#otp: if you kiss me I'll throw up

[youngpettyqueen]

running with the idea that Trapper thinks Hawkeye is dead due to the Incident in “The Late Captain Pierce”, scenario where after the war ends Trapper finally makes himself go to Crabapple Cove to visit Hawkeye’s grave and he finds the late Mrs Pierce’s grave but he can’t find Hawkeye’s and he awkwardly asks someone he finds visiting the graveyard where he can find the grave of one Benjamin Franklin Pierce, explains they were close during the war, and the person looks at him with complete and utter confusion like “you mean Dr Pierce? I mean, yeah, he visits his mom here most Saturdays, but I think it’d be more appropriate to just go to his house. He lives up the road”

and that’s how Trapper finds out Hawkeye isn’t, in fact, dead

[withahappyrefrain]

“I love you, but that’s a terrible idea” from the January OTP prompts for Jake and Venus pretty please :) 

"I love you, but that's a terrible idea," Venus stated, taking her eyes off the screen to face her husband.

"So is that a no?" Jake asked, trying to emulate a puppy dog with his green eyes. If their relationship was still fresh, it would have worked.

"You're really asking that in regards to our baby having a cowboy themed nursery?" Venus deadpanned.

"It's cute! They can have little cowboy boots and a stuffed horse, as well as some-"

"We are not getting them Longhorn themed stuff Jake. I was lenient with the dog, but I draw the line at indoctrinating our children," she placed her hands on her stomach. While she was far from showing, it was already an instinct.

"I want it to be known that I did not indulge that much when it came to getting Okra Longhorn themed things. They have one jersey and one toy," Jake said, putting his hands up in defense.

"And what, you think that deserves a reward or something?" Venus rolled her eyes as she paused the Bachelor episode she and Jake had been watching.

"I think we should at least get baby Seresin a matching jersey. Think of how cute the pictures would be. We could also get them a horsie blanket, a brown cow ottoman-"

"Did you say brown cow ottoman? Wait, have you been looking at stuff already?"

Jake moved so he was sitting next to her on the couch. Grabbing his hand with one hand and placing the other on her stomach.

"I'm not an amateur V, I have a Pinterest board," Jake said with the complete sincerity that she both loved and was confused by.

"I'm only six weeks along, why the rush?" She asked, resting her head on Jake's shoulder. The smell of Cedarwood calmed her, reminding her that he was here. She snaked an arm around his shoulders, her fingers quickly finding his scalp to massage.

Jake sighed, fighting back the urge to roll it off. She would know and he knew better. Plus she would stop her world famous massages.

Always a step ahead, she quickly added, "And don't tell me it's nothing because I have that pregnancy intuition now."

Jake's brows knitted together, "Pregnancy intuition?"

"Yeah, I'm like ninety percent sure it's a thing."

Jake rolled his eyes, though a small smile remained on his face, "Is that what you're going to say when you want to be right?"

She leaned in, a devious smirk on her face, "Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?"

The comment got a smile out of Jake, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders as he laughed. A domino effect, as it got a laugh out of Venus as well, her smirk melting away into a sweet smile.

Jake shifted, laying his head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"This upcoming class is going to be tough according to Cyclone which means I'll be spending more time at work and I... I don't want to miss anything."

Instead of responding immediately, she simply pressed a kiss to his forehead. Her hand found his, bringing it to her stomach.

"You're not going to miss anything. I mean, probably me throwing up-"

"But then who's going to hold your hair?" Jake asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

He truly didn't want to miss anything.

Call it pregnancy hormones or being in love for years, but it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

"I have ponytail holders. But I promise, you will be the first to know when baby Seresin is making me throw up. And you'll be there to set up our nursery, which will not be cowboy themed but I'm willing to entertain the idea of a baby cow ottoman to rest my feet on."

It brought a smile to Jake's face, though it didn't completely put his mind at ease. This would be his first true test as a Top Gun instructor and it couldn't have come at a worse time.

"Besides, if Cyclone keeps you from me, I'll call him personally," Venus explained as she reached for the remote, resuming the rose ceremony.

"How....how do you have his number?" Jake asked, thoughts of missing baby time being replaced by the potential of his wife committing some kind of felony.

"I have my sources," was all she said before getting the bowl of popcorn.

It took Jake a few moments before it hit him.

"Bob?"

"Wanted to thank me for introducing him to his wife."

[dotster001]

Day 26: Imagine your otp handing out candy in amusing couples costumes

Summary: Leona x gn!reader

"Leona, c'mon…."

"Not on your life, herbivore."

Even though your boyfriend was a fourth year, and off campus, he had agreed to come back to Ramshackle to help you and Grim run your station, since Crowley decided you should actually do one this year. 

To your credit, you had told Leona what the costumes would be ahead of time. He just must not have taken you seriously. And now he was hiding in one of the Ramshackle rooms.

"Leona, baby, please," you pleaded, eying a very restless Grim, who was about to start eating your candy supply.

"Look, I came all the way here, that should be support enough," he growled.

You were about to make a come back about how he was the one who offered to come in the first place, but Grim beat you to it, banging his kitty fists against the door.

"The Great Grim is HUNGRY! My Henchhuman says we can't leave without you, and if we can't leave, we can't have candy, so COME OUT OR I'LL BLOW THE DOOR DOWN!"

                                       ….

You…you didn't think Grim was capable of actually blowing the door down. You looked in in horror at the remaining splinters of the door, as Grim looked at you apologetically, and Leona laughed boisterously.

"Gotta hand it to you, fur ball, you got some bite to you," he laughed.

Grim scowled, "this is all your fault, you big nasty lion!"

Leona just laughed again, before sighing heavily, and standing up to wrap his arms around you.

"I'm sorry your cat is so trigger happy," he muttered, pressing a kiss or two to your neck. You shot him a nasty glare.

"Honestly, both of you!" You tried to throw your arms up in exasperation, but Leona's arms around you were too tight for that.

"Grim, we've talked about this, fireballs aren't the answer, and Leona. What's wrong with dragon costumes?" You asked almost hysterically.

"What do you mean what's wrong with dragon costumes?" He growled.

"What do you mean, what do you mean?" You growled back as best your average human vocal cords could allow.

His hold on you hadn't loosened, despite his apparent anger.

"It is a proud tradition, dating back to last year, that we at Ramshackle have a dragon theme," you said, rolling your eyes, and trying to squirm out of your boyfriend's grip.

His grip tightened, and he resumed pressing kisses to your neck, saying, "And who started that tradition, my sweet innocent herbivore?" 

" Malleus…oh," you giggled.

"That's right, the damned lizard,so… hey stop laughing. You are in no position to laugh."

"Oh, I think I am, kitty cat, cause it looks to me like you're too scared to dress up like Malleus Draconi…ah!" 

You got cut off by Leona quickly turning you so you faced him, and kissing you deeply.

"Keep his name out of your mouth, and I'll wear the stupid costume," he purred against your mouth.

You were about to agree to the terms, when Grim went running out of the room, crying, "Ew! Cooties!"

You sighed, agreed to his terms, then ran after Grim to, hopefully, save your candy, while your boyfriend finished changing into his costume.

[nsewell]

17, 20, 31, 32, & 58 for nate and gen pleaaaase <33

otp asks.

17. who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

so nate is very much the instigator at the begining of their relationship for most everything but espescially the physical aspects, gen is just. very slow moving with initiating that kind of stuff until they reach a certain point, i think it even surprises her that it's something she wants to do and has to get comfortable with, she can be touch averse. however the dynamic shifts once gen feels more settled and then she's definetely the one more likely to drag him down by the lappels at unexpected moments and lay one on him

20. choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship?

i'll cheat and pick 2 because i think their relationship has different flavors to it, the swept up passion and the undercurrent of tension from all the secrets

the louvre by lorde

well, summer slipped us underneath her tongue / our days and nights are perfumed with obsession / half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor / use our eyes, throw our hands overboard

good looking by suki waterhouse

the skyline falls as i try to make sense of it all / i thought i'd learned all of your secrets but turns out there's more / you adored me before / oh, my good looking boy

30. your otp gets to pick out each other's outfits: what is each wearing?

ooh i'll do date night fits as the context is actually something i see happening in my canon for them, they both get off a little on this ^^. nate would love to dress her in something that belongs to him, probably that he's owned for a long time, like a blazer or his leather jacket that would be oversized on her, layered on top of a black dress bc he knows it's her favorite color to wear. and then he'd adorn her with jewelry he bought for her, silver of course, she's a winter color season. she would take him out his layering and put him in a button down with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. in his little chinos with a belt on and his hair down and loose it's so over for her she thinks he looks his best when he's dressed like a whorish college professor

32. who's the better storyteller?

nate can weave a better tale just because gen tends to get caught up in minor details and specifics, just gets too pragmatic. as a child she was always interrupting bedtime stories with endless why's and how come's that would drive her nanny up the wall

58. who's more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

gennnn absolutely gen the instance where nate tries to prevent her from defending herself did not go over well in book 3, in the aftermath she chose pointedly not to sit by him lol. she will withhold affection, she can be petty and unhealthy about things! she does not have a good frame of reference for healthy relationships so communication can be a bit of an impasse with her. she's growing be patient with her nate.

[stunt-lads]

about

Alecks/Ecks

They/Them

30s (Minors, I would prefer you not interact with me)

Multishipper; no real otp for most series, I just throw two+ people together and make them kiss. (Ships are always tagged with the ship name ♡)

Polytheistic Pagan; recovering from xtian trauma and upbringing

Chronically tired and mentally ill

Very firmly Anti-Censorship; I like fucked up characters and dark content and don't think policing fiction gets anyone anywhere

I don't care what you ship; I hope you enjoy your ships even if I don't like them*

Horror movies are my favorite ♡

Cringe Culture is dead, and I killed it with my self-insert/OC × Canon content

My writing blog for tips, resources, and prompts is @inkstains-and-whispers

My AO3 is here ♡ and I don't mind requests! (Just no guarantees I'll be able/inspired enough to write them)

My blog for selfshipping is private but ask off anon and I can send it your way! (Same with my adult sideblog! ♡)

If you need something tagged lmk ♡

* - Since it's been a recurring point of contention and issue, I feel it necessary to be upfront with the things I ship, so here's a non exhaustive list of walking dead ships I indulge in the creation and/or consumption of:

Rick/Negan

Rick/Daryl

Negan/Daryl

Negan/Lucille (bat and/or wife)

Rick/Carl

Negan/Carl

Merle/Daryl

Daryl/Carl

Daryl/Connie

Daryl/Abraham

Rick/Michonne

Glenn/Maggie

Rick/Shane

Italics signify favorites ♡

The following ships I don't really like and therefore I don't ship or create for, apologies to any shippers of these, I just don't have an interest in creating or consuming content about them:

Carol/Daryl (but only romantically, if we're talking platonic soulmates I've been here since the beginning ◇)

Daryl/Beth

Rick/Michonne/Daryl

Negan/Maggie

Daryl/Aaron

Daryl/Jesus

(I also ship the Winchesters together, meaning Sam/Dean, John/Sam, John/Dean, John/Sam/Dean are all ships I like for different reasons.)

Now that everyone knows there's no reason for people to get pissy if I reblog something that's properly tagged. ♡

[lesbian-in-leather]

For the fandom ships ask; Merlin, and Once upon a time?

Oooh thank you!!

Merlin

OTP: This is not going to be the popular choice but honestly,,, Merlin/Morgana. I think they had such a facinating dynamic and I would have loved to see the writers follow through with it, especially in the later series. Doomed from the start and intrinsically linked, everyone telling him it's a bad idea for different reasons, everyone telling her she couldn't possibly be with him........ yeah, that's the good shit

Favourite canon pairing: Arthur and Gwen were SO cute and I'm happy for them (and their third, Merlin)

Worst pairing ever: Gwen/Lancelot, specifically when he got back because obviously. He wasn't him, she was spelled, and worst of all, there was never any resolution. Still haunted by the fact that everyone expect Merlin (including Gwen herself) really thinks she just. Cheated on Arthur. Heartbreaking

Guilty pleasure pairing: Morgana and Gwen <3 They're so cute and also the HEARTBREAK,,, when Morgana comes back and Gwen pretends to still be her friend and,,,,,,,,, THEM. The guilty part comes from the fact that I know a lot of this ship comes form the "get the women out of the way for mlm ship" mentality, but that's obviously not why I like it soooooo

A pairing you want to see more: Honestly both Morgana/Gwen and Merlin/Morgana. I know everyone loves Arthur/Merlin and they ARE fuckin valid and cute, but I really feel more people should multi-ship because Merlin has SUCH good dynamics with other people, and despite people *saying* they ship Morgana/Gwen there is a suspicious lack of content for them

That pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Honestly I feel like I haven't spent enough time in the fandom for this?? I can't think of any, but that might just be because, again, I am a shameless multi-shipper and polyam enjoyer

Favourite non-romantic pair: Gwen and Merlin! I know they had a lil fling early on, but they became such a solid platonic duo and also I think it'd be really funny when they just casually mention that one time they kissed. Everyone would be scandalous (Arthur especially. "What do you mean you kissed Merlin before me??")

Once Upon a Time

OTP: Swanqueen!!!!! Obviously. They were in LOVE and I will DIE on this hill

Favourite canon pairing: Okay okay okay I know this is controversial BUT. For the reasons of "I enjoy fucked up people and their fucked up dynamics" ........Rumple/Evil Queen

Worst pairing ever: Robin/Regina. I liked that she was happy and that's about the only good thing I have to say about it like,,, come on. I just. Why

Guilty pleasure pairing: Okay okay hear me out. Captain Hook/Evil Queen. I just feel like, in the enchanted forest,,,,,,,, some shit happened. And I also think it makes their dynamic funnier when they meet again in Storybrook (see the non-romantic pair)

A pairing you want to see more: Ruby/Belle! Ruby was obviously fruity af and I always thought they'd be a cute couple but there is. not much support there lmao

That pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Honestly? Belle/Rumple. She deserved better! Girlie was NOT down with the atrocities and they were wayyyy too much a part of him. Every time he tried to twist himself in knots to be a Good Person (especially when he was the Dark One?? Like, we saw with Emma, it was such a strong compulsion warping their minds, he very much tried to resist it but he also. Literally couldn't. The fuckin saviour couldn't like why are you blaming him) and failed, she'd get so mad and leave and then,,,, the writers would throw them back together again. Like lads. Let them go. Please

Favourite non-romantic pair: Regina/Killian. I think their interactions were SO fucking funny and she hated him so much. The bullying. The nicknames. Him sitting there like a wet cat. His best scenes were when he was alone with her and wish we'd lent into that instead of pushing his ~relationship~ with Emma

Send me a fandom and I'll answer these questions!

[ramshacklestar]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I do not actually have a OTP for Yuuna, and she's relatively open to anyone and everyone. I however do not personally care for (though rare but it exists) GrimxYuu and humanoid OrthoxYuu, but I'd be open to an au scenario where Ortho actually survived~.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

There really isn't a limit when it comes to what I'll rp, I personally do not have any triggers but the concept of non intimate related physical abuse (ie: spanking, grabbing onto each other in the heat of the moment, etc.) is not something I'm comfortable with. So as long as we remain tame in that sort of department, we'll be golden.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Age of consent varies country by country, so long as our muses are at the age of consent you're not too young.

Are you selective when shipping?

Big yes, though I do enjoy a lot of the Yuu ships I see I'm not the type to straight up throw my muse at my rp partners without discussing the idea with them first, and would love if I was given the same courtesy.

I do also prefer to be writing with my rp partner and have some semblance of chemistry formed between our muses before we start to talk about that. If you have the idea to ship your muse with mine I'll certainly hear you out at any point but Yuuna's not the type to be instantly head over heels in love.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I'm not uncomfortable with writing NSFW, I'm just also not very good at it, so when we get to the point in which the passionate hugging part is happening I will typically fade at that point.

However; kissing, touching, pressing up close to each other, clothing discarding, that is open and welcome.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

At this current time I have an AzulxYuu ship, a RuggiexYuu ship, and a FloydxYuu ship but those are not exclusive and I am definitely willing to ship with duplicates and potentially other Yuu's as well if the other rper and myself agree on that.

Yuu is a open character and I am adaptive to many different fandoms (so long as they aren't part of my hard no fandoms cause of the toxicity), so Yuu is shippable in any sort of situation. Just know though, she is complicated to ship with due to her being pretty oblivious to someone having feelings for her.

Thus why I only really have 3 ships at this time

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

I do prefer we at least talk about the idea first but you don't directly need to ask if we can ship our characters. Just popping in my dm's and being like 'hey I think our characters would work well together' will get you a response either ranging on some form of yes or agreement or it'll be a matter of me saying perhaps we should rp a bit first and feel it out.

I'm not going to outright say hard no on any ships, aside from the underage thing or one of my two NOTP's but if I'm just not feeling it I will let you know that at least.

I will say though despite the relationship between Mc, Ace and Deuce I will not immediate ship simply because the characters get along in the game. This also goes for the McxMal relationship; so please just don't do that :3

How often do you like to ship?

I love exploring shipping ideas with people, and if I happen to be feeling it I will also likely slide into your dm's. But that's not the point of this rp blog either and Yuu is more that character that wants to primarily be your friend before being your girlfriend/lover.

Are you multiship?

Yes, it is also not limited to just the twst fandom.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more-or-less typically, again I didn't make the blog for the sole purpose of shipping. I certainly enjoy shipping though.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

All I'll say is there's at least 3 at the top cause I can't decide which I like more. >;3

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Talk to me :) my discord is available for mutuals or if you just want to dm me here that works just as well. I'm a pretty open person and will certainly respond when you send me a message, may not be immediate cause work and life, but I'm not the type of person to fully ghost another.

Tagged by: @wishkept

Tagging: @kkriitters, @sleeplesswork, @halfafishandawholehuman, @paramythas (whoever you're feeling)for the 4 of you) & anyone else who wants to do it~

[izloveshorses]

For the OTP asks: 3, 11, 30 and 50 for Dimya and 6, 13, 19, and 21 for Rebelcaptain (don't feel obligated to answer all of them lol)

okay for dimya:

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

absolutely. i mean we talk about anya wearing his shirts all the time, but his little scarf?? vests?? yes. those too. dmitry's got longer limbs than anya but maybe he steals her coat for fun. can we consider him wearing her necklace 🧐👀

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

anya will try to conceal her feelings but dmitry can always tell, it's written all over her face. i feel like dmitry tries to spare her from his unpleasant emotions but, even if she can't tell What he's thinking, she can see something is on his mind. (and she finds it incredibly annoying that he can read her so easily but he's always been so difficult to read)

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

in a modern au, i feel like this is what they would pick out for one another 😌 anya likes him in a (patterned) button up and dmitry likes her in a skirt. what can i say <3

if we're talking something swanky, she would definitely pick out that maroon suit he wore to the parade opening, and he's always gonna pick out something blue for her <3 (lowkey believe in canon he picked out the blue dress for her and she picked out his blue suit for him, but that's another post to make)

50. who’s more likely to do something out of spite?

anya lol. girlie can get Mad <3

now for rebelcaptain:

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

oof. Jyn ~Abandonment Issues~ Erso vs Cassian ~I Burn Myself To Make A Sunrise I Know I'll Never See~ Jeron Andor......... or! Cassian begging Jyn to stay with the rebellion post-scarif. i cannot decide.

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

Cassian, for sure

19. How do they feel about PDA?

I feel like they're really Weird about it at first lol. like since their upbringing wasn't exactly Relaxed they don't really know what people hold hands for? what's the purpose? what are you doing, stop i need that? why would you even consider kissing me in front of god and the entire rebel base hello?? but later as they get a little more secure with each other they're really chill about it. They aren't super touchy-feely in public, but sometimes they'll hold hands during a briefing or something.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other’s honor? Who tends to the other’s wounds?

Jyn definitely throws hands with anyone who even looks at Cassian a little funny. but it's fine bc he cleans the blood off of her knuckles later <3

Obligatory OTP Asks

[derelictheretic]

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @clicheantagonist and @baldurrs (Thank you!!) to list 5-10 songs that describe or relate to my fav otp/personal ship(s) ! Stuck to my fc5 ones for this <3

Tagging: @viktor-sinclaire @trashcatsnark @bluemojave @ishwaris @unholymilf @roofgeese @sukoshimikan @detectivelokis @strangefable @necro-hamster @deputyash @rejected-beater @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @i-am-the-balancing-point

I just went with 5 songs for each ship, I've been obsessed with Sleep Token recently so they have snuck into a few playlists lmao

Spotify

Clueless by Ellie Williams

Do you think she has seen i'm captivated by her speech?

Or is she clueless?

The Only Exception by Paramore

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with lonlieness

I Love you but you make me cry by Elthia

You try to protect yourself

So I have to rip through you

I Wish I never Met You by Babygirl

I wish I knew forever would end so soon

I wish I never kissed you in my living room

Enemies by Lauv

Oh tell me, why did we throw away the love we had?

And tell me why do, why do we love to make it hurt so bad?

Spotify

River by Bishop Riggs

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Your love is better than cocaine

I need you more than oxeygyn

Room For Two by Will Knox

If there is a heaven

I hope I go to hell with you

John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

Granite by Sleep Token

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat

And you were more than somebody I was destined to meet

Spotify

I love you baby by Surf Mesa, Emilee

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you baby, to warm these lonely nights

Dance Alone by Talya Parx

Left hand up, right hand on the bible

You walked in, I was dead on arrival

Angel of small death and the Codeine scene by Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

My Attic by P!nk

I will give you all my secrets

If you promise you can brave my attic

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Say that you love me

Fool me, fool me

Spotify

It Will Come Back by Hozier

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, I will come back

Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray

And I know it's true, vision are seldom what they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Alkaline by Sleep Token

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

Deity by Valeree

I'll be your deity, fall to your knees

Oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets

Religion by ZAND

My angel's most polite

When I am on my knees

Spotify

Hit Me With a Kiss by Solo

And when he hit me with his kiss

I tasted whiskey on my lips

Persia by Until The Ribbon Breaks

If I can't be your prince

Then I like to whisper, I'd like to leave you in my fingerprints

Love Is A Weapon by Letdown.

It's just a masochistic love

I've got the push under your shove

I Go Hungry by Mother Mother

When I go hungry I go nail and tooth

When I go hungry, I go hungry, I go hungry

Puppy Pound by Jazmin Bean

Normally i'm no stray, you won't find me in the lost and found

So why'd you make me feel like I am in the goddamn puppy pound?

Spotify

Power by Isak Danielson

When you move, you make my oceans move too

If I hear my name I will run your way

I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

Our mistakes, they were bound to be made

But I promise you I'll keep you safe

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

And Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

The Summoning by Sleep Token

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you as a sign from God

His Hands by Blegh

But you know I was still down on my knees

Like it was a religion

[xcalibxr]

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?  

Hello there! As far as I have seen, there's not a bunch of extremely popular ships out there for Drake which means there's so much potential for ships, but my OTPs for Drake are SmoDrake, LawDrake, ZoroDrake, and Drake with @akagamiko's Shanks (I LOVE DRANKS OK!!!!!! NEVER WOULDA THUNK BUT HERE WE ARE!!!) There's also a lot of ships I've never explored, so there may be a new OTP on the horizon!!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?  

Okay, SO! If you're character is 18-19 and wants to ship with Drake who is 33, it's just not gonna happen. I'm sorry. That's a 15 year age gap, BUT that only bothers me if the character is 18 or 19 years old. 2 years ago they'd be 16-17 and Drake, 31. NO. Please. Just no. Once you hit 20, DO AS YOU PLEASE, but please don't throw your 18 or 19 year old over here and expect Drake to be wooed. I will block you without hesitation.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?  

Once the clothes are off, I'm tagging it NOT SAFE FOR DINOS (nsfd as you may see in the future) !!! Touching, kissing, straight up making out feels pretty suggestive to me and I'll put like a suggestive tag on it, but that's pretty safe for dinos!!!

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?  

I enjoy the build up and everything that happens after. The slowburn is excellent. The yearning. Lingering glances--or touches--secretly when the person is distracted or SLEEPING OR faking it off as swatting a fly or getting something out of their hair---all of THAT.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH? 

Other characters who I think would be interesting to pair with Drake would be Killer, Kid, Katakuri, King--damn, that's alotta K's--Hina, O-Kiku (VERY RECENTLY DISCOVERED THIS might work), ROBIN, Nami (ginger couple), IKKAKU (learning of Fossil Fuels through RP). I can also try OCs--I used to write several tbh, and Drake has had a lovely relationship with @bucketfullofocs Aya before I was lured away to Pokemon Fandom and gave Drake a break cause we didn't see him for a long time. I've even dabbed a pinky into Drake and Corazon (a Still Lived Corazon AU I think) and the possibility was surprisingly nice. I guess I'm just a sucker for people bigger than Drake and much smaller than Drake PFFFFF.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? 

I have no problems with people asking if they can ship with me, but once that happens, lets have a few interactions and see how they mesh! If I've chatted with you and I like you, I think it'd be a bit easier to do.

However if we've never interacted before and you wanna ship, we DEFINETELY have to see how our characters will mesh with each other.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I LOVE writing my OTPs because it makes me happy and I enjoy shipping AND considering Drake's backstory, he just honestly feels INCREDIBLY LUCKY that someone actually wants HIM like, this mans hit the jackpot!!!, but I wouldn't say I'm ship-obsessed.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? 

LawDrake held the top spot then SmoDrake came for my neck, but now since I've seen this incredible artist draw ZoroDrake/DreZo/ZoDre on TWITTER, I have written at least 10 fanworks and it is KING. Seeing them interact on WANO WAS SO. GOOD. DAMNIT. They were just fighting / arguing tho HAHAHAA. Two himbos together is amazing, ok?

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?  

Memes or just send something into my inbox! Just get the ball rolling. Ask about it after some interacts! That's all ya need!

tagging: i dont remember who i grabbed this from BUT DO IT!! perhaps @videcoeur ?

[beansterpie]

4 for the ask game. as a challenge

LMFAO TY CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

4. say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

Ok I'm gonna do a couple, for shits and giggles. I feel like the obvious one here that you're probably thinking of is g*tsca, so I'll start with that.

I think g*tsca actually has a lot of potential for really interesting character exploration on either side, though in my case I would probably only like it in a this-ship-is-bound-to-fail kind of way. But I say that affectionately, because I think those kinds of dynamics are really interesting. I also generally do enjoy Guts and Casca as a duo, I really enjoyed their budding friendship before the romance started-- Um. I like, theoretically, that they would be a Fighter Couple™, and could support each other in that way. Uh. This is hard. Oh you know what, I think their first kiss is drawn in an objectively very cute way. Yeah that's about all I have.

Whatever, moving on.

I'm gonna throw in h*rumamo from es21, which is a funny one for me because I used to ship it back in the day. And there's plenty to like about it-- it's clearly the pair that's being ship teased in canon, and I like that they're presented as intellectual equals to the point that she becomes one of his few confidants (well, about football anyway). Mamori has no issues standing up to Hiruma, and I enjoy their friendship and bickering dynamic!

alright good enough.

Thanks for the ask!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

jack for the ask thing. tell me about ur boy

@thetardigrape also asked me about him but Jess got here first lol

So. Favorite thing about him: There are so many great things about him but I'm just gonna go with that he's Ed's evil ex, which tells me a lot of information about my best beloved blorbo. Thank you, Jack for opening my eyes.

least favorite: He doesn't get enough screen time. I want more of him.

Favoriate line: Oh god there are so many good ones but the one that broke my brain personally was "Blackie and I have had our dalliances" and "Sorry, Pissed on you boots." The whole piss scene is my favoriate Jack scene and I'm kissing him on the mouth for it.

brOTP and OTP are the same for him: these two

Look at them, they're so The Hangover.

nOTP: I don't really have any for him. If you assert he would fuck a character I can come up with a scenario for them that I don't hate. Maybe Chauncey? Just because I can't get horny about him fucking that man?

random headcannon: He has every STD but they all cancel each other out, so he's good.

Unpopular Opinion: I have many. He is or was in love with Ed, he's just too emotionally stunted to do anything other than toxic pigtail puller behavior about it. He's gayer than Izzy. He's gay and homophobic but in a funny way so I'll let it slide. He's not actually as bad as everyone thinks he is but also he's the worst because he contains multitudes. When he said "what kind of pirate has a friend" he didn't actually mean it he was just mad at Ed for going back to Stede and was trying to hurt him on the way out by implying their relationship never meant anything to him and I will hold up when he literally introduced himself as "a friend" when talking to buttons as evidence of this. He and Ed cuddled after sex he was just very gross about it.

Song I associate with them: I have a whole playlist but I'll give you my top 3. Content warning for sexist lyrics: One More Bottle by Hollywood Undead, RICHMAN by 3oh!3, Fucked By A Country Boy by Wheeler Walker JR. Also I frequently rotate him and Ed together to PUNKBITCH by 3oh!3. Honestly you could throw a dart at the Want album by 3oh!3 and you'd probably get a good Jack song.

Fav Picture of them: I saw this thing on twitter and I'm pretty into it tbh

[katyspersonal]

002 for Mico and Rom both please?

Oh!!!!!!! Hell yea!!!

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 I Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character

For Micolash: I feel a LOT of things about Mico. He is genuinely one of the most important fictional characters that I ever had in my life. Not just that, but there were many bizarre and significant dreams connected with him, and even some things transcending into waking life.

I actually feel a bit reclusive to elaborate as these are very intimate matters (that also touch upon spiritual matters and mental health). I'll just say that this character means A Whole Bunch for me, and I gave up trying to reason why I am not scared or repulsed by him despite the sheer depth of comprehending his insanity. Though can a hard-core fan of FromSoft games truly be sane? Hehehe~ Also I love his appearance and I want to kiss his face, and I want to give him a motherly hug and wrap him in a comfy blankey

For Rom: Roughly the same things apply; a very important character, a lot of connection with dreams, spiritual experiences and mental health profile. In fact, I sort of kin this character. It is just hard to convey since within canon she is almost a blank canvas, yet I don't even feel connected with my portrayal of her specifically. It is just A Rom. There are only a few boundaries, such as strong sense of her being one of the students. But I love all the takes on her!

I picked interest in her almost instantly, but I had a dream about being her before I knew ANYTHING about her and only saw the design. She was, and is, such a blast to develop from my very first days into Bloodborne. She is as important for me as Micolash, just except that I do not have a crush on her. It'd feel too awkward... xD

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

For Micolash: Edgar, Damian, Laurence, Rom (not my version of her though, since mine is his sister), to an extent Kos and Wet Nurse (they are weird ones since they're gods)... Yeah, I think that's mostly it! I could like some others though? For example, @saint--adeline had a ship of Mico with Adeline and like... gfjjjfjyug cursed but it actually makes hella sense, you go girl xD

For Rom: Ebrietas, Julie/Yurie, Edgar, Micolash (see above), Damian, Adeline, Maria, Willem (cursed, I know), Patches

Naturally, I am not rotating all of these ships in my brain all the time, hahaha! I just like to explore different opportunities in fiction, and these are the ones I think of!

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

For Micolash: It is hard to choose one... I think him and Archibald work well! Archie probably would simp for Micolash, though, but I just don't see them becoming a couple. However, they would work together and get along juuust fine like two mad inventors, plus Archie is basically THE chief of Yahar'gul hunters. And one of the few mad lads that was loyal to Micolash genuinely until the end.

For Rom: Which one would not become a ship, hmmm... She sure has friends, but 'platonic OTP' is a very honorable status, you know! I think Caryll falls here the best; my particular version of Caryll distances from Byrgenwerth a bit soon, but in general they are the highest Insight scholars on the block (Micolash drools and hisses and cries and throws up from envy)

Honorable mention: My versions of Rom and Micolash themselves! They are siblings separated at birth that found each other thanks to Rom's intuition and unique devotion to finding her lost brother. They went though everything together, and were close and loyal to defending each other until the end. In fact, they are SO close that arguably none of their romantic ships could rival this bond. Very codependent family bond does that sometimes...

• My unpopular opinion about this character

For Micolash: Not an opinion, more like 'then do it yourself if you're so goddamn smart' moment. But I think he should have been involved in Research Hall (very likely as one of the doctors), and I think this is not explored often enough! Just like him being a necromancer and being able to teleport is not something I see addressed often enough. Basically my opinion is that there are more sides of him to simp for appreciate than just him being Weird Guy and a cult leader. The dude got TALENTS, okay? x)

For Rom: I prefer to think that her being intellectually disabled and, I quote, "childlike", was not a side-effect of ascension but natural traits for her in life! (Her title in Japanese original uses the word 'hakuchi' that is very directly a way to describe profound mental disability, as opposed to the more vague English word 'vacuous'). No, takes along the lines of Rom being a super genius so smart that she deserved eyes for that alone are cool, I am just very biased on my way of taking her title. In my case since she is a student, it is selective disability: academically smart but very helpless otherwise. Can see everything throw raw intuition but gets none of it. Can conduct incredibly complex research on the Universe but might not know how to button her shirt or count to ten. Along those lines!

I'll say though: the day someone makes Rom not a scholar and not a teacher but a secret third thing (Willem's baby daughter) is the day I will EAT that take /pos

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

For Micolash: I'd LOVE it if Micolash was a friendly NPC in the Nightmare for some time (basically temporary Doll, or maybe giving us helpful updates for Insight points), and then "betrayed" us by jumping in the Lake that'd serve as teleporter to the Lecture Building. x) Inspired by the cut idea for him in beta version where he DID do that. Him being a useful NPC is just my idea to lead up to it. Maybe he'd even make lamps conveniently not work in the Nightmare to force us to interact with h- lol yeah I just wish we got to interact with him more.

For Rom: A way to reveal Mensis Ritual without having to kill her and her babies. Just a split way of acting where if you kill her you get this, if you use roundabout way you get that... I just... I can't describe the feeling from that battle, it felt like bullying a child... even despite the fact that she has like 500 of her own children. But yeah, a FromSoft game that let's you be safe from anguish is not a FromSoft game...

• my OTP

For Micolash: Micoedgar! Edgar fell in LOVE with Micolash and he ruined his mission because he was GAY for him and he WILLINGLY gave Micolash his soul and he protects him because he is SIMP and I'll die on this hill!!!! But no, seriously, I feel like the two have the best potential. I largely characterized Edgar as someone not quite fitting with the Choir's limiting, toothless ways, and his brilliant and inquisitive mind simply found more of a kindred spirit in Micolash; the 'insane' and 'evil' guy that Choir told him to not trust and stop at all cost. And I think Micolash likewise appreciates Edgar; someone both smart (and brave) enough to listen to him and question things like him, but also an individualist enough to doubt him and concur his own thoughts if needed. Edgar refuses to wear a cage, now doesn't he? They are just equal, in the best way possible.

For Rom: I could not choose between Robrietas or Yurom/Julirom. Ever. Like yeah I know Rom has two hands (16 in her ascended form, actually), but balancing a human and a GO is hard... I think my preference will SLIGHTLY skew towards Rombrietas though, since Rom is destined to ascend anyway..

I concluded Ebrietas is a half-human herself (adult version of a celestial larva), so both Rom and Ebby would hit a very strong bond of being 'between' the mortal and the divine. Ebrietas also mourns Rom's petrified real body. I always felt like Ebrietas would much rather have Rom stay safe within the guidance of Stars and Moon, but Rom just.... HAD to go above and beyond, HAD to become a Spider (Amygdalae affiliation), HAD to secretly help Micolash... There is very deep emotion and conflict, and Ebrietas also having the Grinch heart moment; as a 'paleblood' Great One she nonetheless cries red bloody tears, as a sign of her feelings Rom 'sullying' her purity.. but also letting her touch upon her human side for the first time. Her theme and Rosmarinus both have 'why do you cry, fair maiden' bit but Rom altar has candles, so they must know WHY, right? But maybe it is because it was the first time Ebrietas cared about someone being lost to a ritual....

There are just so many layers to the two, I could go on all day....

• my cross over ship

For Micolash: I don't know... I have a suspicion a character from ER might fit, but I'll need to learn more about them before.

For Rom: I once had a weird fever dream where she met Gwynd0lin and they were talking about their experiences, and then Rom (still human-ish enough) had to run away carrying him in her arms when Suly appeared and beckoned Aldr1ch with the bell ggjhkgkyhj It is hard to describe but the emotions of both of them, and the impending horror, felt so real that I now physically can't unsee the two having a good chemistry. I've been imagining them interacting in a crossover a few times by now.

• a headcanon fact

Damn, I did not notice upon first reading the meme that it had this oxymoron, hahaha. Like... so, a headcanon OR a fact? I'll interpret it as 'a headcanon I am firm on' because I don't see any other way x)

For both: The description of the first Brain Fluid you find mentions a man that wanted to become a doctor, and so his sister volunteered to be his patient. I believe that the mentioned siblings HAD to be Micolash and Rom; Research Hall's connection with peeking into the Sea, the fact that eventually Research Hall does become Choir's base, the fact that this description is too random otherwise.....

You pick this Brain Fluid from a female head that is guarded by a guy, sure, but not only he is lower ranking Black Church doctor/hunter (that'd probably not do experiments on ascension, unlike White doctors)... But also, his internal name is 'lover npc'. So yeeee.

I'll give some pointer though: it could also refer to maybe Laurence and Adeline (Laurence does hold Eye Pendant and Healing Church WAS interested in internal eyes through water at its first days). Or maybe Micolash and Adeline? I just think these being Rom and Micolash comnects the things way better, Rom being the zero patient from whom that research started just... just completes things so well, and explains her fate more... That Rom was honored by Kos, when other patients turned to the Stars instead of the Sea or just went mad... argh.

Thank you for the ask, it was fun to reflect on so many things! These two are indeed my favs!

[championofravens]

Makima for the character ask game?

I am being thrown my favorite enrichment toy, ty!!

favorite thing about them This is so fucking difficult but uhhhhhh I am going to pick that my favorite thing about her is how her apartment is sparsely decorated, devoid of any personal taste or aesthetic, except for a single painting we see in a single panel:

the symbolism. the everything. god. yes. YES.

least favorite thing about them

I think the specific terminology of her calling herself a "fan" of Chainsaw Man is hokey. I really wish they used some more fun terms in conjunction with that so we could get a better idea of the breadth of her faith and their relationship.

favorite line

"The sixth sense that every human used to have… the light of a certain star in the sky that drove children mad… the four other possibilities other than death that existed for a living being that reached the end of its lifespan… they have all disappeared and can no longer be remembered now. But I can still see the image of Chainsaw Man fighting those demons."

Very easy to pick, only had to scramble for a minute to pull up the page cause I have it saved everywhere. The coolest piece of writing in the whole of the manga and such a profound and haunting look into Makima's mind. She IS the haunted house she's trapped in!!

brOTP

I really really like whatever fucked up respect she has for Kishibe! I really like how she never truly lied or plotted against him, though she was obviously aware he was plotting against everything she built. I think she genuinely enjoyed having him around (while he was useful...)

OTP

In typical Tali fashion, the REAL OTP is my oc Ahashi and Makima dying hand in unlovable hand together. But I actually think folk who ship her with Quanxi are INCREDIBLY powerful chads and people who write Makima as a repressed lesbian especially with that ship? Chefs kiss. Not my headcanon but delectable.

nOTP

Thankfully I don't need to be unpopular here 'cause the answer is Makima/Denji in any form or fashion

random headcanon

Her coffee shop orders are incredibly high maintenance as she only wants very particular tea and coffee blends but she is a loyal and dedicated regular so she is treated a bit like royalty.

unpopular opinion

Makima is a multifaceted character with multiple motivations and goals she keeps juggling one atop another- her desire to control, her desire to indulge in sadism, her desire to forward the future, her desire to obtain the heart of Chainsaw Man- and all of them are subconsciously acting in service of her most long buried desire to find someone she can form a genuine bond with.

song i associate with them

I do have a playlist for her but I'll throw in a deep cut that isn't on there: I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks

I've never seen a face with your type of shine You moved in behind my eyes and built yourself a shrine But then you ran away And you left the picture frames Now I don't see my face the same

hey as I was writing this, I learned my animated Makima wallpaper fucking syncs with my SPOTIFY MUSIC and this bitch started flashing her eyes at me in the rhythm to the bass as I hit play on the song and I thought I was actually going to be killed

favorite picture of them

I'm gonna pick 3 that I think can qualify as my top picks but god this fandom is just overflowing with the most incredible depictions of Makima...

The first image by Blankk on Twitter, the second by Alysius here on Tumblr, and the third by tumblr user Nathan!

(makima drawn by a lesbian, makima drawn divine, and makima drawn like a horror movie monster. PERFECT)

oh and my favorite canon image? probably the double-whammy that was this page:

her in the ocean is so iconic, the dress, the head tilt, the smirk, followed by that GORGEOUS portrait of her getting shot, her expression, the way her hair moves, her fucking eyes, hrrrgdfhdfhd

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 40K words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 7.) One Last Goodbye. Part 4.

When she woke up the next morning, she had vengeance on her mind. After jumping in the shower and throwing on a charcoal gray sundress, Shanelle was ready to give Marquise a piece of her mind. She stormed down the back stairs to the kitchen, only to find him shirtless and in an apron and jeans. He was fixing them breakfast.

“Oh good! You’re awake. I thought I was gonna have to come wake you up. By the way, how do you like your eggs, love?” he said to her.

She was stuck. Every ounce of rage she had drained out of her the minute she saw him. He looked at her with a teasing smirk.

“See something you like, Princess?” he asks.

She crossed her arms and huffed.

“Take a picture, love. It'll last you a lot longer than staring at me will.”

“Why are you not wearing a shirt?” she asked.

“Well for starters, this is my house. Which means I don't have to wear a shirt. But since you asked I got flour over it when making scones or what you Americans call biscuits.” he replies as he puts the biscuits in the oven and sets the timer for 15 minutes.

She couldn't help but look him up and down.

“Come here, Shanelle.”

She huffed.

“I'm not one of your subjects. You don't get to order me around.”

“Is that what you think I'm doing?” he asks.

“Why not? You wouldn't be the first Royal to try and tell me what to do,” she replies.

“No, I wouldn't. But I'm also not your father and I'm certainly not your uncle. Now come here. You’re too far away.”

Shanelle unfolded her arms and walked over to him.

“Much better.” he said as he moved a few strands of hair from in front of her face, “now did you sleep well?”

“Yes. You know I love that bed,” she replies.

“Good. Now breakfast will be ready soon. I hope you’re hungry because we have much to discuss.”

“We certainly do.” she agreed.

He wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. While holding a strawberry in his right hand to her lips.

“Bite,” he instructed.

She looked him in the eye as she took a bite of the strawberry. She watched him eat the rest of the strawberry.

“Sweet enough?” he asks.

She nodded her head yes.

“Good.” was all he said before he pulled her tight to his chest and kissed her deep. He knew she was angry with him, but he also knew how to disarm her. Their kiss was also sweet thanks to them sharing a strawberry. They also began to intensify and become very heated.

“How do you do that?” she asked breathlessly in between kisses.

“Do what?” he replies.

“Make me want to take your head off in one breath then make my heart stutter in the next?”

He smiled against the spot just below her right ear.

“It's because I know you, Shanelle. I know what buttons to push to get the reaction that I want.” he whispered before nipping her earlobe, “I know where to touch. I know where to kiss. I know how to make you mine.”

His lips traveled from her ear to the crook of her neck. He would've kept going if the timer he set hadn't gone off. When he pulled away from her, she had a glow to her from the cold sweat on her skin.

“Have a seat, love. Breakfast is just about done.”

She blinked before taking a deep breath and taking a seat at the kitchen island. A few minutes later breakfast was served and she was impressed.

“This is like the breakfast we had in Cordonia at your duchy. And you did all this yourself?” she asks.

“With my own two hands. Mostly everything is homemade and handmade. Except for the eggs, the thick-cut bacon since I couldn't find pancetta, the potatoes, onions, and peppers, the shredded Gouda, the brioche to make the Pain Perdu, and the yogurt to make the parfaits with. Those I had to go to the store for. Now eat up.” he replies.

Shanelle inhaled her food right in front of him.

“Were you hungry, love?” he asked.

“Just a little. Are you gonna eat that last biscuit?” she replies.

“All yours. I've learned to never stand in the way of you and food.” he replies.

He watched her polish off the last biscuit.

“So how’d I do?” he asks.

“You did a lot better than I thought,” she replies. “Now you said something to the effect of we have business to discuss?”

“I did. And we do. It's about your role as the next Queen.”

“Okay. Can I ask questions?” she asked.

“Always,” he replies.

Marquise opened his laptop to her.

“Now this is a list of every council, commission, guild, charity, and club in Cordonia. I want you to go through all of them and pick your top 10.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because every Queen has to have a cause she believes in. Even you,” he replied.

Shanelle nodded as she went over the list. After 30 or so minutes she had her favorites picked out. Half had to do with Education and the other half had to do with Healthcare in Cordonia.

“That didn't take as long as I thought it would.”

“How long did you think it would take?” Shanelle asks.

“At least half a day. I am curious as to why you chose those as the causes you believe in,” he replies.

“Because of my mom and my grandmother. My mom is a teacher who has always fought for education. And my grandmother was a nurse who believed strongly in healing.”

“Those are excellent reasons to choose the causes you chose.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

“Ask away love.”

“Who would actually rule Cordonia? Me or you?” she asks.

“That's two questions. But to answer them both, I would,” he replies.

“What?! Why you?” she asks.

“Hierarchy. Although you and I are the oldest heirs in our families, I am still older than you. Thus…” he replied.

“You get to be King.” she pouted.

He smirked before kissing the back of her left hand.

“Now now, no need to pout or feel jealous love. You will always be my equal. I would never allow anyone to treat you less than you deserve to be treated. You are the Queen Of Cordonia. I will be damned if anyone were to ever disrespect you.”

“You can't control how the world sees me, Marquise.”

“True. But that would never stop me from trying.”

She smiled softly at him.

“Come here,” he said as he hopped off his stool and pulled her to her feet.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” he asks.

“What?” she replies.

“I see a gorgeous woman with a courageous and loving heart. I see a fighter who would never give up fighting for what she believes in. I see a beautiful soul who lights up every room she's in. That's what I see when I look at you.”

She couldn't help but blush.

“You know what else I see?” he asks.

“What?” she replies.

“I see a woman who is destined for greatness. I also see a woman who will one day be an amazing mother.”

“Me?! A mom?!” she asks.

“Yes. Unfortunately there is one non-negotiable caveat to being the next Monarchs of Cordonia. We would have to produce an heir.” he replies.

Shanelle let out a breath.

“Nobody told me that.”

“I'm sure and I'm sorry for just dropping a bomb like that on you. But I do strongly believe that you would be a great mother. You have this incredible maternal instinct to nurture, love, and protect like no other.”

“Thank you. My mom and grandmother always believed that family is a community and that community is family.”

“They taught you well.”

“Yeah, they did. So what do you think we’ll have? A little girl or a little boy?” she asked.

“I'm praying for a boy, one of you is more than enough,” he replied.

She sucked her teeth before playfully shoving him.

“Getting handsy are we?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah. Now’s the part where you run from me.”

He chased her around the island until he had his arms around her waist and both were breathless and laughing. He moved her hair out of her face.

“This is where you belong, Shanelle.”

“And where is that?” she asks.

“In my arms,” he whispered in her ear.

She had to close her eyes and take a deep breath to stop her heartbeat from racing. It did her no good once he started nipping at her earlobe. He went from her earlobe to the crook of her neck across her left shoulder. That's when he noticed something.

“You're not wearing a bra, are you?”

“You just now noticed?”

He groaned.

“You could've told me.”

“You would've pouted if I told you instead of letting you find out for yourself.”

“True. Well now that I do know, I can do this…” he trailed off before pinning her against the wine cellar door. She had her palms braced against the door. He tilted her chin up so she was looking him in the eyes.

“Don't move. Think you can do that?” he asks. She nodded her head yes. “Good girl.”

He traced her neck and shoulder with a finger exposing both and followed that finger with his lips, making her tremble. He slowly pulled the strap of her dress down her arm, kissing and grazing her skin with his teeth. He repeated the process on her right shoulder, exposing her chest to him.

“Beautiful,” he said before placing light kisses across the top of her sternum. He listened to her take slow breaths. As he kissed her skin, he slowly slid his right hand up the slit on the side of her dress.

“Thank God this dress has slits on the side. You wore this dress to tease me, didn't you?” he asks.

“No. I'm wearing it because it was the first thing I grabbed out of my closet.” she replies.

She felt his hand graze the inside of her thigh and had to bite her lip. He swirled his tongue around her right areola and swirled the fingers he had on her thigh the same way. The sensation gave her a very heady feeling. She let out a breath as his hand slipped into her panties. With his thumb on her clit he slid two fingers inside her.

“Shit!” she breathed out.

It felt good. He felt good. His mouth was warm and his fingers were magic. She wanted more. More of his warm touch. More of his intoxicating kisses. More of him. She pulled his mouth from her breasts to her lips.

“Should I stop?” he whispered against her lips.

“No,” she replied.

As they kissed again, she felt his fingers move causing her to moan loudly. Which is exactly what he wanted. He worked the fingers he still had inside her and went back to sucking on her nipple. The pleasure was so intense it caused her to curl her hands into fists with her nails digging into her palms. He continued to drive her up a wall as he played with her. Sending her orgasm peaking higher. He loved the sounds she made as he teased her. When he felt her thighs clamp shut around his wrist and her walls squeezed around his fingers, he knew she was getting close. That's when he stopped cold.

“No! No!” she protested.

“Shhh! You'll get what you want. But first I want you to go upstairs and take a hot shower or a cold one whichever you prefer, I want you to find something to wear with a little less fabric, and I'll be upstairs to finish what I started once I'm done cleaning the kitchen. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes my Prince,” she replied.

He tilted her chin up, while he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

“King, my love.” he corrected her, “from this moment on, I am your King. Is that clear?”

“Why would I call you my King?” she asked.

“Because you are my Queen. And it's time we learned and spoke our titles into existence," he replied.

“My uncle won't like that. Neither will your father.”

“I don't give a damn what they like or what they think," he growled. “We are the future of Cordonia and they are the past, my love. It's time for us to take the helm.”

Shanelle nodded.

“Now go upstairs, I'll be upstairs soon.”

“Yes, my King.”

He smirked as he watched her go up the back stairs.

“Quit staring at my ass you creep!” she yelled over her shoulder as she walked up the steps.

He returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning up. After about 45 minutes he was done and on his way up the stairs to her. When he got to the top of the stairs, he heard the shower turn on. When he walked into the Master Bedroom, she was getting undressed.

“Didn't I tell you to take a shower before I got up here?” he asks.

“You did. But then I decided for myself,” she replies.

“What did you decide, my Queen?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“I decided I didn't want to be in the shower alone. So get undressed. We have a shower to take.” she replies.

A slow grin bloomed on his face.

“As my Queen commands,” he said as he started getting undressed.

He followed her into the bathroom. They spent an hour in the shower. She couldn't keep her hands off of him and he couldn't keep his off of her. Every touch was just as heated as the water and every kiss was more desperate and hungrier than the last. They couldn't get enough of each other. They finally washed up and then exited the shower. She stopped long enough to spray herself with a little perfume. He brought her left wrist to his lips and kissed it lightly catching the scent of her perfume. She grabbed her lotion and went to sit on the bed after drying off. Just as she was about to apply her lotion, he snatched the bottle away from her.

“My job," he said to her. “Now hold your arms out.”

She held out her arms as he gently applied her lotion. Slowly massaging it into her soft skin. He slowly opened her towel revealing all of her to him. He continued to apply lotion to all of her exposed skin. His touch was warm and gentle and sensual. When he was done, she was ready to pounce on him. When he went to lotion himself she stopped him.

“My turn,” she said to him.

“No. My Queen. You serve no one. Not even me.”

“But I do serve you. The same way you serve me. We serve each other. My King.”

He smirked.

“As you wish, my Queen.”

She was just as slow and sensual with him as he was with her. Taking care to leave goosebumps on his skin. When she was done, they crawled under the covers and were snuggled up together.

“So is this what we're doing all day? Just laying in this bed naked?’ she asked.

“Yes. I just want you safe in my arms,” he replies.

She sighed contentedly.

“Good.”

He kissed her forehead softly as they spent the day curled up in bed together, only leaving to order from his favorite Greek restaurant around the corner from the brownstone. The more time she spent with him, the further she fell in love with him. She started to believe she found the one she loved.

Marquise hated having to split his time between his home in Cordonia and the home he was starting to create with Shanelle. So he decided that it was time to propose. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed her. He wanted her. While in Cordonia he picked out the engagement ring of her dreams. A 12-carat Princess Cut Canary Diamond. He knew her ring size because while she slept he would sneak and size her ring finger. His plan was perfect. He was flying into Boston the day after having the ring shipped there and would surprise her with it.

There were just two problems. Her ex and worse: his.

When Naya found out Marquise had plans to formally propose to Shanelle, she was livid. It was unacceptable. It was unfathomable. It was not going to happen. He couldn't propose to her. But no one would talk to her. That's when she cornered Maxwell.

“Where is he, Maxwell?! Where is my husband?” Naya demanded.

“At home waiting on you obviously,” Maxwell replied.

“You know what I mean!”

“No, I don't.”

“Where is Marquise?!” she asked.

“I don’t know, I haven't seen him. Not lately anyway,” he replied.

“You're lying Maxwell! I know you've seen him! So where is he?!”

“Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you.”

“You couldn't tell me or you wouldn't tell me?” she asked.

“For the sake of my sanity both,” he replies.

“Whatever! Just tell me everything you know about this girl.”

“I don't know anything about her.”

Naya was losing her patience.

“Maxwell…I will have you castrated if you don't tell me everything that I want to know.”

She forced Maxwell to tell her everything that Marquise was doing and had done. It broke her heart but Naya was determined to make sure that they were never to be engaged. All that was left was for her to convince Marquise to break off this engagement.

She tried everything she could think of but none of it deterred him. She was getting desperate. So she tried one last time to convince him. She reached out to him and asked him to join her for dinner. He agreed. He didn't want to hurt her but this had to end. He also wanted to be transparent with Shanelle. So he let her know the minute he said yes to Naya’s invitation.

“And you’re sure this is just dinner?” Shanelle asked.

“Yes, love. It's just dinner. I owe her that much.” he replies.

“Okay. Where are you going to dinner?” she asked.

“At one of her favorite places in the city center,” he replied.

Shanelle nodded.

“Well have fun, Your Highness.”

Marquise can hear the tone in her voice.

“Shanelle. I swear to you, nothing will happen.”

“I just don't want her to guilt trip you.”

“Don't worry, my love.”

“Okay, I won't worry. I do hope that you have a good time.”

“Thank you, beautiful. I'll call you later.”

She smiled at him softly before hanging up the FaceTime call. Marquise made his way to the restaurant which was empty. He found Naya sitting on a bench waiting for him.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” she said as she greeted him.

“Good evening. You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” he replies.

Naya smiled softly.

“Thank you. Please let's take our seats.”

They walked to their seats, where he made sure to pull her chair out. When he sat across from her, she felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter. He noticed her perfume.

“Is that the perfume I got you for Christmas last year?” he asked.

“No, my birthday. It's my favorite. You always knew what I liked.” she replies.

“Indeed.”

“I hope you don't mind. I ordered for both of us.”

He smiled softly.

“Not at all. Now, why are we having dinner?” he asked.

“I just…I need to talk to you,” she replies.

“About what?” he asks.

“About us,” she replies.

“Naya. We've been through this. There is no us.”

“No. You've just avoided me left and right. You won't even talk to me.”

“You know that I don't like repeating myself. And I've told you that we are no longer together.”

“But why? Why don't you love me?!” she asks.

“My dear. I care about you. Deeply. And I would never want or intend to hurt you. But I'm not in love with you. I need you to understand this. Then there's the fact you are already married.” he replies.

“You know I don't love him.”

“I know you don't. But it doesn't matter. You still married him. And you know damn well that I don't play second to any man.”

“Okay fine. I'll leave him. If that'll make you stop this madness.”

“You know you can't do that.”

“I can and I will.”

Marquise exhaled slowly.

“Okay let's say you do leave him, what will you do about your father’s debt? Because if you think for one second that my father won't force him to pay it out of spite you’re sadly mistaken, love.”

“I can't be in a loveless marriage, Marquise. I can't.”

“You said he was good to you.”

“He is good to me but he doesn't love me. Not like you would love me.”

“I'm sorry, Naya. But you and I just aren't meant to be.”

“So that's it? You’re just going to throw me away? After everything?” she asks, holding back tears.

“In another life Mi Hermosa, we would be perfect,” he replies.

“But we are perfect. And we can still be perfect. I know you want to be King. I understand that. I commend that. And you can do that. With me. We can rule Cordonia together. You don't have to choose her.”

Marquise rubbed the knuckles of her left hand, toggling her diamond wedding band.

“I do have to choose her. She and I are destined for each other. This kingdom deserves us. I deserve her. I need her. I have never met anyone like her. She's what Cordonia needs. And if anything, I love her Naya. I am in love with her. That's not to say that I don't care for you. Because I do and I always will. But I'm not in love with you.”

“What's so special? What does she have that I don't?” Naya asks.

“She's kind. She's beautiful. She's smart. She makes me smile. She has a heart of gold. She's a fighter, Naya. She never gives up. She's always fighting. I can't stop thinking about her. I always want to be around her. She's everything I could ever want. I love her. I'm in love with her.” he replies.

Naya dropped her fork.

“I am begging you, Marquise. Don't marry her. Please don't break my heart. You are the love of my life. I am begging you. Come back to me. Be mine.”

“Naya…Mi dulce amor. I can't. I can't be with you. I'm so sorry. I love you. I care about you. But we will never be together.”

Tears in her eyes, Naya pulled her hand away from Marquise.

“Fine! Since you want to be a stupid stubborn fool, be my guest! Just know that I will make your life a living hell!” she hissed at him.

She stood up and turned to walk away but his guards stopped her.

“Get out of my way!” she yelled at his guards. They didn't budge. “I said move!”

“You know they don't listen to anyone but me,” Marquise said to her.

“Then tell these baboons of yours to move!” she hissed.

As she stood there fuming, Marquise walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She stood there trembling in his arms. He buried his face into the crook of her neck.

“I want to leave!” she said to him.

She felt his lips softly kiss under her left ear.

“My beautiful love. You know you can't threaten me and think you can just walk away,” he growled in her ear. He felt her flinch in his arms.

Slowly he turned her around so she could face him. He watched silent tears stream down her face.

“You would never hurt me,” she said tearily.

“You're right. I would never hurt you. I couldn't. My love for you…my love of you would never allow me to harm you. That's how much you mean to me. But you need to know that I will not ever be threatened. Not even by you. Now, I understand your anger and your heartbreak. You have every right to be angry with me. But no matter how angry you are at me, you will NOT defy me. You will NOT stand in my way. Do you understand Naya?”

She whimpered.

“Naya…”

“Yes. I understand,” she replies.

He tilted her head up so she was looking him in the eye.

“Yes, what?” he asks.

“Yes, my Prince,” she replied quietly.

He kissed away her tears.

“King, my love. From this here on out, I am your King.”

Naya nodded slowly.

“Yes, my King.”

“Come here,” he said to her.

He wrapped his arms around her as she burst into tears.

“Shhhh! Don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“I'm not in trouble?” she asks.

“No love. You’re not. Now it's time for you to go home. Don't worry about the check. I'll pay for everything.” he replied.

He rubbed her back as she started to calm down.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mi Amor. I'm sure. My guards will make sure you get home safe.”

Naya looked up at him, as he kissed her forehead gently. He watched her follow his guards out of the restaurant. Marquise let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. As much as he loved Naya, his heart belonged to Shanelle. And for him, it was time to make it official.

Later that night, Marquise was on a red-eye flight to Boston. He couldn't wait to see her, to hold her, to kiss her slowly, and to finally make her his wife. He took a good nap, he wanted to be in tip-top shape when he finally saw her. As he got closer to Boston, he called her.

“Helluh…” she answered half asleep.

“Good morning my love. Did I wake you up?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm,” she replies as she sat up with a stretch.

“I'm sorry, beautiful. I didn't mean to wake you up but I have a surprise for you and I need you to wake up.”

That's when Ozzie woke up with a loud yawn and a shake of his head. Ozzie laid his head in her lap.

“Uh, is your dog in my spot?” he asked.

“Yes. He kept me company last night,” she replied.

Marquise shook his head.

“I've missed you.”

“I've missed you too, my love. I'll see you soon. In the meantime, I want you to get up, go get in the shower, and get dressed and I will see you later. Sound good?”

Shanelle nodded.

“Good. I'm still in the air. So I'll see you in an hour after I land.”

“Okay.”

Marquise ended the call and took a deep breath. This was it. She was about to be his wife. There was just one problem. Naya had one more card to play. A few days before she had dinner with Marquise, she had contacted Cassian under a fake name and convinced him to save Shanelle from Marquise.

When Marquise landed in Boston, he went and picked up the ring. Holding the ring box was a sobering reminder that he was about to make Shanelle an honest woman. And she's about to make him an honest man. The drive from the jewelry store to the brownstone had his mind and emotions all over the place. He was so close to being King but more importantly, he was close to being with the love of his life for the rest of his life.

When he pulled into the garage he started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. When he walked into the house, Shanelle had just come down the back stairs.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said as he greeted her.

“Hey yourself,” she replied.

When she got to him, she couldn't wait to throw her arms around him. Feeling her in his arms made his heart flip.

“How was your flight?” she asked.

“It was alright. It's better now that I'm here,” he replied.

“How was dinner with your ex last night?” she asks.

Marquise let out a breath.

“It was…hard. I hated seeing her like that,” he replies.

“Like what?”

“Heartbroken.”

“Come sit down,” she said to him.

They sat down at the kitchen island.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I'm surprised you want to know.”

“Of course, I want to know. Because I know it's bothering you.”

Marquise took her hands in his.

“I hated it Shanelle. I hated every minute of it. I hated seeing her like that. She was desperate. She was hurt. And when she started to cry, I almost lost my nerve. I love her Shanelle. I always have and I always will. She's a good woman. And I care about her deeply. But as I have said before I'm not in love with her. I'm not. I wish I could be. I never meant to hurt her. And I hate myself because I hurt her.”

“I understand. I understand why this bothers you. You’re right, you never meant to hurt her. But you told her the truth. And I'm proud of you for that.”

“You should've seen her, Shanelle. I could barely look at her. And then she went off on me and she threatened me.”

“She threatened you?!” she asked.

“It's not as dramatic as it sounds. She was angry and hurt. And I wasn't in any danger but my guards didn't see it that way.”

“Hell hath no fury.”

Marquise chuckled.

“True. I want her to be happy. She and I just aren't meant to be together.”

Shanelle nodded.

“I'm proud of you and you did the right thing by telling her the truth.”

“Thank you, my love. Now onto better things. I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” she asked.

“If I tell you then it's not a surprise,” he replied.

“If you tell me, I'll still act surprised.”

“Oh, you are a naughty girl! The surprise is for later. Now I hope you’re hungry because I am starving.”

“Didn't you eat on the plane?” she asks.

“Airplane food is upscale hospital food,” he replies.

“You've had hospital food?” she asks.

“I had my tonsils taken out when I was 9. And I had appendicitis and had to have my appendix removed a few years ago,” he replied.

“Oh okay. So what's for breakfast?” she asks.

“Every college student’s midnight savior, Tina’s” he replies.

“Well, what do you know? The Prince does have good taste,” she replies.

He smiled tightly.

“Shut up and walk out the door.”

Shanelle put on her shoes and out the door, they went. They spent the morning having breakfast and he took her to his favorite park to watch a youth soccer tournament that the foster homes he sponsored were hosting.

She loved seeing him with the kids. He came alive around them. Teaching, encouraging, and training the children. She especially loved when the kids tackled and piled on him. When he finally emerged from underneath the pile, he was out of breath and smiling.

“Having fun, Your Highness?” she asked Marquise.

“I…love…this!” he replied out of breath.

“You looked good out there.”

“Thank you, beautiful.”

That's when Marquise’s friend Tommy jogged up.

“Marquise! Thank you again for coming! I truly appreciate it.”

“It's always a pleasure to be here. Let me introduce you to Princess Shanelle Miller. Shanelle, this jackass with a heart of gold is Tommy Mason.”

Tommy snickered.

“You spoiled bitch!”

Tommy turns to Shanelle.

“It's a pleasure to meet you Shanelle.”

“Likewise, Tommy. I've heard nothing but great things about you.”

“Oh so this asshole with a scepter stuck up his ass, actually said something nice about someone who isn't his ugly reflection?”

Marquise rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

“How are you doing on the Christmas toy drive, Tommy?” Marquise asks.

“We're doing great. Thanks again for securing everything.” Tommy replied.

“It's a joy, Tommy.”

One of the kids called out to Tommy.

“Duty calls. I'll see you soon.”

“Of course Tommy.”

Marquise watched his friend jog off toward the kids before he and Shanelle headed back to the brownstone. The more time they spent there, the more it felt like home and a refuge to him. Unfortunately for the Prince, that home and refuge were about to be tested.

As they made their back, his phone buzzed, it was a notification from the security system. Someone had tripped the silent alarm and motion sensor on the kitchen door. And when he pulled into the garage he was ready to fight, but he didn't want to scare Shanelle so he acted like nothing was wrong. As they walked into the house, he pulled her aside.

“I have a job for you,” he said to Shanelle.

“What?” she asks.

“It's about your surprise. But first we need to get changed,” he replies.

Before going up the back stairs she had a question for him.

“Hey, Uncle Scar! Will I like this surprise?” she asks.

“Simba it's to DIE for,” he replied.

She snickered before both headed upstairs. While he watched her disappear into the shower, he heard a noise coming from downstairs. So he snuck out of the Master bedroom and headed toward the stairs by the front door. When he walked into the living room he didn't see anything. But when he walked back into the kitchen, he was greeted by the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck?!”

At the other end of the gun, stood her ex Cassian.

“Where is she?!” Cassian demanded.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Marquise replied.

“Where is Shanelle?!”

“She's upstairs!”

“I swear to God if you did anything to hurt her, I'll be the last thing you ever see in life!” Cass seethed.

“You're not too smart, are you? You’re threatening the son of a foreign diplomat!”

“I don't fucking care! Far as I'm concerned you've earned it! Especially after everything you've done!”

“Put the gun down!”

“Not until you tell me where Shanelle is!”

“I just told you she's upstairs!”

“Prove it!”

“Put the gun down and I'll prove it.”

“Yeah, no!”

“Fine, then we’re gonna be standing here.”

“No. I'm gonna be standing here and you’re gonna be bleeding out on the floor from a gunshot wound.”

“Are you seriously threatening to shoot me?!”

“It's a promise, not a threat.”

That's when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“What is all that racket going on down here?” Shanelle asks.

“Shanelle, stay where you are!” Cass told her.

“Cass?! Is that you?” she asks.

“Yeah, it's me. Stay where you are,” he replies.

“Do not stay where you are! Get down here and stop this idiot from doing something incredibly stupid.” Marquise piped up.

“Shut up!” Cass hissed at Marquise.

When Shanelle got to the bottom of the steps she couldn't believe what she saw.

“What the hell is going on?! Cass, why are you pointing a gun at him?!”

“Are you alright?” Cass asked her.

“I'm fine. What the hell are you doing?! Put the gun down!” Shanelle replied.

“Not until I know you’re safe.”

“Cass you have until the count of 5 to put the gun down otherwise I will make you swallow it! Put it down!” she yelled.

Cass finally put the gun down on the island countertop and everyone took a breath.

“Oh. My. God. Cass…WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You know what? Scratch that I don’t care about that right now. Why are you here?!” she asked.

“I came here looking for you,” he replied.

“Looking for me for what?” she asks.

“I got a tip that you were in trouble so I came here to see if you were here and if you were okay,” he replies.

“How noble.” Marquise mocked.

“Shut up before I shoot you in front of her.” Cass hissed.

“Cass if you shoot him and I will have you sent back to your daughter in pieces. Do not touch that gun!” Shanelle warned.

Cass looked back at her.

“You know what? Hold on! How in the hell did you get in here, Cass?” Shanelle asks.

“Oh I can answer that. He tripped the silent alarm and motion sensor.” Marquise replies.

“What are you talking about? What silent alarm and motion sensor?” Cass asked Marquise.

“The one on the kitchen door genius,” Marquise replies.

Shanelle looked back to the kitchen door then it dawned on her.

“Oh no! No! No! No! No! No! NO!”

“What?” the two men ask.

Shanelle took a deep breath before balling her hands into fists and glaring at Cassian.

“Cass, I will only ask you this once, did you pick the lock on the kitchen door?”

“I didn't have a key so I had to get in somehow,” Cass replies.

Shanelle wanted to scream.

“So you broke into someone else's house. Is that what you’re telling me?” she asked her ex.

“When no one answered the front door, I came around back to see if there was a back door or something. I found it and picked the lock to gain access,” Cass replies.

Shanelle could feel her blood pressure rise.

“Oh my God. This is a nightmare. It has to be. I must be dreaming. That's it. I'm dreaming. I must've slipped in the shower and hit my head. Because that's the only plausible reason this shit is happening. Because this is not real life.”

“It's real Princess. I'm here. The question is what are you doing here?” Cass asked her.

“I live here you green-eyed airhead! I've been here for months,” she replies.

“Okay, then why is he here?” Cass asked.

“He owns the house!” she replies.

“When were you gonna tell me you moved back to Boston?” Cass asked her.

“I wasn't,” she replies.

“Why?” Cass asks.

“Because where I go, who I'm with, and what I do is none of your fucking business anymore.” she replies.

Shanelle exhaled before sitting down at the kitchen island.

“Cass, do you have a warrant?” she asked.

“No,” he replies.

Shanelle screamed silently.

“Cassian. Sit. Down. Now!” she instructed.

She watched him sit on the stool next to her.

“So you might wanna holster your gun, Cass,” Shanelle said to him.

“Why?” Cass asked.

“Because if you don't you'll more than likely, wind up getting shot by your own service weapon,” Shanelle replies.

Cass grabbed the gun off the island and holstered it.

“I have told you that you have an unnatural lust for violence before, right?” Cass asked her.

“Whatever. Where did this tip that I was in danger from?” she replies.

“That's confidential. I can't tell you.”

“You have two choices. You can either tell me where you got the tip from or I can call your superiors and ask one of them. Because I'm sure they'd love to know why you’re here WITHOUT A WARRANT!”

Cass groaned while Marquise snorted. Cass glared at the Prince over Shanelle’s shoulder.

“Some girl who claimed she was from Cordonia said that the royal jackass over there was dangerous. And she gave me this address.”

“She give a name?” Shanelle asked.

“Nyla something,” Cass replied.

“Nyla? Who the hell is that?” Shanelle asked.

“Ask the Prince. She said you and her are on his list of people that he's hurt.” Cass replies.

Shanelle looked back to Marquise who was equally confused until it dawned on him.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me!” Marquise hissed.

“What? What is it?” Shanelle asked Marquise.

“Her name isn't Nyla, it's Naya. She's the one who called.” he replies.

“Your ex? The one you saw last night?” Shanelle asked.

“The one and the same. She called him and he came running,” he replied.

“Okay. Here's what's gonna happen. Marquise you go deal with your ex. And Cass you stay where you are.”

Marquise got up with his phone to his ear and went upstairs without looking back.

“Look Princess—” Cass started to say before she cut him off, “whatever excuse you’re about to give me, don't! Because I'm not in the mood for you.”

“It's not an excuse! You need to listen," he said to her.

“Listen to what?” she asks.

Just as Cass got ready to respond, Marquise’s voice boomed from upstairs.

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU NAYA?! YOU TRIED TO SET ME UP?!”

“Whatever she did, he deserves it,” Cass muttered.

“Stop it! No one deserves to nearly be shot, Cass.”

“I wasn't gonna shoot him.”

“Yes, you were. You had every intention of shooting him.”

“Okay fine so what if I did?” he asked.

“YOU COULD’VE SET OFF A CHAIN REACTION THAT COULD HAVE STARTED WWIII!” she replies.

“How?!” Cass asks.

“You could've killed him! And if you did that would have caused his father to declare war and we’d all be in some shit!” she replies.

Shanelle let out an explosive breath.

“Do you know how much trouble we could've been in?” she asks Cass.

“We would've been fine,” he replies.

“No, we wouldn't have. You'd be locked up here in the states and I would've either been locked up here or worse I would've been locked up in Cordonia.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“So why are you here, Princess?” he asked her.

“Because I have to be. I can't be in New York anymore. Too many memories. Too much heartbreak. I needed to get out. And he gave me that way out. He's letting me stay here for however long I want.”

“That's not why you’re staying here, and you know it.”

“You're right.”

“Then why Princess? Why are you here?” he asks.

“Because I love him, Cass. That's why,” she replied.

“You love him?!” he asked.

“Yes. I love him. So much. He's been everything to me.” she replies.

“Everything, how?” Cass asked her.

“When I needed someone to be there, he was there. He's been so patient with me. We've gotten to know each other. I've gotten to see sides of him that no one gets to see. He's gentle. He's kind. And he makes me feel loved. He loves me. And I love him. I can't help it. I can't fight it anymore.” she replies.

“He's not who you think he is.”

“He's not who I think he is or he's not you?” she asks.

“He’s the reason why I left you!” Cass replies.

“I know.”

“What?!” Cass asks her.

“I know he forced you to leave me,” she replied quietly.

“How?! How did you find out?” Cass asked.

“Nina accidentally let a small part slip a couple of weeks ago and when I asked her what she meant, that's when she told me everything. Including you making her promise that she wouldn't say a word to me about it. It didn't take long for me to put two and two together after that.” Shanelle replies.

“I wanted to tell you, I swear.”

“You should have. It would've saved me a whole bunch of trouble.”

“I'm sorry, Shanelle.”

“Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me the truth?” she asked.

“I didn't want to stand in your way. I wasn't going to come between you and your destiny,” he replies.

“That's not your decision to make.”

“I know and I'm sorry. I should've told you.”

“Cass I pleaded with you hell, I begged you to tell me what was wrong! And you chose not to. That is what broke my heart. You wouldn't say anything. You didn't trust me enough to tell me. That's what hurts.”

“All I can do is say that I'm sorry, Shanelle.”

Shanelle took a shuddering breath.

“I know. And I'm not saying that I'm not pissed at him. Because trust me I am furious. But still, you could've told me. I had a right to know.”

Cassian nodded.

“So now that you know the truth, what happens now?” he asked Shanelle.

“He and I will be having a long conversation. But ultimately I'm staying. Besides, I can't go back to New York. There's nothing left for me there. My life…my new life is here. In Boston. With him.” she replied.

“Do you love him Shanelle?” he asked.

“Yes. I do. I love him. I am in love with him. Despite everything, he's the one for me. But please don't think that I don't love you. Because I do. I always have and I always will. We've known each other since we were kids. A love like that doesn't just go away overnight. But I have to move on. I can't stay stuck in my feelings for you. It's not fair. Especially when I have a chance at true happiness, devotion, and love.”

“Okay. If this is what you want, I won't stand in your way. I won't stop you.” Cass said to her.

She smiled softly at him.

“This is what I want. This is where I'm meant to be. He's who I'm meant to be with.”

“So if he were to propose to you, you'd say yes?” he asked.

“Yes. My life and my future involve and revolve around him,” she replies.

Cass nodded.

“Then I guess that's it. I feel like an idiot.”

“Don't. You did what you've always done Cass, you protected me. Now go home. Go back to Bella. Go back to her.”

Cass looked at her quizzically.

“I know about your girlfriend. So go. Go make her happy. You deserve to have that happiness.”

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asks.

“Of course I forgive you. I have to. I can't move on with hate in my heart for you.” she replied.

“You're way too forgiving. You know that right?” he said to her.

“I could always take it back.”

The two laughed.

“Come here,” he said to her.

She stood up and then threw her arms around him. She did love him and he loved her. And they cared deeply about each other. But they both knew that the relationship between them was over. He had his life and she had hers. But no one could take the bond they created from either of them. They both knew that they had to let each other go.

“I love you,” he whispered to her.

“I love you too Hotshot,” she replied.

They stood there quietly in each other's arms. Until he broke the silence.

“I should go.”

Shanelle nodded.

“Before you do, take this.”

She walked over to her purse and pulled out two wads of cash and handed them to him.

“Shanelle I can't take this.”

“Take it anyway. For all the trouble you've gone through.”

“Are you sure, Princess?” he asked.

“Positive.”

Cass shook his head.

“You always were a good one Shanelle.”

“So are you. You're a good man. Impulsive and arrogant at times. But you’re a good man. Just let me know that you got home safe.”

“Will do.”

“One more thing…” she trailed off before she kissed him one last time. One last chance. One last goodbye. To an old life. An old love. To an old chapter in her story.

“Take care of yourself, Princess.”

“I always do Hotshot. I'll walk you to the door.”

Silently they walked to the front door and with one last look back, Cassian was out the door and out of her heart. Shanelle felt numb as she walked back to the kitchen. She had just said a final goodbye to everything she ever knew. She knew she had to do it but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt. She was so lost in her thoughts that didn't hear Marquise come down the back stairs.

“If you came down here to gloat, save it! I'm not in the fucking mood.” Shanelle said to him.

“I'm not here to gloat, Shanelle.”

Shanelle took a deep breath.

“You know. Cass is a lot of things. Impulsive and arrogant mostly. But when it comes to his instincts about people, 9 times out of 10, he's never wrong. He told me you aren't who I think you are. So is he right about you? Are you not the man you've shown me?” she asked.

“I've always been that man. I have never hidden who I am from you.” he replied.

“Then you tell me what in the hell were you thinking when you interfered in my life?!” she asks.

“I was only thinking about one thing. You. Being with you. Needing you. Loving you. Wanting you.” he replied.

“So you accomplished this by ruining my life?” she asks.

“Please let me explain. I've known for years that I was destined for greatness. For love. And that love is with you. I couldn't let you slip away. I couldn't let you stay with a man who was never going to love you the way you deserved to be loved.”

“That's not your decision to make! Only I get to make that decision! Not you! Not my father! And certainly not my uncle! None of you have even stopped to consider how I would feel or if this is what I wanted!”

Shanelle stood up and started pacing.

“I knew something always felt off about you. I thought maybe I'm tripping. Maybe I just hadn't gotten over Cass. But no it was you. It was always you. You were perfect. God, you were everything I could have ever wanted. And I should've known that when I couldn't put my finger on what it was about you that always felt like a question mark, I should've put one foot in front of the other and took off. And kept running til I got away from you.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“You were a unicorn. Someone so unlikely. Someone, I didn't think I could ever have. But then I met you. And slowly I started to believe in a love I never thought was real. And then you showed a world I never knew I was worthy of. And now, I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“I need you to know that I am sorry,” he said as he got closer to her.

“Sorry for what?” she asked.

“I'm sorry for making you feel like you have no control over your life and who you are. That was never my intention. My only intention was to show you the life and love that you have always been worthy of and that you have always deserved to have,” he replied.

“I want to believe you. But it's hard to believe a man who sleeps with his ex.”

“Shanelle, I told you why that happened. I didn't lie to you about that.”

“I believe you. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt knowing. You willingly slept with her. And okay, I get why. She was vulnerable at that moment. But at the same time, this is the same woman you had dinner with last night. How do I know your feelings for her have changed?” she asks.

“Because I'm here with you. Because I am terrified that I have lost you forever. If I wanted her I wouldn't be here. My chest wouldn't be tight right now if I didn't want you. I can't even breathe right now, that's how scared I am. I don't want to lose you, Shanelle.”

“You should be scared. Because I should be running out of this house right now. I should be running back to New York. I shouldn't still be standing here.”

She felt his arms wrap around her gently.

“I shouldn't still be here. But I'm here. Whether that's out of love or fear I can't quite tell. But I'm here. I'm still standing in this kitchen. I'm still calling this house my home. And I don't understand why.”

She felt his breath warm her left ear.

“You're here because this is where you belong. This life is the life you have always deserved. You’re here because this is the love you've always wanted.”

“How do I know you love me? Just like my father, you would take my autonomy, my anonymity, and especially my freedom away from me. What kind of life is that? What kind of love is that?” she asked.

“I would never seek to take any of that from you. If anything I want to enhance that for you. I want to make sure that it will never be taken from you. I want the chance to prove that being with me isn't a prison sentence but the one fairy tale that you've always hoped for and wanted to come true.”

Slowly he turned her around to face him.

“Close your eyes.”

Shanelle closed her eyes.

“Now I want you to follow my voice and out every sound around you. And then tell me what you hear.”

Shanelle blocked out everything until the only things she heard were her heartbeat, that small voice in her head, and Marquise’s heartbeat.

“What do you hear Shanelle?” he asked her.

“I hear this tiny voice in my head that is screaming for me to run and not look back because you aren't worth it. Because all I'll ever be is invisible. And that's not who I am. Then there's my heart.” she replies

“What does your heart say?” he asks.

“My heart…says you. It screams for you. It's yearning for you. It's telling me to trust you. To trust this. To trust us. It swears that you’re the man I want. The man I need. The man I…” she trailed off.

“The man you what?” Marquise asks.

“…the man I love,” she replied quietly.

“Open your eyes, Princess.”

When Shanelle opened her eyes Marquise was down on one knee. Gingerly he took her left hand into his.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Trying not to lose my nerve,” he replied with a shaky breath.

He rubbed his thumb over the knuckles of her left hand.

“I love you. I am in love with you. I want you in my life. I want you as my wife. I want you as my partner. You have become my refuge. The source of my joy and happiness. I can't function without you. If I'm not around you I can't think straight. You are everything to me. my life has been made so much better because of you. I am better because of you. Yes, I fucked up. But if you'll have me, Shanelle I swear to you, I will spend the rest of this eternity proving to you that I am yours wholeheartedly. Just please…say you'll give me that chance.”

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. She knew at that moment this was where she was meant to be. He is her forever.

“If you are doing what I think you're doing, then you have to promise me something first,” she said to him.

“Anything.”

“If you are indeed proposing then you need to promise me that if I give you my heart and my trust that you won't ever betray them. That you will care for and nurture them both. Because Marquise if you ever do anything to break both, I swear with God as my witness, I will bring hell down onto you.”

“Shanelle I swear to God and my Mother that for as long as I live on this earth, you will be my top and foremost priority. I will do more than talk about my devotion to you. I swear to always prove it in every way possible.”

Shanelle nodded tearily.

“Then I guess you have a question to ask me, Your Highness.”

“Before I do, I need a little help. So come walk with me.”

He took her hand and they walked outside to the patio, where he had a picnic under the setting sun waiting on them.

“How the hell did you have time to do all of this?” she asked.

“This was my plan all along. But to answer your question, I had a rental company come by and set everything up. Which is why I'm glad you used the front door and not the back door. That's why I was so quiet upstairs. I was looking out the window to make sure they didn't tip you off.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“I should punch you in the jaw.”

“You would but you aren't going to.”

Shanelle smiled.

With a loud whistle, Marquise summoned Ozzie from the house. The adorable ball of fluff made it halfway down the patio stairs before tumbling down the last four steps

“Did he just?” Marquise asked.

“Yup," Shanelle replies.

Marquise shook his head.

“Dumb dog,” he muttered a little too loudly.

That caused Shanelle to pop him in his head.

“Ow! That hurt!”

“Good! That's what you get for calling Ozzie dumb.”

With a shake of himself, Ozzie was right as rain before trotting over to Marquise.

“Good boy Oz. Now let's see your collar.”

Shanelle watched Marquise detach a small black box from Ozzie’s collar before he turned his attention to her. He inhaled and exhaled slowly before taking her left hand in his again.

“The only question I have is this one. Shanelle Dominique Miller, Princess of South Cordonia and Brooklyn, will do me the honor of being my wife. Will you marry me?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes. I will. I will marry you. I will be your wife.” she replied.

It felt like life was going in slow motion as she watched him carefully slip the ring onto her finger. It was official. They were engaged. He would be the next King of Cordonia. And she would be the next Queen. As he stood up, he took her gently in his arms. They were finally together. And nothing and no one would change that.

“You have no idea what this means to me, Shanelle. You have no idea what you mean to me,” he said to her.

“Then show me. Show me what I mean to you, my King.”

He kissed the back of her newly adorned left hand, before turning it over and softly kissing the palm of her hand.

“As my Queen commands. But just not out here. Wouldn't want us to be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Let them watch.”

Marquise smirked before picking up the picnic basket and blanket and leading her back into the house. He set the blanket and basket on the counter closest to the door. When they walked inside, he took her hand and twirled her into his arms. When she looked up into his eyes, she saw her future and her home.

He kissed the back of her left hand again then continued to kiss softly and slowly up her arm. Each kiss raised goosebumps on her skin. She was thankful to be holding onto his arm. His kisses grew more heated and hungrier as he got closer to her neck. He grazed the top of her shoulder with his teeth. When he got to her left ear he could feel her shiver underneath him. He pinned her hips between him and the edge of the island. They were both still dressed, which simply wouldn't do for the Prince. With his lips still on her neck, he sat her on the edge of the island before he reached behind and pulled the zipper of her dress down.

“As beautiful as this dress is, it's got to go. I do appreciate the colors. Navy Blue and white looks beautiful on you.” he whispered in her ear as the top of her dress fell between them. He slowly let his hands travel to her ass.

He sucked on her neck hard as he slid his hands to the bottom of her dress. He gathered up the bottom until it was bunched at her waist. With her dress bunched at her waist, he had free range to palm her ass. He loved the feeling of her ass as he kneaded, squeezed, caressed, and rubbed her ass. He couldn't help himself. He couldn't control himself. He had to have her.

When she finally looked into his eyes, he had this look that was one part carnal, one part obsessed, and one part possessive. He stepped back to admire her beauty. Her hair was down just barely covering her breasts, her legs dangled over the edge. She is perfection in human form to him.

“You are a Goddess, my Queen.”

“Prove it.” She challenged him.

She watched him sink to his knees and place her feet on his shoulders. He took his time slowly licking, sucking, kissing, and grazing her feet and toes. He wasn't ready to be rough with her yet. There was a spot on her left foot that he sucked that nearly made her jump out of her skin. It felt so good she had to clamp her thighs shut to trap the growing heat.

“Who knew the Prince would be so kinky,” she said to him.

“Most women would call me weird. Hell, even Naya thought I was weird for this.”

“Why because you have a foot fetish?” she asked.

“Yeah. I can't help it. What started as a fondness for women in heels blossomed into this.” he replies.

“No judgment here. You aren't the first man I've met with a foot fetish.”

Marquise looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

“No. Not Cass. He���d think it's completely gross.”

“But you don't?” he asked her.

“Nope. You forget I started here in the Boston Kink scene,” she replies.

“So out of curiosity, if I wanted to…” he trailed off.

“Yes. You could suck on my toes. Any time you wanted. Hell, you even kiss my feet as I walk on the ground. And if you’re a good boy I might even be nice to you and…”

She watched him shudder in delight.

“You are my life,” he whispered.

“Show me, my King.”

With a sound that was a half moan half giggle, she ran the bottom of her right foot across his tongue. The wicked grin on his face excited her.

“Now that I know I don't have to hide who I am from you, I have so many wickedly fun things planned for you, my Queen.”

“I hope fucking me within the next 5 minutes is in those wickedly fun plans of yours. Because I'm getting really needy over here.”

“But of course Mon Amour.”

“But first, we have to get rid of all these clothes. If I have to be naked, so do you, my Prince.”

“But you’re not naked, my Queen.”

“Not yet.”

“Touchè Mi Amor.”

They made quick work of each other’s clothes. Tossing them wherever, before sending Ozzie upstairs to lie down. He let his eyes roam over her body slowly.

“I thank the Gods above for giving me a Goddess here on this earth.”

“Quit thanking the goddamn Gods and fuck me already!”

“So bossy, Princess.”

“You know how I get when I want you.”

“True. Now I get to claim you for myself.”

“No, you don't. I'm not property. You don't get to claim anything. I'm not a trophy. I am a Queen.”

“True enough. Please accept my apology, my love. I meant no disrespect.”

“Good. See that it never happens again.”

He nodded as he placed himself in between her thighs and planted her with a kiss that could've stolen her soul. It was so deep, passionate, and powerful that it took her breath away. She felt his tongue wrestling with hers for control. Meanwhile, he ran his hands up and down her body. Touching her everywhere all at once. It was driving her crazy.

He broke their kiss just so he could drag his mouth from her chest along her neck. He wanted her and he wasn't about to wait much longer. He pulled her off the edge of the island and spun her around so she was pinned between him and the island.

“This is how I want you. Underneath me. Desperate. At my mercy. Needing and ready to be fucked into oblivion.” he whispered in her ear.

His hands traveled the length of her body, sending a delicious warmth coursing through her.

She moaned softly after he started kneading her ass again while kissing the back of her left shoulder.

His left hand stayed on her ass, as his right hand traveled up her body. When it reached the base of her skull, he rubbed his thumb in a soft sensual circle, sending electric pulses shooting from her neck to her toes. She shivered at his soft yet pointed touch. She felt his fingers walk and then tangle themselves in her hair.

“I came here to please your body, my love. I know I’ll satisfy your every need. All you have to do is trust me. Love, I’ll take you to ecstasy.” His voice was low and husky, sending shivers winding down her spine.

She felt him smile against her neck. This is what he wanted, to have her in a frenzied heaven. His right hand went from being tangled in her hair, to resting on her hip. He was more than ready to take her.

“Now my love, what do you think is about to happen?” he whispered to her.

“You’re going to stop torturing me now?” she replies.

“Torture you? My love, I would never do that. I may tease you quite a bit but I would never torture you.”

“Then what would you call all of what you are doing, now?” she asks.

“Driving you crazy. Now close your eyes my love, and brace yourself.”

She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Eager and scared to know what he would do. She could feel his breath on her neck, it was making being trapped between him and the kitchen island extremely hard. She was so focused on his warm breath, that she missed his fingers sliding between her parted thighs.

She moaned softly as she felt the fingers of his right hand brush against her slick folds. As he kissed the spot behind her left ear, his fingers dipped inside her. Her eyes snapped open as he started fingering her.

She shuddered as he continued to touch her. She wanted him to take her right then and there. But he had plans for her and he was determined to stick to them. With his thumb circling her throbbing clit, he slipped into her hot entrance. She gasped as his fingers filled her.

“So wet for me. Just how I want you. All for me.” he purred in her ear.

Between his right hand between her legs and his lips on her neck, she was steadily unraveling. Every whimper, broken moan and strangled scream made him harder than before. He brought her closer and closer to her orgasm climaxing. She was trying to but failing to hang on. She could feel her body starting to give out and so could he.

“That’s it, my love. Don’t hold back! Cum for me! Give me what’s mine!”

Hearing his husky voice mixed with his right hand driving her crazy, was all it took for her orgasm to explode. She watched stars burst in her eyes as she rode the wave of her orgasm. When he let her go she was shaking and out of breath. But he still wanted to feel himself inside her. She leaned against the counter to steady herself.

“Take a moment to catch your breath, my love, because we aren’t done.”

“You’re insatiable. But I don’t need rest. I just need you.”

He slid between her legs and lined himself with her hot entrance. With a kiss on her right shoulder, he entered her.

“Shit!” she hissed as he slid inside her.

“Fucccckkkkk!” he growled.

He felt amazing to her and she to him. Their bodies were in sync with every thrust of his hips. He would pull out until just the tip remained then surge in deep, filling her completely. She clawed at the countertop as he took them both higher and higher.

“Say that you belong to me, Shanelle.” He said to her.

“Marquise I—”

To illustrate his point, he pumped his hips fast and hard. Hitting her G spot with laser precision. It caused her to cry out from how good it felt. He kept at it, causing her to ruin her nails on the countertop as she tried to hang on. It was starting to become too much.

“Marquise! I…I can’t hang on…shit! I can’t take much more!” She cried out. She was desperate for release.

“Then say it, Shanelle!”

At that point, he could’ve asked her to run the Boston marathon butt naked on a Tuesday. She didn’t even care. She would’ve done anything he wanted her to do, as long as she got what she wanted from him.

“Say it Shanelle!” He growled.

“Marquise please!” She begged.

“Say! It!”

She wasn’t one to just give in. But this wasn’t the place for stubborn pride. She knew she had no other choice but to tell him what he wanted to hear. Especially if she wanted to cum.

“I belong to you! Only you! My King! My heart! My love! I need you! I want you! I have to have you! I love you! I love you! God I love you!” She said as he continued fucking her senselessly.

“Yes, my love! You belong to me! You will always belong to me! You are my Queen! My Goddess! I worship you! I love you! I love you! I! Love! You!”

With one final thrust of his hips into her, her orgasm shattered and it swallowed her whole. He wasn't too far behind her as he succumbed to his own orgasm. They stayed still for several minutes both breathless and deliriously happy, before he pulled out and pulled her to the kitchen floor with his arms wrapped around her.

“It's still early. We can go grab a bite to eat like I had planned to do all along.”

She shook her head no.

“I don't wanna go anywhere. I just want to stay here in your arms where I'm safe.”

He brought her left hand to his lips and kissed her engagement ring.

“As you wish my Queen.”

After months and years of chasing her, the Prince finally got the girl of his every dream. And now, nothing and no one could ever stand in his way.

[swanmaids]

OOOOH I HAVE SO MANY CHARACTERS FOR THE ASK GAME…SORRY YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ALL OF THEM

-mel (is this allowed ? can i put her here? pleaseeee)

-catelyn 😏

-turin ⚔️

- stannis 🧅

- findis as far as this can be applied to her

- turgon 🫶

YAYYY!!! OK PUTTING THIS UNDER A CUT LOL....

Ruindis

1: sexuality headcanon

Female misogynist bisexual woman. 2: otp

Of course her insane cringe marriage with Curufin, literally can't beat it. Though of course we're right about the Telchar threesome thing too. 3: brotp

Does she have friends? Well, there's Maz from Nogrod- if Curufin can have a bunch of interactions with dwarves to the point of learning khuzdul, so can she. And she and Celegorm are worsties forever. 4: notp

Don't really think she should be inflicted on anyone but Curufin 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Had her head shaved for Nefarious Deeds in Nargothrond. 7: one way in which I relate to this character

Needs therapy so so bad 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

She is a walking cringe compilation. Getting disowned by her own son was probably the worst moment. 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The most problematic.

Catelyn

1: sexuality headcanon

I doubt she's ever thought about it so I'll say straight for now 2: otp

Mental breakdowns over Nedcat every single day...I found the good sweet heart in Ned... I can't do this I really can't 3: brotp

Brienne! Brienne trying to comfort her when she heard Bran and Rickon were dead was so ;__; 4: notp

PETYR GET AWAY FROM HER DIE JUST DIE 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

I KNOW SHE KISSED THAT SKULL! 6: favorite line from this character

Possibly "I have no sons but Robb" just for the awful nasty dramatic irony of it all. 7: one way in which I relate to this character

I've got red hair too uwu 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

When people make mean awful posts about her... 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Somewhere in between.

Turin

1: sexuality headcanon

Bisexual, it's pretty much canon right? 2: otp

His relationship with Beleg makes me want to throw up and claw my eyes....anglachel saying Beleg's name right before he died...I can't do this 3: brotp

Gwindor ;__; I can't think about them for too long because it makes my heart hurt. 4: notp

Androg. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Doesn't like having his hair touched by anyone other than Beleg and Nienor. 6: favorite line from this character

"RUN, MOCKER OF WOMEN!" 7: one way in which I relate to this character

his disordered personality 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

The Brandir killing was pretty bad :skull: 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The poorest, soggiest meow meow.

Stannis

1: sexuality headcanon

Deeply repressed gay man. 2: otp

Stavos truther thanks to you <33 3: brotp

Really interested in his weird relationship with Mel...what IS going on there. Oh well love her swag. And Shireen...don't kill Shireen...DON'T KILL!! 4: notp

Selyse and NO HATE ON HER OF COURSE IF SHE HAS TWO FANS THATS US....but they're both too repressed and gay. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

That line from the sh*w about him contacting healers from all over the place when Shireen first contracted greyscale was actually valid and I accept it. 6: favorite line from this character

PEACH MONOLOGUE 7: one way in which I relate to this character

I'm a teeth grinder and I have permanent jaw pain from doing it lol 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

would be harder to name something that doesn't. Thinking of that iconic post that just listed all the ways he's an embarrasing flop 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic fave, but not as problematic as he could be.

Findis

1: sexuality headcanon

Lesbian Findis truthers stand up? *three people stand up* 2: otp

Elemmire! Ok I KNOW Elemmire has pretty much nothing but a name and writing a sad song about the trees but she's an epic woman to me. 3: brotp

Finarfin :') I know she visited him in Tirion after the flight of the Noldor I just know it. Also always here for Indis and her children wholesome content. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Actually was ineligible for the throne due to her gender (though I think that's pretty much canon?). A big fan of performing arts, can often be found at the theatre/ ballet or equivalent. 6: favorite line from this character

:/ 7: one way in which I relate to this character

Eldest daughter 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Has done nothing wrong ever.

Turgon

Here!