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Leona - The Whoopsie Wedding

Prompt: "Accidental" Marriage 6 months later, and I'm still trying to complete this prompt challenge. Otherwise known as "my excuse to write random LeonaxYuu stuff."

“Unca Leona!”

Leona’s ear twitched in response to the high-pitched shriek. He made an abrupt about-face and lengthened his stride. The slap of sandals against the stone floor behind him made his ear continue its erratic fluttering.

He had nearly made it to the end of the hall when Kifaji turned the corner in front of him. The old chamberlain’s satisfied grin made a muscle above his eye twitch to the same rhythm as his ear. “Ah, there you are Prince Leona. I was just looking for you. There is a dignitary—”

The sandal slapping grew louder along with the insistent shrieking. “Unca Leona!”

“—who wishes to meet you—”

Leona twisted on his heel without hesitation. Cheka yelped when Leona snatched him out of the air mid-pounce. Throwing his nephew over his shoulder, Leona prowled down the hallway in the opposite direction of Kifaji. “Can’t play replacement for my brother right now. Busy.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk at the startled stutter that escaped Kifaji. “Prince Leona! This is a delicate business relation Crown Prince Falena has—!”

Cheka giggled and wildly kicked his legs. Leona swallowed a growl and pinned the boy’s flailing legs beneath his forearm. “Were you not one of the people insisting I spend more time with my precious nephew? Falena will understand rescheduling the meeting. He rescheduled an entire assembly to attend a little play at his son’s daycare.”

The tired sigh behind him was worth the sharp yank of his hair. He knew he couldn’t argue against Leona’s logic—his brother would be over the moon the moment snitched on him. Leona willingly spending time with his nephew? A new national holiday would be created just to celebrate the miracle.

Checkmate.

Leona couldn’t stop the new growl that rose after another yank on his hair. He flipped Cheka off his shoulder to sit on his forearm. Cheka—the oblivious brat that he was—squeezed his face between tiny hands and grinned. “Unca Leona! Unca Leona!”

“What?” Leona impatiently snapped. He shifted Cheka to his sit on his other arm in hopes the brat would release him. It was a temporary solution because Cheka’s sticky fingers were like magnets to his face. “Stop shouting. You have my attention.”

Cheka hummed. One sandaled foot kicked Leona in the ribs. The lion mask—a smaller version of the one Leona wore with his liongarb—slipped down Cheka’s forehead. “I been lookin’ everywhere for you! Timmy says you ran off to nap, and I says nu uh ‘cause yous a big boy, and big boys don’t take naps!”

Timmy was as a big a brat as Cheka was. The amount of times Leona suffered through listening to Cheka complain about his friend disagreeing with him were too many for Leona to count even if he cared to keep track. Leona couldn’t say that without Cheka getting all weepy for his friend though. Sade would give him a death glare until he finally went back to Night Raven College if she found out he made Cheka all weepy when he should have been having fun with his bratty friends during the Cloudcalling Festival.

He also wasn’t about to admit one of those bratty friends had been right.

“What do you want?” Leona asked with a heavy sigh. Strategically speaking, dealing with Cheka was the lesser of two hassles. Unlike a bunch of sweat-smelling, greedy businessmen, Leona could slip away once Cheka’s extremely tiny attention span waned. He just had to find the right beetle to distract the brat. “I have other things I have to do before returning to school.”

Cheka pouted. His sticky fingers found the strands of beads hanging from the lion mask on Leona’s head. “You gotta go back? But why?”

“I’m only here for the festival,” Leona said with the thin patience of already repeating the same sentence several times. “What do you want?”

The question distracted Cheka from pouting over Leona’s inevitable departure. Cheka pulled on the strand of beads and pointed to one of the doorways ahead of them. “We needs you for a very big thing!”

Leona heavily sighed. The last thing he wanted was to waste his time with Cheka’s bratty friends. He wasn’t a kid-person no matter what Sade tried to say. He barely had the patience for Falena, the biggest kid he knew. Fortunately, kids were easily distractible.

Kalim’s and Lilia’s happy greetings when he turned into the open doorframe made that muscle above his eye twitch again. Grim snickered when the only thing preventing Cheka from flipping over Leona’s forearm in excitement was his grip on the bead strand. “Look what the lion cub dragged in.”

Lilia giggled like the deranged imp he was. The skinny little boy sitting next to him joined his cackling, a pair of small round dark ears flicking from a mop of brownish-red hair. “He certainly does not disappoint! What an excellent sniffer you have!”

Kalim’s laugh sounded less deranged and more ignorantly happy. The chubbier little boy sitting next to him had a dopey type of smile on his face. “I’ll say! It didn’t even take him five minutes. I can’t even find Jamil that quick!”

Cheka emitted a happy grumbly noise at the praise. Leona whipped his forearm out from beneath Cheka, making his nephew squawk in surprise, before grabbing him under the armpits. His eyes cut across the room to where Yuu sat on a floor mat with the last of Cheka’s friends, another lion cub dressed in a liongarb costume with strands of beads woven through her braided blonde hair. Neither of them looked up from the pile of beads on the ground in front of them. The lion cub patiently showed Yuu how to string the beads, continuously measuring the length of the strand around Yuu’s wrist. Yuu nodded with an air of unwavering focus.

Leona ignored the two and turned an unimpressed glower at the others. He flicked his tail at them. “Why am I not surprised none of you stayed at the hotel like I told you to.”

Kalim laughed, predictably missing the sarcasm in Leona’s voice. “Kifaji came by my suite with an invitation from Cheka after we came back! Jamil was busy packing up everything, so I accepted.”

“It would be incredibly rude to reject an invitation from nobility,” Lilia added. Leona caught the bright glint in Lilia’s eyes. “As a representative from Briar Valley, I would hate to taint any diplomatic alliances. Malleus would be highly displeased if he didn’t receive future invitations to visit.”

Leona’s upper lip curled slightly over his teeth. “Like I’d invite the lizard anywhere.”

That glint became brighter. “Oh ho! Whoever said it would be an invitation from you?”

Leona’s eyes narrowed at the challenge. If he hadn’t needed Lilia for the Bead Brawl...

A light tug on his pants made Leona drop Cheka. Cheka landed on the other two boys, who had gathered around Leona’s knees. They squealed and wiggled in a mound of limbs Leona found disturbingly...squishy. Even Leona couldn’t contort into the pretzel positions they did.

Leona decided to ignore all of them and directed his next question to Yuu. “Did the beauty queen and Jack miss the invitation?”

Yuu’s eyes barely flicked in his direction, her focus on her current task of stringing beads. “Vil wanted to go soak in the Ivory Springs again before we left. He said it was the least he was owed after the injury he took for you in the Bead Brawl. Jack went with him since he’s been feeling better. He still wanted to see parts of the city even if the festival has kinda died down after the rain.” Yuu glanced up long enough to meet Leona’s gaze. “I made him take three bottles of water with him.”

Leona grunted. “It’s not my problem if he has another heatstroke. He’s aware of the risks now.”

Cheka jumping on his leg was the perfect excuse to dismiss Yuu’s unconvinced hum. Leona stiffened when Cheka’s friends grabbed him without hesitation. Was that snot dripping out of the chubbier one’s nose?

“Unca Leona! Unca Leona!” Cheka demanded. “You gotta play with me!”

Leona bristled at the command. Kalim’s cheery laugh was the only thing preventing him from punting Cheka and his friends across the room. “Cheka told us only you could play the role in the game he wants to play because it’s one of the most important roles. He wouldn’t even let Vil fill in before he left!”

“’Cause only Unca Leona can do it!” Cheka insisted. He twisted away from Leona and ran across the room, taking his friends with him. “Unca Leona is leader of the Sunset Warriors! Timmy! Pupa! Come stand here!”

Leona ignored Cheka haughtily commanding his friends in favor of imagining Vil’s reaction to Cheka’s logic. He almost wished he had been there to see the offended huffing. Leona could imagine that was why Vil had chosen another trip to the Ivory Springs as opposed to an opportunity of running into the rest of Leona’s family at the palace.

A tug on his fingers made Leona glance down at the little girl. She stared up at him with narrowed blue eyes. Leona narrowed his eyes back down at her. She barely stood taller than his knee, yet she had already mastered the same judgmental stare Sade gave him when he skipped “important” family activities.

Her glare never wavering, she held out one of the beaded bracelets she and Yuu made. “Take this”

Leona’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t immediately obey her command. “Why should I?”

A jab to the back of his ribs made him turn his glower on Yuu. She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “She’s not asking you to eat a cactus. You can accept a gift without pretending you’re offended.”

“A gift?” Leona questioned. The girl tugged on his fingers again, and he fought the urge to snatch his hand from her grasp. "Being told to accept something doesn’t sound like a gift.”

“It’s not a gift,” the girl confirmed. She yanked on one finger hard enough for Leona to feel the hollow pop of a joint. Her tail angrily swished behind her when he conveyed his displeasure with a muted growl. “You gotta take it to give to her.”

Leona frowned. He shot Yuu a suspicious glare, but she only shrugged. She held up the bracelet she made and gave it a little shake. “Don’t look at me. I’ve got my bracelet.”

The little lioness emitted an annoyed huff. “That’s not yours either! Come on. Cheka! We’re ready.”

Cheka jumped at the sudden shout. He ran back across the room to grab a patterned throw blanket draped over a bench. He climbed up on the bench and threw his shoulders back. Timmy and Pupa ran over to stand on the right side of the bench. Without receiving any instructions, Kalim, Lilia, and Grim moved to stand on the opposite side. Kalim grinned widely at Leona while Lilia softly snickered into his hand.

Grim put his paws on his hips. “Let’s get this thing over with. I wanna go grab some more food from the festival stalls before they pack everything up!”

Cheka solemnly nodded at the girl. “Bring Unca Leona and Ms. Yuu to me, Zahara.”

Zahara slipped between them to grasp their hands, dragging them forward behind her. Leona loudly sighed and questioned his earlier decision to avoid Kifaji. There was no escaping Cheka with the others here. Especially the prefect, who jabbed his ribs again when he when he didn’t budge from Zahara’s tugging. “Just play along.”

It was Leona’s turn to roll his eyes towards the ceiling. He stood his ground for about half a second—finding the little girl’s impatient grunting to be amusing—before another jab forced him to “play along.” By the time Zahara presented them to Cheka, his nephew had already become distracted with adjusting the throw blanket over him like a robe. A polite cough from Lilia snapped Cheka’s attention back to them. “Oh, right! Estimated peoples! We came here today to, uh, join the macaronis!”

“Macaronis?” Timmy—or Pupa, Leona honestly didn’t know which of Cheka’s friends was which, but it was the scrawny looking one—repeated. His head bobbed around in a way that reminded Leona of a meerkat peeking out of his tunnel. “What does macaronis gotta do with anything?”

“It sounds tasty,” Pupa said with the same dopey smile he’d had since Leona arrived.

“I dunno what the macaronis do,” Cheka said with a shrug. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders again when it slipped. “But that’s what they said.”

Timmy’s entire face wrinkled. Zahara jabbed his ribs in the same way Yuu had jabbed Leona. “Hush! We’re not done yet.”

Leona never thought he’d empathize with one of Cheka’s friends, but the exasperated sigh from Timmy had him nodding in agreement. Lilia leaned over and whispered quietly in Cheka’s ear. Cheka’s ear twitched. Leona glared at Lilia when he fell back into his place with a giggle.

Cheka threw out his hands. “Present the bracelets!”

Yuu offered her bracelet to Cheka without hesitation. Cheka shook his head. He leaned forward and in a loud whisper said, “You gotta give it to Unca Leona, Ms. Yuu!”

Leona’s fingers rolled over the beads of the bracelet Zahara had forced onto him. A memory whispered at the back of his thoughts, but Lilia’s giggles and Grim’s bemoaning “Hurry up!” chased it away. Yuu did as Cheka said and offered the bracelet to Leona instead. When Leona didn’t immediately accept it, she gently swung it from the tip of her finger. “Don’t make me put this on you myself.”

Leona snorted. Deciding the quickest route to escaping all this was to play along, Leona took the bracelet from her. He tossed the other bracelet he held at Yuu, figuring that was his role in this weird game. He smirked when Yuu scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground.

“The bracelets are presented,” Cheka happily exclaimed. He hopped in place on the bench. Leona took a small step forward when Cheka’s bouncing put him perilously close to the edge of the bench (because Sade would chew his ear off if Cheka broke an arm). “Holy macaronis is complete! Now you go whoopsie, and I get a cousin!”

It was the first time Cheka’s prattling had left Leona completely speechless. His ears twitched from Kalim’s happy applause and Cheka’s friends’ mixed reactions of excitement and childish disgust. Lilia’s giggles had morphed into deranged cackles again. Grim’s head swiveled between them all. “I don’t get it. Is this another weird human thing? ‘Cause last I checked, macaroni was for eating, not...whatever this is.”

Leona whipped his head towards Yuu. Her expression had completely flattened save for the small wrinkle between her eyebrows. She slowly blinked when Cheka jumped off the bench and tackled her legs. His thin tail swished behind him like an excited dog. “Can you give me a cousin before you leave? I want him to come to my next birthday party!”

The whispered memory roared to the forefront of Leona’s tangled thoughts. Sade’s stupid friend—the one who had a shotgun wedding last summer. The one Sade kept calling a “whoopsie wedding” because she wasn’t about to sit down and explain to Cheka why everyone kept whispering about a missing baby. Sade had even said the couple exchanged bracelets they had made instead of rings because it was trendy or something equally as stupid.

The kids—being kids—didn’t notice the new stiffness in the prefect or the shift in Lilia’s cackles. They huddled around Yuu and celebrated with happy cries. Cheka was the first to break away, and then it was like nothing had happened. Cheka took off across the room, and the other three naturally followed, the two boys grabbing an unsuspecting Grim and dragging him along with them. The direbeast sputtered when he was forced to sit between Cheka and Zahara while Timmy and Pupa served them imaginary plates of grilled beetles.

Kalim was easily pulled into the game, “eating” his pretend beetles with gusto alongside Cheka. Lilia cackled and patted Leona’s elbow. “What an exciting way to end our adventure here! Now, you take care of our dear prefect. I know plenty of young men who will have a thing or two to say if you make too big of a whoopsie."

An awkward cough from Yuu was the only thing that prevented Leona from snapping at Lilia’s retreating back. She wouldn’t look at him, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. “So, uh, that was something. Cheka has such a creative imagination.”

Leona’s scowl flipped into a wide grin. He flicked his tail in her direction. She jumped when his tail brushed the back of her hand. His grin widened. "Imagination? You were the one who made the bracelet for me. You want me to believe you didn’t understand the significance behind it?”

Yuu’s head snapped in his direction just as he had anticipated. Her eyes narrowed at him with obvious doubt. “It’s just a bracelet.”

Leona hummed. He plucked at the larger red beads of his bracelet, feeling the shallow engravings in the glass beads. “I’m shocked you don’t have the Sunset Savanna’s traditions memorized by now. Jack brags about your dedication to learning Twisted Wonderland’s history after every little study session you froshes have.”

The sunburn Yuu had developed over the last day slightly deepened in hue across her face. “I don’t exactly have the time to memorize every single country’s traditions. I’m the only one responsible enough to clean up all you boys’ messes after all.”

Leona held back a derisive snort. He saw straight through her attempts to distract him, and he wouldn’t let her divert the embarrassment so easily. “Now I’m hurt. You’ve memorized the magical principles of alchemy but not engagement rituals? If I didn’t know any better, I'd say you were toying with my emotions.”

“Engagement ritual?” Yuu didn’t sound nearly as scandalized as he would have liked, but where she was able to control her tone, her flush spread unhindered down her neck. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. What does a child’s imaginary game have anything to do with engagement rituals?”

Leona clicked his tongue. He lifted his forearm and twisted his wrist for her to get a good look at his bracelet. The lie unfolded with the same ease as one of Vil’s flimsy little hand fans. “You see the symbol on these red beads? Couples once used the same symbol to proclaim their intentions of courting. If both parties accepted the courting, they’d paint the symbol on their foreheads with the same juice from the baobab fruit used to paint the Prince of Beasts forehead at his birth.”

Yuu’s eyes remained narrow, but Leona caught the quick flick down to her own bracelet. She lifted her arm a second later and shook it with enough force to make the loose bracelet bounce against her smaller wrist. “All right then. Say I believe you. What’s the green beetle and yellow lion faces on my bracelet meant to symbolize in this so-called courting?”

Leona barely blinked. “The green beetle is a promise to provide in even the harshest times. It was once said that the Prince of Beasts survived on a diet of insects after he became lost in the wilds beyond the savanna. Hence the symbolism.” He paused until he saw the slight widening of Yuu’s eyes, a subtle sign of her buying his lie. “I’d say the lions are pretty obvious. A promise of strength and protection.”

That subtle hint of naivety instantly disappeared behind the prefect’s default blank expression. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up to fully meet his gaze. The flush had paled to nothing more than a sunburn again. “Strength and protection, huh? Then shouldn’t the lions be on your bracelet? A promise from me for strength and protection? Because last I checked, it’s a pretty accepted fact that lionesses are tougher on the savanna than you broody, princely lions.”

Leona sighed. He mimicked her posture, though his added slouch gave a hint of natural conviction. “Strength doesn’t come from just brute power. Wit can outmaneuver a flying fist with the right amount of flexibility and awareness.”

“You’re so full of crap. Next, you’ll try to tell me a baboon’s ass is the symbol of wisdom around here.”

Leona chuckled, finding her shift from gullible embarrassment to sharp skepticism amusing. He casually flicked his wrist while at the same time turning away from her. “If you want to be so dismissive of our traditions, I won’t stop you. More sympathy for me—the poor prince so callously rejected by an ignorant proposal. You can be the one to tell the brat he won’t be getting his whoopsie cousin anytime soon.”

Yuu didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll tell Sade you made Cheka cry for no reason.”

Leona stopped short and shot her a narrowed glare. He lightly hissed between his teeth. “The guards wouldn’t allow you close enough to speak to Sade even if Kifaji wasn’t the one watching the brat today.”

Yuu arched one eyebrow. “Did you forget I have her cellphone number to video call Cheka? She’s even told me to text her if you ever gave me trouble.”

Leona was going to have a chat with his sister-in-law. This was why he had never brought anyone around to visit—even if he had cared to bring anyone from NRC home, giving Falena and Sade direct access to people he associated with? Leona would rather eat vegetables for the rest of his life.

Still, he couldn’t help but prod at Yuu’s renewed confidence. “And will you be telling her about our whoopsie marriage too?”

Yuu’s eyelids lightly fluttered. “Well, someone has to confirm if Cheka has the authority to officiate a marriage, being a recognized prince and all.”

Leona snorted and left when he caught Lilia shooting a wide grin in his direction. He wasn’t about to be stuck playing pretend with Cheka and his friends because the prefect thought she could use the threat of Sade to manipulate him. It was worth the risk of running into Kifaji again and being dragged to a boring, business luncheon. He could handle a slime-ball businessman; he wasn’t about to sit around here and lick the air pretending it was a grub soup with Lilia giggling on the side.

A few days later, with the Cloudcalling Festival behind them, Leona pointedly ignored the bracelet Yuu continued to wear to classes and pretended the matching bracelet wasn’t stashed away in a drawer of his desk where even Ruggie wouldn’t find it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst yuu #leonaxyuu #ffc 2024 #cloudcalling on the savanna

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yanderecrazysie · 1 year

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Can I please request for yandere todoroki who at first was very cold and distant to you because he was unhappy with you and his quirk marriage courtesy of Endeavor. The reader tries to get along with him even making him cold soba and bringing it to him during his patrols. But todoroki remains stubbornly coldly ignoring the reader. One day the reader finally has enough and decides to just destroy the quirk marriage contract and leave for the countryside leaving everyone including Todoroki behind. Todoroki then starts to slowly fall for the reader now missing how the reader took care of him and cooked his favorite meals, he also starts to view The reader in as their own person without being clouded by his judgment. Todoroki then turns yandere out of shear yearning for you, he has recognized his mistakes and wants to make things right no matter the consequences, he will have you back and continue on with the marriage.

-Thank you for reading my request. I really love your writing especially the yandere cheater ones, they’re my favorite.

Thank you! And I’ll be glad to write this! ^-^

Title: Is It a Crime

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Shoto isn’t fond of the quirk marriage his dad has arranged. At least, he didn’t think so at first.

Part 2: here

“Is it a crime

That I still want you?

And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake

My love is taller, taller than the Empire State

It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean

I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back”

-from “Is It a Crime” by Sade

“Cold soba, just how you like it,” you try your best to smile warmly, but the glare he sends you is as cold as the dish you try handing to him.

“I’m not hungry.”

Your smile falters a little, you had hoped that your cooking would get through to him. Wasn’t the fastest way to a man’s heart through his stomach?

Shoto resumes scrolling on his phone, indifferent to the sad look you give him. Your heart gives a painful tug in your chest- what were you supposed to do to get him to like you?

It wasn’t like you particularly wanted in this marriage either.

Your parents had left the final choice up to you, claiming that they’d be fine without the money, when you knew it was the opposite. They were too elderly to work and you couldn’t get a second job while in college to support them.

Endeavor had swooped in, offering to support your parents as long as you were married to Shoto. Evidently, he was drawn in by your powerful healing quirk, and could picture strong grandchildren that could use ice, fire, and heal themselves.

In order to give you and your parents security, you entered into the agreement, assuming Endeavor’s son was okay with the contract.

You were wrong.

Shoto seemed to hate you more and more with each passing day. He’d made it clear from day one what he thought of your marriage.

“I want nothing to do with the marriage, nor you. I will never love nor care for you like a husband should. Give up and go home.”

You were determined to continue the forced relationship, not willing to easily give up the life your parents would be supported by. Yet, no progress was made towards wedding plans nor any discussion of life after marriage.

Endeavor wasn’t pushy about when a wedding should be set, telling you that Shoto was “needlessly stubborn about things”. But you’d begun to worry that maybe he would never come around to the idea of loving you.

And, really, how could you expect that of him? It wasn’t fair to suddenly come into someone’s life and wait for them to love you like a husband loves his wife.

You retreated to the kitchen to deal with your thoughts, putting the soba in the refrigerator in case Shoto got hungry. You thought over what you should do, a little bored with the housewife position you’d been put in. Shoto was a pro hero, Endeavor one as well- you had no reason to even continue college. The two of them each had enough money right now to live off of three times over.

You were ready to hang on as long as it took.

Until you overheard Shoto on the phone.

“She’s annoying. Not my type at all. I could never love anyone like her, even without this quirk marriage nonsense my father is forcing on me.”

You felt tears pricking your eyes. He’d never, ever like you, would he? This was just a waste of time, until Endeavor either forced you into a wedding that made Shoto despise you even more, or canceled your contract for you.

You went straight to the number one hero himself, heart pounding in your chest as you approached his office and knocked quietly on the door. A moment later, you stood before him, those tears from earlier finally falling.

“Shoto will never love me. I think it’d be best for both of us if we… just… went our separate ways.” Your voice quavered, and your eyes closed tightly for the finish.

Endeavor sat back in his chair, obviously surprised, “But your parents-”

“I can quit college and get a second job.”

Endeavor blinked and, after an eternity, pressed on, “My son is stubborn, he has rebelled against me before. You should not take it personally.”

You considered his words. Perhaps Shoto didn’t hate you, just the arranged marriage. But then you remembered his words over the phone and started to cry all over again.

“No… no. I’m sure. I want to cancel the marriage. I’m sorry.”

Endeavor nodded, “I understand.”

Shoto woke up in a bad mood and it only worsened when he didn’t see you in the kitchen, making him breakfast. You always made him breakfast, so why not today? Were you sick?

He checked the fridge and found the cold soba from yesterday. Not exactly a proper breakfast, but it would do.

Sour expression on his face, he wondered why you weren’t awake, bustling around like a happy tornado, cleaning every surface like you had a grudge against it. Maybe you really were sick. He spooned soba into his mouth, debating whether or not to check on you.

Against his better judgment, he walked over to your room and knocked sharply on it. He gave an exasperated sigh when there was no response and opened the door, only to find… nothing. No clothes, no knick knacks, nothing that made the room uniquely you, like it had once been.

His heart sank in his chest and he leaned against the door, head hanging down as his thoughts raced. Wasn’t he supposed to be happy? Thrilled, even? This meant that the quirk marriage was over, right?

So why did he feel crushed?

Shoto stormed into his father’s office without knocking. “Where is she?”

Endeavor looked up from his paperwork, surprised. “Gone. The marriage is off.”

The younger man left, a hole deep in his heart where you had once been. He hadn’t realized it, so focused on hating you, but he couldn’t live without you. He felt like he was panicking, his breath was coming fast and heavy, his mind clouded with thoughts of you.

He knew where you lived, he’d been there once before to meet you. It wasn’t a far walk, and he’d be running.

He could be there in ten minutes. He was positive he could convince you to sign the contract again.

It was time to bring his bride back home.

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere shoto #todoroki shoto

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lafcadiosadventures · 1 year

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historical french bisexuality euphemisms:

Amphibious animal: “Enfin, mon cher, je suis un animal amphibie ; j’aime tout, je m’amuse de tous les genres” La Philosophie dans le boudoir, Sade.

être au poil et à la plume-> a dog that’s trained to hunt both birds and furry animals. Registred by the duc de Saint-Simon in his Memoirs: « sur la débauche, il avait de plus que [son frère] d’être au poil et à la plume »

#languages #lgbtqia+ history #a very short list xD

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 8 months

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Pearls.

Synopsis: Raising a child was the hardest thing a mother could do, especially alone.

A/n: I was listening to Pearls by Sade and thought of Alastor’s mother, so I decided to write about it because I feel like no one talks about how much of a godsend that woman is. Everyone’s always talking about Alastor and the reader, or Alastor this and Alastor that , we need to thank the woman who gave us Alastor. (Vivziepop) HIS MOMMA THE SWEETEST WOMAN IN NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA DAMNIT, anyways hope you guys enjoyed :)

Pearls by Sade

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating, mentions Racism, typical 1900’s - 1930’s stereotypes, NOT AN ALASTOR X READER, just a background one-shot on Alastor and his Momma because we need more of them out here

Navigation!! // Masterlist!! // Serendipity Writes (event)

There is a woman in Somalia

Scraping for pearls on the roadside

There's a force stronger than nature

Keeps her will alive

Sylvie tried her hardest. She was raising a son on her own, working anywhere she could. Lord knew things weren’t easy, but what was? Life was hard, and it wasn’t going to go soft on Sylvie just because of her newborn son. If someone would have told her a year ago the man she fell in love with would have left her with a child, she’d have incense all over her all the time.

Alastor’s father was not a bragger. In fact, he hid Sylvie as best as he could. Giving her money every week by midnight, enough to keep her mouth shut, though she would never tell anyone, but not enough money to last her and her son. Babies were expensive, and things were only becoming worth more and more money. Who in their right mind would hire a black woman to work for them? Hell, even showing her face was a bit risky, the only reason she hadn’t been thrown into jail was because of her son. Though she didn’t like admitting this fact.

She dressed in her best clothes, shined her shoes and kissed her son goodbye, leaving him with her most trusted support, her mother. Sylvies mother knew of her, frivolous activities, to say the least. But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be there for her daughter any less. Sylvie tried her best to straighten her hair, despite her mother’s warnings not too. She needed to look pretty, tamed, and well kept. Having her large fro wouldn’t land her a job anywhere. She needed to look her best, even if it came off as a desperate attempt to survive. But she needed too.

She stands in front of the mirror, brushing her now straight head of hair as carefully as she could. A red hat sitting perfectly on her hair, her long beige skirt stopping just below her knees. Her long sleeve white shirt embellished with a perfect pearl necklace. Ironically, it wasn’t hers, but her mother’s. Her father had worked hard to get enough money to gift it to her mother. She sighed, mentally hoping that she got this job. It was hardly anything, fifty cents an hour. If she worked every day for a week, four hours the way the ad in the paper said, then she’d have ten dollars a week. With the money from Alastor’s father, that left her with thirty five dollars. The heat alone was forty dollars. She’d be five short, but thankfully living with her mother made things a bit, easier.

“Are you leaving in time?” Sylvie’s mother asks. She stands in the doorway with the small child in her hands, gently rocking him. He’s silent, soft snores flowing through Sylvie’s ears and she smiles. She walks toward her mother, away from the mirror and stops. She reaches out slowly, and her mother gently hands the child to her. She takes her son in her hands and smiles, turning away from her mother while slowly rocking her son. Her mother reaches forward to close the door quietly, letting Sylvie have her time with her son. Sylvie smiles down at him, sitting at the edge of her bed slowly.

“I’ll give you the best life I can.” She whispers, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I promise.”

This is how she's dying

She's dying to survive

Don't know what she's made of

I would like to be that brave

By the time Alastor was five he knew how to read and write fluently. He could read books for days and knew all the latest dances as Sylvie made it her priority to make him versatile. She wanted her son to be the best little man he could, well, little now at least.

“I don’t get it. Romeo was in love with every girl he saw.” Alastor said, adjusting his skeeters to look at her better. She stood at the stove, sliding peppers, onions and a few other spices into the pot in front of her. It had been two years since her mother passed, and she stayed in her house with Alastor, wanting to raise him around love. She knew her mother was looking down on them, and one day, hoped to be with her too.

“Honey, stories aren’t for you to understand. They’re just there to make you think.” She says, swiping her hands over the pot after putting the cutting board down. She smiles and turns to him, stopping her movements. She pinches his cheek before smiling. “From the looks of it, seems like it has you thinking too.” She says, before letting go to walk to the sink. Alastor follows behind her quickly, still speaking.

“Maybe, I’m not sure. Do you think they deserved to be together?” Alastor asked, before Sylvie shrugged, letting the cold water hit her hands. She cleans her hands off, shutting the water quickly before wiping her hands on her towel tucked neatly into the waistband of her apron.

“I think they deserved to be happy, and if that means the two of them being in love then, yes.” Sylvie says, perking up at the music flowing through the radio. Though fairly new, the small box was her favorite thing in the world, and raising Alastor with that love almost made it feel genetic. “Oh look honey, our song is on.” Sylvie says, turning the volume up a bit. Suddenly, Alastor begins dancing quickly in his place, and as Sylvie turns back to him, she finds herself laughing, watching her son dance his heart out all on his own, albeit a bit odd, but he was having fun, and that was what mattered. She danced her way back over to him, holding her hands out for him to grab, which he did, happily spinning around his mother with laughter.

“Oh the food!” Sylvie said through her laughs, walking back over to the pot while Alastor continued to dance until the songs end. He sits on the floor, watching his mother stir the pot, fixing his skeeters.

“What’cha making?” Alastor asked, standing on his tip-toes to see, leaning against the counter.

“Jambalaya.” She said with a wink.

She cries to the heaven above

There is a stone in my heart

She lives a life she didn't choose

And it hurts like brand new shoes

Alastor was eight years old when Sylvie found out his father was married to another woman. He was eight years old when the woman showed up to their home, her two kids with her. He watched the woman yell at his mother in their doorway, her kids behind her as they observed Alastor standing behind his mother.

“You filthy slut! Sleeping with my husband! How dare you?!” The woman screamed, jabbing her finger into Sylvie’s chest. She was in tears, embarrassed, confused, heartbroken and ashamed.

“I didn’t know! He didn’t tell me anything! I never knew you were married or even had kids!” Sylvie defended, an arm in front of Alastor to shield him from her. The woman stoped, looking at Alastor with disgust, before dread washed over her.

“Don’t tell me that boy is his…” She trailed off, voice getting quieter. Sylvie said nothing, turning to Alastor with a sad smile, teary eyed.

“How about you go, go to the sitting room. Okay?” She asked quietly, giving him her best smile. He nodded, giving the woman and her children one more look, before listening to his mother. Once he was out of earshot, Sylvie turned back to the woman and sighed. “Yes, that is his son. He doesn’t come to see us, and he never has.” Sylvie said, before looking at the woman’s children, a boy and a girl. Both were pale, with light blue eyes and lighter hair to match their mother. The boy looked more like Alastor’s father, and Sylvie couldn’t deny the way it hurt to look at him, so she looked away. “He doesn’t come here anymore. I haven’t seen him since I told him I was pregnant. That was eight years ago.” Sylvie said. The woman’s eyes widened.

“Eight years ago?” She asked in a whisper. Sylvie said nothing, smiling at the two kids.

“Please don’t let this tear your home apart.” Sylvie said, her heart going out to the woman’s children. “They don’t deserve that. It was in the past and I-… I’ve moved on.” Sylvie said, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself. In truth, she had been jumping from job to job at night, while homeschooling Alastor during the day. Paying for good paper, school books. It was bad enough she had been wearing the same clothes for years, only spending money on Alastor. His clothes were larger than him, it was easier to buy them bigger so she didn’t need to keep wasting money on out-grown clothes.

“I see…let’s go children.” The woman said, putting her hands on the children’s shoulders and guiding them down the porch steps, which had been rotting away slowly due to the old wood. When they were finally out of sight, Sylvie shut the door, sighing with a heavy heart. She walked through the halls of the home and to the sitting room, finding Alastor sitting in silence, looking down at his hands, radio playing softly in the background.

“Hey honey.” Sylvie said softly, the boys head looking at her quickly.

“Hi momma.” He said quietly. She gave him a sad smile and sat down next to him.

“You okay?” She asked, and he just sat in silence again, looking down at his hands.

“Who was that?” Alastor asked, and Sylvie just sighed. She knew one day she would have to tell him, but so soon? Sylvie took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Alastor’s questioning eyes. “Alastor, those children… they’re your father’s, and that woman is their mother,” she began gently, choosing her words with care. “Your father and I share a past that happened before you came into this world. It’s a complicated story, and I’ve been doing my best to shield you from it, wanting to give you a chance at a simpler life.” She paused, gauging his reaction before continuing, “Their family is a part of your history, and while I’ve moved on, it seems the past has a way of catching up with us. I want you to know that whatever happens, we face it together, as a family. You’re the most important thing in my life, Alastor, and nothing will change that.”

Hurts like brand new shoes

There is a woman in Somalia

The sun gives her no mercy

The same sky we lay under

Burns her to the bone

Alastor was ten when the topic of his father came up again. It was after Sylvie and him had come back from groceries. Sylvie was still working multiple jobs at night, leaving at eight once Alastor was tucked into bed and sound. She had begun to sell some of her things, he was growing quicker now. He was up to her shoulder, and he was only ten. Sylvie was average height, five feet and four inches, with Alastor at five feet and two inches. His hair was getting straighter the more he grew, his tight curls softening into looser ones, but still made him handsome nonetheless.

Walking up the stairs to the porch, Sylvie and Alastor stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing two children, around his age, sitting on their front porch chairs, plates of hot food in their hands. Sylvie had remembered them instantly, the boy especially looking like Alastor’s father.

“Hello. May we help you..?” Sylvie asked carefully, Alastor staring the two children down. The girl just frowned and looked to the ground, while the boy stood up. He was the same height as Alastor too.

“We wanted too… speak with you Miss..?” The boy questioned, unsure of Sylvie’s name. She lied on the spot, giving him some dumb white name instead of her own.

“Adam’s.” She said quickly. Alastor said nothing, but his face said it all as he watched his mother open the door to their home, paper bags in hand. Alastor held the rest, all the while staring at the young boy and girl. “Would you like to come in?” She asked the children, and the boy shook his head.

“No thank you Ms. Adam’s, we just wanted to ask you something. Is that alright?” The boy asked. Sylvie nodded slowly, opening the door wider for Alastor to step in. Alastor stood behind Sylvie, curiously watching.

“Oh alright, just a moment please then.” Sylvie said with a small smile, and the boy nodded back to her. Sylvie shut the door, and Alastor turned on his heel to the kitchen.

“Momma, are those the kids you told me about?” He asked, knowing Sylvie, his mother, had given him bits and pieces of his father’s history, his children and life. Sylvie said nothing until the two got to the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter. Sylvie gave Alastor a thoughtful look, uncertainty clouding her features. "I'm not sure, honey. They didn't mention the reason," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of worry. "It seems they're here with questions or concerns. I'll find out when I talk to them." Alastor, sensing his mother's concern, stepped closer to her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring hug. Sylvie embraced him back, the shared warmth a silent acknowledgment of their unbreakable bond.

"Alright, Momma. Let me know if you need me," Alastor said, offering his support as Sylvie prepared to face the unexpected visit from his half-siblings. Alastor stood in the kitchen, putting groceries away per Sylvie’s request. Sylvie steps back outside, nodding to the two children.

“So, what can I help you with?”

Long as afternoon shadows

It's gonna take her to get home

Each grain carefully wrapped up

Pearls for her little girl

Alastor moved away from home when he was eighteen, going to New York to pursue his career in journalism. Sylvie supported him fully, saving money every month since he was thirteen for the occasion. She’d have him read her the paper while she made dinner, listening to him talk and perfect his voice.

Recently for his birthday, Sylvie had taken him to see a play. Romeo and Juliet, the first ever ‘complex’ book he’d read, so naturally it was only right his first play follow the same format right?

“Take care of yourself for me, okay honey?” Sylvie asked as she stood at the station with Alastor. He just smiled down at her, watching her dust off his shoulders and straighten his tie.

“I will, don’t worry about me, please.” He said with a smile, allowing her to fix his hair and shift his skeeters, knowing it was just her nerves.

“You know I can’t help it.” She said with a soft smile, hearing the train horn go off again. “Go, before you miss your train.” She said quickly, stepping on her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before stepping away. To her surprise, her son, who usually truly disliked anyone touching him, embraced her. She smiled and patted his back softly, trying her hardest not to cry right there. “Write me when you get there.” Sylvie said, and Alastor just nodded.

“Love you momma.” He said quietly to her, before he pulled away, a bright smile back on his face. “I’ll write you as soon as I get to the city.” He said, and Sylvie nodded. Watching her son get on the train and leave, adorned in his best suit, brand new as Sylvie had saved so much for it just for this moment.

Sylvie returned home that day, walking into her now empty home with tears in her eyes. She went to her bedroom, opening a small box out from under her bed. Tears streamed down her face as she opened the box, picking up a small bottle from inside, popping the cork off and tracing her finger along the rim. Then, quietly, she spoke to herself.

“s'il vous plaît, ancêtres, protégez-le aussi longtemps que vous le pouvez” ( “please ancestors, protect him for as long as you can”)

In the bustling city of New York, Alastor found that it was a bit easier to land a job, though not much, it was a start. He settled into the fast-paced rhythm of city life, immersing himself in the world of news and media. Soon enough, he climbed his way to the top, changing his accent and becoming so well known his mother listened to his broadcast everyday.

Back home, Sylvie eagerly awaited Alastor’s letters, cherishing every word that bridged the distance between them. The letters became a lifeline, a way for mother and son to stay connected despite the miles.

As Alastor navigated his way through the competitive world of journalism, he found success, but the city’s relentless pace also brought its own set of trials. He was a mixed man, people did not take kindly to that fact. But status meant more than anything and he had the money to get by. With each triumph and setback, he continued to write to Sylvie, sharing his experiences and seeking comfort in her unwavering support.

Their bond, though physically stretched, remained unbroken.

Hallelujah

Alastor was twenty three when he came back home. He had gotten a transfer and began to host his show in Louisiana. Living with his mother hadn’t been a difficult adjustment. In fact, to Alastor, it felt like things had fallen right back into place. Until it hadn’t. As Alastor grew, the shadows of both the roaring twenties and the practice of voodoo cast their complex hues over their lives. Sylvie, a practitioner of voodoo, had passed down the sacred traditions to her son, weaving a tapestry of mysticism and heritage into the fabric of their existence.

In moments of desperation, Alastor found himself drawn to the potent rituals he had learned from his mother. The voodoo practices, once a source of connection and understanding, became a tempting tool to manipulate circumstances in his favor. Alastor, in the pursuit of success and happiness, began using the ancient arts for personal gain, delving into a darker side of the mystic practices.

Sylvie, sensing her son's divergence from the righteous path of voodoo, couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Yet, beneath her disapproval, a mother's unwavering love persisted. She yearned for Alastor's happiness, even if it meant witnessing him tread on ethically murky grounds. Sylvie grappled with the conflict between her teachings and her maternal instincts, understanding that her son's choices were his own to make. However, it was easier to ignore things when the shadows around her home didn’t taunt her, despite her son’s warnings to them. Often times, she’d find him tracing symbols onto his hand during a conversation with someone, always behind his back as he spoke. She’d find small towers made of sticks her backyard sometimes, hanging around tree’s and something’s hiding in bushes. She said nothing, deciding it was his choice, but she’d always cleanse her area, and began to beg the spirits to lead her son in the right direction.

Their home, once a haven of warmth, now harbored the echoes of decisions made in pursuit of desires. Sylvie, despite disapproving of Alastor's misuse of voodoo, remained a steadfast pillar of support. For a mother's love, resilient and unconditional, transcended the boundaries of right and wrong. The tangled threads of voodoo, jazz, and maternal love wove together in the backdrop of their lives, creating a narrative of complexity and nuance.

Hallelujah

It was when Sylvie fell ill that Alastor had begun to change his ways, or partially. Becoming bedridden, Sylvie could no longer do things. Her son had grown into a well respected man, one she loved and cherished so much. But, she feared her time was coming soon and thus could no longer keep him safe anymore. He had done so well as an adult, he made something respectable out of himself. He became someone. Her biggest hope for him had come true, he had made a name for himself, left his mark on the world through radio. She was so proud of him.

In Sylvie’s final days, Alastor found himself torn between the guilt of his previous actions and the desire to make amends. The echoes of the past whispered in his ear, urging him to rectify the missteps that had strained the sacred bond between mother and son. He knew his mother disapproved of the way he used her teachings, but it wasn’t easy living in the world, fighting to make ends meet and fighting for respect.

One evening, as the dim light of a fading sunset painted Sylvie’s room, Alastor made a silent vow to honor his mother’s teachings. With a heavy heart, he delved into the mystic arts not to manipulate fate, but to seek guidance and help. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows as Alastor immersed himself in the rituals he had once misused. He had tried everything, saving money for the best medication, home remedies, having specialists see her, everything.

As Sylvie’s condition worsened, Alastor found solace in being by her side, tending to her needs with a newfound tenderness. The past haunted him, yet the present held the opportunity for redemption. In caring for his ailing mother, Alastor discovered a profound connection that transcended the barriers of time and choices made.

The world outside continued to applaud Alastor’s radio success, unaware of the internal transformation transpiring within him. Sylvie, weakened but perceptive, observed the change in her son with a quiet pride. As Sylvie lay in her bed, the fragility of life evident in her every breath, Alastor approached with a mixture of reverence and regret. The room was adorned with flickering candles, casting an ethereal glow that danced on the walls.

“Mother, I… I’ve come to seek your guidance.” Sylvie, her eyes conveying a deep understanding, nodded weakly.

“Honey, my time here is waning. But I feel a shift within you. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” She asked, tightening her grip on her son’s hand. Alastor hesitated, the weight of his past actions pressing upon him.

“I’ve used the mystic arts for my own gain, tarnished their sanctity. I’ve tried everything to help you- I… I tried so much.” He said, at a loss for words. Silent tears bordered his eyes, Sylvie, though weakened, managed a gentle smile. “I should have listened more, learned more. I should’ve been better.” He said frustrated, angry tears slipping from his eyes and down his cheeks. He looked down, skeeters fogging as he fought his tears, holding onto his mother so tight and afraid to let go. “Is this my fault?” He asked quietly.

“No, never dear.” Sylvie said shaking her head softly. “I know you tried your best. All will be okay. I taught you well, raised a good man. You will get everything you want and more in this life, I promise you.” She said weakly, coughing a bit with the tissue in her hand. Finally she calmed down, speaking again. “The world is a stage. Make it your own.” She said smiling at him, and he just chuckled. She sighed and spoke again. “Life is a tapestry, my love. We learn, we grow. I know you are hurting.” She said, placing her hand weakly on his chest, but she continued. “I know you missed out on so much. So much I tried to give you, but you turned out so wonderful, so special. You did not disappoint, and I would do it all again to love you dear.” She said, hand cradling his cheek. “Don’t stop living when I’m gone.” She said to him, and he nodded, teary eyed, holding onto her hand.

“I love you momma.” He said, smiling sadly as he cried to her. Sylvie just smiled back, tears welling in her own eyes as she held onto him. She sat up slowly, beckoning Alastor to lean closer. She placed a kiss on his forehead with shaky hands, pulling away with a smile.

“I love you too honey.” She whispered.

As Sylvie’s final breaths approached, Alastor held her hand, seeking solace in the fragile yet profound connection they had forged. The room, filled with the scent of candles and the soft strains of jazz, became a sanctuary for a son bidding farewell to his guiding light.

The final moments with Sylvie became a sacred passage, where Alastor whispered words of love and gratitude, promising to carry forward the legacy she had bestowed upon him. As the room filled with a bittersweet melody of jazz playing softly in the background, Alastor prepared to face a world without his guiding light, determined to walk a path worthy of her memory.

She cries to the heaven above

There is a stone in my heart

She lives in a world she didn't choose

And it hurts like brand new shoes

Hurts like brand new shoes

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The King and I, Part 5

Pairing: King Ghezo x Virgin!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT AND FLUFF. Fingering (fem receiving) and oral (male receiving), breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Doesn't follow canon of the movie.

Summary: Time has passed. Enough time for your heart and head to catch up to each other. You found room in your heart to accept the King's love and accept your new life. And there's no place else you'd rather be.

Word Count: 3,169k

A/N: The final part! Ahh! I debated if I should add some more drama in here, but I'm just not that great at angst. I just want some sweet fluff and lovin' LOL. Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and supporting this idea. I love ya'll, more than words can ever say! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Six Months Later…

“Our husband has been away too long,” Sade said. She wobbled in the sun room, finding a seat next to the window where the sun hit the chair just right. She was further along than Ayi and you and she was not taking to it well.

Truth be told, neither were you. You were only four months, your belly starting to harden and your breasts getting more sensitive with every passing day. You were excited, hoping you’d give the King a son, but you’d be happy with a healthy baby either way.

Ayi was behind both of you, but she was used to this part. Her sons played near her feet with carved wooden blocks. “Probably has something to do with the Oyo, again,” she said.

“Filthy pigs,” you spat. You sat closest to Ayi and you looked down at her sons, wondering if your own children would favor the King too. How was it that women did all the work growing the little miracles and they turned out looking like their father anyway? Couldn’t women get a little more credit?

Watching Ayi with her children made your heart ache. You tried to stop thinking of your parents. That life was over forever. You would never see them again and you truly hoped that your father did not give you a little sister. You’d mourn for that child till the end of your days.

“We should ambush him,” Sade said.

“Tackle him in this state? You can barely make it to the door,” Ayi said and snickered. Sade playfully pouted and looked around for something to throw. Coming up empty, she sighed against the cushioned seat and kicked her legs out.

“I think he gave me an elephant and not a baby,” she said, love shining through her words as she stroked her belly.

“Two elephants,” you said, rubbing your own belly. You couldn’t help it. You wanted to meet them already!

“The King grows an army, not children,” Ayi said, looking down at her sons. “They are too damn big!”

You all erupted in riotous laughter, dissolving into fits and giggles as you pictured a giant army of the King’s children. The King himself was larger than life, why should his children be any different?

“We should ambush him, he’s been working too hard,” you said when you were all done laughing.

“How about a picnic? We used to have them often before the children and his duties increased,” Ayi said.

“Oh, I love that! I can ask the kitchen to make his favorites,” Sade said.

“We can use the main garden too!” Ayi said. “I’ll find some blankets big enough for all of us.”

“I’ll make sure he comes,” you said. You grinned thinking of just how you were going to keep him distracted long enough to not notice where you were taking him. Maybe a little teasing was in order.

After what he did last night, you were entitled to a little payback.

“This afternoon?” Sade asked.

“Wouldn’t be an ambush if we scheduled it,” Ayi said with a smile. She climbed out of her chair with ease, heading to the door to summon some servants to take the children for their lessons.

“See you later, my evil sisters,” Ayi said and rubbed her hands together. Her ringing laughter could be heard all the way down the hall while she went in search of blankets. Sade was struggling to get out of her chair so you got up and helped pull her up.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get the kitchen started?” You asked.

She waved her hand. “It’s just a little pregnancy, I will be fine,” she said and giggled. You looped your hand around her elbow and helped steady her to the door.

She made a soft noise that made you look at her face. She had a small frown that worried you. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll be a good mother, right? I see Ayi and she looks like she just has it all down so easily,” she said.

“You will be a great mother. Why would you ask that?” You asked. Over the last few months, you tried your hardest to approach Sade with an open mind. It wasn’t her fault that she was traded to another man like property. All in all, if she had to go to anyone, you were glad it was someone as fair as the King. It could have been much, much worse.

“My mother…my mother was a handful. Demanding, mean, and nothing ever satisfied her. I don’t want to be like her,” she said. She turned watery eyes to you and you pulled her into a hug. It was a little awkward considering the state of your bellies, but you managed to wrap her in your arms.

You kissed her cheek and looked her in the eyes. “You will not be your mother. I will not be like mine either. We have each other. We’re sisters,” you said.

Words you never thought would come out of your mouth. When you were forced to deal with your feelings, staring at the crossroads between remaining selfish and reaching out a welcoming hand, you realized that it wasn’t her that you hated. You hated the notion that you’d have to compete for the King’s love like you had to compete for love at home.

That you were subjected to another life of trying to be perfect only to have it thrown back in your face, efforts wasted and unappreciated. You thought that more wives meant less time for you. And yes, you were selfish with that time. You craved it.

But there was no need. The King could not spend every waking moment with you, true. But you were free to stand on your own two feet for once in your life. There was no fighting here. There was no need to guard yourself or your heart every passing moment.

And you fell more and more in love with the King as you realized what a gift he gave you. You were the one who reached out to Sade to learn more about her and her kingdom. Her family. Her customs. You all enjoyed breakfast together and forged a deep sisterhood you had been craving since you came into this world.

You were not alone.

Sade smiled and wobbled off down the hallway in search of the kitchens. If you knew your husband, by this time today, he was in the council meeting discussing the security of Dahomey. That was always the topic of the meetings. Blessfully, since you were all with child, you were spared from attending if you didn’t want to.

You set off in that direction, clashes of steel and spears reaching your ears from the training yards. You were spared from the heat of the sun, but the air was still thick with it. Your purple dress had to be let out to accommodate your growing belly and it swished across your ankles as you walked.

The closer you got to the council room, the louder your husband’s voice boomed from within. You approached carefully, looking around the corner. Your husband paced the room arguing with one of the council members about what to do with the Oyo prisoners. Your husband looked stressed, rubbing his neck and arguing back.

Definitely time for a break.

“Husband!” You called out. You rushed into the room, holding your stomach.

“My Queen,” King Ghezo said. He crossed the room in an instant and grabbed your hands, pulling you into his strong embrace.

“Something hurts, I-I don’t know what to do,” you said. You turned doe eyes toward him, poking out your bottom lip and let it quiver for maximum effect.

“I’ll call the doctor,” he said.

“No! I just want you, please?” You pleaded with your eyes that it was him or no one else. He looked torn, looking back at the council meeting.

“Why don’t we break for the day,” one of the members said. The rest agreed and began to pack up. You could tell they were reluctant to do it but you didn’t care.

“What is it, my love?” The King asked. He placed his hand on your stomach and looked into your eyes with such concern, you almost felt guilty about your little fib.

“I’m sorry about your meeting,” you said.

He smiled. “We were going nowhere fast. Are you in pain?” He asked.

“Yes, so much pain! Maybe I need to lie down,” you said.

“Come then, we’ll make sure you rest,” he said. He held your hand and walked you out of the council room and down the hall towards your room.

Now…to keep him occupied…many scenarios ran through your head. You had become quite the talker here using every opportunity to discuss things like literature and philosophy with the king. Such things you were not permitted to discuss before.

However, you were still greedy for your time with him. Besides jokes and the occasional overshare, you and the other wives had agreed to keep your personal time private. What you did with the King was between you two. And right now…

You pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you. He walked over to the bed but you stopped him. He gave you a funny look.

“Did you change your mind? Do you want a doctor?” He asked.

You grinned and shook your head. Since learning about this particular move, you employed it often. The King always said that you didn’t have to if you were unaccustomed to it. But it was a perfect way to let him know how much he meant to you. To even begin to repay all that he had done for you.

You pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bed. You tugged on his golden trousers, moving them down off his hips. You didn’t have too long until the others were ready, but this would be a great distraction.

His hands stopped you. “Are you not in pain?” He asked.

“I have a pretty big ache. Only you can fill it, my love,” you said. You pecked his lips as you freed his dick. When the cool air reached him, he hissed. When you palmed him, he groaned.

You stroked his dick, slowly, running your fingers across the length of him. His voice grew rougher. “My devious Queen,” he said with a strained chuckle.

“You’ve been working too hard, husband,” you said. You used your other hand to push his open robes off of him. The material fell to the floor revealing the expanse of his body. You licked your lips, wishing you had more time to fully explore him before your stomach got in the way.

“Have I neglected you? Forgive me?” He asked.

You pushed him onto the bed. He bounced lightly but then scooted to the edge and spread his legs. You knelt down and placed your hands on his thighs. His dick twitched mere inches from your face.

“There is nothing to forgive, husband,” you said. “I only wish you’d take care of yourself more.”

You wrapped your lips around his dick and licked the tip of his dick. He sighed and leaned back on his arms to steady himself. You looked up at the pleasure on his face. Pleasure you were giving him. Your heart burned in your chest with pride and satisfaction that you could do this for him.

You reached your right hand down to fondle his balls. His hips jerked off of the bed. “I should not have taught you that,” he groaned.

You squeezed the heavier one, rolling it between your fingers. He continued to moan and praise you as you sucked him. Your slobber coated his dick and ran down the length of him. You took him all the way to the back of your throat before releasing him to catch your breath.

“You beautiful Queen,” he sighed. His hips continued to jerk. He wanted to grab your head and push you down further and faster. You could tell by the way he flexed his hand on the bed. Gathering your blanket in his fists.

You shifted on the floor to find a better angle and then you took him how you knew he liked. Your head bounced up and down faster, spit mixing with the saltiness of his precum, and sucked him down as much as you were able. He was so thick, he stretched your mouth.

Your pussy ached with an emptiness that always stole your breath. One minute, you could be fine and going about your day. Until you remembered the delicious burn of him sliding in and out of you. Holding you to him and whispering how much he loved you. Craved you. How he thought of your voice often.

“I’m close,” he groaned.

You sucked him harder. You gagged on his dick until he was screaming out his release. You swallowed his climax until he was completely empty and throbbing inside your mouth. You moaned around him and began to slowly withdraw him from your mouth.

He made the most adorable, tortured sounds as you licked the underside of his dick. He was still sensitive and his eyes were crossing.

“You tease,” he moaned and licked his lips.

You finally let him go and wiped corners of your mouth. He helped you stand and then placed his hands on your hips and looked up at you. You played with his beard and fanned your thumbs across his cheeks.

“How do you always know exactly what I need? Hm?” He asked.

“Because I need it far more than you. I like seeing you like this. Relaxed,” you said. You stroked his forehead, smoothing away the worry lines there. He dealt with so much. It was expected of him, but you didn’t care what others said. He did not have to die in service to this kingdom. The kingdom needed him here, alive and safe while he protected them.

He made you sit in his lap. “I have another surprise for you, husband. We will be late,” you said.

“Do you expect me to steal my pleasure from you and not give any in return?”

“It is not stealing if I give it freely,” you said. You settled onto his lap. He pulled up your dress until he exposed your pussy. He pulled it a little higher revealing your rounded belly.

He kissed your stomach and his lips lingered a second too long. “You are a treasure,” he said.

He looked up at you. “You are everything to me,” he said. You grinned and kissed him. As you did so, his fingers explored your damp curls.

The more his gorgeous lips met yours, the wetter you got. You were flooding his fingers by the time he pulled away from your lips.

“You are so beautiful. More beautiful carrying my child,” he said.

You moaned and nuzzled his nose. “As soon as you’ve had your rest, I will put more in there. I want you full of me all the time,” he said.

You giggled as he planted kisses along your jaw. “You can’t mean all of the time,” you said.

He slipped his finger deep inside you and made a come hither motion. You began to convulse on his fingers, body shaking uncontrollably. If it weren’t for his strong hand against your back holding you aloft, you would have fallen to the floor.

“All of the time. You are radiant with child,” he said. “So full of me. Full of life we created together.”

You cried out in his ear as you finally climaxed, thighs trembling. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you. This. This was where you always wanted to be. In his arms, safe and sound.

He kissed your jaw and neck, planted kisses above your breasts as you calmed down from such a powerful climax. You reluctantly climbed off of him.

“Come or we will truly be late!” You giggled as he tried to pull you back into his lap.

“Are you sure I cannot entice you to stay?” He asked.

“Don’t be cruel, you know I cannot resist you,” you said. You fixed your dress and he hung his head with a smile. He stood up and retrieved his clothes.

It was painfully obvious what you two had been up to, but well. You couldn’t help it. Looking somewhat presentable, you held hands with him as you walked down the hallway towards the palace gardens.

“Is this it? Have you finally decided to end my life?” He asked.

“Would I really answer yes?” You asked. He lifted an eyebrow at you and you grinned evilly. You placed your head on his shoulder.

“Husband, you are safe from me today,” you said.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Where you are concerned, I am never safe,” he said. “You slay me where I stand with one look from you.”

You nudged him as you entered the gardens. Ayi and Sade were already there with Ayi’s sons. Three large blankets were spread out on the ground. Sade sat in the shade of the tree, leaning back on her hands.

“What is this?” King Ghezo asked as you approached.

“A picnic with your wives. You have been an absent husband,” Ayi said. She grinned at the two of you.

“Will you forgive me?” He asked.

“Only if you sit and support Sade. She will roll on out of here if you don’t,” Ayi said.

The King chuckled and kissed your hand. He helped you sit. Then he sat down in the shade, pulling Sade to lean against him instead. She sighed with relief and you grinned at the look on her face.

You shared a knowing look with Ayi. She took in your rumpled dress and the King’s wrinkled robe. You snatched a grape off of a plate in front of you and shrugged your shoulders. She was perfectly aware of how addictive the King was. She was on her third child with him.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with laughter and jokes. The King playfully admonished all of you for conspiring against him and neglecting his duties as King. Sade tapped his shoulder and said he deserved it.

“What good is being king if you cannot play whenever you want?” She asked.

And she was right. As the years passed, you kept up this tradition. Inviting more and more wives to picnic with you and King Ghezo. Babies were born many times over and still you reached out your hand to every single one of them.

All but perhaps one. His latest wife was a nightmare. Campaigning too hard to be Woman King. That was alright with the rest of you. The rest of you knew. Knew that deep down, all that mattered was that you had the King’s love and he had yours.

The Secret King Ghezo Files | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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I'm The Light Of The World, I'll Feel Grand

June 24, 2009

Summary: Michael brings his wife and kids to work. He’s preparing for This Is It, his final tour, and his family can’t wait to watch in on rehearsals.

Pairings: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: Family time, lots of fluff in the first half. The second half is a bit sad, but I wrote this based on what I feel Michael deserved from the world. This story is in a format that works if you only want to read the first half. (Stop reading at The Aftermath, if the sad part isn’t for you.)

*Y/N’s POV*

I smiled as I watched my husband struggling to untangle our daughter, Mavis�� leotard. There was so much tulle, his hands kept disappearing as he fought with the small clamps.

“Babe, do you need me to do it?”

“No, I got it.”

“Are you sure?” I teased.

“I am.” He winked at me, making me feel a rush of giddiness.

*flashback*

“Y/N? You haven’t said anything.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I, but here we are.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you not?” He shot back.

“I am.”

*end of flashback*

“Mom!” Carver, our son’s voice carried through the house, I rushed down the hallway to his room. “He won’t give it back!” He pointed angrily at his younger brother.

“Idris, sweetie, give your brother his shoe.” I bit back a laugh, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“He started it! Mom, he hid my pants!”

“Boys, we need to leave soon. Daddy has to be at work. Please finish getting ready. No more stealing each other’s clothing.”

“Fine.” Carver stretched, feeling around the top shelf of his bookcase, revealing blue jeans. “Trade?” The two boys quickly snatched their belongings and backed away from one another.

“Thank you.” I spun around, I had to finish getting ready myself and make breakfast, walking down the hallway I run into our daughter Sade, wearing my high heels. “What do we have here?”

“Hi mommy.” She giggled, she had her daddy’s smile. The perfect smile.

“How about we make a deal. You wear your own shoes and I’ll let you pick out anything of mommy’s to wear today.”

“Yes!” She kicked off my heels, sprinting over to my closet. “This one!”

“Yeah?” I saw the sparkly white clutch she selected. “This was a gift from your daddy, when he took me to the Grammy Awards with him.”

“Really?” Her eyes went wide, she loved hearing our stories.

“Yes.”

“When?” She asked excitedly, tugging at my arm, she pulled me over to the loveseat, waiting for more details.

“It was in 1984.”

“What’s this?” She pulled out a necklace. “Did daddy give this to you too?”

“Yes—”

“Tell me everything!” She interrupted me, kicking her feet happily.

*flashback*

“I got you something” Michael smiled, I love his smile.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Open it.” He was growing impatient. I knew he wanted to see my reaction to his gift.

“Oh— wow.” The box held inside of it the most beautiful clutch purse. It was white and had intricate beading all along the surface. It matched my dress perfectly. “Michael.” I was speechless. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around him. There was nothing I loved more than being in his arms.

“Y/N.” He pulled away, his hand reached up to my chin to look into my eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I stared at him blankly. I couldn’t explain how those words made me feel. Especially, coming from him. He was my everything and he didn’t even know it.

“You—”

“Yes. I love you.” He interrupted me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He hated when I doubted myself.

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” He asked me with a nervous smile spreading across his face. I nodded quickly, leaning into his chest. “Look.” He pulled a locket out of his pocket, the shiny gold finish was stunning, but when I realized it was much more than that my heart began pounding faster.

“It’s our names.” My thumb glided over the engraving.

“Yes. I have a matching one.” He pointed to his chest, where it dangled, clipped to his blue bedazzled jacket. “And if you look on the other side, I left an open space.”

“For?”

“For our children’s names.”

“You really thought of everything.” I stated simply, trying to conceal the deep blush heating up my face. His words had such an effect on me. They always did.

“For you, I think of everything. I have a plan now.”

“Can I know the plan?”

“You’re going to be my wife one day. God willing we will have a big beautiful family. I’ll wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan.”

*end of flashback*

“Ta-da!” Michael cheered, entering the room with our daughter by his side.

“I want to be a ballerina too!” Sade pouted, seeing her twin sister dressed up and holding daddy’s hand was just too much.

“Come on. Let’s get you in your leotard and tiara your highness.” Michael held his hand out, which she gladly took.

“Mommy!” She turned around, pointing her little finger at me. “I want to hear the rest of the story later.” I nodded as she tiptoed out the room.

I took the opportunity to check on our eldest daughters, Naila and Kya. After checking their rooms, which turned out to be empty, I knew exactly where they were. I made my way downstairs, the smell of eggs hit me immediately.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite chefs.” I smiled, kissing them both on the top of their heads. “What are you preparing for us today?”

“I’m making pancakes, eggs and bacon. Ky is on smoothie duty.”

“It smells delicious. Do you need any help?”

“Can we pack lunches? So we can have a picnic in the arena like we used to when we were little?” Kya spoke, smiling nervously, tying her hair up.

“I love that idea. I’m not sure we have time to pack lunches. We can pick up—”

“Pizza?!”

“Yes.” My girls gave each other a high five before breaking out in a celebratory dance.

“Check this out!” Our youngest son, Johan ran into the kitchen with sock covered feet, spinning quickly then dropping to his knees.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Again.” Naila teased.

“Dad does it. He doesn’t get hurt.” He stood up, rubbing his knees discreetly.

“He’s a professional.” She shot back.

“Yeah, well— you’re a butt.”

“Okay, okay, apologize to your sister then go get some shoes on.” I hugged him, tickling his under arms.

“Sorry Naaillaaaaa.” He said through his laughter.

“Food is ready mom.”

“You should do the honors honey.” I moved to set the table as I saw a big smile spread across Naila’s face.

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*Michael’s POV*

“Attention Jackson household, breakfast is ready you fools! Get downstairs now if you want to eat.” Naila announced from downstairs.

“Fools?” Mavis and Sade repeated confused, I bit my lip, shaking my head.

“She’s just teasing.”

“Daddy, can we dance with you today?”

“Yes, babygirl you can always dance with me.”

“I want to sing with you.”

“I’d love that.” I beamed at the idea of having them on stage with me. They made me so happy. “Now, let’s go eat! I’ll race you!” I took off down the hall.

“That’s not fair we got little legs!”

They were laughing, chasing me closely, I stopped at the stairs, holding their hands as we descended the steps.

“Hey babe.” I moved to kiss my wife. “Is everyone else down here?”

“Yes, you’re late.” Her hands rested on my chest, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me later.” I whispered in her ear.

“Can you guys not?” Carver complained, covering his eyes.

“Look away kid.” I shot back, kissing Y/N’s cheek repeatedly, her giggles filling the kitchen.

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Breakfast went smoothly. The kids were really excited for the day. We were all buckled up in the limousine we had for the day, when Johan spoke up.

“Daddy, are those guys gonna follow us again?” He was referring to the paparazzi. They get pretty intense sometimes.

“Yes, I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a little while.”

“Can I wear my wolf mask?”

“Of course.” Ever since I showed him the Thriller short film he’s been convinced he’s part werewolf. And, I just don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

Our driver turned the car on, moving down our long driveway, I watched as the tall gates opened slowly, the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky. It was a perfect day.

“Are all the backup singers and dancers going to be there?” Carver asked.

“Yes. The entire crew, so we will all be on our best behavior, correct?” I was met with eight smiles, nodding in agreement.

“I still say you should’ve let me sit in on the dancers auditions.”

“Why is that?”

“They’re really pretty.”

“The auditions were held to help find the best dancers for the job, not to find you a date.”

“Dad, two birds, one stone.”

“You sound like you’re Uncle Randy.” He lifted his chin, smiling brightly. “Yeah, that’s not a compliment.”

“Burn!” Naila clapped obnoxiously, she loves when I tease anyone but her.

My wife was seated next to me, holding my hand as we watched our kids joke around with each other. I never thought I’d have this. I’m a husband and a father. My most precious of dreams came true and I still struggle to believe it’s real.

“I love you.” I said to Y/N, bringing her hand to my lips.

“I love you.” She looked back at me, her stare still made me feel flustered. After all these years the effect she has on me has only grown stronger with each passing day. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I’ve come to understand that with her, anything is possible.

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“The kids are beautiful.” Siedah complimented, hugging Y/N and I. “They are so sweet. I’ve missed them.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replied, glancing at them as they danced around the stage.

“They were excited to see their Aunt Sid.”

“Good. It’s going to be so fun, all of us in London together.”

“They can’t wait. This is the first time for our youngest to see their dad perform, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” Kenny Ortega cut in, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “The stage is set. Everything is perfect. There is one problem though.”

“What is it?”

“We don’t have anyone to test out the cherry picker.”

“Cherry picker!” One of the kids yelled as they all rushed over.

“Oh no.” Y/N looked at me nervously.

“Can we please come with you dad?” Johan begged, tugging at my shirt. “Please!”

I made eye contact with my wife, panicking over the fact that we completely forgot to talk this over. She shrugged, knowing they weren’t going to no for an answer.

“Okay, but one at a time.” She said sternly. “You have to be careful.”

“Awesome!” Our youngest twins celebrated.

“I want to go first!” Khari raised his hand.

“Hold on, I don’t want any fighting, you guys have to draw straws or something, make it fair.”

“Yes!” They scurried off and my wife laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m surprised you said yes.” I put my arm around her.

“Well, they were excited. Plus, I can’t exactly tell them they can’t do something I’ve done plenty of times.”

“Good point.”

“They’ll be with you, so they’ll be safe.”

“Exactly.”

“We used to ride it all the time, remember?”

“Yes dear, I remember that wasn’t all you rode.” I whispered flirtatiously against her cheek.

“Michael!” The whisper shouted, pinching my butt. “You’re so bad.”

“That was a good one. You’ve got to admit it.”

“Mhmm.” She smirked, leaning into my embrace.

Before I knew it, the kids were running back to us, screaming frantically that they were ready for the cherry picker.

Our eleven year old, Khari was first to accompany me. The biggest smile on his face the whole time. We waved down at Y/N, his siblings and the crew. Out of all the times I’ve ridden a cherry picker, which is many, nothing will ever top experiencing it with my kids. These are my favorite cherry picker moments.

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“Will they have pizza in London?” Sade asked curiously, tomato sauce all over her face.

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“I want to dance on stage with you and Uncles.” Mavis stated, that’s how she did things, she said what she wanted and didn’t asked questions.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” I smiled wide, pinching her cheek. Y/N looked at me surprised, but we always knew that the kids would be in the spotlight. We could only hold it off for so long.

“I’d get tickets to see that.” My wife clapped.

“My number one fan.” I leaned forward to kiss her, earning a few groans from our children.

“Dad, it was awesome! I can’t wait to see rehearsals again tomorrow.” Naila complimented.

“You really want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Totally, there’s zombies here!” Khari yelled.

“Plus, Auntie Siedah gives us marshmallows when we do vocal warm ups with her.” Kya did her little happy dance, taking another bite of her cheesy bread.

“That would mean the world to me.” They mean the world to me. They are my world. They are the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.

“Dad, you’re a really good dancer.” Mavis gave me a thumbs up.

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Today, was hands down the best rehearsals I’ve ever experienced. My family is definitely my good luck charm.

“You’re going to have some stunt doubles for tomorrow.” Y/N giggled, clearing her throat before finishing her announcement. “Please, put your hands together for Carver, Naila, Kya, Idris, Khari, Mavis, Sade and Johan, The Jacksons!”

She stepped aside, giving the kids space to run into the room, dressed in different clothing items inspired by my career. It left me absolutely speechless.

“Wow.”

“The costume department helped us out.” My wife said, walking over to sit beside me on the couch.

“Do I look cool dad?” Johan asked.

“Yes, you look better than me!” He was wearing a little white suit like the one I wore for Smooth Criminal. “Wow. You really surprised me”

“Good. It was tough to keep a secret.” Y/N said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping in this.” Sade said, she was wearing the black and white Thriller jacket.

“Sure.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure it’ll be that comfortable.”

“It looks cool. That’s what matters.” She snapped her fingers, grinning at her mother and I.

I sat back in awe, thanking god for the blessings in front of me. I couldn’t imagine my life without my babies. We spent another hour together, laughing and playing games until it was time for bed. I had to explain how important it was to get a full nights rest, especially on rehearsal days. I tucked in my kids, kissing them all on the forehead and reading short stories to our youngest before climbing into bed with my beautiful wife.

I couldn’t contain the happiness in my heart. The excitement of another day surrounded by love kept me awake. I prayed everyday could be like this. I love my wife. I love my kids.

I couldn’t wait for morning to come and wake up to the light from the sun rising.

Tomorrow was just a few hours away.

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The Aftermath...

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June 26th, 2009

*Y/N’s POV*

I sat in the living room, watching as Katherine, LaToya and Janet played outside with our younger children. They didn’t understand what was going on, I knew they’d start asking questions very soon. I was determined to be strong enough to explain it to them, but for now I had to fight to keep it together in front of them. I had to be strong.

“Mom, look dad is on the cover.” Our eldest twins, Naila and Carver, sat on either side of me, placing a newspaper in my lap. Kya and Idris followed behind, sitting at my feet. They were surrounding me with love and protection. Whether they knew it or not, they were my strength.

“You guys, you shouldn’t read—”

“It’s actually beautiful.” Naila cut me off softly. “They said a lot about dad. I didn’t even know half of it— I think you should read it too.” She sniffled, leaning her head on my shoulder. I quickly wrapped my arm around her.

“I haven’t read it— haven’t been able to get through it on my own. Can I read it out loud for us?” Carver squeezed my hand, passing his sister tissues.

“Yeah, I want to hear it.” Kya spoke, Idris nodding in agreement.

“Go ahead.” I whispered.

“That’s so cool. Dad really did all of that?” Carver questioned, leaning back into the couch.

“Yes, he did.”

“He always told us stories, but I thought he was joking, like when he said him and Auntie Janet filmed the Scream video in space.” Idris laughed sadly, playing with his shoelaces.

“He always told you guys the truth, however he did enjoy sprinkling in some jokes.” I smiled, looking down at the photo of the front page.

“Wait.” Kya spoke up, staring at us suspiciously. “Who’s the inside source?”

“Honey, that’s just something they say, it was probably dad’s people. Sometimes they have to speak to the media.”

“Oh.” She threw her hands in the air. “I thought I was breaking bread with a snitch.”

“There’s no snitches here. Relax. People are going to be very curious about you. All of you. This little piece of our lives might hold them off for a bit.”

“What do you mean?” Idris asked, judging from the confused looks I was getting, it was easy to assume they all needed clarification.

“Dad, he means so much to his fans. They are going to want to know you guys better. It’ll be overwhelming at times, but they mean well. Think of it this way, their love for dad is so pure, so powerful, there’s enough to go around. The way the care, support and protect him is being extended to you.”

“What about you?” Carver’s voice softened.

“I’m included.”

“Do we have to speak in front of everyone?” Naila questioned, her voice was a bit shaky.

“Yeah, are we all speaking at the— at dad’s— the event.” Kya finished, struggling to say memorial service. I understood.

“You don’t have to speak, I know it’s a lot to process right now, but if you want to, I’ll support that.”

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July 7th, 2009

“Y/N?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, I blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was going on. Chris Tucker was standing in front of me, a sad smile on his face. “I’ll walk you up there.”

I took a moment to glance around, so many faces, some I knew some I didn’t. A sea of black wardrobe confirmed my nightmare. My eyes landed on Katherine, my mother-in-law. She stood up, her hand gently taking mine, pulling me into her.

“He’ll always be with you. He’ll always be able to hear you. This is for you— tell the world what he meant to you. He was more— he was special.” I thought to myself was that doesn’t feel right. It’s not right. “Tell them how much you loved my boy. How much he loved you and his babies. Do it for them.” I swallowed hard loved isn’t right. This is all wrong. She looked over at our children, her grandchildren. They each had a different expression on their face, each one unreadable.

This can’t be happening.

I took Chris’ arm, he’s godfather to our youngest and has been a dear friend of ours for many years. The short walk up the steps felt unbearable. The shine from the gold casket off to the side, calling for my attention, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look.

“Can you stay?” I asked like a scared child.

“Of course.” He nodded, standing beside me.

My hand moving to touch the microphone briefly, the cold plastic sent a shock through my fingers— it’s real. This is real.

“Hello, thank you all for being here this morning.” I paused, turning my head slightly to see a giant screen displaying a picture of my husband. He’s smiling. I love his smile. I took that picture, in 1993. “My Michael— Michael.” I stopped again, taking a deep breath, before starting again. “My husband, Michael, the incredible man that gave me eight beautiful children and a lifetime of memories. My best friend.” My throat started closing up, so I took another deep breath. “Michael and I met when we were six years old. After weeks of shyly smiling and waving at one another. Finally, one of us built up the courage on a random Saturday afternoon, unfortunately, it wasn’t me.” I chuckled softly at the memory. “An incessant tapping came from my bedroom window. When I pushed back the curtains, I came face to face with the boy who lived across the street, he had a big grin on his face and he pointed to the latch. I pushed the window open with his help, he titled his head as if to size me up, then asked, ‘You like water balloons?’ to which I crossed my arms and responded ‘You like water guns?’ he laughed, hard and his laugh, his sweet laugh, it was contagious.” I glanced down at our kids, trying like hell to keep it together. “We were inseparable from that point on.” I noticed our youngest Johan, hold his hand up as he kept his eyes locked on the screen behind me. I turned around to see a picture of Michael and I as teenagers. “That was our prom night. It took him ages to find the perfect tie to match my dress. Michael took me to my prom because he insisted I’d only have fun if I was with him. He was right. Many experiences in my life wouldn’t have been as memorable without Michael. He makes everything better.” I could feel him with me. I could feel him urging me to continue. “I knew I was in love with him, my heart knew before I did. We made a conscious decision, we chose one another long before understanding what that truly meant. He is my everything.” I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart brought my mind to an instant halt. My head hung low as I tried to find the strength to continue. A gentle applause filled my ears, leading me to believe I was daydreaming, until I felt a presence by my side, then someone took my hand. Nervously, I opened my eyes, seeing my children standing around me.

“We’re with you.” Carver spoke, hugging me tightly. “Can I speak after you? For dad.”

“Of course.”

“Me too.” Kya spoke.

“I want to tell daddy I love him.” Mavis stated.

“I want to talk to daddy too.” Johan reached up, silently asking for me to pick him up, so I did.

“Go ahead Carv.” He nodded, taking a deep breath while fixing his tie.

“Hello, my name is Carver, I’d like to thank every person in attendance today and those watching at home. The support from all over the world these past few days has meant a great deal to my family and I.” He fixed his tie once more, smiling down at the red band on his arm, just like his dad. “My dad, he’s many things to the world, but to me, he’s my hero. I was five years old when I first saw him perform. He was awesome. It was always unreal seeing him on stage, but I’ll never forget the first time. I think back to that day often and I could feel the emotions I felt as a five year old watching his hero. Although he’s an incredible talent, his dancing, singing, his everything. It’s just so incredible, so indescribable, but somehow, there was one thing he’s even better at. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this gifted in so many areas, but he is. He is an even better father than an entertainer. And I mean that in the best way possible. He’s untouchable in both fields. He’s the best dad. I love you dad and I miss you so much already.” Carver completed his speech, moving to stand next to me as Naila stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Naila, thank for being here today to honor my father.” She was choking back tears, looking back at me for comfort, then continuing. “I wanted to say a few words about my dad. He was— is— he is so full of life. I just can’t refer to him in past tense. I just can’t. I refuse to. My dad, he’s always there for me, for all of us. My entire life, I’ve never gone a day without him. One of my favorite things about him is how much he taught us, he instilled the belief in us that knowledge is power and we should always be eager to learn. When I was six I started playing the piano, my dad was super excited about it, he used to joke about forming our own band with him and my siblings, although deep down I think he actually wanted it. I used to laugh along with him, telling him that would be embarrassing, but deep down I wanted nothing more than to play music with my dad— to hang out with him all the time. Even if it meant having to wear matching outfits like his Jackson 5 days. I’d do it. I’d do anything for him. Dad, thank you for everything— thank you for teaching me so much, loving me, being mom’s best friend, giving me seven siblings that are really annoying, but that I am very grateful for. I love you so much dad. I can’t wait to create music with you again someday. I love you.” She went to stand beside Chris, holding his hand and leaning into him.

I moved forward, Jo still in my arms, he was excited to speak.

“I’m Johan!” Our youngest yelled into the microphone, causing the crowd to laugh. “My dad is super cool, he makes the best scrambled eggs. He helped me paint my room blue and we built a tree house, so that’s cool too.” He smiled at me, looking more like his daddy by the second. “He taught me how to spin like him, play monopoly and floss.” He loved speaking into the microphone, so I let him keep going. “He tells the best stories. For my birthday this year, he told me I was half-werewolf, but it only happens when there’s a full moon. He showed me how to build the best forts out of pillows and sheets. It was super fun, we’d have slumber parties in the living room with all of us. It’s so fun, you should try it sometime. My dad said that he liked them, but slumber parties with mommy were even better.” I was shocked, the audience began laughing loudly, if only I realized before today that our youngest son was a natural comedian. “I love my daddy. I love him and I miss his hugs.” He turned to me, hugging my head. “Bye. I love you daddy. Mommy, I’m done. Do you think daddy heard me?” The microphone picked up his question. I assured him that he did a great job and daddy definitely heard.

“I’m Kya. I never understood who my dad was to the world, until a few months ago, when we watched him announce his This Is It Tour. He was really nervous, thinking the world forgot and moved on without him. I’m so glad this was one instance where he was completely wrong. Thousands of you showed up to see him, millions of you tuned into the broadcast and it put the biggest smile on his face. Dad had taken us to work with him, the day before—before he left us. That day, it’ll be my favorite day for the rest of my life.” She took a deep breath, turning to glance at us quickly, then staring at the bedazzled glove on her hand. “It was an entire day spent with the people I love most, my family. I’ll never laugh as much as I did that day. I’ll never sing and dance around the way I did that day. I’ll never be the same again because I’ll never understand why this happened. Why he was taken from us. Dad, I love you so much.” She spoke through the tears falling down her face. “I love you so much. You’re the best dad I could’ve asked for. I wish you were here.” She wiped her face. “There are so many memories with you that I’ll cherish forever. Especially, the ones of us dancing around the kitchen, waiting for our homemade cookies to be taken out of the oven. Dad, I promise I’ll try to make you proud. I’ll never forget you and I’ll never stop loving you. I love you.”

“I love you dad.” Idris said into the microphone with his eyes closed. “I promise to be the best I can be, like how you taught me. I’ll give mom extra hugs everyday for you.” His eyes still shut as he took a moment for himself. “I’m Idris by the way, my dad, he’s just the best. I hope that I’m at least half of who he was when I get older. The other half like my mom, because she’s the best too. She’s been really strong for us. I’m thankful that my dad met my mom a really long time ago when they were young. I’m happy that they made me. I’m happy that they’re my parents. Thank you. I love you dad. A lot.” I smiled timidly at his thoughtfulness, even though he called me old, it was a beautiful speech.

“Hi, I’m Khari.” He was staring intently at the banners hanging from the ceiling of the arena, pictures of his dad from different stages of his life. “I love my dad.” He spoke softly, tapping his fingers on the podium. “I don’t want to live in a world without him. I’ve never had to, but I already know it’s not the same. The world is better with him here.” He seemed to be playing a song in his head to help him get through his speech. “I don’t know what else to say. Dad, I love you. Thank you for being my dad.” Khari stepped down, grabbing the microphone to hold for his sister’s.

“I love you daddy.” Mavis smiled softly.

“I love you!” Sade added. “This much daddy.” She opened her arms wide, stretching them out as much as possible.

I hugged my kids tight, telling them how proud I was of each of them. How proud their daddy would be and how much their words meant to him. I knew I had more to say, but I accepted that I’ll never have enough time to say all I need to. I had to say more, even if it wasn’t everything, it was enough. For now, it was enough.

“Michael, I adore you. I always have, I always will. Thank you for coming into my life and making it better than I could have ever imagined. I thank you for giving me eight beautiful, amazing, perfect pieces of you. I wouldn’t be able to get through this without them. My best friend, my heart, my Michael, I love you.”

I stepped down from the podium, guiding my babies back to our seats. When I sat down, I felt relieved. Relieved that I spoke and that part was over, but that feeling didn’t last long. The pain of being without the love of my life and the fear of having to live life without him began to set in again.

“That was beautiful sunshine.” Katherine voice was usually soothing, but today it was broken.

“Mama Kay.” I smiled weakly, tears falling down my face. “Thank you, I love you.”

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The rest of the service was a blur. I don’t remember the car ride home, but here we are.

“Mommy, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Johan asked sadly.

“Of course.”

“I want to sleep with you too.” Kya ran into me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“I’d love that.”

“What if we—” Carver covered his face with his hand, his shoulders moving up and down. He slowly walked over to me, burying his face in my shoulder.

“It’s okay.” I said, holding back tears of my own.

“Can we build forts in the living room? So we can all spend the night together.” He added.

“Like a slumber party?” Mavis questioned.

“Kinda.” Carver replied. We all agreed to get ready for bed and meet again downstairs for bedtime.

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Our bedroom was dark. I walked over to the bathroom, removing my jewelry until the only thing left was my engagement and wedding ring.

With small steps, I went to sit on our bed, never looking away from my rings.

*flashback*

“I’ve carried this ring around with me since I was eighteen.” He whispered. “It was the first big purchase I made, because for years I dreamt about it. I dreamt about you, about us.”

“In this moment, it doesn’t matter how long it took me not to be afraid. How long it took me to tell you I loved you. How long it took me to ask you to be my girl. I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life because of it, but I’ve learned so much from my stupidity as well— I don’t want to waste time. I refuse to waste another second.”

“Michael—”

“You need to know I never doubted my love for you. I was never unsure when it came to you. In fact, you’re the only thing I’ve ever been sure of. I only doubted myself— I was only unsure of myself because I never thought I’d be enough for you. I never thought I deserved you, I still don’t. If I wasn’t enough for you, nothing and no one else mattered— no one compares. I rather be alone. But, I’ve learned that it’s not about any of that. It’s about choosing one another, choosing to be enough and choosing to grow together.”

“You are enough, you’re more than enough.” I choked out.

“Because I’ve finally chosen to be enough.” He answered simply— confidently. “After years and years of pulling you in just to push you away, I’m choosing from now until my last moment on this earth— I choose you. My heart, my soul, my mind choose you. I’ve always been yours. This ring is just a formality at this point.” He quietly laughed. “Y/N, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I knelt down in front of him, trying to compose myself enough to get any words out. Our eyes glassy, the sound of our breathing being taken over by sniffling as we reached out for each other with trembling hands.

“I adore you.” I cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him. The tears were falling down my face uncontrollably, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I love you. Michael, you’re everything. My everything. I love you so much. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Is that a yes?” He spoke loudly, holding my face, his eyes frantically studying my expression.

“Y-yes!” My voice failing me as I answered him. Michael pulled me into him tightly, leaving kisses all over my face with intense speed.

"I was not expecting a proposal."

"I'm glad I could surprise you." He smiled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. "I should probably put this on you now. What do you think?" I nodded eagerly, holding out my shaky hand.

He brought my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss before sliding the ring on my finger. No words felt sufficient in describing how I was feeling. I felt his arms tighten around my waist lifting me off the floor, quickly I wrapped my legs around him, we took in the moment- this moment.

The thumping of his heartbeat, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. My focus moved from his lips to his eyes. He's looking back at me, adoringly, with that gaze that's reserved for only me. I'll never understand what I did to deserve him, but I know I'll never take him for granted.

*end of flashback*

I held my left hand to my chest, over my heart, it took me longer than expected to control my breathing again. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking at the other side of our bed, the empty side, his side.

I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining he was here with me.

“I love you.” My throat ached, but I pushed through the best I could. “My heart will always be yours. I promise to take care of the kids. I promise to raise them the right way and teach them all the values we planned to teach them together. I promise I’ll do my best everyday no matter how painful each day will be without you. I promise to never take these rings off. I promise—” I leaned my head on his pillow. “I promise I’ll always love you. I promise to keep going like you’d want me to until the day we reunite. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then, for the first time since he left,

I heard Michael’s voice…

“Lovely, in all the ways I’ve pictured my life, you are always in it. You and I are inevitable. We are predestined. It’s in the stars. Everything in me chooses you. You are it. You’re the dream of all dreams. You’re my dream come true. I love you. I love you infinitely.”

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How Michael & Y/N’s children’s names came to be.

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