#@aussieez

[munstysmind]

So… I did a thing 😁

MADDISON TAG LIST @aussieez @rookiemartin @babeyyemor @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 @chickensarentcheap @dhoruwolfie @themaradwrites @cali-nyc5 @darsynia @birminghamshelbyboys @wewannasaygoodnight @sweetbunnyliddle @km-ffluv

[munstysmind]

“How long until I can take this pixie vomit off my face?” he asks in a deadly serious tone that makes you look at him in the mirror with a frown, questioning what you just heard.

@aussieez @rookiemartin @babeyyemor @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 @chickensarentcheap @dhoruwolfie @themaradwrites @cali-nyc5 @darsynia @birminghamshelbyboys @wewannasaygoodnight @sweetbunnyliddle @kingliam2019 @sillyrabbit81 @angelcavill66 @mis-lil-red @rcarbo1 @secretdream2 @livesinfantasyland @identity2212 @fanfics-r-us-official @km-ffluv @ktficworld @juliaorplI78 @henry-cavs-tudor

This week's word is...

✨ MIRROR ✨

Find it in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[secretaryunpaid]

G'day mate!

Got a prompt for you! 😁

https://aussieez.tumblr.com/post/673663229453615104

#35, 45 for Sam & Dahlia pretty please 🙏

💜 Ez

#35... “would you be upset if I kissed you?”

#45... “it’s like three in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?”

Prompt list by @sourholland.

This has been sitting in my folder since Jan, yikes! Just decided to make it a very short scene. My writing mojo is on the fritz. Really need to clear out these drafts.

Word Count: 170 approx. Rating: MA (Mature) No Warnings.

“Why you’d want me is important... I’m going to need some in-depth explanation behind you summoning me here... It’s like three in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Would you be upset if I kissed you? Right here in my doorway, where passersby can see us?” She pretends to peer around the hallway to see if someone would catch them.

“I’m here, darling... at this hour... I don’t give a damn what they see or hear... should you let me in that is...”

He steps so close into her personal space that she becomes flushed, his lips ghosting hers as he gently toys with her hair. Before she can say anything further, he has covered her lips in his as his hand comes to her waist, snapping her into him as his tongue speaks its wordless language.

He feels her tug him inside and laughs into their kiss... “So easy...”

"I thought that's how you liked me! I hope you're ready, 'cause I am going to take you slowly..."

[sillyrabbit81]

G'day mate, saw this on Meanwhile in Australia Fb page and immediately thought of you ... no idea why! 😜🤣

I have serious questions as to where you found this photo of my husband.

[choicesfandomappreciation]

@aussieez is a fantastic writer, great person to brainstorm ideas with or proofread. I have read all her fanfics and loved every single one.

She writes so beautifully, isn't scared to write about tough subjects and just when you think you know where her stories are going she throws another curveball at it. Love all the twist and turns.

I hope she knows how fab she is 😊 as long as she keeps writing I'll keep reading 😘

@aussieez 

[munstysmind]

Thanks for the tag @red-write-hand

last song: “Bones” by Sail North

favourite colour: royal blue

last tv show: Hawaii Five-0

Savory/spicy/sweet: savoury, unless it’s Skittles

last thing i googled: “is Spotlight open today??”

current obsession: bookbinding

last book: “The Love Hypnosis” by Ali Hazelwood. I’ve read a grad total of one chapter

looking forward to: going up to Bestie’s next week

@birminghamshelbyboys @aussieez @themaradwrites @chickensarentcheap @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 and anyone else who wants to take part :)

Get to know me/People to know better

thank you so much for tagging me @cosmmicdancer :)

last song: bobby sox by green day, I think

favorite color: yellow or a yellowy orange

last movie/tv show: the OA

sweet/savoury/spicy: I need a perfect balance between sweet and savoury/spicy, because of the tism, but my wife would say its definitely sweet

last thing i googled: bahnstreik 2024 (hello fellow germans)

current obsession: moral panics and everything surrounding them

last book: currently reading stone butch blues

looking forward to: my wife getting their passport and moving in with me after almost 4 years of long distance <3

tags: @leaskisses444, @signforsign, @starsendlessly, and @amarettofemme and @sunkissedbutch, because we recently became mutuals and you seem like darlings :)

(absolutely no pressure to participate )

[chickensarentcheap]

🍟 Share a GIF that represents your WIP

🍿 Share an out-of-context line from your WIP

🍩 Recommend a writeblr who is an all-around must-follow and tell us why you follow them

🍪 Share a song or music video that represents your WIP

Thank you!!

Share a gif that represents my WIP: I am so sorry Tyler

Out of context line (I'm not sure there is one, let me check. There might be in the Steve one I'm working on): I honestly don't have one :(

Writeblrs to follow: There is so many! There's you, there's @munstysmind @secretaryunpaid, @residentdormouse, @starryeyes2000, @mostly-marvel-musings, @aussieez, @starcrossedjedis, @ninjasawakenedmystar

So many talented people in so many different, awesome fandoms I've been introduced to!

Song or video: Tyler and Esme have a theme song and will forever be the one I go to. "I Found" by Amber Run.

[doashoeyrabbit]

@aussieez Ready to get smashed????

[munstysmind]

Steve Rogers is the love of your life, but there have been times all you’ve felt for him is hate. Five times to be exact.

WARNING/S: Language, fighting, medical terminology and procedures, exile, anxiety, nightmares, death. I think that's everything.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

Divider by @firefly-graphics

MAIN MASTERLIST

please let me know if you would like to be added to a tag list

The First Time

The Second Time

The Third Time

The Fourth Time

The Fifth Time

TAGLIST: @aussieez @rookiemartin @babeyyemor @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 @chickensarentcheap @dhoruwolfie @themaradwrites @cali-nyc5 @darsynia @diamondoftheball @wewannasaygoodnight @sweetbunnyliddle @kingliam2019 @sillyrabbit81 @angelcavill66 @mis-lil-red @rcarbo1 @secretdream2 @identity2212 @fanfics-r-us-official @km-ffluv @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @ktficworld @juliaorplI78 @henry-cavs-tudor @red-write-hand @queenzee27 @kandis-mom

[irisofpurple]

Mine

Summary: After all the years of pining, Lana was finally officially his.

Book: Open Heart Book 3 (Chapter 16)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey×f!MC (Lana Stevens)

Word Count: 650

Warnings/Rating: Fluff, adult situations; Teen.

A/N: My heart is still so heavy. I just can't let go of this couple so I wrote this drabble in between classes. I initially thought I'd write smut but it ended up disgustingly fluffy somehow. I'm posting anyway cause I can't deal with this alone. Hope you enjoy reading. Love you all!

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Pixelberry.

She snuggled into him. Her hands running leisurely up and down the rugged dips and valleys of his chest.

He smiled contentedly and breathed her in. The same drugging vanilla scent that has been driving him insane for three years now.

She had no idea what she did to him. Just the touch of her hands, the fan of her sweet breath on his neck, the feel of her in his arms, made his heart so full he could die right there. He didn't think he could love anyone more.

And she loved him too.

He was still reeling from the realization. He couldn't believe he gets to call her his now. All his. Only his.

When he had confessed his real feelings to her, he hadn't expected her to say it back. She was a free spirit, young and beautiful and ambitious. She had her entire life ahead of her. He didn't want to tie her down. Make her stay with him when she didn't want to.

He had almost made up his mind to keep his feelings to himself. Like he always had.

But when she came into his office tonight to seek him out, leaving behind a lavish party thrown for her success and full of her best friends, looking like her entire world began and ended with him, he had simply cracked. He couldn't keep the truth from her anymore. He couldn't hold back.

She had to know. Or he wouldn't be able to live with himself for the rest of his life.

It was too painful. He couldn't bear to watch her go without giving her the full truth first. She always did hate it when he withheld information from her.

And she was right. As always. She was a smart, independent woman. She didn't need him to decide what she deserved to know.

And Ethan was glad he came to his senses in time.

Because she loved him.

He was sure couldn't ever be happier if he tried. Except maybe if he could put a ring on her finger. But all in good time. He didn't want to scare her off.

For now he relished in the feeling of being hers as he traced the curve of her tiny waist with his fingers.

She chuckled into his chest, the sound vibrating through his body and making him feel ten years younger.

"That tickles." she murmured, burying her face deeper onto him.

"Yeah?" Ethan asked innocently, his intent anything but. "You mean this?"

He moved his fingers delicately up and down her waist, moving onto the front of her belly. A whisper of touch, soft and tender first and then harder and harder.

"Stop it." she squeeled.

She was full-on giggling now, desperately trying to free herself from his grip.

Too bad cause he wasn't letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

The look of pure unadulterated joy on her face made Ethan's chest swell with pride. He needed more of it. He'd do anything to make her smile, to make her laugh like that.

In his moment of distraction, Lana managed to wrench one arm free and pin him down, her golden hair falling on his face as they both laughed in bliss like teenagers.

"You're going to pay for that" she said, the devilish glint in her emerald eyes unmistakable.

"I'd happily spend my entire life paying you back. For as long as you'll have me." He promised, tucking away some strands behind her ear so he could see her face.

She seemed visibly moved. Clearly she wasn't expecting him to say that.

But Ethan was done with keeping his feelings from her.

This was him. No filter.

"I love you" she whispered, gazing so deep into his eyes that Ethan was sure she could see his soul.

"I love you too. And you're mine."

I hope that wasn't too saccharine for you. I don't know what came over me but I needed to get it out. I couldn't focus on my lessons. I'll make up for this by writing some smut or angst in the evening probably lol.

As always, thank you for reading! <3

Tags: @lem-20 @pixie88 @aleynareads @maurine07 @whimsicallywayward15 @lovingramsey @coffeeheartaddict @txemrn @shewillreadyou @aussieez @queencarb @quixoticdreamer16 @schnitzelbutterfingers @imaneditorthankyouverymuch @mercury84choices @thegreentwin @openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

[secretaryunpaid]

G'day!!

Someone put a bad idea in my head and I'm here to spread the evil joy! 😈🤣

From the same fanfic writer ask list,

A, D, F, H, I, J, N, T & V

FanFic Ask Game

Answering for BMD ...

 A: How did you come up with the title to [BMD]?

I didn’t like how Sam chose not to marry Sofia only to DATE  his nanny (My MC - Dahlia Schuyler)

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [BMD]?

This is my theme song for BMD, because the response to it has been better than I imagined. What started as one fic became something that I enjoyed writing and gave me a much needed therapeutic relief.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I have to pic a scene from A Lover’s Fetish...

Alina is running along the sandy beach, her beautiful dark hair flowing in the wind, looking back over her shoulder to judge his closeness as he gives chase… the most angelic yet sinful smile spread upon her face… Her laughter rippling back to him, as if in real time, “If you catch me, you can have your way with me right here! … Haha Haha Haha… “ the echo of her voice lulling him into a pleasant snooze.

He reaches for her, touching her shoulder. She turns in a frantic state, yelling, “How could you, Sam???” The question reverberates in his mind, fading in the distance, sound transitioning into a blinding light hindering his view… then silence statically turning into horns blaring in a deafening tone in the mix of screeching brakes… him crying out for her…

Jolted awake, sweaty, panting, heart visibly beating in his chest, wanting to find an escape from all thoughts and dreams, he goes to his home office once finding it to be his place of solitude. As he enters, the sensors turning on the self adjusting lights as if assisting him to focus, he moves to the bar. After pouring the only comfort found in his penthouse that no longer feels like home, he stands in the expansive window, watching life move on as he remains stagnant … his only progression is the impending stupor that has come to fill his nights.

Unable to find solace, wanting to escape this cycle of falling apart, reaching out, rejection, self torment, only to begin again repeatedly, he leaves home with no destination, driving mindlessly through the city although he is in no shape to … but at this point, he’s forgotten how to care...

*** This is my favorite scene because Sam had a premonition of Alina’s death, and never realized it… His actions that night could have changed the course of her life … He missed the Universe’s call for him to wake up and to stop his former patterns … His one opportunity to have the life back that he pleaded for so long to have back… Alina would have her own revelation on this same night. Her extreme attraction to “The Raven” … The magnetic 🧲 pull of desire that led Alina to take her to the Red Rooms as if hypnotized 😵‍💫, sharing the intimacy that had her questioning the choice to divorce Sam … ignoring his pleas for forgiveness… Unlike Sam, she heeded the revelation given to her … she went to their penthouse to take him back … Sam couldn’t pull himself out of his mind to see what was happening before him… He thought her to be a figment of his imagination… By the time he finally gets that this is real, the chance is lost … His earlier premonition comes to pass… Alina loses her life in a train wreck …

H: How would you describe your style?

I would describe my style as sporadic... I can be listening to a random playlist, and a story sparks to mind, some catch flames and I can write nonstop until completed... Others, well... others give me partial chapters... Partial because my mind will either give completion to prior drafts, or ideas for new drafts... My favorite way to write is with music, but also throwing gifs into a draft and watching them until they give me a full story... This was the style used for A Lover's Fetish and also The Edison Escape.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? I would describe my style as sporadic... I can be listening to a random playlist, and a story sparks to mind, some catch flames and I can write nonstop until completed... Others, well... others give me partial chapters... Partial because my mind will either give completion to prior drafts, or ideas for new drafts... My favorite way to write is with music, but also throwing gifs into a draft and watching them until they give me a full story... This was the style used for A Lover's Fetish and also The Edison Escape.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [A Lover’s Fetish]. {In progress}

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

No, because truthfully … I am a total amateur when it comes to writing ✍️ terminology! I must have googled for hours to even understand the question… and let’s just say that my eyes refused to cooperate 😉… https://fanlore.org/wiki/Category:Tropes_%26_Genres

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I have read soooo many, Oh My Gosh!!!! But I would love to write, or take part in writing, the prequel/sequel/a chapter of @shewillreadyou Ride or Die series!!!! She had me so caught up in Bree & Emmett & Logan drama !!! 😱😱😱 She actually had Bree end up with Emmett !!! I was sooooooo fucking HAPPY 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳! We (and only because her story was like air to me … something I lived for ) were expecting Baby Emmett!!!! I was on cloud nine !!!! Maybe one day she will return and continue the series, but for now I patiently wait 😇… I do understand that actual LIFE doesn’t always afford each of us writer’s the opportunity to continue things in our alternate realities … I wish her well !!!

https://shewillreadyou.tumblr.com/post/646932012685574144/updated-masterlist-hey-tumblr-fam-this-is-an

Master list link below:

https://secretaryunpaid.tumblr.com/post/642573735169327104/young-samuel-dalton-came-into-dahlia-schuylers

[sillyrabbit81]

When you find a Tumblr mutual on Fb 🤣 #busted

💜 Ez

🤣🤣🤣

❤️ Rabbit

[sfb123]

Bon Appétit 🍋

This is my entry into @smut-tember week 3, using a mood killer (family interruption) and two terms (secret place, love stick) from this week’s prompt list, they appear in bold.

Book: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: Sam x Anna

Word Count: 790

Rating: NSFW 18+ Only

Tags: Tagging my TNA peeps, and anyone who has requested a Smut-tember tag. If you want to be on or off the list, let me know!

A/N: No pre-reader, so please forgive any typos or errors.

Sam pulled out Anna’s chair for her and kissed her softly on the cheek as she sat. Once she was seated, he took his place in the chair next to hers. This was one of their first official date nights since going public with their relationship, and Sam wanted to celebrate, so he took her to a nice restaurant near the penthouse.

The waiter came to their table, and Sam ordered a bottle of wine while Anna looked over the menu. “Sam, this stuff is kind of fancy. Like fancier than I’m used to. I’m not sure what to order.”

He smiled at her, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you. Do you trust me to order for you?” She simply nodded and smiled in response, placing her menu down and gazing into his eyes.

The waiter returned with their wine, pouring two glasses and placing the rest in an ice bucket next to the table. Sam placed their orders and handed the menus back to the waiter. Once he left the table, Sam slid his chair closer to Anna and placed his hand on her knee, squeezing gently.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She purred.

“Enjoying the opportunity to show you off in public, like I’ve always wanted.” His voice was low and raspy in her ear as his hand slowly worked its way up her leg.

Anna placed her hand over his, halting his movements. “Just because our relationship is public, doesn’t mean everything we do should be.”

“Nobody will see anything. You just need to be a good girl and stay quiet. Can you do that for

me?” He placed a kiss on her neck, right on the spot that always drove her crazy, nipping slightly before pulling back to meet her eyes.

The feeling of his teeth against her skin caused her to gasp. Their eyes locked, the desire in his eyes reflecting off the heat in hers. She nodded, unable to form words in that moment, as she lifted her hand off of his. Sam’s hand continued on to its destination.

He groaned softly when he reached her secret place. “No panties, Anna?”

“Well, I mean, it is a celebration. Isn’t it?” She said coyly.

“Such a naughty girl.” He said in a stern tone as he circled her button.

Anna struggled to suppress the sounds of pleasure that were threatening to spill out at Sam’s hand. He could tell she was close to the edge, so he pressed down, adding more pressure as his finger circled faster.

“That’s it baby, let go.” He commanded before covering her lips with his own, muffling the sounds of her ecstasy.

Anna pulled back, trying to bring her breathing back to normal as she smirked at Sam. “Your turn.” She cupped his love stick over his pants, arching a brow when he groaned in response. “Ah ah, you’ve got to be qu-” She stopped suddenly, removing her hand and sitting up straight.

“Anna what are you-”

“Samuel?” He was interrupted by a familiar voice, his eyes going wide.

“Mom?” He said in shock, quickly clearing his throat and adjusting himself under the table.

He turned to find his parents standing in front of their table. Anna jumped to her feet to greet the pair. “Mister and missus Dalton, it’s so lovely to see you.”

“Oh please dear, no need to be so formal.” Vivian waved her hands dismissively at Anna.

“You don’t stand to greet your parents, son? I’m sure we raised you better than that.” Mason said.

Sam took a deep breath, holding his napkin over the front of his pants as he stood. “Sorry dad.” He joined Anna at the other side of the table. He shook his father’s hand, and leaned in, kissing his mother on the cheek.

The host approached the group with two menus. “Mister Dalton, your table is ready. Though, we can just bring a couple of extra chairs over if you would prefer to sit with your son.”

“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly intrude on their evening.” Vivian said.

Anna and Sam could both tell in her tone that she didn’t actually mean it. They exchanged glances, having a silent conversation. Sam looked at his parents, plastering on the most cordial smile he could muster. “No, not at all. Please join us.”

“Well, if you insist.” Vivian smiled.

As Sam and Anna returned to their seats, she took his hand and squeezed gently, giving him an apologetic look. He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed them before again helping her into her seat so that they could spend the rest of their date night with his parents.

Smut-tember:

@aussieez @bebepac @chemist-ana @jerzwriter @kachrisberry @kat-tia801 @khoicesbyk @nestledonthaveone @phoenixrising308 @pixie88 @secretaryunpaid @shewillreadyou @sincerelyella @thefrenchiemama @txemrn

[munstysmind]

I couldn’t decide between two so you get both 😁

“Chris I want to, I do, I really do, I just... ARGHHH! The other week we were grinding against each other and now just the thought of that makes me freeze, I don’t understand it. What’s wrong with me?!” she says, tears starting to well on her eyes.

“Our daughter has been through hell. We haven’t seen her in eighteen months and all you seem to want to do is upset her. It has to stop. She’s not a child anymore, she’s a grown woman. A grown woman who’s still standing after everything she’s been through. You should be fucking proud of her, not criticising all of her life choices or making snide comments about the man she loves. If you want to continue to be part of her life, you need to start respecting her because the way you’re going, you’re going to lose her and you’ll have nobody to blame but yourself”

Maddison Taglist @aussieez @rookiemartin @babeyyemor @secretaryunpaid @pixie88 @chickensarentcheap @dhoruwolfie @themaradwrites @cali-nyc5 @darsynia @birminghamshelbyboys @wewannasaygoodnight @sweetbunnyliddle @km-ffluv

The first word of the year is...

✨ START ✨

Find it in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Writers’ List

Hello everyone! We reached another milestone of our blog, but before we can select a fanfic author for the tenth Meet The Writer Q&A, we want to confirm the list of writers following the blog:

001. missameliep

002. thequeenofpixels

003. ownworldresident

004. indiacter

005. lovealexhunt (storyofmychoices/theartoflovingthomashunt)

006. bebepac

007. choiceskatie

008. clansayeed

009. luxurylives

010. blackcatkita

011. rainbowsinthestorm

012. everthingchoices

013. xjustin-ethansgirliex (ethanramseysrookiexox)

014. mrsnazariowritesagain

015. xxrainbow-princessxx

016. lolablackwrites

017. writinghereandthere

018. noesapphic

019. bobasheebaby

020. debramcg1106

021. endlessflame

022. princessstellaris

023. rookie-ramsey

024. poudredevie

025. yeonjunbb-main

026. catchinhlikekerosene (utterlyinevitable)

027. masquerade-reimagined

028. drethanramslay

029. blainehellyes

030. drakexwillow

031. camillemontespa

032. argylemwrites

033. blightarts

034. romanticatheart-posts

035. princess-geek

036. miss-smrxtiee

037. god-save-the-keen

038. txemrn

039. waitingforalana

040. kingliam-rys

041. moodyvalentinestories

042. anotherbeingsworld

043. dcbbw

044. thequeenofcronuts

045. bbrandy2002

046. boneandfur

047. brightningstar

048. endlessly-searching-for-you

049. newcolonies

050. alwaysmychoices

051. cosigottahavefaith (itsbrindleybinch)

052. courtesanofedenbrook

053. kinda-iconic

054. kelseaaa

055. lizeboredom

056. lucy-268

057. lovelyladyk88 (khoicesbyk)

058. thegreentwin

059. liamrysandme

060. dorianspprentice

061. mrschoicesobsessed

062. romewritingshop

063. no-one-u-know

064. whimsicallywayward15

065. monsoonblooms12

066. eleanorbloom

067. julia-highstorms

068. mvalentine

069. aces-and-angels

070. queenjilian

071. riseandshinelittleblossom

072. waffliciouswrites

073. mysticaurathings

074. anjanettexcordonia

075. casey-v.

076. liamrrys

077. missmiimiie

078. katkart122

079. zoehanji

080. kat-tia801

081. beckaroo

082. brycemaloliver

083. desskryze

084. aarisa-frost

085. drariellevalentine

086. alj4890

087. gryffindordaughterofathena

088. annekebbphotography

089. sirbeepsalot

090. agentnolastname

091. openheartthot

092. parkerattano

093. brycelahelalover

094. lem-20

095. katedrakeohd

096. secretaryunpaid

097. princesslahela

098. sfb123

099. mortemersgf

100. dancingboba

101. citybornchick

102. justanotherrookie

103. waywardromancefantasygirl

104. whenyourheartskipsabeat

105. curiousconch

106. missdreamsalot

107. nikki-2406

108. otherworldlypresents

109. withbeautyandrage

110. linkheroz

111. pixie88

112. zera-writes

113. checkurwindow

114. anntoldst0ries

115. maximumdreamerdetective

116. dr-colossal-pita

117. ladylamrian

118. trappedinfanfiction

119. homeformyheart (ivyroseblack)

120. bay-lee

121. irisofpurple

122. alina-yol-ramsey

123. purvishraick

124. aallotarenunelma

125. aussieez

126. jessiembruno

127. former-westchester-resident (wolfish-blithe)

128. takingcourage

129. aworldoffandoms

130. amen-doza

131. chemist-ana

132. stygianflood

133. bryceshawaiinashirt

134. maxattack-powell

135. choicesfanaf

136. thefrenchiemama

137. muireannkfanfic

138. silma-words

139. kingliamandriley

140. daddyethanramsey

141. panda9584

142. mm2305

143. somersetmummy

144. lizzybeth1986

145. choicest

146. alj4890

147. potionsprefect

148. liaromancewriter

149. brokenmemoriesblog

150. estellaelysian

151. iluvaqt

If you haven’t been interviewed yet and you don’t find your url in the list above (because you follow us from a non-choices sideblog or changed your url recently), let us know. Also, if you don’t wish to participate, leave a comment on  this post or send a message to @cfwcadm​

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Heavy Is The Head.

A/N: Whether this becomes an actual series or not: We shall see.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

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This is a birthday present to myself by myself! And what better present than a birthday fic.

Current Word Count: 6,890 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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I had this done a week ago but I kept adding and taking out parts, paragraphs and dialogue. But now it's done for real this time. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1.) The New Normal.

In King Henry IV, Part Two, William Shakespeare wrote the words “uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” It was later translated into modern English as “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

5:30 am.

That’s the time the alarm on King Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, Marquise sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he’s out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen. Shanelle Miller is everything that he could have hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for as a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he thanks God for.

He stands and watches her chest rise and fall as she sleeps soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face.

“Good morning my love. I'll see you when I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall.

Being The King Of Cordonia is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations and standards. Marquise has an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day he bears the weight of it all. For two reasons, the two he calls his sun and stars. His wife and his daughter.

He walks until he comes to a door with a bright purple K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And just outside her bedroom door is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. He stops and runs a hand over the frame as he gazes at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes.

“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame.

After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. The family of corgis were sleeping together at the foot of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie.

“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion.

Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side.

“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go. The boys are probably outside waiting on us.”

With one last look at his daughter and the family of corgis, he and Ozzie quietly leave Khari’s bedroom. They head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace, his older brother Leo and his two best friends Maxwell Beaumont and Drake Walker were waiting for him and Ozzie.

“Ozzie!” The three exclaimed.

“What?! No love for your ruling monarch?”

“Dude. The whole kingdom loves you.” Leo replied with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah! You don’t need us stroking your ego.” Drake quipped.

“He’s got a big ego…” Maxwell teased.

“Scallywags! The lot of ya!”

The four shared a hearty laugh.

“Alright your Majesty! What are we doing this morning?”

“10 miles. 5 miles up and 5 miles down.”

“This has got to be illegal somewhere!” Maxwell whined.

“Yeah. You were Crown Prince once. Isn't it illegal to torture people without just cause?” Drake asked.

Leo sighed dramatically.

“If it is, I guarantee you he changed the law when he became King.”

“Happy to hear that you all understand why I am in charge.”

The three groaned collectively.

“Ready to go Oz?”

Ozzie barked in agreement.

“That's the spirit! Now let's go!”

And with that, they were off on their run with Ozzie at their side.

He enjoys his early morning runs with them. It helps keep him centered in reality. It reminds him that he is a man first and then a King. Besides, keeping his physique in tip-top shape for his wife is a bonus for him. He loves to give Shanelle something to drool over. These runs also remind him that he will always have his friends and his older brother to lean on and rely on. They are his most trusted advisors in both life and the Royal Council.

As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. The Via Imperii is the latest threat to his kingdom. This secret society is dangerous and has big plans for his kingdom. Plans he's not exactly keen on.

His reign as King of Cordonia has felt like it's been one crisis after another. From assassination attempts to coups to forced betrothal's to finding out that two members of his father's court were responsible for his mother's death on top of finding out that he has a long-lost sister, Marquise has dealt with it all. All while trying to run a kingdom and raise a daughter. What's more, no matter how much he wants to say to hell with this so-called secret society, he knows that he can't put Cordonia or his family and friends at risk. So he grins and bears it.

And lately, he's begun to question himself as King. He's also begun to understand why his father ruled the way he did. Constantine was paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. And as a King himself, Marquise now understands his father's paranoia. But he refuses to let his life be ruled by or rule Cordonia by fear. He just has to find a way out of this.

7:15 am.

Marquise, Ozzie, and the boys soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace.

“Well, that was fun!”

“Dude you’re a sadist!” Drake quipped.

“No, my wife is a sadist. I'm an innocent angel, who just happens to enjoy torturing you lot.”

The three men groan.

“I'm starting to regret my abdication.”

“Ugh! Everything hurtsssssss!” Maxwell complained as he laid out in the grass.

“Oh quit your whining! Be like Ozzie. Stoic!”

He smirks as his friends and brother narrow their eyes at him.

“You're lucky we can't touch you because you’re the King!” Drake sneered.

“I don’t know, I think I might have to pull out my older brother card. That trumps his King card.”

Marquise rolled his eyes at Leo.

“Let me get Ozzie inside. I'll see you guys at the Council meeting later.”

“Yup.” the boys replied.

With that, he and Leo head inside then back to their respective wings of the palace, while Drake and Maxwell head off to their flats near the palace. After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly.

He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers.

“Wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.

She groaned into her pillow.

“Now now. It's time to get up.”

“I don't want to be an adult today!”

“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”

“I don't want to do that either!”

“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle.

“Noooooooo…” she whined.

He shook his head at her.

“Very well. Have it your way…”

He stood up and with a shrug, he grabbed the covers and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.

“Just the way I like to see you. Breathing hard with your hair everywhere.”

She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him.

“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms.

He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms.

“Ewwww!”

“What?”

“You're all sweaty.”

“I mean I just came back from my morning run with the guys.” he said with a shrug.

“Which means you haven't been in the shower yet! Yuck!”

He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.

“Gross!”

“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.

“Let me go!”

He groans as he buries his face into the crook of her neck.

“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”

He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch.

“Marquise!” she pouted.

He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass.

“Let me go!”

“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear.

She continued to squirm in his arms. But no matter how much she wriggled he would not let her go. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkin wakes up! Now!”

With a groan of reluctance, he lets her go.

“Spoilsport…” he mutters.

“Whatever!”

“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp.

“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”

“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”

She stalked off into the bathroom without another word.

After taking a good long hot shower. Marquise was just about ready when his gaze fell on his cufflinks. One pair had his mother's royal portrait in them. And the other pair had his parent's wedding photo. Shanelle had them custom-made for their wedding anniversary. He settled on the pair with his mother's portrait.

He missed her dearly. Before Shanelle and Khari, Eleanor was the love of his life.

She was born Eleanor Anyango in Nyambura. A small village outside of Nairobi, Kenya. When she was 10 her mother took a job in the distant kingdom of Auvernal as a chambermaid for the royal family. As she grew up became interested in finance, so when she returned from college at Oxford University, she became a member of the Royal Treasury. That's where she met a young King Constantine Rys. The two were soon madly in love and when she married him in 1984, she went from deputy Treasury Director to Queen of Cordonia.

Two years after being married to Constantine, Eleanor was finally pregnant. They had a few fertility struggles but she was finally able to carry to term. She had her only boy. She named him Marquise Constantine Rys. She never got to see him become The King she knew he could be. Nor did she get to meet Shanelle or her beautiful granddaughter. And it’s the biggest regret that Marquise has ever had.

He stares at the cufflinks a few seconds more before slipping them on with a faint smile. He soon left his closet and went to check if Shanelle was ready. When he stepped into her closet, he was struck by the sight of his wife putting on her lotion. Her hair was still damp and her brown skin shined in the light.

“I thought putting lotion on you was my job.”

Shanelle shrugged innocently.

“You took too long. So I was forced to do it myself.”

“How can I make it up to you, my queen?”

“You can help me pick which perfume I'm wearing.”

“At your service my love!”

She threw him a wink over her shoulder as she walked over to the cabinet with her perfume in it. He followed behind her.

“How many bottles do you have?”

“At last count? 95.”

“Sheesh! And here I thought you had too many bags.”

“A. I will cut you for that comment. And B. you’re the one who's always buying me perfume.”

“Well, now I know not to buy you any more perfume. Or bags. Or shoes. Or jewelry. Or anything else, clothes and accessories related.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes at him.

“Liar.”

“Yeah, I know. So let's find your scent for the day.”

After going through her many bottles of perfume, they finally settled on two of them.

“I'm thinking of either my favorite Burberry scent. You know the one that smells like berries? Or maybe I'll go with the Prada one you bought me for Valentine's Day.”

“Hmm…let me see.”

Marquise took the Burberry perfume and lightly spritzed the inside of her right wrist before taking a sniff.

“Hmm…”

“Well?”

“I need a better spot to test.”

Shanelle arched an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.”

She tilted her head so he could lightly spritz her neck. He already knew this perfume was the one.

“Well?”

“How is it no matter what you always manage to look beautiful?”

“That doesn't answer the question, your majesty.”

“This is the one.”

“Thank you. Now move it so I can get dressed. I have an event to host today.”

“Oh? I don't remember seeing anything on your calendar.”

“That's because it's not a Cordonian event.”

“Ohh…”

“Yeah. It's the Via Imperii’s Ladies Of Prestige And Power Luncheon. Queen Sigrid all but insisted it be held here and that I host it.”

“You sound thrilled.”

Shanelle cut her eyes at him.

“You see this face? Does this face look like someone who wants to host a luncheon for a bunch of snobs?”

Marquise snickered.

“That is why I married you.”

“No, you married me because your only other alternatives for Queen were Olivia or Madeleine.”

Marquise shrugged.

“You're not wrong.”

“Of course I'm not wrong. Olivia would've had this country in constant war and Madeleine would have turned you into a raging alcoholic.”

“That's a little grim.”

“But still not wrong.”

“Okay fine.”

“So see? You had to marry me. For King and Country!”

Marquise shook his head and smirked.

“Speaking of which, have I kissed you today?”

“No. You woke me up and tried to use me as a towel.”

“I’m shirking my duties!”

“Indeed you are, my king.”

“Allow me to remedy that!”

He captured her lips in a passion-filled kiss.

“I hate it when you do that.” Shanelle pouted.

“Why?”

“Because I never want you to stop.”

“Well in that case…”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into another deep kiss. He loved to leave her breathless and wanting for more.

“I should let you get dressed.”

“You should but knowing you, you won't.”

“You're right. I won't. So let's get you out of this robe.”

Shanelle let her robe drop to the floor and it didn't take long to pop the buttons of his shirt open. She was soon rewarded with another passionate kiss from her husband.

“You are such a tease, your majesty.”

“Trust me, that was nothing.”

With no effort at all, Marquise picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked her backward until she was just barely sitting on the edge of a dresser.

“This is how I like you.”

“And how is that?”

“At my mercy.”

Shanelle smirked.

“I am yours, my king.”

He smiled against her lips before kissing her again. She was his addiction. He believed strongly that if his queen wasn't happy then no one was happy. So he always made sure that she was happy, satisfied, and fulfilled in every way possible.

He slowly trailed kisses along her jawline to her ear and then down the left side of her neck. With each kiss being more heated than the last.

While he nursed her pulse line, his hands played with her breasts. She loved feeling his hands on her skin. Especially feeling the pads of his thumbs circle her nipples.

“Yessssssssssssss…” she moaned softly.

His majesty was getting the reaction he wanted from his wife. His lips soon went from nursing her pulse line to her breasts. She leaned back slightly to give him better access.

To him, she isn't just an addiction. She is an obsession that would sometimes borderline on a fetish depending on the day. He focused his lips on her right breast. Licking, sucking and nipping at her nipple with his teeth and his left hand was focused on rubbing and pinching her left nipple. He loves to drive her insane. And while it sometimes annoyed her, she loved it just the same.

When he glanced up at her face, her eyes were closed and she had her bottom lip between her teeth. He smiled to himself as he went back to teasing her. He slipped his right hand between her thighs earning him a groan of approval from his wife. He could feel the heat radiating from her core on his hand as he inched it closer. He could hear the desperation in her breathing.

“Someone is happy to see me.”

“Will you just shut up and fuck me now?”

Marquise cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Such language! Quite unbecoming of a woman of your station, my queen.”

Shanelle groaned impatiently.

“Let's see. What do you want?”

As he asked the question, his fingers brushed against her very wet slit.

“Do you want this?”

To illustrate his point he circled her clit with his thumb. Causing her to shiver and her eyes to flutter closed.

“Or do you want this?”

He slipped a finger inside her. He moved his finger in and out of her entrance. He watched her as she bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“Hmm? What was that my love? I couldn't quite hear you.”

“Marquise…”

He loved to watch her lose control.

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“I want you!”

With a victorious grin, Marquise dove headfirst into his queen. Her eyes snapped open when his tongue made contact with her clit.

“Ohhhh, God! Yes!” she moaned.

If there was anything that His Majesty knew quite well, it was his wife’s body. He knew every sensitive spot and he knew how to exploit those spots. With her legs over his shoulders, Marquise took his time eating her out. He took his cues from the different octaves her voice reached. It's how he knew when to switch between using his tongue and his fingers.

“God! Yes!”

He loved to hear her beg him for more. He made it his mission to always give her the most fulfilling orgasms. And this moment was no different. She was at his mercy and he was determined to take advantage of the opportunity.

“Baby just like that!”

He used his tongue to write his name across her clit while using his fingers as pistons inside her. He felt her legs begin to shake and could hear her moans begin to turn into shrieks that much like her breathing she was struggling to control. She had both hands white-knuckling the edge of the dresser as she rode his fingers. She was close; he felt it as her thighs squeezed around his neck. This was her way of keeping him in place as she rode out her orgasm.

“Oh shit! There! Right there! Just like that baby! Just like that!”

“Shhh, my love!”

“Marquise…”

“As much as I love seeing our little one, I don't think we want her barging in here to investigate why she heard her mother screaming her head off. Might scar her for life.”

She wanted to go over the edge into sweet orgasmic oblivion but she couldn't quite get over that hurdle so to speak. Luckily for her, he knew exactly what she needed.

“You might want to hang on, my love. And for the love of God, keep it down!”

He replaced his fingers with his tongue. Her thighs squeezed his neck as her body shook. He stopped long enough to encourage her.

“That's it, my love. Let go. Cum for me.”

She had a vice-like grip on the dresser and bit down hard on her bottom lip to muffle her scream, as she rode in his tongue over the edge into her orgasm. When he let her go, she had light bruises on her thighs from where his fingers were. She laid against the top of the dresser so she could catch her breath.

“My favorite!” he quipped before licking her juices off his fingers.

“I…hate…you!” she said breathlessly.

He snickered.

“I love you too. Now I'm gonna freshen up then go get the princess while you get dressed. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“That's my girl!”

With a quick kiss, Marquise left her to freshen up before going to see about his little one. Being a dad was the highlight of his life. Khari was his sun, moon, and stars. When he got to her room, she was already awake. She was sitting on her bed reading to Paisley, Lucky, and Lady. When she looked up from her book she smiled before throwing her arms around his neck.

“Good morning daddy!”

His heart stuttered.

“Good morning precious. How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“Did you sleep well little one?”

“Uh-huh! But now I'm hungry.”

“Okay well let's get you dressed and we'll go meet your mother for breakfast.”

“Okay, daddy.”

He followed her into her closet and helped her pick her outfit for the day before helping her brush her teeth and get dressed. Normally her mother would do this but today he felt like taking a swing at it. Once she was dressed, they met Shanelle in the main hallway then made their way to the dining area where breakfast was waiting.

After breakfast, Marquise gave his wife and daughter a kiss goodbye as they got ready for Shanelle's event. While he left to host the Prime Ministers of Norway and Sweden in his study.

9:47 am.

While his Swedish and Norwegian were a tad bit rusty, his meeting included talks about possible tax incentives, opening consumer markets, each other's families, and NATO alliances went off without a hitch. Marquise was pleased to have made progress with two key European allies.

1:49 pm.

After a quick bite for lunch, his majesty then got ready for the Royal Council meeting.

While they weren't his favorite subject of conversation, he was thankful that he at least had his two best friends and older brother on the council with him. They made the meetings a lot more manageable. Especially Maxwell. During the meeting, he announced that there would be a tax increase on the nobility to help fund a new healthcare plan for the people.

While it wasn't received enthusiastically, many couldn't stop him from implementing this new law. Simply because the King’s word is final. Marquise prides himself on being for the people of Cordonia. Much like his mother Eleanor was. She believed in the ideal that Cordonia thrives for and because of the people. And not the nobility.

As he sat in his office with a glass of Scotch in his hand, he gazed at the photo on the desk of Shanelle and Khari from a month before. They had gone to Applewood for the rededication of the Applewood Orchard. And he snapped a picture of his girls after they tried the first harvest since the orchard was burned. He smiles at the photo of them smiling. They are what drives him to be a better husband, father, and King.

As he looked around his office his gaze stopped on the royal portrait of his father Constantine. It was commissioned right after he was crowned. Constantine Leonidas Rys was a complicated man in his later years. But in his youth especially when he was Crown Prince he was the life of the party. He was always reliable when it came to a good stiff drink and a great political debate. When he married Lady Debra Onasis of House Vescovi on August 21st, 1980, it was an arranged marriage between his father King Leonardo, and her father Duke Julian.

They might not have been in love at least but both cared for one another. When Debra gave birth to Leo in 1982, Constantine was thrilled as were his parents. But Debra was not. She loved her son deeply and dearly but life as Queen of Cordonia wasn't what she thought it would be. The pressure became too much for her and she left. Leaving Constantine to raise Leo by himself until he met young Eleanor Anyango on a diplomatic trip to Auvernal and the rest became history until her untimely death.

He was much older and set in his old ways when he met Regina Amaranth in Fydelia. But was smitten nonetheless. When they married Leo was 17 and Marquise was 13. Both care deeply for their stepmother as she does for them.

Marquise will admit that his father wasn't always the easiest to get along with. They butted heads more often than not but Marquise loved his father nonetheless. So when it was revealed that he was behind the plot to frame Shanelle, Marquise took it hard. He couldn't believe that his father would be so nefarious and yet he was. It changed their relationship entirely. With Marquise wondering if he could even fully trust his dad ever again.

It wasn't until Constantine died saving him that the voice in his head that questioned their relationship was silenced for good. Because as his father laid there dying none of it mattered. All that mattered was trying to save him. He needed to save him. He had to. There was so much that he needed to say, so much he wanted to say but he never got the chance to.

So whenever he looked at his father's portrait, he can't help but wonder what he would've said to him. But today he was brought out of his reverie by a knock at his door.

“Come in!” he announced.

An aide stepped in.

“Pardon the interruption your majesty, but Lord Vancoeur would like a word in private with you.”

Marquise rolled his eyes internally.

“Let him in.”

“Yes, my king.”

The aide disappeared then reappeared with Neville trailing behind him.

“Thank you. That will be all.”

“Yes, your majesty. Your Grace.”

The aide soon left and it was just him and Neville.

“Neville! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I came by to discuss your new tax hike on the nobility.”

“Please have a seat, Lord Vancoeur.”

Neville took a seat across from him.

“Now, what would you like to discuss?”

“Simple. I demand that you rescind the new tax law immediately.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. It's a frivolous law. And I want it stricken down! We are the populace’s betters! We should not be paying more in taxes! We should be living as the nobility that we are!”

Marquise schooled his annoyance behind a stoic mask.

“You do realize that's not how this works right?”

Neville scoffed.

“It is where our mutual friends are concerned. I would hate for them to have to force you and your wife to change the law.”

Marquise set his jaw as his eyebrow twitched.

“After all, we're both members, Marquise.”

“Your Majesty.” Marquise corrected him.

“There was nothing wrong with what I just said to you.”

“Actually there is. You may be a member of the Via Imperii but not only are you a very low member on their totem pole Neville but you're still Cordonian nobility so long as I allow you to be.”

“Oh come now Marquise! You can't be–”

“So don't you dare for one second think that I'm not well within my right as your monarch to strip you and your house of your lands and titles!” Marquise sneered.

Neville sank into his seat.

“That's what I thought. Now get out of my office, Lord Vancoeur.”

Neville got up without a word.

“Oh! And one more thing! You ever call me by my first name again, and I will personally see to it that you are thrown into a dungeon just for annoying the hell out of me.”

The color drained from Neville’s face.

“Have a good rest of your day.”

And just like that Marquise was alone once again.

Hearing the Via Imperii’s name, much less speaking it, always put him in a bad headspace. This is why he struggles with his wife being part of The Circle. He trusts her implicitly but he's seen firsthand what lengths they're willing to go to, to get what they want.

A prime example of this was them revealing that he has a younger sister. While he is happy to have Lena in his life and wants to have some kind of relationship with her, it's not lost on him that she works for the very organization that bankrolled the men that killed his mother. Not to mention the fact they only revealed her to force his hand and have Cordonia join their ranks. But what is his majesty to do? It's damned if you do and damned if you don't.

3:54 pm.

After all his meetings were over, it was time for the family to head to Volterias. When he got to the main staircase he was greeted by his daughter.

“Daddy!”

She ran up and nearly took him out at the knees.

“Hello my princess. How was your day?”

“It was good daddy. I missed you.”

He picked her up.

“I missed you too, my love.”

“Uh-huh. And what about me?”

Shanelle looked at her husband with an expectant eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“Of course I've missed you, my queen.”

He kisses her sweetly with Khari wriggling in his arms.

“Much better your majesty. Now, are we ready to go?”

“Yes, my queen. Let us be off to Duchy Volterias.”

“Yay! We get to go home!” Khari squealed.

Marquise smiled at his daughter.

“Yes, my love. We do.”

Soon they were off to his queen’s duchy. 2 hours later they were pulling up to the estate and Khari was ready to get out of the SUV.

“Home sweet home! Right, Ozzie?” Khari asked Ozzie. His only response was a bark which seemed to be in agreement. As they walked across the bridge his majesty began to think about dinner.

“So what are my girls hungry for tonight?”

“Can we make pizza daddy?”

“Of course, little one.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and smirked at her husband.

“Never thought I'd see a King be a pushover but here we are.”

Marquise cut his eyes at his wife.

“At this very moment, I am a dad. Not a king. And if my precious little one wants pizza for dinner then we are going to have pizza for dinner!” he said matter of factly.

Shanelle simply shrugged as they walked into the manor. It didn't take them long to cover the kitchen in cornmeal, olive oil, tomato sauce, and various pizza toppings. And after waiting for them to bake, the pizzas were done and demolished. And after dinner, it was movie night in the master bedroom.

8:37 pm.

“Okay pumpkin what are we watching tonight?”

“Can we watch Moana mommy?”

Marquise let out a grateful sigh that she didn't want to watch Frozen for the millionth time.

“Of course, pumpkin.”

“Moana it is!” the King proclaimed as they settled into watching Moana.

Not even an hour later his majesty found himself as a pillow for both of his girls. With his wife on his right and his daughter on his left. He shook his head and chuckled softly.

“Happens every time…”

He quietly picked up his snoring daughter and put her to bed in her room.

“Goodnight my princess. I'll see you in the morning.”

When he returned to the bedroom Shanelle had changed into one of his dress shirts and was under the covers.

“That's my shirt!”

“I know. It smells like your Prada Cologne.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You weren't asleep, were you?”

“I dozed for a bit but I woke up when you went to put little bit to bed. Now get over here.”

“So bossy!” he teased.

“Queen.”

“By proxy.”

“Still Queen.”

Marquise rolled his eyes with a smirk before crawling into bed with his wife.

“I've been so busy with our girl I haven't had time to ask you how the luncheon went.”

He heard Shanelle groan.

“That bad?”

“I was stuck in a room full of female Nevilles.”

He winced.

“Yikes! And I thought my run-in with him earlier was bad.”

“Whatever you’re imagining…imagine it being…10…times…worse.”

Marquise shuddered.

“My poor love. I'm sorry you had to endure that.”

“It was awful…”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead while softly running his knuckles along her spine.

“Ne t'inquiète pas mon amour. Je suis ici maintenant.”

She snuggled against his chest.

“Let me make you feel better.”

He tilted her chin then kissed her softly. He loves the feel of her lips on his. He loves how soft her lips always are. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his lap. Instinctively, his hands went to her waist to hold her in place as their kiss deepened. When the kiss ended Shanelle was feeling quite satisfied.

“Better?”

“I’ll say.”

“That's not a yes. So it looks like I must continue.”

“Yes, you should.”

He kissed her again. But this kiss was more intense than the last and left her dizzy.

“Damn! What did I do to deserve a kiss like that?”

“You stole my heart and never gave it back.”

She playfully shoved him.

“Uh-huh. But seriously how was your day? You mentioned something about Neville.”

“Yeah. He's not happy about the new tax hike on the nobility.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“He even mentioned telling our…mutual friends that shall remain nameless.”

Shanelle’s eyebrows shot up.

“He threatened you?!”

“Vaguely. Until I reminded him of his position in the Via Imperii and his station here in Cordonia.”

“The damn nerve!”

“That’s the Vancoeur family for you. His mother Lady Beatrice and older brother Gorman are just as bad. And his father Luther is even worse than the two of them combined.”

“Then maybe we should pay a visit to Comery Isle. Just to remind them of their betters.”

Marquise smirked.

“You're evil my queen!”

“Well, I mean I am in the land of apples. While living a fairytale life so…”

“That is just one reason why I love you.”

“You better.”

“My love, there is no other for me but you.”

“I'm not so sure your daughter would agree.”

“Okay fine. There is no other woman for me but you.”

“Much better.”

He looked at her with pure adoration.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what my love?”

“Make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world?”

“Because you are my love. You always will be.”

“Ever the hopeless romantic.”

“You love it.”

“Oh I do. I really do. Now I think it's time that we got you out of these clothes my king.”

“The Queen has decreed it! So shall it be!”

They both worked to get him undressed. He groaned as she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants. She loved feeling him shiver at her touch. After he was naked, he tangled his right hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could run his tongue along her collarbone. Hearing her gasp softly sent a chill down his spine.

“While you look great in my shirt, I need it gone. I want your skin, not fabric.” he whispered before nipping the bottom of her left ear.

“Then take it off your majesty.”

“Yes, my queen.”

He deftly unbuttoned the shirt, stopping to kiss every inch of her exposed skin before tossing it aside. When he looked at her his heart skipped a beat. He still couldn't believe that the beautiful black woman before him, is his wife and queen. Everything about her amazes him. Her drive, her determination, her everlasting love for him and their daughter, her wit, and especially her heart leaves him speechless.

Never in a million years did he expect to fall in love with someone like her. When they met at her old bar in D.C. he came for the drinks, the food, the possible debauchery, and his friends. But he stayed for her.

“You are a Goddess.”

“It's about damn time someone noticed my talents.”

“There is nothing that I don't miss when it comes to you, my love.”

“There is one thing you missed.”

“What?”

“You missed a spot here.”

She tapped her bottom lip.

“Nah. I didn't miss it. I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.”

With that, he kissed her again while tightening his arms around her. He didn't want to let her go. He gently leaned her back so he could kiss along her sternum and down her chest. He loves to shower her with love, affection, and kisses. His Queen. His Goddess.

He looked up to see her biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed. He slid his left hand to her neck and brought her lips to his. He wanted to taste her. He needed to. This moment is where she became a fetish. She broke their kiss to look into his eyes.

“I need you.”

“I am yours, my queen.”

“Take me.”

“I was waiting for you to say something.”

He drove his tongue into her mouth as he pulled her closer and into position. He winked at her before bringing her down onto him. He took a sharp breath while she gasped softly.

“Yes…”

His grip on her hips tightened as he started to move her in sync with him. He loved feeling her fit around him like a glove. She laid her hands on his broad chest as she rode her husband.

“You are infuckingcredible!” he said through clenched teeth.

He loved to hold her still then plow into her again and again. He would just barely pull out of her before thrusting back in. Never giving her inner walls a full chance to adjust.

“Fuck! Yessssssss! Just like that!”

He loved to see the lust in her eyes and hear the pleasure in her voice and feel her body respond to him. She went from scratching his chest to her nails digging into his wrist. He took that as a sign that she was close. And truth be told, so was he.

She bounced up and down riding him hard. Feeling her grip on his length, drove him insane. He took advantage of the situation and began thrusting his hips harder. He watched her close her eyes. With one final thrust of his hips, her orgasm snapped and sent her into a sweet oblivion with him right behind her.

That was it, all, ball game. Marquise held her close as they came down from their combined high. She snuggled against his chest, completely satisfied.

“That was…”

“Amazing? I know. You know that I live to please you, my queen.”

She rolled her eyes with a sly smile. He kissed her forehead softly as he rubbed her back. He felt her body become heavier.

“You should get some sleep.”

“Mmmhmm.”

He chuckled softly.

“Goodnight my queen.”

“Goodnight…”

It didn't take her long after that to drift off to sleep. As he laid there with his queen in his arms, he took a small moment to be thankful. Even with everything else in his life seemingly going awry, he was thankful for her. He was thankful for their daughter. He was grateful for quiet moments like these.

Because these moments became his new normal.