waiting for me at the altar.” He lapses into a wistful, lop-sided smile. “I remember it so clearly. He was tugging at his collar before he realised I’d come in. He never much liked wearing his dress uniform but I’d never seen anyone more handsome. He may as well have been the only person in the entire world in that moment. It’ll be the same for you.”

“Promise?”

“Pinkie swear.” Suraya laughs as she hooks her little finger around his. There’s a light knock on the door and Devrim slips into the room.

“All right, it’s time. Oh…” He stops dead in his tracks, clasps his hands together and raises them to his lips as if in prayer. “Oh, look at you.”

Suraya stands and smooths out her skirt. “Is it okay? Is the lace too much?”

“You look absolutely radian-” He swallows hard and starts dabbing furiously at his eyes. “Sorry…”

“Oh no, Dad, don’t!” Suraya protests, gulping down a lump in her throat. “You’re going to set me off too.”

“I knew this would happen,” Marc sighs as he fishes a couple of handkerchiefs out of his pocket. He hands one to Devrim then sets about very carefully dabbing away Suraya’s tears.

“You look good too,” she tells Devrim with a watery smile.

“Thank you, darling. The collar chafes awfully though.” Devrim runs his finger around his collar while Marc and Suraya exchange an amused, knowing look. “Very well. Are you ready?”

There’s a pause while Suraya exhales a long, slow breath before nodding. She hooks her right arm through Devrim’s and her left through Marc’s. When she steps out into the bazaar and makes her way to the plaza, she’s keenly aware of how many eyes are on her. Normally, she would consider that amount of attention tantamount to torture but today, she could not care less. She beams from ear to ear when she catches sight of Zavala. He stands tall. Proud. He’s smiling more than she’s ever seen before. Marc was right.

[tres-spades-hotel]

Top 10 Things That I Love About You

It’s Eisuke’s birthday in just a few days and I’m waiting for his present to arrive. Ever since the hotel opened up in New York, life has been even more hectic than normal. Lately, I see Eisuke less and less because of the ever-growing work as both the CEO of the Ichinomiya Group and as the owner of multiple hotels across the globe. My fiancé is being over-worked and, at first, I had no idea what to do to relieve him for a while. If only we could go to an isolated island for years. It would be bliss.

The others aren’t much help either. They just continue to tease us as a couple but I know they see Eisuke being more stressed than usual. I know they mean well so I just laugh and brush it off. That’s when I got an idea.

I went out on a day off to look for a bookshop. I’ve been reading Eisuke’s book that he used for learning business and I’ve become interested and invested into becoming a business-woman for Eisuke. I know that it’s a long shot, but I would like to help Eisuke out. If I know the inner workings of business, I can take some of Eisuke’s work off of his shoulders.

I found an old bookshop further out from where the hotel is. I found many books that I wanted. Some romance books, information books, magazines and many books about business that I could use. While in the romance section of the shop, I found a few short novels and poetry books written by wives and husbands for their significant others. When I was stumped for ideas for a present, this gave me a perfect idea. After paying for the books, I rushed out and headed for a department store to find craft materials.

There are two halves of my beloved’s present. I had already ordered a his and her set of bangles. One for me which says, ‘His Queen’ in rose gold, and the other, in metallic black which says, ‘Her King’. I specifically ordered them to have a crown symbol and a spade symbol. I just can’t wait to see Eisuke wearing it, because I want people to see exactly who he belongs to.

The next part of his present, I decided, will be a small booklet detailing all of things that I love about Eisuke. And this list goes to the horizon. Once I sat down to write a small list, it became more of a happy pass-time to remember all of our sweet and sexy moments since 5 years. Then I realise just how much love I have for Eisuke and how much more I will give. Soon this list became a lot more than a simple small booklet. It became a book of memories of my love for Eisuke. Sakiko and Chisato have helped me to make my booklet and I have written down everything that needs to go in.

The A5 booklet is Eisuke’s signature lavender purple and I have tried to write in a neat handwriting. Key word: tried. On the front cover is a large black spade symbol and, written in a silver colour pen, Eisuke’s name in the middle. At the top, ‘To My Billionaire,’ and at the bottom ‘From Your Love, for Eternity’. Inside is a little introduction by me, then I wanted it to go on to many bullets describing everything that I love about Eisuke. Instead, I decided to make it a ‘Top 10’ things that I love about Eisuke.

Everything is in it. All the littlest things that I love. All the bigger things that I love. Every desire and every part of my love is in this small booklet and I cannot wait for Eisuke to see it. He always wants to know things about me. Why I smile when nothing happens. In this, he will get to know everything.

Eisuke’s POV

It’s morning. The sunlight streams through the open windows. Every day, Vivian asks me why we don’t have curtains for the windows. But considering the penthouse is on the top floor, I don’t think we need it. Her attention should always be on me and not on the outside but she just laughs at me and says I’m ridiculously “cute”. She’s the ‘ridiculous’ one but she’s become everything to me.

She’s lying next to me now. Wrapped up in the silk sheets and sleeping in my arms. I tried to get up a while ago but her grip on me became tighter and I couldn’t leave her. Vivian lays her head on my chest and her arm over my stomach. She calls me cute, but she is cuter.

I sigh, knowing that it will be a while before I can fully get up out of bed. So I look to the bedside table and find the book that Vivian gave me for my birthday. As I reach out to get it, the bangle that she gave me shines in the sunlight. It says ‘Her King’ with a spade on it. I’m sure she mostly bought the matching couples bangles for herself more than anything. But I don’t dislike it. It’s exactly the kind of thing I would give her but not one for myself. It just shows how far we’ve come.

That not only does she belong to me, but I belong to her.

I haven’t been able to read it since we were up all night celebrating my birthday, not that I like celebrating it. But when I’m with Vivian, I know that I don’t have to hate my birthday; it’s no longer a nuisance to me.

I open the sweet cover and read.

Dear Eisuke,

Happy Birthday! I can’t believe we have been together for 5 years now, that we get to celebrate our birthdays with each other. I hope you get what you want, although I think we know exactly what that is.

I know you like and accept anything that I make for you. So I made this. I want you to know exactly how much I love you and for what reasons that I do. We both know that you’re flawed, but to me, you’re perfect. An arrogant perfectionist is what you are to the world but a sweet and soft man is what you are to me.

I decided to make a list of absolutely everything that I love about you. Here, you’ll get to know about all my top 10 desires. Everything that makes you mine. I hope you gain amusement out of this and see why words are just as important as actions.

I love you so much,

Yours forever,

Vivian

Her small letter fills me up inside. We have been through much together. I made her mine when we met, then she made me hers straight after. I thought I knew why she loves me, but the list does show exactly what she loves about me.

1.     First off, your heart. I know how caring you really are, even if you don’t admit to it. When I’m hurt, frustrated or insecure, you are always there at my side. And not only me, I see how caring you are with the others. Even if they are annoying as hell, you always want to know if everything is in order. That nothing is wrong. None of you will admit it (except maybe for a particular fedora-loving thief), but as a family, everyone cares about everyone. You may say it is because they work for you, that you don’t want them to start lacking or to deteriorate in their work-load but I know that it’s something more. A desire to know everything, right and wrong, good and bad. Some may say you have an ‘odd’ way of showing it, but I can tell it’s there.

2.     How protective you are. Sometimes I’m not sure whether this is protection or your possessiveness but I love it either way. I don’t need to fear anything knowing that you’re my shield. That you have my back like I have yours. I feel safe in your arms, in your presence, in your home. If I’m ever in danger, I know you will come to save me. And that you’ll take me home and shower me with love, to show me that I’m safe and that I’m loved.

3.     Your lips. This isn’t a joke. I love your kisses. If there’s anything that I could do for the rest of my life, it would be staying attached to your lips. Your kisses are sweet, just like you. I can never count how many times we’ve kissed or made out but I know it’s a lot and I can’t wait to spend my life kissing you.

4.     Your actions. Almost everyone questions them, and regrettably, I do to. I love that whatever you do, it is done with good intentions. Even if those actions are questionable or wrong, you do have the best intentions within you. But I also know that your actions are done with care and precision. That you have thought very thoroughly about the consequences of your actions.

5.     Your body. Is that even a suprise? I love how you cross your legs, how you smirk at me, how deliciously good you are when you make love to me, how handsome and hot you are, how sexy you look in your suits, how beautiful your eyes are, how large and delicate your hands are. Every night I can’t wait for you to make love to me, no matter how embarrassed I get. When you make love to me, I feel full. I feel loved. I feel everything that you want me to know. Alongside your kisses, I want to spend the rest of life making love with you. I never want any other. Only you.

6.     Your stubbornness. We’re both stubborn. Extremely stubborn. Maybe that’s why I love it. When we both don’t back down and you always say what’s on your mind. When you tell me that if I have something to say, I should say it. And you know that I do. At least, I try to. I love how you speak your mind, for better or worse, and never holding back (among other things).

7.     When you reveal your true feelings. I like to hear you say sweet words to me. When you say you love me. That you need me. That I’m the only one you see and look at. That you can’t be without me. That I’ve wrapped you around my finger. That it’s my fault you got hooked onto me, and that I can’t let go of you now. Those words will always be my most treasured memories.

8.     Your personality. How arrogant you can be. How sure you are that you’re the king. And that I’m your queen. How nothing sways you, how calm you are in dangerous situations. Your subtle caring nature. Your love for sweet things (me and coffee). Your love for animals. Your hatred of peas. Your love of the value of hard work. How possessive you are with me.

9.     Your appearance. You have many suits. You always wear a different one wherever we go. I love it because they look so good on you. You always look your best in whatever situation you find yourself in. It shows that you’re hard-working. That you built your empire through your own work and not that of others.

10.  This book may say 10, but there are many more things that I love about you. I just wouldn’t be able to get it all down before I come up with one more reason to love you. So here’s the last in this book: I love how you love me. Your love is precious to me. Everything you do, everything you love, everything that makes you whole. They’re all things that make me love you. Your love fills me up with joy. That you chose me to be your one and only. To be your wife. To be the mother of your children. To be your life partner. They’re all that I want. When you love me, I know that I don’t need anything else. You are the only one for me.

I know the list will grow as the years go by. I just can’t help but wonder what else she loves about me. But we have forever to find those out.

So? Did you like it? I have much more love to share with you Eisuke. I can’t live without you now. You’ve made me obsessed. You’ve made me crazy for your love. Crazy for your body. Crazy for your affection. I want to never be without you. Let me stay by your side and I’ll show you exactly who you belong to.

For you, I will do anything. Happy Birthday honey. I love you so much.

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Happy Birthday Eisuke!!! 💜

It’s officially 12am here in England! 🕛

My King, I love you so much! Your recent story drew me to tears. Don’t make me feel like I could lose you because I don’t want to think about it. I can’t wait to see what 2019 has in store for you. I hope you get so much love that you don’t know what to do with it (unless you buy a warehouse and store it there?!). 😘

When I first saw you in the prologue of Kissed By The Baddest Bidder, I knew I was going to love you. That my type is a particular hot, brunette billionaire who deserves all the love in the world. After reading your first season main stories, I was hooked. I fell down the dark black (or purple) hole of Eisuke and I don’t want to ever come out. That’s how much I love you. You take over my thoughts all the time. 🤗

I can’t believe I’m in love with a fictional man! ❤️ Why can’t you be real?! 😭

I can’t wait to buy your Season 5.5 and see exactly how much love you have!

Once again, Happy Birthday! 🎁🎉🎊🎈