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clearlydiamondz · 1 year

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The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

Part Seven

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Erik being the most popular person at Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warnings: SMUT

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At the next practice, she was more than ready to say what she had to say. All of her teammates heard about the talking Coach Ruby gave her, and they also knew about the meeting that she would be holding as co-captain.

“Alright girls, huddle around!” The coach responded. The girls moved from their formations and sat in front of the mirror. “It has come to my attention that a couple of girls on the team are displeased with the drama going around the team. Rightfully so, you should have a moment to talk to your captain and co-captain about these issues so we can be united as a group. So, here is your co-captain to hear and talk to you guys about these concerns.

She walked to the front of the room as some girl’s posture changed in regards to being able to have a talk with her.

“So, the coach has come to me with these concerns that the team is having and as co-captain, I promised that I will take each and every opinion and fact that you guys have to say about this situation.” she started as she looked around the room. “It’s no secret that Erik Stevens and I have started to date. And knowing the history and the past that was caused because of him, I would like to know what these concerns are face to face so we can have a team talk instead of talking among each other about me and my decisions.”

It was silent before Mirah raised her hand. “What’s up?”

“So, with all that you know what he did to not only me but Aliyah and some other girls, why would you think it would be appropriate as co-captain to date him?” she asked tilting her head. Obviously, she was trying to be smart, but (Y/N) was Einstein.

“Thanks, Mirah. So, before we started dating, I told him that I didn’t want to date because of the drama. We chose to be friends until he spoke his truth and with my judgment, I declared he was telling the truth. The both of us had some conversations about not only the drama but the past relationships that were formed on this team. He stated that the ONLY relationship other than me was with Aliyah.” she responded confidently as Mirah scoffed and the girls laughed.

“Yeah, and he’s lying.”

“Can you prove it?” (Y/N) asked.

“What?”

“Can you prove it? DM’s, messages, pictures, whatever proof you have. Can I see it? Because I promise you I can go tic for tac with you.” she said pulling out her phone.

“Why would I keep old photos and messages of a nigga I used to mess with?” she snapped.

“Language! Let’s keep it respectful, we are teammates remember?” Coach Ruby reminded her.

“Oh no, I believe that you don’t have the messages. Like I said I can go tic for tac with you because he let me have access to his Instagram DM’s,” she said pulling up her Instagram. A couple of the girl’s faces dropped as some of them ooohed.

“Yeah he’s not stupid enough to do that,” she said rolling her eyes as she shrugged.

“Bet.” she pulled up the DM’s between Erik and her.

“I think it’s really fucked up how you kissed me last weekend but have been ignoring my messages, especially after Aliyah and I fought. I’ve had feelings for you since last semester-”

“Okay, you know what-” she stood up looking at Coach Ruby. “Are you believing this right now?” she asked as Coach Ruby sighed.

“I do. She showed me the DM’s... including the ones from two girls on the team who are in this room right now, who shall not be named.” Mirah looked back at her.

“Real fucking classy co-captain. So much for being a team, reading personal DM’s between-”

“I’m gonna stop you there. You were not worried about being classy when you were taking pictures of us at a party minding our business. Not only that, you guys lied about this poor man and I have the proof that Y'all are lying.” (Y/N) said stuffing her phone in her back pocket.

“Mirah.. you lied about dating Erik?“ one of the girls said laughing. “Girl, that’s weird.”

“For real. Why are you so pressed on what (Y/N) is doing?” another teammate said.

“Because it’s trifling! We voted for you as co-captain because we thought you were responsible! And now here you go getting fooled up with him. Ever since you guys started dating you’ve been slacking as co-captain and I’m sick of it!” she snapped. (Y/N) looked at Coach Ruby then back to her.

“So give me an estimate on when I started acting horribly as a co-captain,” she said crossing her shoulders.

“For about a month! Around the same time y’all started talking!” she snapped. “Our routines have been offbeat, everyone instead of worrying about our competitions, they are sitting around gossiping about you!” (Y/N) looked again at Coach Ruby with an ‘I told you’ so look on her face. Coach Ruby sighed and then said,

“That’s not true. Mirah sit down.”

“No! You guys are sitting up here letting our team go to complete hell for what!? I’ll say it because everyone is afraid to say it. Ever since you and Erik have been fucking with each other, for the past month our team chemistry has been horrible and it’s your fault!” she snapped.

“So I guess my theory was the right coach.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I’m afraid it was.”

“What are you guys even talking about?” One of the girls spoke up.

“How many other people think that for the past month since I and Erik have been dating that team chemistry has been down?” Five girls out of the rest of them raised their hands. Of course, they were friends of Mirah. Kia and Brandy started to laugh knowing what was about to come up.

“Kay, why do you think that?” she said picking one of the random girls with her hands up.

“I feel like since you got with Erik, our team has not been a priority for you in the past month.“

“And let me get this straight because I don’t want to miss interpret what you’re saying. So in August, September, and mid-October I’ve been focused and doing right by the team. Then Erik came along around mid-October and everything has been a, excuse my language, a shit show.” (Y/N) said as the collective of girls nodded.”And because Erik and I have started dating since last month, from then and now our team has been going down, because I am letting him influence me.” she clearly said.

“Exactly! Thank you. At the beginning of the semester, we started off strong. Our dancing was great, we were damn near perfect.” Mirah exclaimed, which only made her chuckle. “I don’t see what’s funny since you are putting our team in jeopardy, (Y/N).” she snapped at her.

“No, it’s funny because Erik and I have been talking since Mid august and made it official in September. We only made it public a week ago so I’m gonna assume you caught wind from a specific ex-member that I’ve been messing with her ex for the last month.”

“Oh my god, why the fuck are you lying! You know damn fucking well y’all weren’t messing with each other. You’re only saying that to deflect what you’ve been doing to our team!” she yelled at her.

“No, no. She’s telling the truth. They’ve slept at each other house, went on cute little dates and everything,” Brandy said matter-of-factly. “The two of them even came together for some of our movie nights” she finished.

“And unlike you, I have pictures and messages going back all the way to the night I had my first conversation with him and from then on. You felt upset and you ran to Coach because you thought she was going to get on me for dating him,” she replied as the team got quiet.

“Yeah because I was worried about the team! He’s caused so much drama, which has affected our team negatively!”

“Okay Mirah but if you cared so much about our team and what he was doing to it, why were you in his DM’s complaining about him ignoring you?” she asked her. Everyone looked at her for an answer but she didn’t have one.

“This what it seems to me. If this statement is true about our team slacking, it’s not because of you’re co-captain is messing with this boy, but because y’all are pressed on what they are doing to even focus on your own stuff.” Coach Ruby said defending her. “She has proven that she’s been doing great with balancing both the team and him because y’all didn’t even know they were dating within that time our team has been so-called perfect.” Coach Ruby shrugged.

“Really what the problem is that y’all are lying, and keeping rumors up after finding out about this relationship.”

“Coach Ruby no one is worried about their little relationship. Trust and believe that. I only had my team in mind.” she snapped.

“Mirah.. just sit down. Stop embarrassing yourself. We will forget this happened.” The other teammate laughed. Knowing damn well they were going to talk about it for days.

“No fuck y’all.” she stormed out of the hall before Coach Ruby came up.

“Now, does anyone else feel like they have an issue with their co-captain dating Stevens.” no one raised their hand. “Alright, his name will not be discussed from here on out in this room. Y’all are dismissed.”

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Erik was now home from the gym, waiting on a call back from (Y/N). He was proud of her for finally standing up for herself against everyone and not being afraid of the outcome. He noticed that ever since she got with him, she’s been more confident in standing up for herself.

Even Omariana noticed the change, and she was here for it. She considered (Y/N) her little sister. Whenever someone had an issue with (Y/N) or said anything disrespectful towards her, Omariana would be right there to check on anyone. She was happy that (Y/N) was finally finding her voice.

As Erik was unpacking his gym bag, he heard a knock at his front door. No one that he knew texted him to tell him that he was on his way. He got up going to the peephole at the door to see (Y/N) standing there with two take-out plates, her book bag, a duffel bag, and a drink carrier with two milkshakes.

“I know you see me, open up the door! I got a lot of shit in my hand!” she exclaimed. He immediately unlocked the door helping her by grabbing her duffel bag and the milkshakes as she let out a sigh of relief.

“I ain’t know you were coming over here,” he said kissing her on the shoulder and placing her duffel bag right next to his gym bag.

“Yeah, it was a last-minute decision. I stopped and grabbed us some wings for dinner and a milkshake at the food truck on campus,” she said taking off her Crocs. She walked to his counter placed all the other stuff and turned to look at him. He walked over and placed the items he grabbed off of her and placed them on the counter.

“You don’t mind me coming right? I wasn’t sure if you were busy or not this weekend and I really need some alone time to study for my midterms and-” he stopped her rambling by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, and grabbing a little bit of her pussy from the back.

“You know I don’t care about you coming over here. When was the last time I had a taste of you?” he whispered in her as she bit her lip.

“It’s been bout a week or two.” she moaned as he let her go, not before slapping her ass.

“Yeah, I hope yo ass know what’s up,” he said taking off his tank top. His muscles were a lot more toned, her figuring that it was probably because he just got back from the gym. Which means his libido is through the roof. His hands traced the outside of her tights as she leaned against the counter.

“And if I don’t?”

“You gonna figure it out real quick. Matter of fact-” he picked her up and placed her on the counter, catching her off guard as she squealed.

“Wait, Erik, I need to take a shower. I just came from practice,” she said pushing his head away as he moved it.

“Oh, would you look at that? I just came back from the gym and need a shower too,” he said picking her up.

“Aht aht. I wanna eat my food before it gets cold nigga, damn.” she laughed as he placed her back on the floor kissing his teeth.

“Don’t act like you don’t want my face between your legs,” he said walking passed her and grabbing both their bags as she grabbed her food and milkshake.

“I wanna eat first. And take a shower,” she said grabbing a fry and eating it.

“That’s fine. Just wait. I got something for your ass.” he said walking past the kitchen and into his room. It’s been damn near two weeks since they last touched each other. She wasn’t gonna lie and say that she didn’t want him. She needed him. With their busy schedules, it was almost impossible. With exams coming up, and the lack of competitions, practices, and events, she had a break this weekend.

He eventually came out and started eating his dinner but she was done with hers. “Okay, I’ma jump in the shower now,” she said throwing her stuff in the trash. “Where did you put my bag, my soap and stuff are in there.” she said as he turned to look at her. Swallowing what he had in his mouth he said,

“Yeah, I bought the same stuff you bring over here,” he said taking a drink from his milkshake. She looked at him shocked and said,

“When?”

“Like a week ago, I found it all on Amazon and just ordered it so you don’t have to bring that stuff from home,” he said taking another bite from his shoulder.

“Oh,” she said looking him in his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” she didn’t know what to say, but she knew what she wanted to do. She was going to completely fuck the shit outta him.

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After Erik finished up his food, he decided to join her in the shower. He took off his clothes placing them in the dirty hamper, and also placing her clothes that he saw on the bathroom floor in there. Might as well wash them so she could have some clothes over here, he thought.

He slid the shower door open as she turned around rinsing the soap off her body. “That was quick,” she said moving over so he could get some water. He lathered up with his rag and soap and started to move across his body as she leaned against the shower.

“Yeah.. because there were some things I wanted to do before you got out,” he said placing the rag and bottle of soap on the shower rack.

“What’s that?”

He leaned into her, placing kisses a long her shoulder and neck, whispering in her ear. “Playing with this pussy for starters.” his hands slipped between her thighs as she slowly spread her legs for him to have more room. “Such a good slut, opening up your legs for daddy.” he whispered biting her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders looking him straight in the eyes.

“I’m your slut.” she said as he smirked at her. He back away letting the water run down his dreads. She took a look at him, drinking him all in. The water running down his chest, to his abs, to his dick with water droplets falling off it. All she wanted to really do was just suck the water off then have it down her throat.

So she grabbed his dick with one hand and his arm with the other pulling him closer to her as he tilted his head. She went into a squat position as his eyes followed her every movement. She stuck her tongue out, licking along his dick, letting the water hit her tongue as well before placing his who tip in her mouth slowly sucking it.

“Fuck.. I love when you tease this dick baby.” he whispered as she moaned against it, making him throw his head back. “My dick belong all in the back of that nasty ass throat don’t it?” he asked her as she slowly took every inch of him.

She moaned in agreement as he bought his bottom lip between his teeth. He grabbed her chin as she placed her mouth open for him to slowly fuck her throat. She gagged as spit covered his dick but he didn’t stop, it wasn’t like she wanted him to either.

“That’s it...” he moaned out. “Nasty fucking bitch.” he went faster as she looked him in the eyes, as he looked back down at her. Her fingers played with her nipples, the sight alone making him harder if it was possible.

She took matters into her own hands as she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, sliding it up and down as he fucked her throat faster.

He grabbed her throat bringing her up to her feet before giving her a tongue filled wet kiss. His hands trailed up her stomach to her breast, pinching her nipples as she gasped.

“Go to the bed. Ima be with you in a minute.” Was all he said before she gave him one last look. She stepped out grabbing a towel and walking to his room. The cool air hit her wet skin as she dried off in his room, hearing the shower still going. Quickly, she dried herself then moisturized and oiled herself down. She heard the shower turn off and the shower door open.

She got into the middle of his unmade bed, getting in a face down ass up position. She heard him come in, not being able to see him since she was facing the opposite way. “Yeah... I like that.” he said walking behind her. He softly traced his finger tips along her spread lips, slightly applying preasure when he came across her clit. “I barely touched you and your leaking on my fingers.” he said licking the wetness up.

“Daddy can you please touch me?” she whimpered. The throbbing of her pussy was killing her, Erik on the other hand was enjoying it.

“I think seeing you like this is my new favorite thing. Look at that pussy begging to be touched.” he said grabbing one ass cheek, spreading it a little to see her pussy drip. “I can see it throbbing.” he chuckled before grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Beg me to touch you and I might just do it.”

“Pretty please daddy. I miss cumming on your tongue and lips. You made my pussy feel so good and I want that again.” she pouted. He sat on his knees, pulling her to his face so looked up at him with her back facing his chest. With his other hand, he spread out her pussy lips rubbing circles around her clit. She moaned out, gripping the sheets as he went faster.

“Ooh Erik...” she moaned as he bit her shoulder, then placed a kiss on it.

“There you go.. give me that nut.” he whispered to her. “You so pretty. You know that? You look so fucking beautiful giving up this pussy like this.” he taunted her.

“Damn, im cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” she repeated over and over as her climax lasted longer than expected. He kept rubbing the sensitive but at the same rate not stopping, even though both his sheets and hands was covered. “Okay daddy.. I get it.” she moaned as he stopped, smacking her ass.

“What did I say? Didn’t I say I had something for your ass.” he stepped away as she fell onto her stomach into the bed. He stepped off the bed, pulling her ankles along with him. He then flipped her onto her back, yanking her till her bottom half was hanging off the bed, him having a grasp on her hips. She looked down and saw a towel barley hanging around his waist, and his dick pressed against her thigh. Without a second though, she grabbed it through the towel biting her lips. She saw his jaw clench as the grip on her thighs tighten.

“Yeah you a hoe for the dick ain’t you.” he smirked at he stood up straight, his dick hitting her pussy a few times.

“Mhmm.” she mumbled waiting for him to touch it as he slapped her clit. She winced at the pain, but soon after a moment of pleasure came.

“Use your words mama.” he whispered. “I said you a hoe for this dick right?” he said rubbing his tip against her clip as she eagerly nodded.

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she moaned out throwing her head back.

“You know how I like eating this pussy. Get in position.” he said stepping back. She pulled her ankles to the side of her head, as he stared directly into her eyes. She sat there with her legs in a V shape, his eyes slowly trailing down her body, his eyes halting when he seen her pussy. Clit swollen, pussy lips spread, wetness spread all over.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he said tracing the tip of his fingers on her lips. He saw her pussy clench, more wetness forming as he chuckled.

“I’m barely touching and your pussy is getting wetter. She must want daddy to eat her.” he said kneeling down as she nodded with a bite of her lip.

“She does daddy. She misses you.” He smirked licking her one time as she gasped at the sensation. He placed a kiss on her clit before sucking on it. She moaned at the new pressure, his tongue taking random licks to collect the wetness she was producing.

“Erik..” she moaned as he looked up at her. Her legs were shaking as her eyes were closed towards the ceiling. He pulled away whispering a fuck to himself, as his fingers found their way to their entrance.He inserted his middle and ring finger curving upward in a come here motion before putting his lips back on her clit.

“Eat my pussy just like that..” she whispered sitting up, her body bouncing with every movement Erik made.

“Pussy gripping the fuck outta a nigga fingers.” he smirked pulling away from the clit but still fingering her.

“You gonna make me bust again daddy.” she mumbled, but he heard her. Her squirt went all over his hand and forearm, him catching what he could with his tongue licking her up. With his fingers still inside her pussy, he said, “Will you grip my dick with this pussy just like this?” he whispered tilting his head to the side.

“If I do, I’m squirting again.” she said letting go of her legs. He stood up straight again before telling her,

“Get back in the middle of the bed.” she crawled backwards onto the bed, still facing him as he followed her on to the bed. Getting between her legs, he pushed her knees to her chest as he rubbed his tip against her pussy.

He let out a dragged out ,“Fuuuck”, as her pussy clenched around his inches as he pushed further.

“Oh my-” her voice broke off as his dick massaged her walls, slowly creeping up to her G-Spot.

“Fuck, there you go. Just give up the pussy like this.” he whispered in her ear as she moaned. She moved her hand towards her clit, rubbing it in circles as her mouth shot open. He took the advantage to grab her throat, slightly choking her and kissing her in the mouth. Another sloppy kiss endured between the two, as his paced went a little faster.

“Ooh ima nut..” she whispered, her juices splashing against the two of them as she moaned loudly. He continued fucking her till every single dropped came from her her entire body shook.

“Lemme get this shit from the back.” he said flipping her over. She got onto her knees, arching as best as she could.

“This beautiful ass.” he whispered smacking her ass a few times, then spreading her cheeks, to see her pussy spread once again. “Beautiful pussy.” he whispered to himself as he put his face between her ass, licking up and down her ass to her pussy slowly.

“Fuck daddy your so nasty..” she smiled, the nice sensation making her pussy wetter, another climax in need.

“Let daddy clean up the mess you made. Taste so fucking good too.” he said pulling away and smacking her cheeks. He spat on her pussy, before licking it up, the action throwing her off guard but she knew she loved it. He got back on his knees, alighning himself up to her entrance. He slowly pushed himself onto her as she gripped the shit.

“This pussy...” he sighed as she groaned.

“Big ass dick... you’re fucking stretching my pussy..” she whispered as he smacked her ass.

“Work your ass on this dick. Show daddy how much of a nasty slut you can be bitch.” he said. She started to move her way on the dick as he sat there, letting her fuck him. She started to only fuck the tip as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“C’mon... fuck that dick how you want it.”

That’s was all the motivation she needed. Within seconds she was throwing nothing but ass and pussy on him, the wet sounds turning them both on.

“You like when I fuck this big dick daddy. My wet tight pussy on this big dick.” she moaned at him as he rolled his eyes shut.

“Daddy loves this wet tight pussy. You know how to handle this big dick like a big girl.” he encouraged her. The talking mixed with her g-spot hitting the tip of his dick, she was squirting again.

But she didn’t stop. She kept fucking him through her nut as he smacked her ass. “What the fuck? You just squirted all over my shit and you gonna keep fucking me?” he said smacking her ass as she gasped.

“I don’t want to stop fucking this dick.. Ooh I’m gonna squirt again.” This time it was a mixture of both squirt and cream as he looked down at their connection. Her ass was now covered in her squirt and her cream, as she just continued to fuck herself.

“Such a desperate whore, no matter how many times you come on my dick you gonna make sure make daddy nut.” he said meeting her match. Her eyes shot open as her pace slowed down. “Aht aht, Don’t fucking stop now- GET YOUR ASS UP!” he snapped as her arch began to fall.

“You were just fucking me with no regards to how many times you came, not let me fuck this pussy.” he said putting her back in position. He pushed his way into her as she gasped.

“Oh my God, daddy cum please. My pussy!”

“Fuuck I’m close.”

“I want your nut daddy..” she whispered as he threw his head back.

“Fuuck don’t say that. Please don’t fucking say that.” he moaned going faster.

“My pussy want that fat nut please.” she whimpered.

“Oh shit I-”

“Cum in my pussy daddy.”

Right on cue, he painted her walls as he continued to fuck her. He pulled out roughly as she fell onto the bed. “That pussy looks so fucking...” he couldn’t phathom a sentence to say looking at his cum ooze out of her pretty little pussy. He jiggled ass before running to the bathroom and grabbing soap and water to clean her up.

“I’ma need a nap.” she yawned crawling up the bed as he stopped her.

“Damn I wore your ass out.” he laughed. He was still wide awake, “Lemme change the sheets out.” he said grabbing a pair of grey sweat shorts out of the drawers. He grabbed one of his black hoodies, placing it onto her before getting the bed prepared.

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It was now 7 o’clock and they were both deep into their nap. (Y/N)’s phone rang waking the two of them up. She grabbed her phone pulling it up to her ear, not looking at the caller ID. “Hello..” she yawned.

“Well it’s nice to know you are alive. Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” she immediately knew it was her mother. She rolled her eyes not wanting to talk to her.

“You already know why.”

“Just because I didn’t go to some foolish games to watch you shake your ass. No thank you. You knew I was against you on the damn team anyways, just embarrassing me in the church.” her mother snapped.

“And you wonder why I don’t answer your phone calls.” she sat up, Erik looking at her get up out of the bed. She went into her duffel bag grabbing a pair of underwear and placing them on as Erik turned on his LED lights.

“Don’t talk back to me. The hell is wrong with you. All I was going to ask is if you were coming home for Christmas break. CJ met a girl on this dating app, and I invited her for dinner.” she looked confused. A girl dating CJ was the last thing she was expecting.

“Yeah.. I guess. I have to pick up some papers anyways.”

“And I want you to invite that boy you been messing around with.” her mother said, making her freeze.

“I don’t think I can do that.” she said as her mom scoffed.

“What? Y’all broke up? See I knew it wouldn’t last long-”

“No we didn’t break up. We are together.” she rolled her eyes. Erik connected the two and figured that they were talking about him. He sat at the foot of the bed saying,

“Who is that?”

“My mom.” she mouthed as he tilted his head in confusion.

“So what can’t he come? You don’t want me to meet him or something?” she scratched her forehead before saying,

“Have you thought that maybe he has a family of his own?” she said as Erik told her to put it on speaker. She placed the phone on speaker,

“Well I just think it’s suspicious that you have a so called ‘boyfriend’ and I haven’t seen a picture of him. Seems to me like you're faking the-”

“Actually hello ma’am. I’m right here.” Erik spoke up as she looked at him in shock.

“Oh well ain’t this a surprise. And what is your name?”

“My name is Erik Stevens.” he said.

“Hmm, I think she told me about you before she rudely stopped answering my calls. You ain’t tired of her yet, are you? You can be honest because I know how it is around her.” he looked at the phone then to (Y/N) in confusion.

“No, actually. She’s been truly a blessing to know ma’am.” he said. The phone got quiet as her eyes went up in annoyance.

“So is it true that you can’t come for dinner. I’d like to meet the boy my daughter is so called dating.”

“Actually I would like to meet her family.” he said as she scoffed.

“Wow, so she lied. Thought I’d raised her better but oh well. Well, I’ll be happy to meet you. Now you have a nice night.” Erik assumed that she would say bye to her daughter but she hang up the phone.

“You don’t look happy that I’ma meet your parents.” he said as she threw the phone on the bed.

“My father, sure. My mother and step-father, hell no.” she said sitting on the bed.

“I moved in with my dad when they got divorced. Even at the age of 12, I could tell she was mean and manipulative.” she then looked at him. “No one told you to say anything by the way,” she said getting up as he grabbed her hand.

“Aht, don’t walk away. I thought I was being nice.” he defended himself. She sighed grabbing his hand.

“I know, it’s just you don’t know my mom. She will try to say and do anything for you not to like me. She has all that animosity till this day because I wanted to go live with my daddy.” she rolled her eyes. “And she’s always had this weird competition between the two of us. It’s fucking weird, and she wonders why I barely talk with her.”

“Well how about this.. I’ll find us a nice hotel so we don’t have to stay anywhere, we can leave her house anytime we want, and hell if it calls for it we can spend Christmas together.” He reassured her as she smiled.

“Wait, what about your family.”

“It’s okay. They can miss out on a Christmas,” he whispered

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Hi hello I actually have followers now(more than 2 I dont know from other platforms) so I should probably have a pinned post on who my dumbass is.

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The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

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

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Chapter 7.) Ripple Effect. Part One.

It had been a few days since Their Majesties had gotten the news that Khari’s friend Elena Charroux had died and they had to break the news to their daughter. Khari took the news hard and was heartbroken. She didn’t understand why it happened.

At breakfast one morning Khari barely said three words to anyone before leaving for school and it started to worry her parents, specifically her mother.

“I don’t like seeing Khari like this,” Shanelle said to her husband as they walked with the twins to the throne room.

“I know. She’s heartbroken. Elena meant a lot to her and now she’s gone. And it’s a lot for her to process. But we will help her get through this.”

Shanelle shook her head sadly.

“That poor little girl. She was so young.”

“Agreed. She fought for as long as her body would allow but her body was just too weak.”

Shanelle sighed heavily.

“And her mother. My God. I can only imagine what she has to be feeling.”

“I know. Losing a child whether born or unborn, is a tragedy that I would never wish on anyone.”

Shanelle cleared her throat.

“Speaking of, what is the status of the injunction?”

“It’s been blocked and the funeral home holding Elena’s body has turned her over to her mother.”

“Good. I can only imagine the relief Lady Selene is feeling. Thank you for getting her back to her mother.”

“It was my pleasure. Unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do to Lord Phillip.”

“Why not?” Shanelle asks.

“Because as insensitive, callous, and cruel as his actions were, there is no law on the books that actually makes what he did punishable,” Marquise replied.

“Maybe it’s time to change that.”

Marquise snickered.

“That would make you very vindictive.”

“In this case, I don’t mind being vindictive. He should’ve never been able to file that injunction in the first place.”

“He had the backing of the Heads Of State of Comery Isle. Much like the hospital, there wasn’t much the courts could do to fight them.”

“Speaking of those two, have they answered the summons that was sent?” Shanelle asked.

“No. It was delivered but they haven’t bothered to answer it.” Marquise replied.

“They will.”

His Majesty raised an eyebrow at his wife.

“And what do you have up your sleeve?” He asks.

“They submitted the islands’ fiscal budget for the year for my approval and I will not approve it until they have responded to the summons.” She replied.

“That means their current budget will run out on the 29th.”

“Yup.”

“Genius. A tad vindictive but no less genius.”

“It’ll force them to answer the summons. That’s all I care about.”

That’s when their youngest son spoke up.

“Daddy! Outside?” Zyon asked as he tapped on a glass window.

“It’s too cold right now my love. Besides, you don’t have your boots on.” He replied.

Zyon looked down at his shoes.

“Boots?”

“Yes, my little one. You need your boots on.”

That’s when he turned to his brother.

“Amon (come on)! Go det (get) boots!”

“Let’s doe (go)!” Kylo replied before the two took off running down the hall.

“What? No! Come back here you two!” Marquise said before he and Shanelle chased after the boys.

The boys made it a little way down the hall before their parents caught up with them, and their Daddy scooped them up before sitting down at a bench to catch his breath.

“Who knew tiny humans could run so fast on short legs?” Marquise asked as he caught his breath.

“Nooo Daddy! Outside!” Zyon said as he tried to escape his Daddy’s arms.

“Now now my love. It’s too cold for you two to go outside right now.”

“I doe (go) outside!” Zyon said before he put his heave in his hands and started to cry. His Majesty knew he wouldn’t be able to tell him no.

“Okay, you two come here,” Shanelle said gently.

The two hopped down from their dad’s lap and ran to their mother.

“Now Daddy’s right. It’s too cold for you two. You’ll freeze and then turn into Mommy’s abominable snow babies. So no outside for right now.”

“No outside?” Zyon asked.

“Maybe later baby but not right now. Okay?”

“Otay (okay),” Zyon replied.

Shanelle snuggled her babies close.

“Now let’s go sit in the big chair.”

“Big chair?” Kylo asked.

“Yup. You ready?” She asked them.

“Let’s doe (go) mommy!” Zyon said as he grabbed his brother’s hand and began to run down the hall.

“Wait for me and Daddy!” Shanelle shouted as she took off after them.

Marquise groaned.

“Just as I was catching my breath!” He complained.

“Move it you old goat!” His wife shouted over her shoulder as she ran down the hall.

Once in the throne room, the boys were their normally curious and playful selves. Stealing the show as they played hide and seek while their parents conducted multiple council meetings.

“Pee boo (peek a boo) Daddy!” Kylo said from behind the curtains.

“There you are my little one! Come here. Come say hello.” Marquise said to him.

Kylo came out from behind the curtain he was hiding and climbed onto his father's lap.

“Say hi my love,” Marquise said to him.

Kylo smiled at everyone.

“Hellyo (hello)!” he said with a small wave.

When it was lunchtime the boys were ready to eat.

“Mommy! Eat yunch (lunch)?” Zyon asked.

“I think so. Right, Papa Bear?” Shanelle replied.

“Sure.” Marquise said to his wife, “Everyone! Let's take a lunch break and we'll resume our council meeting after.”

Once everyone had left, they went to a small dining room next to the throne room, where Margo was waiting.

“Hello! Hello! Good afternoon my loves!” she said in greeting.

The boys ran straight to their grandmother.

“Hello, my sweet turtle doves! How are you?” she said as she hugged them.

“Gammy (Grammy) eat yunch (lunch)?” Kylo asked.

“You want me to have lunch with you?” Margo replies.

“Pease (please) Gammy?” Kylo asked.

“I would love to have lunch with you, my sweet dove,” Margo replied.

“Gammy sit. Eat yunch.” Kylo said.

Margo sat at the small table in between the twins. The boys pushed their high chairs up to the table and sat next to her. Zyon started looking around for the attendant to take their lunch orders.

“What are you looking for, baby?” Shanelle asked Zyon.

“Dotta (gotta) find yunchman (lunchman) mommy.” Zyon replied before he spotted him, “Oh! Helyo yunchman! Helyo!”

The attendant bowed with a smile.

“Bonjour Your Highness! Good afternoon! Are you and your brother ready to order lunch?” the attendant asked.

“Yeah yeah!” Zyon replied as he grabbed his menu that was upside down.

“What would you two like?” the attendant asked.

“Nugdets (nuggets)?” Kylo asked.

“Chicken nuggets? Of course Your Highness. And what about you my Prince?” The attendant asked Zyon.

“Pisa poctect (pizza pocket)!” Zyon replies.

“Pizza pockets it is! And what else would you two like?” the attendant asked.

“Fench (French) fries!” Zyon replied.

“Okay, French fries. What about fruits and vegetables?” the attendant asked.

“Apple slice?” Zyon asked.

“Apple slices? Okay. And what about you, Your Highness?” the attendant asked Kylo.

“Gapes (grapes)!” Kylo replied.

“Grapes as well. What about your vegetables?”

“Tarrots (carrots)!” the twins replied.

“Anything else?”

“Dolfish (goldfish)?” Zyon asked.

“Petzels (pretzels)? Kylo also asked.

“Goldfish and pretzels. Now what to drink?”

“Chocate mill (chocolate milk)!” Kylo replied.

“Gape duice (grape juice)!” Zyon added.

“Very well my Princes. Now I have to get the orders of your parents and grandmother and lunch is on the way.” The attendant said to them.

Margo was impressed by her grandsons.

“Very good my loves, thank you for using your manners.” She said to the twins, “Now if only your father was as good at that age.”

Marquise made a face.

“I wasn’t that bad.”

“You weren’t always that good either.”

Once lunch was delivered the twins were ready to eat but they had to do one thing first.

“Gammy say gace (grace)?” Zyon asked as he and Kylo put their hands together.

“Yes, my love. Let’s say our grace.”

After lunch, it was back to council business for The Royals but it was building time for the twins.

“Bocks (blocks)!” Kylo said to his grandmother as he picked up the bag of blocks, “yook (look) Gammy! Bocks!”

“I see my love. What shall we build?” she asked him.

Marquise occasionally would look over to the twins to see them play with their grandmother with a smile.

“I take it you and Leo used to do that?” Shanelle whispered.

“No, we were too busy declaring war and throwing blocks at each other between the chairs,” he replied.

Once the meetings were done, it was time to pick Khari up from school. When Shanelle got to the school pick-up line, she noticed Khari walking slowly, and when she got into the car, she was silent. Just holding her book bag close to her chest. And when they got back to the residence, Khari went straight to her room. Not saying anything to anyone. Not even her brothers.

“She hasn't said a word,” Shanelle told her husband.

Marquise sighed as he shook his head.

“She's taking Elena’s death a lot harder than I thought.”

That's when Margo spoke up.

“May I try? She might open up to me.”

Marquise nodded.

“Go right ahead if you think it'll work,” Shanelle told her.

Margo nodded before walking down the hall to Khari’s bedroom. She knocked but didn't hear any response so she opened the door and when she looked, she saw Khari sitting on her bed clutching her stuffed dragon for dear life.

“What's wrong, my sweet darling?” Margo asked as she sat down next to Khari.

Khari looked up at her grandmother sadly but didn't say a word.

“Why are you so sad my love? Did something happen?” Margo asked.

Khari chewed her bottom lip before nodding her head yes.

“What happened, my love?”

“I had a bad day at school,” Khari replied quietly.

“Oh?”

“Some of the older kids were being mean about Elena and I didn't like that.”

Margo shook her head sadly.

“That's just awful.”

Khari laid her head on her grandmother's lap and started to cry.

“I miss her Grammy. I miss her so much.” she cried.

Margo rubbed her head as she cried.

“I know you do my love.”

“It's not fair Grammy. It's not fair!”

“You're right. Death is never fair. Especially a death from cancer.”

“But why Grammy? Elena was a good girl. She never did anything bad!”

Margo thought for a moment.

“Because, my love, cancer is never fair. It doesn't care who it hurts or worse who it kills. Especially when it kills someone who had just barely begun to live their life. Trust me I would know.”

Khari looked at her grandmother before hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to forget about you, Grammy.”

Margo kissed the top of her forehead.

“No need to apologize, my sweet love.”

“I didn't get to say goodbye. And I feel bad for her mommy. She must be so sad now.”

“Bless you for caring about her mother, sweet child.”

Khari grabbed her backpack and pulled out a drawing.

“What is this?” Margo asked.

“Our teacher, Mrs. Thibodeau gave us these to color in honor of Elena so she could hang them up on a wall. It's a penguin. They were her favorite animal.” Khari said sadly.

Margo gently took the drawing out of her granddaughter’s hands and studied it.

“I think it is absolutely sweet that you all would do this for her.”

“I asked my teacher if I could keep mine so I could give it to Elena’s mommy and she said yes.”

“You want to give it to her?” Margo asked.

“Yes. Daddy will speak at Elena’s memorial so I wanted to give this to her mommy.” Khari replied.

“That is a wonderful idea, my love. I'm sure she'll appreciate your kindness toward her.”

“You really think so?” Khari asks.

“Yes, my love. Even the smallest act of kindness can mean the world to someone in their time of need.”

Khari nodded before hugging her grandmother.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Grammy.”

“My sweet darling, I am only doing what Grandpa would've done. He would not let his little sunshine walk around being sad.”

Khari smiled softly at her.

“You know what I think?” Margo asked.

“What's that Grammy?”

“I think that when Elena got to the happy place with all of the angels. She started looking around for someone she knew. And guess who found her?”

“Grandpa?”

“Yes, that's right. And when he found her, he took her by the hand and told her that they're together now. And that they'll watch over you together.”

Khari smiled.

“I like that Grammy. That way she's not alone.”

Margo nodded.

“Thank you, Grammy,” Khari said as she hugged her grandmother, “I gotta go say hi to the boys. Since I didn't do that when I got home.”

Margo kissed her forehead softly.

“Be off with you now.”

Margo watched as Khari ran off to see her brothers and parents. When the Princess got to the living area the boys were playing with the dogs.

“There's my girl. How are you feeling?” Marquise asked.

“Better. Thanks to Grammy. I'm sorry I didn't say anything to anyone when I came home. I was…really sad.” Khari replied.

“Come here, my love.”

Khari climbed into her Daddy’s lap.

“Your mother and I were beginning to worry about you.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“It's okay baby. Death affects everyone differently. And how you grieve and process is how you grieve. We just didn't want you to totally shut down. That's all.” Shanelle said to her.

Khari nodded.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Before we go to Elena’s memorial, can we stop by one of the toy shops? I want to get a gift for Elena’s mommy.”

“Of course we can, my love. What did you have in mind?” he replies.

“I want to get her a stuffed penguin if we can find one.”

Marquise nodded.

“I will put a call in to find one. How's that?” he asked.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Khari said before hugging him and then going to play with her brothers and their dogs.

On the day of Elena’s memorial, the Princess was quiet on the ride to the church. When they got to the church Khari was slow to get out of the car behind her father. When the Princess looked up at the entrance she squeezed her eyes shut while clutching the stuffed penguin close to her chest. Her father knelt to look into her eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked her softly.

“No,” she replied as she shook her head no.

“Look at me, my love.”

Khari looked at her father with tears in her eyes.

“Your mother and I are right here. I know you’re sad but you’re not alone. Alright?”

Khari nodded before drying her eyes. While holding the stuffed penguin in her right arm, the Princess slipped her left hand into her Daddy’s right hand. Khari looked at her mother beside her, who smiled softly and rubbed her shoulders before they made their way into the sanctuary. At the altar was Elena’s casket and her mother’s receiving line. When Lady Selene spotted them walking down the line, she smiled softly.

“Hello, Your Majesties. Thank you for coming,” she said to the royal family in greeting before looking at Khari, “hello Princess. Thank you for coming as well.”

Khari smiled sadly as she looked up at her.

“Hi,” she replied softly.

Selene noticed the penguin toy in Khari’s arms.

“What's that?” she asked Khari pointing to the toy.

Khari looked down at the toy before looking back at her.

“This is for you. My mommy and daddy helped me buy it.” Khari replied.

“May I?” Selene asked.

Khari nodded slowly as she handed Selene the stuffed penguin.

“I know that penguins were Elena’s favorite,” Khari said sadly.

Lady Selene smiled at Khari.

“Yes, they were. Thank you for this most precious gift, Princess. And thank you for being her friend. Your friendship meant the world to her. You were her best friend.”

“She was my friend too,” Khari said sadly.

“Come here.” Lady Selene said softly as she opened her arms to Khari. Khari looked up at her with tears in her eyes as she went to her.

“You poor thing,” she said as she hugged a crying Khari.

“I miss her. I miss her so much.” Khari cried.

“I know you do, sweetheart. We all do. You meant the world to her.”

“I never got to say goodbye.”

“I know. And I’m so sorry for that. But I do want you to know that I cherish the friendship you two shared. And you know what else?” she asked Khari.

“What's that?” Khari asked.

“Now that she's with angels, she can watch over us as our guardian angel.” Lady Selene replied.

“Really?”

“Yes, my dear. She's our little guardian angel. Yours and mine. Your kindness to her is immeasurable to me. You didn't have to but you did. And I can't thank you enough for being such a sweet, kind-hearted little girl. I want you to know that you are always welcome in my home.”

“You mean it?” Khari asked.

“Yes, sweetheart. My home is always open to you.” Lady Selene replied with a smile. “Thank you for this precious gift. It will bring me so much comfort and joy in the coming days. Thank you for thinking of me.”

Khari nodded with a small smile.

“And thank you both for coming.” Lady Selene said to her parents before addressing Marquise, “Your Majesty, I can not tell you how thankful I am that you agreed to speak today. You didn't and don't have to.”

Marquise bowed to her.

“My lady, it is my honor. I assure you.”

Lady Selene smiled.

“I should let you three go so I can greet other guests but from the bottom of my heart, I thank all of you for the kindness you've shown me and especially shown to her.”

The Royals smiled at Elena’s mother before making their way down the line. And running into Jean-Marc.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Marquise said to him.

“Likewise, Your Majesty,” Jean-Marc replied as the two shook hands.

“It's good to see you old friend. Welcome home.”

Jean-Marc nodded gratefully.

“Thank you, Marquise. Truly I can't tell you how much it means to me to be able to be home after all these years. Thanks to you lifting our family’s exile, we’ll be able to properly bury my father.”

Marquise nodded.

“I’m happy I could help. I'm just sorry I never asked what happened to you and your family.”

Jean-Marc nodded before looking at Shanelle and Khari and bowing to them.

“Hello, Your Majesty. It is an honor to meet you. And hello again Princess. It's good to see you.”

Khari smiled softly at him.

“Hello, Jean-Marc. I've heard so much about you. And do accept my apologies on behalf of His Majesty for stealing a goal from you.” Shanelle replied.

Jean-Marc snorted while Marquise rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

“You hear that Your Majesty? Even Her Majesty knows you stole that goal from me.”

“You two will never let me live that down.”

“Nope.” Shanelle quipped.

“Please do not let me keep you all. Again, thank you, Marquise. For everything you've done.”

“It was my pleasure,” Marquise replied.

Jean-Marc nodded before stepping aside to let them pass. When the family got to the end of the line, there stood Elena’s small casket. Marquise picked his daughter up so she could see.

“She looks like she's sleeping,” Khari said quietly.

“She does. She looks peaceful.” Marquise replied.

“Sweet girl. She looks beautiful.” Shanelle added.

“I wish she could wake up so we could play again,” Khari said with a sniffle.

Shanelle rubbed Khari’s back.

“We know you do.”

“Wake up Elena. You gotta wake up. Please wake up. We’ll play all you want I promise. You just have to wake up.” Khari said with tears in her eyes. Marquise held Khari close as she cried.

“It's okay my love. I know you miss her. It'll be alright.” Marquise whispered in comfort to his daughter. “Come, let's take our seats.”

As they made their way to their seats, they were greeted by Elena’s grandmother and a woman Marquise hadn't seen in years.

“Hello Your Majesties, thank you for coming.” Countess Gladys said to them in greeting before smiling at Khari, “Hello Princess. I hear you and my granddaughter were great friends.”

“Hi,” Khari replied quietly.

“Your Majesty,” Countess Gladys said to Marquise, “I’d like to introduce you to my sister-in-law, Lady Freida Eriksson-Archambeau. Freida, you remember His Majesty don’t you?”

Lady Freida bowed her head with a smile.

“Your Majesty? My goodness. You were His Highness the last time I saw you. It's good to see you. Thank you for what all you've done for our family.” she said to Marquise.

“My lady, it is good to see you as well. And please it was nothing.”

“No, it was definitely something. Your reversal of my family’s exile is what brought my husband home where he belongs.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know sooner so that when I did lift the exile, I could’ve told him personally, but, I am happy that you all are home.”

“When you took the throne, he believed in you. He knew how horribly your father treated you. He also knew that you would never be anything like him as a King. He knew that one day you would find out, and would work to let us come home. So again, I thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, my lady.”

Lady Freida smiled at him as they took their seats. Just as everyone else was finding a seat in the sanctuary, there was a commotion at the entrance. It was Lord Charroux and a woman. Lady Jacqueline Yearling.

“Get out of my way!” He shouted as he stormed down the aisle. He stopped when he got to Elena’s casket. “No! No! No! You can’t be gone! You can’t be!”

That’s when he turned his rage to her mother.

“You! You did this! You tried to ban me from saying goodbye to my daughter! You no good harlot!”

“I didn’t ban you from anything! You were clearly occupied with other matters!” She hissed at him while giving the woman he brought with him a death stare. “You shouldn’t be here Jacqueline!”

“Don’t you dare drag her into this!” He snapped at Lady Selene.

“Why not? She’s half the reason you left!”

“Selene, please! Not now!” Jacqueline tried to say to her.

“Not now?! Okay, Jacqueline, when do you suggest we do this, hmm?” Selene asked her.

Jacqueline took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

“I didn’t come here to start a fight, Selene.”

“Good, then you can leave Jacqueline.”

“Absolutely not! She stays!” Lord Phillip proclaimed.

“I will not have my soon-to-be ex-husband's mistress at my daughter’s memorial!” Selene said as she stood her ground. A hush fell over the crowd.

Jacqueline shuddered at Selene’s words.

“Despite what you may think of me, Selene. I loved Elena.”

“No, you didn’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have stabbed us both in the back.”

“I am her Godmother—” Jacqueline tried to say before Selene cut her off, “You were her Godmother. Until I found out you were sleeping with him behind my back! After everything I did for you! I was loyal to you! When your brother was convicted in Italy, I was there for you! When your parents cut you off and you had nowhere to go, I opened up my home to you and got you a job so you could support yourself! Meanwhile, you were plotting against me! You knew how rocky our relationship was! And you took advantage of it! I confided in you! I trusted you and you preyed on that! You sat back, watched, and happily helped to destroy the family I was trying desperately to save!”

“I never meant to hurt you, Selene. I swear it. It’s just…Phillip and I…when we fell in love…it just happened, it wasn’t to spite you.”

Selene scoffed.

“Well, that’s good for you. I’m glad you found your happiness. Even if it did come at the expense of me and my daughter!”

Lady Selene then turned to Lord Phillip.

“And you! How dare you decide to show up now! Our daughter was sick for years, and you were nowhere to be found. When I needed you, you were busy living your life however you saw fit. When Elena begged you to come home, you constantly lied to her! You put yourself before our daughter! The only reason you decided to come around now, is because your lover and her incessant need to be kept has put a strain on your finances. Thank God for Their Majesties getting involved and putting a stop to you terrorizing me.”

Lady Selene took a steadying breath.

“Phillip, the only reason I will allow you to stay is because of Elena. Because before she took her final breath, she made me promise that I would honor her very last wish. She wanted to see you one last time so this is your last time seeing her. Now sit down!” Lady Selene said to him before turning back to Lady Jacqueline, “but you? I will not have you here! You’ve done your damage so now you can leave and go straight to hell while you’re at it!”

“I will not have you speaking to her in any kind of way.” Phillip sneered as he took a menacing step towards her. He stopped in his tracks when Jean-Marc and Marquise both stood up.

“You will not take another step towards my cousin,” Jean-Marc warned him.

“It’s alright Phillip. I’ll go.” Lady Jacqueline spoke up.

“Jacqueline please!” Lord Phillip pleaded.

“No, Phillip. I don’t want there to be any more conflict. I’ll see you at home.” She said to him before speaking to Selene, “Selene please believe me when I say this, I never meant for any of this to happen the way that it did. I never meant to hurt you or Elena. I love you both. I still do. I always will. I just hope that one day you’ll forgive me.”

“Never. I will never forgive you for betraying me. Now get out!” Lady Selene snapped at her.

Everyone watched as Lady Jacqueline made her exit. Lord Phillip shook his head before leveling a glare at Lady Selene.

“You always were jealous of her. That’s why I left. Because she is a better woman than you will ever be. That’s why I can’t wait to be divorced from you. So she and I can start our own family.” He sneered at her.

Selene raised an eyebrow at Lord Phillip.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret that she would never tell you. She’s infertile. When we were younger she found out that she has a rare genetic condition that prevents her from ever conceiving children. Because much like the Heads Of State Of Comery Isle have to, you also have to have a blood heir to pass on your position in their administration to. No exceptions. So good luck with that.”

Lord Phillip stared at her with his mouth open.

“Now sit down Phillip!” She hissed at him. “And oh! You will not sit anywhere near me and my family!”

With a nod from their King, security escorted Lord Charroux to a seat in the back of the sanctuary. The memorial went smoothly. And as requested by Lady Selene, Shanelle gave a solo. She sang Elliot Yamin’s ‘A Song For You’. And Marquise gave the eulogy.

“I give speeches all the time so you think this would come easy for me. But this is not easy. When I was asked by Lady Selene to give the eulogy I was honored, grateful, and moved to be asked. Because she could’ve chosen anyone but she chose me, so to you my Lady, I say thank you. Grieving the loss of a child is a pain I can not describe. It is constant. It is indeed like a wave. Sometimes you feel nothing, other times you feel like you’re drowning and can't breathe. So I want to offer words of comfort and encouragement to you, my lady.”

Marquise said before clearing his throat.

“Admittedly I didn’t know your daughter long but my daughter did. They were the best of friends. And when they saw each other that day at the hospital, I saw how both of them lit up. When they spoke to one another, there were giggles, and jokes, and smiles, and joy, and happiness. And I cherish the time they spent together. I will always cherish it. I mourn with you. I mourn for you. We all do. As I said, losing a child is a pain I can not describe and I will never be able to. But I encourage you to hold onto and remember the enduring love you had for her and especially the love she had for you. You will have days where it will be harder than others but in that moment, I hope you will remember her bright smile. Remember the beautiful light in her eyes. Remember how much of a joy it was to be with her.”

Lady Selene smiled up at him.

“I want to end this eulogy with an action instead of a word. My Lady, with your blessing and permission, I’d like to honor your beautiful daughter and her memory, by naming the new child cancer center, The Elena Charroux Treatment Center.”

Lady Selene looked over to Shanelle in shock who merely smiled encouragingly.

“But wait there’s more. In addition to naming the new child cancer center after her, I would like to establish a cancer research fund in her honor as well, so that we can finally find a cure.”

“Yes. You have my permission, my King. Thank you so much.” Lady Selene replied in tears.

“And to the sweet angel that is now watching us all, I hope you are smiling and giggling. I hope you’re running through the endless fields of flowers in heaven. I hope you are surrounded by as many penguin toys as you can stand. I hope you can slide down all of the rainbows. I want you to know we will take care of your mother and grandmother. We will watch over them. We will encourage them. We will protect them. We will give them love. As you would have. You will be missed but know that you are always loved. Your job on this earth is now done. Enjoy your rest amongst the angels. We’ll see you when we get to the other side.”

When Marquise stepped down from the podium, he laid a hand on Elena’s casket. When he faced her mother, she hugged him.

“Merci mon roi. pour tout ce que vous avez fait.” She whispered to him.

“De rien madame. cela a été un honneur.” He replied before taking his seat next to his wife and daughter. Khari looked up at him with a small smile.

“You did good Daddy.” She whispered to him.

“Thank you, my little love.” He whispered back before kissing her forehead softly.

Everyone watched as Lady Selene prepared to say her final goodbye to her daughter.

“My baby. My sweet angel. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you from this monster. I miss you terribly. But mommy will be strong. I promise you that. I will be strong for us. I love you. I love you so much. I’m sorry my baby. I’m so sorry” She said as she watched her daughter’s casket close for the final time. Lady Selene closed her eyes before taking an unsteady step back and falling to the floor.

Her cousin and Marquise sprang into action, rolling her onto her back. Marquise checked for a pulse but he couldn’t feel one.

“She’s not breathing.” He said to Jean-Marc, “My lady, can you hear me?”

She didn’t respond.

“Guards! Get Emergency Services in here now!” Marquise called out to his guards before starting CPR.

Meanwhile, Shanelle did what she could to keep their daughter calm.

“Mommy, what’s happening?” Khari asked.

“I don’t know baby but everything will be okay,” Shanelle replied.

“Her mommy is gonna be okay right?” Khari asked.

“Yes, baby. She’ll be fine.”

When Emergency Services arrived, they were able to revive Lady Selene and get her on a gurney. As they took her outside to the ambulance, Shanelle pulled her husband aside.

“Go with them.” She whispered to him.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’ll take Khari home. She's seen enough for one day. Let me know how it all goes.” She replied.

“Alright. I’ll see you later.”

Later that day, Marquise returned to the palace and gave his wife a rundown of what happened at the hospital.

“Lord Phillip showed up at the hospital?!” Shanelle asked.

“Yes. Showed up and caused a scene. Accused Lady Selene of wanting to ruin him. Called her every name in the book. My guards had to restrain him.” Marquise replied.

“Where is he now?” She asks.

“In the dungeons of Comery Isle until I figure out what to do with him.”

Shanelle nodded decisively.

“Leave him there to stew for a few days. Then we can address this issue properly once he's cooled off.”

“Very well. How is Khari?” He asks.

“She’s okay. She was worried about Lady Selene though.” Shanelle replies.

“I’m sure she was. Where is she by the way?” He asks.

“Taking a nap with the boys. They played Spyro until they all got sleepy.” She replied.

“Good. I’ll speak with her after she wakes up.”

“Okay. How are you by the way?” Shanelle asked.

“I’m alright. It’s been a long day. My heart goes out to Lady Selene and her family. As tragic as this was, I did find a silver lining for today.” He replied.

“What’s that?”

“The family will be burying the former commander with Elena’s casket.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Since Lady Gladys kept her brother’s plot at their family cemetery, they’ll be buried together.”

“I’m glad you were able to lift the exile order and allow them to come home.”

“I am as well. I will never understand why father dearest banned him for a mistake he made on his own.”

Shanelle paused as they sat down.

“If you don’t mind telling me, what exactly happened that made him unfairly hate the former Commander?” She asked.

“It all started back during the Great War between the kingdoms. The Dialgosa Pass was a territory that was initially controlled by King Mordecai but because of his alliance with your grandfather, he allowed King Dominic to station troops there. It’s a small valley that runs through East and South Cordonia.” He replied.

“Okay, so what happened?” She asked.

“Your grandfather had planted a mole in the ranks, and that mole gave him information that my father would be advancing troops in that area, so King Dominic set a trap for them. Sebastian’s unit had set up camp there that night intending to go further into East Cordonia. But they never made it. Your grandfather’s troops ambushed them while most of them slept. Killing them all. It was said Sebastian was the last to die but there was no real confirmation of that.”

“I never knew that. I knew that Sebastian was killed but I never knew that part of it.”

“Commander Archambeau found out that the mole had been supplying your grandfather with troop information, so he went to tell my father to pull Sebastian’s unit back before it was too late but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he listened to Barthelemy who was adamant about this being the right decision, and went ahead and unknowingly sent Sebastian to his death.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“What did your mother think?”

“She was furious. From what mom has told me, my mother ripped into my father for being naive enough to listen to and trust someone, meaning Barthelemy, who had no military experience or training whatsoever to make this decision. And when my father decided he wasn't going to tell Nadia that it was his blunder that got Sebastian killed, my mother hit the roof. He planned to lie to her about what happened but my mother wasn’t having any of it. She made him tell Nadia and all but forced him and the Monarchy to take care of her and Carlo for the rest of their lives.”

“The Monarchy wasn’t trying to take care of them?”

“No. They were prepared to give him a General’s final send-off but that was it. So she put it in her will that they would be taken care of. It’s one of the reasons why they were given Sebastian’s duchy instead of it going back to the people.”

Shanelle let out a breath.

“I always knew your father was a coward but this? Not even I thought he’d be this.”

“Unfortunately he was,” Marquise said as he shook his head.

Over the next few days, the Royals watched over their daughter who was slowly becoming herself again. By the time it was time for the Royals to head west to Las Vegas, Khari was herself again.

“Now promise you’ll be good for your grandmothers. Okay?” Marquise told her.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good. Me and the boys will be on our best behavior. Just promise me that you’ll bring me back a football.” Khari said to her dad.

“I’ll see what I can do. We’ll see you Monday. I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy! Go have fun!”

With a sweet kiss to each of his children’s foreheads, Shanelle, Marquise, and her father were off to Las Vegas for Super Bowl weekend. They were staying at Shanelle’s Las Vegas hotel. While the men were going for the game, Shanelle was going for the Usher Halftime Show.

Because of the money Marquise paid, they were given a tour of the stadium, where he and Damien took several pictures. When they got to their skybox, His Majesty couldn’t help but FaceTime Logan and tell him about the view.

“Hello?” Logan said as he answered.

“I got something to show you,” Marquise said to him.

“What?” Logan asked.

That’s when Marquise turned his camera around and showed him the view.

“That!”

“Oh shit! Where are you?”

“Vegas! Live and direct!”

“Oh man!”

“You coming?” Marquise asked.

“Oh, you got jokes. You got me on tickets?”

“Logan. I bought a 2 million dollar skybox. You don’t need tickets. You just need to show up.”

“On my way!”

“Move it, Ellis!”

“Be there in a few!”

Not even an hour later Logan was walking through the door of the skybox with his father-in-law in tow.

“So this is how the other half lives? And you got Lowyn on deck too? You are the best brother-in-law a guy could ever have.”

Marquise snorted as he lit his cigar.

“You make sure you tell Sam Dalton that.”

Logan took a swig of his drink.

“But for real, thank you for inviting me.”

“Always. This is about to be one of the best Super Bowls on record. It would be criminal to miss it.”

“True.” He agreed before calling out to his father-in-law, “Chief you good?”

“Yup. I’m perfect. This view is unmatched.” He replied as he toasted with Shanelle’s father.

“Okay, Logan. Who wins?” Marquise asks.

“NFC all day my guy.”

“Pity. And here I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You think Mahomes will repeat?”

“Yes. He’s looking to build a dynasty. And he’s got the team to do just that.”

Logan raised an eyebrow at Marquise.

“How much you wanna bet San Francisco wins this year?”

“$2,500.00”

“Get ready to lose Your Highness.”

“My good man. I don’t lose. I either win or I learn.”

“Nelson Mandela said that.”

“I know. He’s the one who told it to me.”

“You met Mandela?”

“When I was a child.”

Just as Logan started to speak Shanelle came walking into the skybox with Dee in tow.

“Oh no! Trouble just walked in.” Logan teased.

“Shut up boy!” Shanelle snapped at him.

“For the record, I was talking about Dee but hey if the shoe fits big sis, rock it.”

“Like she said, shut up Logan,” Dee said to him.

Marquise snorted at the look on Logan’s face.

“Did you girls see him?” Marquise asked the ladies.

They both started talking all at once.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Marquise said with a chuckle.

“Man, I still don’t see the hype with him,” Logan muttered a little too loudly.

“That’s because you have two left feet,” Shanelle said to him.

“I do not!” Logan protested.

“Who can ever forget little Logan trying to breakdance?” Dee asked.

Shanelle snorted.

“And nearly breaking his neck in the process,” Shanelle added.

Logan sucked his teeth.

“Y’all can go sit down now.”

“Aww poor baby bro. You’ll be okay. How was your flight?” Shanelle asked.

“Short,” Logan replied.

“Like you?” Shanelle teased.

“I’m 6’1!” He replied.

“I don’t know that’s still pretty short, Logan,” Dee added.

The girls cackled at the look on Logan’s face.

“You two are so mean to me!”

“We love you, Lo!” The girls said to him.

“Yeah yeah. Love y’all too.”

The girls took their seats as the game got underway. But all the girls cared about was the Usher Concert at Halftime. And true to his form Usher did not disappoint during his halftime show. And by the end of the game, which had gone into overtime, Marquise’s premonition was correct. Kansas City won which meant the AFC won and Logan lost their bet.

“One of these days you’re gonna learn to listen to me,” Marquise said as he counted his money.

Logan snorted.

“Yeah yeah. But seriously, thanks for inviting me, man. I had a great time and I’m sure the Chief will be bragging about this for days.”

“Anytime. Thank you for joining us. I’ll see you in a couple of days. And don't worry I'll send a check to cover what you lost.”

“Yup yup.”

Before he left Logan got a hug from Her Majesty.

“Thanks for coming babe.” She said to him.

“Thank your husband. See I knew you marrying him would be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“You make sure my angels get their signed jerseys.”

“Yes, mom.”

Shanelle sucked her teeth and then smirked.

“I love you little bro.”

“Love you too sis.”

With one last hug, she watched her baby brother and his father-in-law head back to Los Angeles before they headed back to Cordonia.

You've reached the end of Part One. Stay tuned for part two.

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moonlightsapphic · 2 years

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Y'all aren't ready for this storytime.

So in 9th grade, one of the loudest girls in our class fixated on making me her latest project. At the time, I was still learning to cope with (undiagnosed) selective mutism and was the weirdo in the class. S thought I was chill, and I just needed to socialise a little more: interact, take pictures with people, wear makeup.

As the months passed, we became really close. S was a bit of a disaster: Her family wasn't the most stable, and neither was her mental health. She was conventionally very pretty—curvy with silky waves dyed caramel, sharp facial features and confident poisture. She was a bit outspoken and active for the liking of most guys in our conservative south Asian small town, but just pretty and charismatic and elusive and ✨ deep ✨ enough (even as a teen) for men to overlook that and try to slide into her dms and such. S spent her teen years jumping from toxic relationship to toxic relationship—fortunately with people our own age only.

She was just the type to reel in my chronic empath, neurodivergent ass as well. I loved pleasing S, impressing her, hanging out with her, being vulnerable together, comforting her. She was one of the only people that could keep up with my hyperactive texting, and despite our big differences, we had enough common interests to have something to talk about nearly 24/7.

(Looking back, I can definitely see some neurodivergent traits in her as well.)

When I was deeply crushing on this dumb dude that I thought was the coolest because he played guitar, was good at math and expressed feelings™️ well, I was pretty private about it. S literally emotionally coaxed me into telling her the truth. We were up late texting; she was—unsurprisingly—pretty down and I was keeping her company. She asked, “You know, I consider you to be my closest friend, though I don‘t say it a lot ... Will you tell me the truth? Do you like him?” If I‘d read that in a book, I'd be sure there was some romantic tension between these two characters.

When I had my first weirdly-sexual gay dream at seventeen, I was alone in her room with S later that day and hyperventilating. I was already in a very monogamous (and boring, in restrospect) relationship with that same dude and very happy about it, but that moment truly was the first step in my bi awakening. (It was probably inspired by some of my favourite public figures of the time, like dodie, coming out and talking extensively about it.)

I distinctly remember this one night when my boyfriend (spoiler alert: he’s trash) had been mean and made me cry. I was scared he would break up with me in the morning over this one tiny little mistake I’d made. S stayed up with me all night, and by daybreak I felt a flicker of feelings deep inside, of possibilities.

Unfortunately, as we neared 12th grade graduation, S began to get more conservative. She started to put her religious beliefs above any and all personal principles she once had. Ergo, queer people are sinners and also women should cover up and listen to men plus the country should become a fully "Islamic state" and get rid of all other religious minorities to achieve doubtless true utopia.

Uhhh … yeah.

Incidentally, she seemed unworried about following the same rules herself—her “faith” really shone when she was telling other people what to do, or being bigoted against a certain (religious, racial, ethnic, queer, et cetera) minority group she herself didn’t identify with. It was really just an excuse to feed her ego, perhaps a coping mechanism even, and it was hypocritical.

Let me make it clear here that the beliefs she kept citing are mainly a very specific set of interpretations of Islamic scripture that’ve come to be widely taught in our region at this moment in time. They by no means reflect the beliefs of all Muslims (and, in this case, were very informed by the bigotry of the cis-heterosexual, perverted, greedy old men who historically created these rules to maintain their power). S here absolutely is not a representation of the lifestyle and disposition of every practicing Muslim person.

ANYWAY, she began to make remarks about me posting LGBTQ+ positivity content on my social media, or feminism of the brand she didn't like. In my conflicts with shitty dudes from school, she would only support me if her ~ beliefs ~ allowed it. Additionally, she’d always been pretty emotionally volatile, but it had gotten worse since graduating school—She would get mad or upset with me now for being absent, insensitive, et cetera, asking for reassurance but in intense defensive attack mode. It was behaviour I never encountered from any other platonic friend.

As you can see, S wasn't very good at maintaining boundaries, or being open to other points of view. Her negative approach to many things in life often rubbed off on me as well.

With time and growth I found more friends who were like-minded to myself, whom I didn't have to tiptoe around lest I offend them or set them off, who were far more loyal to me. I’m a sensitive person—and I found a warmer community, much better for my mental health. So in our twenties, S and I organically drifted apart.

When I (finally!) dumped my shitty boyfriend (he’d turned extremely sour over time because he hated that I’d grown a backbone), and began happily dating a woman that I was very much in love with at the end of the year, I realised that having friends who support my queer identity is non-negotiable to me now. Just interacting with the queerphobes from grade school hugely triggered me, and I decided I no longer needed to carefully maintain niceties with them.

And it would all have ended there, except S wasn’t having it. We had drifted apart a while ago, but as soon as she saw that I was posting a bunch of pictures with my girlfriend, she began spreading rumours trying to out the both of us.

(Mind you, we weren’t out to anyone yet at the time. S was purely speculating, but she was spot on—I just couldn’t really figure out why this was the thing she decided to fixate on.)

And then, as if she thought I would forgive her straightaway for attempting to out me, she started hitting me up in my dms every few months demanding I give her an explanation for why I abandoned her. Each time, I patiently told S it wasn’t intentional and I had had mental health troubles. (Namely, ADHD, which she herself had once convinced me was impossible.) If she truly wanted us to keep up with each other, she could just reply to my stories in good humour and ask me how I’m doing instead of repeatedly villainizing me out of the blue. (I never brought up the outing thing, or anything queer-related at all. I didn’t want to give her any more leverage than the bits and pieces of evidence she had dug up herself, conspiracy-style.) However, that would only keep her away temporarily.

Not going to lie, the way she kept coming back to gaslight me into taking her back was an exact copy of what my ex-boyfriend had done for months. It was hilarious, and tragic.

… And (I realised later) kind of gay??

She’s been in a relationship with a really docile (*cough* ball-less) dude who agrees with all her conservative principles since 12th grade. (Honestly, good for them, they deserve each other.) I don’t think S has ever had feelings for me as much as she simply felt possessive of me. She regards it as betrayal that I am happily out and queer, and she can’t tolerate that some other girl has replaced her as my one true ✨ gal pal ✨. She's jealous, but it's hard for me to believe her jealousy is purely platonic. It's like she wanted us to be a pair of suffering queers-in-denial sacrificing ourselves for neurotypical comphet society together, hand in hand, forever. For the greater good.

How romantic.

I noticed a few weeks ago that she's finally removed me from all her social media—around the same exact time that my ex-boyfriend (whom I haven’t spoken to in years) blocked me.

Ah, two breakups that I initiated years ago coming back uninvited, for attention that I literally have zero interest in providing.

So bringing back this post:

Reading this was like a major brain go brrr moment to me, because I was like ??? That’s a queer thing??? No way???

And then I read through the comments and saw that every single sapphic person was like “uhhh yep we never dated though good riddance,” or “ugh yes and we ended up dating and it was so toxic we broke up soon after good riddance”.

For the first time in my life, I actually considered that S might not have been a straight queerphobe, but an incredibly suppressed dumpster fire of a queer person with extreme internalized homophobia.

And … it all fits.

She's always been sultry and glamorous in a distinctly sapphic way; I just never was able to exactly put my finger on it. (In high school, sometimes I'd look her up and down and go whoa.) I can totally imagine a parallel universe in which we forget men and attempt to date each other instead. After the first few months of euphoria, she’d probably get us into an anxious-avoidant trap the same way my ex did. She’d cheat on me with a man because of her internalised homophobia, then dump me and come back crying to gaslight me a dozen times. It would take me much longer to get rid of her than it did to get rid of my dumb man ex—because ✨ shared queer trauma ✨.

I really, really dodged a bullet with that one. My girlfriend is the most wonderful, soft, and nurturing person I know, and she is my soulmate in more ways than one. I am very happy, and this is your PSA to not just date the one other queer person in your vicinity when you know you aren't good for each other. Be like me—run.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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✨ announcement: the trash library is OPEN! ✨

hi babes!!! exciting news for you today - we are TRYING A THING!!!

for a little context, this idea came about because i’ve deeply enjoyed getting introduced to some amazing new authors since i’ve started up my fic rec fridays this year! in addition, i get so very excited whenever someone shares something they wrote with me, whether it’s via a tag or a DM. i know firsthand how much vulnerability it takes to share something you've written, so it means the world, genuinely!!! i love getting to read and share y'all's works in this little community 🥺

but! as a person with wicked adhd, i have a hard time keeping up with sent fics when they’re all over the place- buried in my notes, forgotten about in my likes, conversed over in DMs. and then i never read them and feel bad, lol. so i thought we could try a new system!!

all this is to say: i now officially have a tracked tag!! that's right, we are building ourselves a #trashlibrary y’all!! ~party party yeah~ 🥳

join me under the cut for allllll the fun details!! 📚

what is a tracked tag? 📖 it’s just a regular ol' hashtag that you can add to a post (the same way you’d tag #bts fanfic or #jungkook x reader or anything else!) - but this is one i am personally following! that means i'll see everything in the tag and it'll make it much easier for me to keep track of it all, so that i can read all your delicious writing!

so how does this work? 📖 as far as i understand this magical mystical website, you’ll have to stick the #trashlibrary tag on any new post in order for it to show up in the tag. new posts only, unfortunately; editing or reblogging an old post and adding the tag on it won’t work. BUT! if you’ve got a brand new fic to post and you’d like for me to check it out, you can slap that baby at the end of your tags and officially add it to the trash library!!! it will need to be within the first 20 tags in order to actually show up in tumblr search, so pls keep that in mind! 🧐

what should go in the #trashlibrary tag? 📖 i’d like to keep it to written fanfiction specifically about bts, but other than those basic parameters, the world is your oyster! to make things easy, here’s a shortlist of stuff i enjoy in fics - if you write anything featuring ANY of the following, i would LOVE to see it show up in the trash library (but feel free to stick other stuff in there too!):

any member x reader (does my jihope preference need to be explicitly stated at this point 🤣), any combinations of member x member, ANYTHING with queer characters/themes or a diverse reader, POLYAMORY, group sex, HEALTHY kink (well-communicated & safe), unlikeable/flawed/complex characters, role play 🤤, ORAL!!!!!, dom/sub dynamics (preferably soft 🥺), overstim, SEX TOYS, ……cheating 🙈, drug use, sex work, anal play/pegging, experimental sex (trying something for the first time), unlearning shame around the human body and pleasure, forced proximity, hatefucking 😬, darker/more mature themes, semi-public sex, characters that are both horny for and enamored with one another lmao

i do also enjoy myself some tooth-rotting fluff or heartbreaking angst, i’m just less specific about my preferences there 😂 tagged works can be as short as a drabble or as long as you like, and literally ANYONE can use this tag - doesn't matter if it's your first fic or your hundredth, doesn't matter if we're besties or if we've never even so much as talked thru reblogs lmao. i’m up for it all!

will you read and review everything in the tag? 📖 i want to make sure this is explicitly clear from the jump. using this tag is the best way to ensure that i read and possibly review your work, but it is not a guarantee or promise that i will do either. not every fic is for me (WHICH IS FINE AND GOOD ACTUALLY, otherwise the world would be full of nothing but yucky porn 😂) and in addition: i’m just one person, with a whole-ass life, you know?

i will do my absolute best to keep up with this tag, and i'm very excited about it! but i kind of have no idea how much use it will see, and i may very well not be able to get to it all. what i can tell you is that i am much much much more likely to see your stuff if it’s in this tag, vs. lost in some other place that i have already forgotten about because i have 3 brain cells and 0 object permanence lmao.

by using this tag, you are telling me that you have read and understood this disclaimer, and that you can handle your emotions like a grown adult if i miss your fic, or even if it just takes me a while to get to it 💜

okay that's it! 🥺 i hope y'all are pumped - i know i'm excited to see what kind of goodies our library fills up with!!! see you in the stacks 😉

#trashlibrary #mposting #it's a brave new world out here #attempting to make the most of this barely functional website lmaooooo

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immortalarizona · 10 months

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another Road Trip to Hell update, because it's been a hot minute and oh boy, shit has gone DOWN

let's see. where Were we the last time I gave an update

ah yes. it was literally last week

see I lose track of time because so much goes down in the out-of-session rp channels I set up on the campaign discord

speaking of the oosrp, we handled most of Sloobludop via that anyways

I was a bit silly last Thursday and stayed up until 4:00 in the morning doing oosrp (I didn't have classes on Friday due to holiday reasons). everyone else stayed up except the artificer. it was funnier than it should have been when he messaged the chat the following morning like "GUYS WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED."

so basically

party arrives in Sloobludop. the fighter immediately wants to go tidepool-ing. most of the party joins her.

the rogue, after having a conversation with Jimjar where he basically tries to earn her trust back due to. y'know. Shenanigans, and is as obvious about his status as a deity as he can be without outright saying it. (he hands the rogue HIS OWN HOLY SYMBOL. this moment was hilarious for me as a dm), then realizes that "oh shit, we left Sarith and Stool unattended. Where Are They" and goes to find them

they are by the docks. Stool is playing in the water, and Sarith is chatting with them without rapport spores, because May I Remind Y'all that my Sarith is now a zombie plant man. this leads into me coming with an in-universe explanation for this on the fly, which leads into the concept of the "manymind" (except it was a lot more zalgo-ed when I sent it out in the Sarith reply, because I figured it's one of those concepts that doesn't translate quite right into words), which led to the rogue making contact via Stool with some part of the mind of Araumycos, and now like half the party is convinced that Stool is secretly gonna be the bbeg. all because of some silly lil zalgo text I added on impulse.

the ranger wound up going Dad Mode on Topsy and Turvy when Topsy's kleptomania almost got her in serious trouble in the Sloobludop market. it was very sweet.

but when the ranger returned to the tide pool with the twins in tow, that's when the party realizes that "oh shit, we left, like, everyone unattended, didn't we."

thus begins The Hunt For The Missing NPCs

and thus begins My Evil Shenaniganry

see. the party knew that Blopp's cult to Demogorgon was collecting humanoid sacrifices. so it's not like this came out of nowhere

the party also knew that Shuushar's idealism overrides his self-preservation instincts, Derendil fully believed he could fly at the moment and was bound to get himself into trouble if left unattended, and that Morwenna was very emotionally fucked up following her involvement with the death and resurrection of Sarith and was wandering off somewhere to go get hammered and have an emotional breakdown at the moment

in short

they knew that none of these NPCs were in a state, mental or otherwise, to defend themselves effectively should someone attempt to kidnap them

that someone being none other than members of the cult of the Deep Father

the ranger and the fighter look for Morwenna, because out of those three, she's the only one they really care about, hence why I put her in this situation. they do not find her. I have the ranger roll a survival check to see if he can track Morwenna's scent trail (this was how he found the twins earlier, for the record). he rolls, like, a 21. internally, I rejoice

because where does the trail lead, but right to the area with the altars

I rule that the trail vanishes there, buried by the stench of muck and blood

the ranger talks to one of the kuo-toa whips there (I don't remember his name and I can't be bothered to check lmao) and receives a reply which heavily implies that Morwenna is going to be sacrificed to the Deep Father very soon

cue the panic from my players

and the explicit threats of violence from their characters

(for context. the fighter and the ranger are both in love with Morwenna. the rogue is to but that is not relevant to this particular predicament at the moment)

so the fighter rolls strength (intimidation) to hit the ground and try to crack it. she rolls, like, a fucking 23

I rule that the resulting noise is enough to get the attention of the bard and the rogue, who were off fetching Sarith and Stool (the fungus bros were staring at the fungi on the walls and being generally unsettling). they run over

it is 10:00 PM. I do not wish to run a combat encounter over discord chat, and neither do my players. unfortunately, the most in-character course of action for most of them right now is Violence. the bard is our last hope, both in- and out-of-character.

the bard takes the whip guy behind the altar to have a little chat. he returns not long afterwards, having acquired information about the ritual taking place at midnight and also freaked the whip guy the fuck out. (no one else knows it but me and his player, because we conducted that part over dms, but the bard got to use one of his College of Whispers features for the first time. it was delightful for me as a dm)

violence has not been averted, but it has been delayed. the party heads back to camp to regroup. emotional breakdowns are had, including that banger of a conversation where my last Campaign Art came from. (for context, the ranger gave the twins hand crossbows for purposes of self-defense, and the rogue accused him of trying to turn them into child soldiers.) it is almost midnight. my players and I are all riding an immense adrenaline high

the rogue and the fighter head away from camp and end up resolving most of the Morwenna-centric tension between them. (Morwenna's romantic situation is a Whole Fucking Mess that we will unpack later, don't worry!!)

the ranger reveals to the bard that he died while hunting a demon alongside Drizzt Do'Urden and had to claw himself free from his own grave after something living in his head brought him back

also the bard and the ranger begin flirting almost immediately afterwards (the ranger took his shirt off to show the bard his scars)

this is the moment that Sarith decides it would be a great idea to shoot his shot. it was not, in fact, a good moment

the ranger has his second emotional breakdown of the hour, because he is still plagued by guilt for his participation in the death and resurrection of Sarith. the twins and Sarith give the ranger hugs

and then Sarith asks if he can kiss the ranger. the ranger says no. Sarith goes to mope in a corner and pretend everything is fine while the ranger teaches the twins about the importance of consent while cuddling under the blanket the artificer knitted him

the rogue and the fighter go to Plooploopeen's house to bully him for information so they can rescue Morwenna. I get to deliver exposition, a kickass monologue of emotional foreshadowing, as well as two potions of healing and a potion of water breathing to the party

the party's long rest finishes. it's like 10:00 PM in-game, about two hours until the ritual begins. Jimjar has snuck off to do fuck knows what (only later does the party discover that he used his innate disguise self capabilities to infiltrate the cult's stronghold in Blopp's hovel and grab Morwenna's hammer and shield). I ask the party if they have any final preparations they want to make.

and then the actual session begins.

yes

all this happened between sessions

tbh I'm glad it did. a) it means less time with the stupid voice-destroying kuo-toa voice I attempted the session before, and b) it meant that we could kick off the session with the Good Stuff

aka VIOLENCE

(to be continued in a reblog because tumblr hates me)

#dnd #oota #out of the abyss #road trip to hell

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| Boundaries Post |

It still bugs me I have to do this but I know I do. Bc apparently ppl don't know how to respect boundaries. I had to deal with this earlier a year or two ago and to make matters worse- they didn't care I was married. Oof... I know most people have common sense and my followers know me enough to not do this but new followers or people running on one brain cell (the ppl that need to get horni bonked) need to know this. So this should be pretty self-explanatory but here it is in writing anyway. Keep in mind if you are one of those ppl that need the horni bonk- keep in mind mine is a damn sludge hammer I call the BAN hammer. You've been warned.

| My Boundaries |

Here is a comprehensive list of what I am NOT & AM comfortable with- please respect me, my art, my stories, my lore, and my OCs

Nsfw Art: I do not mind light flirty comments with this but don't direct it at me.

My OCs: Light flirty comments are ok- So long as they AREN'T a persona of mine (Except Clyide bc I am fine regardless if he's my malesona- not sure why I just am)

Feral Creature Lore: NO that is a HUGE no! I will consider that Zooph and I WILL block you.

Intelligent Creature Lore: Absolutely ok with compliments & flirtiness~ I know some of the species I make are attractive and I'm cool with it!

Abaddon Vicalies: NO NO NO AND FUCK NO! This OC is my husband's main persona & literally is him (we designed the character in his image with fantasy deets/lore). He is completely off limits- Keep in mind there is a reason that will be detailed in my trigger post. You WILL get banned & blacklisted.

Me/Areeha Windler/Aria Yager: NO I/both those OCs are personas- keep in mind I am Demisxual and I have severe adversity to anyone who flirts with me.

Lemon Comics: 100% Okay with light flirty, only when it depends on the subject and which OC is involved. But I do love to hear what you thought of the comic! :D

Vore & Sizey Content: NO! Unless the content is very clearly supposed to be Lemons/NSFW- I do not consider these two subjects as inherited horni material/fetishy. I use these two subjects as details/characteristics/themes in stories & art. Not as fetish material.

Anything SFW lore, comic, art, animation, etc related just keep it pg13. I love to hear what people have to say- so long as it's appropriate and not mean- it always brings me joy to see what ppl think of my work~

Other than that- Keep in mind these are my boundaries. Bc I am Demi & a few other issues- I dislike any kind of sxual attention aimed at me. The only time I am cool with it is from my husband. Bc duh. And the occasional flirtiness from my best friend Rosemiri is cool~

Why have this?

Well, sadly, I keep getting people that objectify me and my art. I'm not joking. It's actually a real thing. But I refuse to bring attention to it bc it just makes me feel worse. Either they sxualize my art. Or my OCs. And then by extension- me. It makes me uncomfortable, dirty, and unsafe. Usually, by that point, my husband steps in. But I have had to deal with on more than one occasion where I was sexually harassed in DMs or on my art posts. I like using vore and gt in my stories and lore as a trope/plot detail. Not as a fetish. Because I feel like it adds a nice story dynamic. I don't use it as a coping thing or a safe thing like I've seen others do. I use it just for the reasons I've stated. So I'm sorry if I came off brutal in this post- but I have to draw the line here before I get hurt and someone steps over a boundary they didn't even know is there. Hopefully this is informative- Hope y'all have a great day~ And I'll see you guys in the next post~

#DF Updates #DF Info

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hp-fruit-fest · 2 years

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FAQs

Or: some actual frequently asked questions I figure I should probably address.

What if I sign up as a prompter or participant but decide to do both?

No problem! The settings on the form should now be changed to allow you to change your response. You are also free to email or DM me.

But honestly, if you don't, I'm not overly worried about it. The primary purpose of the sign-ups is so that I can reach out to people if there are any issues regarding a prompt or a submission. The most important part is my ability to link usernames to an email address I can contact.

The question of prompting, participation, or both is more for me to gauge interest and intent, and is not meant to lock you into one or another.

The purpose of this fest is to be as chill and fun as possible for y'all and for me! No stress, no pressure, no obligation. You have no responsibility to "drop out" or to meet a deadline (other than posting by June 20.)

Are you sending out confirmation emails?

For claims: no. There are unlimited claims, and I can see on my end who claimed what. Claims are more for me to have an idea of what to expect than anything, as I've no intention of chasing people down, demanding to know where the banana fic is. Or idk waving a banana threateningly at you.

For sign-ups: yes(ish.) Originally I was not, but now I will when I have time. Sign-ups are my biggest need here. As stated above, I need to be able to contact you if there are any issues with prompts or submissions. I don't expect there to be, but it's a precaution. I'd rather be able to reach out to you and fix a problem rather than having to delete anything with no notice.

Because sign-ups are so important on my end, and knowing my own personal anxiety with things, I know I would feel better knowing my response was logged and accepted. Because I am a busy lady, you may not get confirmation right away, and you are free to reach out to me via Discord (danpuff#4958), Tumblr DMs (here), or via email ([email protected]) to check. I do not mind answering questions!

Why is there a Google Form for claims if you can claim on AO3?

Because I'm allowing posting to AO3 and Tumblr, I wanted people to have the ability to log a claim outside of AO3. Even if you'd rather post to AO3, you can use the Google Form. By claiming a prompt on AO3, it will show up as a claim on your account.

As long as you have an open claim, it will show up when you post a new work, as an option you can select. If you do not want sign-ups or claims staring at you when you're in AO3, the Google form is fine. It's mostly a matter of preference!

Re: Mod Prompts, Do I have to use every part of a prompt in my creation?

Nope! Prompts are meant to inspire! Look at the Fruits as the "important" bit of the prompt, and the additional information as just that: additional inspiration you can use or discard as desired!

Does a fruit have to show up in the fic?

Yep! While the symbolism of fruit alone can be inspiring, this is a fruit fest and I wanna see some fruit! An actual, whole fruit must appear in the fic, though you are free to turn it into juice or jam or pie, if you want!

Where will creations be posted?

AO3 or Tumblr! On AO3 you can post in the collection (here) and on Tumblr you just tag this account so we can see it, reblog it, and log it!

If you have any other questions, let me know!

Send in an Ask on Tumblr

DM me on Tumblr

Email me at [email protected]

DM me on Discord at #danpuff4958

DM me on Tumblr @danpuff-ao3

Join the Discord server and post questions in the #fest-central channel.

Additionally:

This is only the second fest I've run, and my first solo! I'm still learning and figuring things out as I go along, so I hope you can all be patient and understanding with me! I started this fest out of my very fervent love of fruits (yes, seriously) and I really want us all to have a great time here!

That said, I am far from perfect, and still a novice fest runner, so if you can be kind and gentle, I can be helpful! Please reach out if you need anything! 😄

#hp fruit fest 2023 #hp fests #faq

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Shipping Info; answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What is your OTP for your character(s)?

I actually have quite a few in mind. Before I go on with this, please keep in mind that there is no pressure for these ships. These are ships I personally see working for Nova and don't expect anyone to do these ships with me. If you like to do them, great, we can, but don't feel forced or pressured or even led to believe I'll come to you for ships. I will always approach you for interactions with platonic dynamics in mind until said otherwise.

Anyways, for bg3, it's Gale. For Yakuza / Like A Dragon, most likely with Akiyama but this can and will change the more I think about this. RDR2, Javier. And Mass Effect, Garrus.

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

If they are 18-20 while Nova is in her 30s, no, I will not it. I do prefer if the muse is 21+ older for her, only adding the more you add to her age. Such as her being 33 and the muse be 22+. So on and so forth.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFT?

If they are on the line of actually doing the deed, which I will tag it as suggestive, unless it is heavily implied they are actually doing it. Something I will also tag. NSFW will always be tagged and put under more. If I ever do it. The most I'll do is HCs, discussing it in plotting, and implying they have done it.

Are you selective when shipping?

A tiny bit. Not like a full on being selective since I am open to anyone to approach me to ship. I am 100% down for it. The only thing I ask is to actually put in the effort. I have too many experiences in the past where people wanted to add numbers to their ships and not put in the work for it. So, I rather have both parties put in effort, even if it is just talking about them in plotting or saying it is them.

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

Well, I already stated above, which, again, I will empathize that no one should be forced or led to believe I want to ship with you if you have these muses. Otherwise, it is free game to romance Nova.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes. I don't do hints, nor will take it kindly if people assume we are shipping. I'm not going to bite if you slide into my dms and ask to ship. <3 I'm not that intimidating. There is a huge chance I will say yes.

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

Not really on ship-obsessed. I mean as close as I can with obsessing with ships is if we already established a ship. Otherwise, I am not actively seeking out a ship and will always approach with platonic dynamics in mind.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I don't have one so far or rather, I need to build up the ships. Not that they aren't my favorite at all. I do enjoy my ships as much as the next person, but for Nova, I need to build up the ships. Sorry y'all for being so slow </3

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Again, slide into my dms and hit me with "do you want to ship?" We'll go from there. Don't even jokeship with me or do the what ifs scenarios because I will end up taking it seriously.

Tagged by: Stolen

Tagging: Y'all <3

#☆ rocĸ αɴd rαмвlιɴɢ awαy! / ooc☆

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Known zoos/pedos are banned from fur conventions and communities, and actively have tabs kept on them to keep them out of our spaces. don't speak on a community you only see in passing

I didn't say everyone was a pedo or that there weren't spaces where they weren't allowed, I was only stating that it is a very common thing in your spaces.

Also I don't really care because Im not on your spaces. I do care when your sexual content permiates the content that I like, like Pokémon. Y'all could dial the sexualisation of pokémon, it would be greatly appreciated since I would like to be on those spaces without having to see a lucario cock every 5 seconds

And I should say that if what you wanted was a discussion on the topic and not to seem inflammatory, you would not have asked this in anon, I would have answered you privately and your point would probably be better received. This to say, I don't know if you follow me or not, or if you are the same person who also sent me another anon ask, but I gotta say, if you feel the need to send this kind of things in anon, is because you yourself don't want to be associated with it, so maybe don't come into my DMs preaching a thing I clearly have no interest in, and if you're following me, don't. I won't miss you and you won't have to deal with opinions you don't like.

#im only aswering this for that last point #and if you really want to talk to me then talk to me dont hide behind a safe wall #dont follow me if you dont like my opinions #and dont dm me in anon about topics i dont really care about and was just stating an obseved occurance #like i dont care about your “not all furries” if it is what i frequently see that is the opinion i have of yall #maybe try moderating your spaces better?#especially open and public spaces #i dont bite if i acknowledge you #i might bite if i dont know who you are and what your intentions are #sorry if i seem pissy this was really an unnecessary ask and im not about this inflammatory life so im saying this just once #dont try to come @ me with the intention to rally me i have better things to do with my life and i bet you do to #end of rant and i hope that i dont have to make an habit of this

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The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

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

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

Current Word Count: 7,030 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

TW: mention of murder. Reader Discretion is STRONGLY ADVISED!

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MAJOR Thank you and S/O to @shewillreadyou for always letting me pick her genius writer brain whenever I get stuck on something and can't figure it out.

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Chapter 6.) Enemy Of The State.

Shanelle’s heels rapidly clicked across the marble floor as she strode to her husband's office. Today was the day she would get full ownership of all of the Royal Family's personal vacation properties. It was all part of her new brand Rys International. She has plans to open her Hospitality Brand. But first, she needs her husband’s signature on the transfer of ownership paperwork.

There were butterflies in her stomach. And not because of her twins. This was the first time she would do something outside of her duties as queen. She would finally achieve her dream of opening a business all on her own.

When she walked into Marquise’s office, he was just finishing up some important paperwork with his cousin. The Keeper of The Royal Archives Giancarlo Rys.

“That should be the last of the acquisition paperwork, Your Majesty. I just need your seal and signature here and here and I need you to record the date and time of each.” Giancarlo said to him.

Marquise signed and sealed the paperwork.

“There. Signed, dated, and sealed. Thank you again, Carlo.”

“Of course my King. It's my job. I'll have these sent to Queen Reena immediately.”

“By this time tomorrow Auvernal will be mine. It’s crazy to think that one of our more adversarial counterparts will be under my control!”

“Uh oh! The King has gone mad with power!” Shanelle said as she walked into his office.

Marquise snickered.

“You’re just now figuring that out, my love? I went mad with power years ago!”

“However did I miss the signs?” She replied dramatically.

Giancarlo shook his head with a laugh.

“You two were made for each other.” He said to Shanelle before turning back to Marquise, “I will have these filed and sent off immediately.”

“Thank you, Carlo. That’s all for now.”

Giancarlo bowed.

“Of course my King. It’s good to see you, my Queen.”

Shanelle smiled at him.

“It's good to see you too, Carlo. Give Mariana my regards.”

“I will do that, my Queen.”

Shanelle watched Giancarlo close the office door before turning her attention to her husband.

“Well, that's one meeting down.”

Marquise sighed.

“Yeah and about 50 more to go.”

“My poor husband. Being the King isn't as easy as many believe it to be,” she said as she walked behind his desk.

“Not at all, my Goddess. Now, what brings you here, hmm?”

“You mean besides, your good looks, hypnotic baritone, wicked charm, and strong arms?”

Marquise shook his head with a smirk as she plopped into his lap.

“Yes, besides that my love.”

“Paperwork. You, my handsome husband, are supposed to sign the transfer of ownership paperwork.”

“Ahh yes. I have that right here,” he said as he reached behind them and laid the paperwork on his desk.

He watched Shanelle’s eyes light up.

“I can't believe this is actually happening!”

“It's happening my love. You've earned it.”

He signed and sealed the paperwork before handing the pen over to her.

“Sign here, love.”

She couldn't sign the document fast enough.

“Congratulations my love. You are now the sole owner of every Royal Family property that isn't a consulate,” he said to her with a smile.

Shanelle squealed happily.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

“Anything for you my love. Now, are you sure you don't want the Monarchy’s help?”

“Absolutely sure. I don't want to owe this centuries-old dinosaur that you call a monarchy a goddamn thing when I die.”

Marquise snorted as he rubbed his thumb in small circles just at the hem of her skirt on her right thigh.

“So what else is on your calendar for the day, my King?”

“I have an audience with the new head of state for Comery Isle.”

“The elections are over already?”

“Yes. The people have chosen their new leader.”

“That was fast. Who did they choose?” she asked.

“Someone you don't like.”

“Who?”

“Your cousin, Prince Edwin.”

Shanelle looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“You're joking, right?”

“I wish I was my love. But he has been chosen as the new leader of Comery Isle.”

“How?!”

Marquise shrugged.

“He ran a good campaign. He promised to be more vocal for the people and their needs of the Crown than former Lord Neville and his family were.”

Shanelle scoffed.

“Anything to keep him and his dad in politics,” she muttered.

“You don't have to deal with them if you don't want Shanelle.”

“Oh but I do. Comery Isle is under the Queen’s jurisdiction. That's why he ran. He only did it to get on my goddamn nerves. And because I refuse to forgive his father.”

“More than likely. Did I mention that he is engaged?”

“What woman would be stupid enough to marry him?”

“Naya.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yup.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Your ex is marrying my cousin?!” she asked.

“Yup. They announced their engagement yesterday.”

Shanelle’s face soured.

“This is why I hate political marriages,” she muttered.

He kissed just under her left ear.

“You're in a political marriage, love,” he whispered.

“True. But you and I have common goals. For both our family and the kingdom. On top of the fact that I am maddeningly in love with you and your obsession with me would cause you to murder anyone over me. They on the other hand only got engaged to piss us off.”

“That may be true, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter why they got engaged. All that matters is that it's official and whether we want to deal with it or not, it's happening. So I will do my duty as their King and send a congratulatory fruit basket on behalf of the Crown.”

Shanelle pouted.

“I hate it when you get all serious and Kingly.”

“I thought you loved it.”

“I do. When it benefits me.”

Marquise snickered.

“Your cousin isn't the only audience that I have today.”

“Who else is there?” she asked.

“My father’s wife.”

Shanelle groaned.

“Oh good, Lord! What does that dragon want now?”

Marquise contorted his face into a haughty scowl reminiscent of his father and former stepmother.

“Marquise, I am requesting this audience to discuss your late father’s death stipend and why I haven't been moved into an estate befitting my station.”

Shanelle cackled.

“Oh, God. You sounded like your father.”

“Gee thanks,” he muttered.

“You're welcome.”

“Basically she is demanding that I move her into a bigger estate and increase the amount that she gets from the Monarchy.”

“A.) she's already living in the biggest estate in Fydelia. B.) how much more money does that old bat think she should get?”

“She wants the other half of my father's death stipend.”

“Is it owed to her?”

“Yup.”

“And you’re withholding it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Isn't that illegal?” she asked.

“It would be if I wasn't the King. But since I am the King, all stipends owed to former heads of state, are subject to be given, halted, or halved at the King’s discretion,” he replied.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, she gets what I decide to give her and nothing more.”

“Oh, you’re petty, Your Majesty!”

Marquise smirked.

“Now, have I kissed you since you walked in here?”

Shanelle shook her head no.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Positive. Must be your old age.”

“How can I make it up to you, my Queen?” he asked before nuzzling her neck.

“Let me sit in on the audience with Edwin.”

He looked at her, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Only if you can behave.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Fine. I won't have you execute him. So let's make it a state dinner.”

“Good girl. I'll have the arrangements made,” he said as his left hand rested on her stomach, “Now how are my little ones?”

“Giving me indigestion.” she deadpanned.

“Well, that's not good. Be sure to bring that up with your doctor.”

“They're also giving me constant butterflies.”

“Thought that was my job.”

“You give me a different type of butterflies, Your Majesty.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes as he chuckled.

“And what is on your agenda, my Queen?” he asked before kissing the inside of her wrist.

“My parents arrive today. I'm excited to see them later this afternoon. As is our daughter.”

“Ahh yes. I'm always happy to have my mother-in-law visit.”

Shanelle snickered.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what? What did I do?” he asked.

“I said, my parents are coming. Not my mother is coming,” she replied.

“Okay, so your father will be here too. So what?”

“You're horrible Marquise,” she said with a snicker.

“Indeed I am. Now have I told you how beautiful you are today?” he asked.

“No. At least not yet,” she replied.

She felt his lips kiss softly on her neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he whispered in her ear as his left hand slid under her blouse and into her bra. He watched her flinch as his thumb ran over her right nipple.

“Are you alright, love?”

“Yeah. An unfortunate side effect of being pregnant is tender, swollen, and/or sore breasts.”

“Should I stop?”

“Not at all.”

He smiled against her neck before continuing to circle her nipple with his thumb. He made sure that his touch was as gentle and slow as possible.

“I don't know if you know this but that door isn't locked.”

Marquise groaned.

“Someone could walk in and find us in a very compromising position,” she said to him.

Without taking his lips off the spot he had them on her neck, Marquise reached forward and pressed a button under his desk, and soon an audible lock click was heard.

“How did you do that?” she asked with a giggle.

“A.) the King’s Office is built like a bomb shelter so there are secret panels and buttons everywhere. And only I know where they are. B.) you forget that I grew up in this office. I know every last secret that this room holds.” he replied.

“Secrets like what?” Shanelle asked.

“Like the time my father shot a hole in the wall.”

Shanelle’s eyes went wide.

“Connie did what?!”

“He shot a hole in the wall,” Marquise replied nonchalantly.

Shanelle stared at him.

“I never told you the story?” he asked.

“No, you never told me the story!” she replied.

“Oh well, when I was 13 years old he got drunk one night.”

“That's nothing new.” she quipped.

“Let me finish! Anyway, he was in here on his second bottle of Scotch when he pulled out his old .22.”

Shanelle’s eyes went wide.

“Oh noooooooooo.”

“Whatever it is you’re imagining, it was worse. Apparently, he had the bottle in one hand and the gun in the other. And do you know what happened?” he asked her.

“The gun went off?” she replied.

“Bingo. According to what I could get out of Jackson, my father was drunkenly waving the gun around when he pulled the trigger.”

The look on Shanelle’s face said it all.

“Oh. My. God!”

“Yup. The bullet ricocheted off the ceiling, chipped the paneling on the back wall right there before going through the paneling by the door and lodging itself into the wall,” he explained. “That's why my father's Coronation portrait is there. It's to hide the bullet.”

“It's still there?! Why did they leave the bullet in the wall?” she asked.

“As I said before, this office is built like a bomb shelter. So to take the bullet out of the wall, they would've had to take the entire wall and paneling out just to remove the bullet, then rebuild the wall and the paneling. And the Monarchy saw no point in doing so since no one was hurt.” he replied.

“Can I see it?” she asked.

Marquise nodded yes before they both got up and walked over to Connie's portrait. When Marquise took the portrait down Shanelle was able to see the bullet hole in the paneling clear as day.

“Holy. Shit!” she said as she ran her fingers over the bullet hole.

“Now you know, my love.”

“I know I've said this before but your father was an idiot.”

“Yup.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“Promise me something?” she asked him over her shoulder.

“Anything,” Marquise replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Promise me that if you ever get drunk in here you won't have a gun in your hand.”

He chuckled.

“I promise,” he whispered in her right ear before nipping her earlobe.

“Since you know every secret of this room, you wanna answer an uncomfortable question because I'm morbidly curious and will probably regret my morbid curiosity later?” she asked.

“Shoot,” he replied.

“Your father never had sex in this office did he?”

“If he did, it was more than likely in the bedroom behind the bookcase,” he replied.

“There's a bedroom behind the bookcase?!” she asked.

His arms tightened slightly around her waist.

“What have I told you about me not wanting to repeat myself?” he asked.

“Okay, okay. Can I see it?” she replied.

“My my, you sure are nosy today, my Queen,” he replied.

She snickered.

“It's your fault.”

He walked over to the bookcase and pressed a button revealing a hidden opening in the wall. Shanelle’s jaw dropped.

“How did I not know that was there?!” she asked.

He shrugged.

“You're not the reigning Monarch, my love,” he said while nodding towards the bedroom, “so you coming?”

Shanelle followed her husband into the hidden bedroom.

“How long has this bedroom been here?” she asked.

“Longer than I've been alive,” he replied, “it was built by my great-grandfather Leonidas during WWI. He wanted to be able to take a nap in peace. And my father had the bathroom added on after my 15th birthday.”

Shanelle looked around the bedroom and glanced into the ensuite as she sat down on the King size bed.

“This room could use some sprucing, Your Majesty. It feels cold and sterile. I mean the mattress on the bed feels soft but other than that. It's like a dungeon in here.”

Marquise shrugged.

“This room was used for sex Shanelle. I doubt my father cared much about the room’s aesthetic.”

“True. Again at least the bed is soft.”

“Of course it is. The mattress is replaced every six months. And the linens are changed every week. Kinda like our bedroom here in the palace.” he said as he sat down next to her.

“Thank God. I don't wanna sit on anything that your father was fucking on.”

“I would never do that to you. Hell, I would never do that to myself,” he said as he pulled her into his lap.

“Now now, Your Majesty. You have an audience with a certain wicked witch of the west to host. You can't be distracted.” she warned him.

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“I am the King. If I want you then you’re mine.”

“You've said that to me before.”

“I will always say that to you,” he said as he moved a few strands of stray hair from her face.

“You. Stepmother from hell. Audience. Ring a bell?” she said to him.

The look in his eyes was half fire, half annoyance. And she knew it when his grip on her hip tightened.

“Never forget my love. I wait for no one. They wait for me.”

“Who knew the jolly old King had a dark side?” she asked with a smirk.

“You've known this about me for years my love.”

“True. So how quick can you be my King?” she asked.

Marquise glanced at his Apple Watch.

“My audience with Regina isn't for another 90 or so minutes. Why?” he replied.

“Because I only need half that time.”

A slow smirk bloomed on his face as he ran his hands up her sides.

“You don't know what you do to me,” he whispered before he brought their lips together.

He savored the feeling of her lips on his. Exploring her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her body relax in his arms. As their shared kiss ended, both were breathing heavily.

“I hate it when you do that.” she sneered.

He smirked as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it makes me feel like agreeing to anything,” she replied.

“Anything huh?” he asked. “Like this?”

He wrapped strands of her hair around his fingers and pulled her head back. Exposing her neck. He leaned forward with his arm around her waist and left a suckling bite on her pulse line.

“If you drop me, I will murder you.” she playfully warned him.

She felt his smile against the skin of her throat as he stood up slowly with her in his arms. As he stood up he let her slip slightly. Causing her to yelp and cling to him before busting out laughing.

“Oops! Silly me!” he teased.

“You asshole!” she giggled.

He set her down with her still in his arms and his mouth on hers. Without missing a beat, he popped the buttons of her blouse open and let it fall to the floor. He went from kissing her thoroughly to kissing down her jaw, her neck, and across her clavicle.

He hastily unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. He placed featherlight kisses on the tops of her breasts. He was careful to not apply too much pressure to her sore breasts. He knelt in front of her before reaching behind her and pulling the zipper of her skirt down. He pulled at the bottom of her skirt slowly pulling it and her panties down her baby bump and hips, before letting both pool at her feet.

She rested her arms on his broad shoulders. His hands were splayed along her back as he rested his lips against her bare baby bump. She rubbed her right thumb in small circles on the back of his neck before leaning down to kiss him softly. He kissed from her left hip across her growing belly to her right hip.

“As much as I enjoy you kissing me everywhere, don't you think we're a bit unevenly matched, my King?” she asked.

He looked up at her, before gathering her up and laying her down on the bed. He made short work of taking off his suit. His gaze swept over her body as he gently placed her leg on his shoulder and kissed the inside of her right ankle he slipped her high heel off and did the same for her left ankle. He alternated slowly kissing up the insides of her calves to her inner thighs. The closer he got to her center, the shallower her breathing became.

“You are intoxicating,” he whispered.

“And very impatient,” she replied.

He smirked before his mouth descended onto her. He used his tongue to slide in between her slick folds as he feasted on her. He watched her eyes roll back, her head fell back against the bed as she bit her bottom lip, and her fists bunch the bedding at her sides.

He enjoyed squeezing and massaging her thighs, knowing that he would be leaving handprints on her inner thighs. Every soft moan, every gasp, every whimper, every shallow breath she took urged him on. He would swirl his tongue around her swollen clit before sucking on it.

He sent shockwaves of heat and pleasure coursing throughout her body every time he sucked on her clit. Her body began to tense up as her orgasm rose. She was close to her edge but he was nowhere near done with her. With one final kiss to her clit, he pulled his mouth away so he could kiss his way up her body.

“You'd think I’d be used to this by now,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

He watched her chest rise and fall with every she took.

“No, you shouldn't. You should never be used to it. You getting used to what I do to you would mean that I'm not doing my job as your husband.”

“And what job is that, Your Majesty?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Instead of answering, he slid his palms into hers intertwining their fingers and capturing her lips in a long, slow kiss. She loved feeling the length of his body against hers. Feeling him grind his hips into hers drove her crazy causing her to break their kiss. With his dick in his hand, Marquise teased her entrance. She let out a frustrated growl.

“Will you stop being such a cock tease already?” she asked.

He smirked.

“As my Queen commands,” he whispered in her ear.

He lined up with her entrance which was warm and welcoming. With a wink, he pushed inside her. When he heard an audible gasp from her, it was all the satisfaction and motivation he needed. He started to move his hips, reveling in the feeling of her muscles tensing and releasing around him as he moved inside her.

“God yes…” she breathed out.

He watched the look on her face change as he began to really fuck her. He tightened the grip he had on her right hip, while his left hand was pressed against the wall above her head to steady himself. He started to circle his hips with each thrust.

“Fuck! I love the way you feel around me.” he hissed as he sank into her.

Every sound she made drove him crazy. Her moans were broken just the way he wanted them to be. He dug his nails into the soft skin of her hip as he fucked her hard. The pain mixed with the pleasure that coursed through her. As he went deep inside her, he watched her back arch and her knuckles go white as she grabbed the sheets under her. He was giving her what she wanted.

“Yes! Right there! I need this!” she cried out.

“Tell me you want it, love.”

“Please don't stop.”

“I don't want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me that you want it.”

“I want it! I want it so bad! Give it to me.”

She felt his smile against her right ear.

“That's it. Give yourself over to me," he whispered in her ear. “Give in to me. ”

He’d surge inside her before pulling out barely leaving the tip inside her just to fill her up again and again. He wanted to watch her lose her mind and senses from the pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed her thighs together. He stopped long enough to feel her walls pulsate around him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her nails into the skin. She was taking every inch of him and he was loving it. He could feel her start to fade as her orgasm began to crest.

“That's it, love. Take it! Take me!” he growled in her ear. “Let your body give in to me. Let your walls squeeze around me. I know you can feel it. Let it out. Let go. Let me take you away.”

Before she could respond, he squeezed her hips hard and pumped inside her. He was getting close to his orgasm. Her walls squeezed tightly around him but she wasn't quite there yet.

“Let it consume you, love. I know you want it. Take it. It's yours. It's all yours.” he whispered in her ear. “You're fighting it. Don't fight it. Give in. Cum for me. Cum on this dick.”

It was too much and pushed her past the edge she teetered on. She sank her teeth into his right shoulder to muffle her scream just as her orgasm overtook all of her senses. Her body shuddered and her vision blurred.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Cum for me love! Cum for me! Right now! Right! Now!” he growled in her ear as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

“Shit!” he hissed as his orgasm shattered.

They held each other close as they came down from their combined delicious delirium. She took advantage and nipped at his earlobe. She felt his deep chuckle.

“Cannibal,” he whispered.

“You know I have a sweet tooth,” she replied.

“I am not a chocolate bunny.”

“No, you’re not a chocolate bunny. You’re my chocolate bunny.”

He finally detached himself from her and laid on the bed pulling her into his arms. He rubbed the dewy soft skin on her back before softly kissing her forehead. She sighed contentedly.

“I think it's time we admit that we're just a couple of horny teenagers,” she said to him.

Marquise snorted.

“I admit nothing.”

“Then explain how we always wind up fucking somewhere in this palace.”

“Simple. You are my addiction. I have to have you.”

She snickered. As he held her, she noticed that he had a look on his face.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just adore you. That's all.” he replied.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“You always have.”

“And I always will.”

She rubbed the bite mark she left on his shoulder.

“Would this be considered treason?” she asked.

“Technically yes. But considering that there are bruises on your hip courtesy of me. We're square.” he replied.

“Phew! I thought I'd be sent to the gallows.”

“The gallows haven't been used in over 100 years. Besides, your daughter would have my head.”

“True. She would be so mad at you.”

That's when the alarm on his Apple Watch went off.

“Well, it's been fun. But duty calls, my King. Your audience awaits.”

Marquise groaned.

“Fineeee. I guess I can let you and my little ones go for now.”

She giggled at the look on his face.

“You'll be okay.”

He kissed her one last time before both got dressed and went their separate ways for the rest of the day.

The next day Shanelle found herself just finishing up lunch with her parents and her very animated daughter in one of the palace gardens.

“I can’t wait to be a big sister. Grammy, do you think I’ll be like you are with uncle Hank?” Khari asked her grandmother.

“I hope so, sunshine,” Shantel replied.

“You want my daughter to boss the twins around like you are to uncle Hank, mom?” Shanelle asked her mother.

“I don't boss him around! I just tell him the correct way to do things.” Shantel replied.

“Mom. You are mean to your baby brother.”

“I am not!” Shantel protested.

“Your mother’s right Shanelle. She's not mean to her brother.” Damien piped up.

“Thank you. See? Listen to your father Shanelle.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Besides, the only brother Shantel’s ever been mean to is mine.”

Shanelle dropped her fork.

“You have a brother Pop Pop?” Khari asked Damien.

Damien looked up from Khari to see his wife and daughter looking at him like he had lost his mind.

“Yes, sunshine. I have an older brother.”

“I didn't know that! Where does he live?” Khari asked.

“He lives here in Cordonia,” he replied.

Shanelle glared daggers at her father. That's when Marquise walked into the garden. He instantly noticed the looks on the faces of his wife and mother-in-law. He knew whatever it was, it wasn't good.

“Well hello everyone.”

“Hi, daddy!” Khari replied as she ran up to him.

“Hello, my love. How is lunch?” he asked his daughter.

“It's good. Daddy did you know Pop Pop has a brother?” she asked her dad.

“Yes, I know my love. How do you know?” Marquise asked his daughter.

“Pop Pop said so. He said his brother lives here. Did you know that too?” she replied.

Marquise had to school the annoyance at his father-in-law on his face into a mask.

“Yes, my love. I knew about that too,” he replied.

“Will I get to meet him, Daddy?” Khari asked.

“Probably not, little one,” he replied.

“Oh…” she said dejectedly.

Marquise didn't like seeing his daughter disappointed, but he knew that her mother didn't want their daughter to know about him. So His Majesty changed the subject.

“Did you tell your grandparents about your river rock collection?” Marquise asked Khari.

“Huh? Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” she replied.

“Why don't you go show your grandparents your rock collection?” he suggested to his daughter.

“That's a good idea Marquise. Pop Pop and I would love to see your rock collection sunshine.” Shantel quipped.

“Okay, Grammy! Let's go!” Khari said to her grandmother before saying to her grandfather. “Come on Pop Pop.”

“Pop Pop will join you in a bit, baby. You and Grammy go on ahead.” Shanelle said to Khari.

“Okay, mommy,” Khari replied before taking Shantel’s hand and going into the palace.

When the coast was clear, Shanelle turned her furious gaze to her father.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she hissed at her father.

“I'm sorry Shanelle. It just slipped out.” Damien replied.

“Way to go, Your Highness. You have put the thought of that idiot brother of yours into my daughter's head.” Marquise deadpanned.

Damien rolled his eyes at Marquise before turning to his daughter.

“I know how you feel about him, Shanelle, but that doesn't make him any less family.”

Shanelle scoffed as she stood up.

“Family to who, daddy? To you? Because he will never be family to me.”

“Shanelle, please. Don't you think you've punished him enough?” Damien asked her.

“Is he still alive?” she replied.

“Yes.”

“Then no. I haven't. And why do you care anyway?” she asked her father.

“Because he's still my brother. And whether you like it or not, he's still your uncle.” he replied.

“If I may interject, Your Highness.” Marquise piped up. “A lesson your daughter and I had to learn the hard way. Blood makes you related. It doesn't make you a family.”

Damien let out an aggravated sigh.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I'm well aware of how you and my daughter feel.” he said to Marquise before looking to his daughter.

“If that were the case, Daddy, you would've kept your mouth shut. But clearly, that's not the case.”

“What is so wrong with Khari knowing that I have a brother?” Damien asked.

“Your brother is the problem. Your brother is a cancer that I don’t want anywhere near my children.” Shanelle replied before walking inside leaving her father and husband by themselves.

“Well, Your Highness, you have once again managed to piss your daughter off,” Marquise said to his father-in-law.

“I just wish she’d stop acting like he's the villain of the story.”

“He is the villain of the story. Him, my father, and you. All of you are the villains in this story.”

“How many times do I have to apologize for my role in the marriage treaty?” Damien asked.

Marquise shrugged.

“However long it takes, Your Highness.”

Damien sighed heavily.

“I made an honest mistake mentioning him. And when Khari asked, I didn't want to lie to her.”

“While I understand that, the job of telling my daughter about your brother is up to two people. Her mother and I. Not you.”

“Again, I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again, Your Majesty.”

“Good. See that it doesn't. Now have you spoken to him, recently?” Marquise asked.

“No. Not in months anyway.” Damien replied.

“But you have had communication with him, yes?” Marquise asked.

“Of course I have Marquise. As I said earlier, he's still my brother.” Damien answered.

“He's the same brother who sold your daughter off. It's extraordinary how you still hold him in such high regard.”

“I'm not my daughter. I can't just cut him off.”

“Of course, you can Damien. You choose not to.”

Damien let out a frustrated sigh.

“In other news, your nephew won the election in Comery Isle.“

“He did? That's great!”

“He'll be here tonight for a state dinner.”

“If it's alright with you, I'd like to attend the dinner as well.”

“It's fine. As long as you don't embarrass my wife tonight.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.”

“Good. Now I'm going to find your daughter and calm her down, and you’re supposed to be looking at the rock collection of mine.”

“Is that an order, Your Majesty?” Damien asked.

“What do you think Damien?” Marquise asked before walking inside.

That evening Marquise and Shanelle were walking to one of the side dining rooms in the palace with her father in tow. When the three stopped at the doors leading into the dining room, Marquise gently squeezed his wife’s left wrist.

“Are you ready, my love?” he asked Shanelle.

“As I'll ever be,” she replied.

“It'll be over soon. And before you know it, we'll be able to put our daughter to bed.”

She smiled softly at him. He spared a glance at his father-in-law who dipped his chin as if to bow, before signaling to the guard to open the doors. When the three walked into the dining room, they were greeted by Shanelle’s cousin Prince Edwin Miller and the last person on earth that she'd ever want to see: her uncle.

“Good evening Your Majesties. You’re both looking well.” Prince Edwin said as he greeted them.

“Thank you, Your Highness. You as well. Congratulations on winning the election.” Marquise replied.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am ready to hit the ground running for the people of Comery Isle.”

“And congratulations on your engagement, Your Highness. We wish you and Naya all the happiness in the world.”

Edwin nods politely.

“Thank you, my King. I appreciate your good wishes. And I hope you and my cousin know that our engagement is not meant to be spiteful. Naya understands the region we are both in and wants to bring about change for the people.”

“I'm sure that she does. Again, we wish you both well.”

Edwin looked at Shanelle.

“You’re looking well, Shanelle.”

“Thank you. So are you.”

“Congratulations to you and His Majesty on your newest edition.”

Shanelle smiled cordially.

“Thank you, Edwin. I appreciate that.”

“You’re most welcome.”

That's when Edwin’s father groaned.

“Yes yes. Félicitations and all that. Can we move on?” King Edward asked impatiently.

Shanelle set her jaw but kept her mouth shut when Marquise wrapped his hand around her left wrist. Edward looked over her shoulder to see her father standing behind her. He softened slightly.

“Hello, little brother. It's been a while," Edward said to Damien.

Damien smiled softly.

“Hello, Edward. It's good to see you. How is Genevieve?”

“She's doing well, thank you. How is your wife? Forgive me, I've forgotten her name.”

“Shantel," Shanelle spoke up.

“Ahh yes. Thank you, my niece.”

“Your Majesty.” She corrected him.

Edward raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh so now you care about your title, my niece?” he asked her.

“I have always cared about my title. And I will not continue to remind you of my title.” she replied.

“Nice to see you are still as obstinate as ever…Your Majesty.” he sneered at Shanelle.

“Let us all have a seat, and get started shall we?” Marquise suggested.

Everyone took their seats at Marquise’s request. Not soon after the first course was served.

“I see you still know how to serve your guests an appropriate meal, Shanelle,” Edward said to her.

Marquise placed his right hand on his wife’s knee. Rubbing it in soft circles.

“Edward, I will only remind you once. You will address my wife by her title.” Marquise warned the former King.

Edward backed down.

“Apologies, my King. I'm only teasing is all.”

Marquise smiled tightly.

“With all due respect, Your Highness. I know for a fact that you’re not.”

Edward gave Marquise a lopsided smile.

“Again, my apologies. I meant no disrespect.”

Edwin cleared his throat awkwardly before addressing the room.

“I was hoping after dinner Her Majesty and I could discuss the new budget proposal I have for Comery Isle.”

“As long as it follows the tax codes of Cordonia and includes the continuation of the labor tax incentive program, we'll talk.”

Edward clears his throat.

“Okay. I will have to revise my budget plan and then reschedule with you, Your Majesty.”

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at her cousin.

“Whatever for?” she asked.

“Well the current budget I have written doesn't include the tax incentive program,” Edwin replied.

“And why not?” she asked.

“If I may be completely honest, it's a waste of time. The money is better spent on more pressing matters of Comery Isle. Like paying the severance package owed to the former Lord Neville and his family.” Edwin replied.

Shanelle sighed in annoyance.

“Is what the people voted for, Edwin?” she asked.

“No, it's not. But I also believe in forgiveness. The Vancoeur family served Comery Isle and Cordonia with distinction.” he replied.

“Did you get a look at the finances of the former Lord's family?” Shanelle asked.

“No, I didn't,” Edwin replied.

Shanelle nodded decisively.

“I'm not surprised. Because if you did you would've seen that they had been embezzling from the main treasury of the island for decades. Imposed unsafe and unfair labor practices. Much like Connie, they underpaid and even fired workers at their estate without any true rhyme or reason. All of this on top of their involvement with the Via Imperii. In conclusion, I'm not about to sign off on any type of severance package for them. They're lucky they got to keep whatever treasury they had left.”

Edward scoffed.

“So they skimmed a little off the top, so what?” Edward sneered at Shanelle.

“That's funny. I don't believe I was talking to you.” Shanelle snapped at him.

Edward rolled his eyes before addressing his brother.

“You know, I'm starting to regret putting your daughter in power.”

Damien took a deep breath before looking at his older brother.

“Unfortunately for you, it's too little too late to rewrite history.” Shanelle said to the former King.

“Is that so? And what makes you think that I can't snatch your title from you?” Edward asked Shanelle.

“Well for starters, you lost the power to do anything when my husband and I were married. Second, many of your old friends, allies, colleagues, and associates were given a choice: either align with the new Monarchy under my husband and I or lose your social status.” Shanelle replied.

Edward clapped slowly.

“Very clever, my niece. You've finally learned to wield your power.”

“First, last and only time I am going to tell you this: I am not your niece. We are not family.”

Edward gave Shanelle a haughty look.

“So you keep saying.” he sneered.

The former King then turned his attention and sneered toward Marquise.

“I have to know, is this how you honor your father's name, house, and legacy, Your Majesty? By erasing his contributions to the Kingdom?” Edward asked Marquise.

Marquise closed his eyes and then took a calming breath.

“Edward, that's none of your goddamn business. What I do as King with or in my kingdom is the business of me, my wife, and the new Monarchy. As my wife stated, you lost your power and right to control anything when we were married. Which by the way, was by you and my father's design. So if you're feeling forgotten by either the Monarchy or the people, then that's your fault.”

Edward's face soured.

“You two were handpicked for a reason. You were supposed to have toed the line. Kept the Monarchy and nobility first. That's how Cordonia is supposed to work. But instead, you two are soft. You punish the nobility because of your combined hatred for me and the late Constantine.”

“Watch your tongue, Edward! Less you want it to be cut out.” Marquise hissed.

Edward scoffed.

“Is that a threat, Your Majesty?” Edward asked.

“No. It's a reminder that there is only one King in this room. And as that King, I have had just about enough of you and your disrespect.” Marquise replied.

Edward chuckled darkly.

“I see now why your father always considered you to be weak, Marquise. You don't have the balls to make the decisions necessary for the kingdom to thrive and survive. It's no wonder why your mother didn't last long as Queen.” Edward sneered at Marquise.

“Edward, that is enough!” Damien finally spoke up.

“And of course, my spineless little brother finds a way to defend these fools.”

That's when Shanelle had heard enough.

“You know what?” Shanelle said before throwing her water glass at Edward who barely had enough time to duck.

“You ungrateful bitch! I gave you and this hollow idiot the world on a silver platter and this is how you both repay me? The only reason you’re even the shadow of a Monarchy is because of me!” Edward shouted.

“Guards!” Marquise’s voice boomed. “Get this parasite out of my palace before I have him tried for treason and hanged!”

Everyone watched as the guards hauled the shouting former King away.

“Damien get my wife out of here. Now!” he ordered his father-in-law.

With one last look at her husband, Shanelle followed her father out of the dining room. Marquise turned his attention to an annoyed Edwin.

“Well, my cousin does it again. She has a temper tantrum and my father gets blamed for it,” Edwin sneered.

“Prince Edwin, please do what your father can never seem to do and shut up!” Marquise hissed.

Edwin kept his mouth shut and the annoyance on his face clear.

“I will only issue this warning once. If you ever bring that God-awful human slug anywhere near my palace again, I will make sure that your wedding day is the day of your wake.”

“Are you threatening me?” Edwin asked.

Marquise gave him a cold smile that was reminiscent of his father’s smile.

“Merely reminding you of who you are and aren't my good man. We'll be in touch, and do give Naya my regards.”

With that Marquise walked out of the dining room leaving Prince Edwin in a stunned silence.

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Y'know when something should remain dead and moved on from. It should be said and done with good intentions.

I said with "good intentions". This isn't one of them, so it finds its way to be relevant again.

Nicole recently hit me up my inbox. I assume scoffing on her opinions caught her attention to my blog but hey welcome to the blog. (:

She's previously reached out to Cagney and Kevonica on topics about the Mobox87 drama which resulted in altercations. Nicole's been called out and shown to start these arguments or disagreements by being one sided on the drama when trying to interview Cagney and Kevonica. You can check that all out by pressing this underline sentence.

So yeah, keep note that most of Nicole's statements are like what this image says.

Anyways, here is the translation of Nicole's message.

"Hey, isn't it a bit gossipy or intrusive of you to talk about me"

"I don't know, I say *this* because well, for you to talk about it without being someone who has to do with it is something rude and gossipy on your part"

Yeah, I shouldn't really have to explain why this message is dumb but it's here for y'all to see.

Apparently you can't have an opinion or provided info to criticize someone without it being labeled as harrassment or rude.

Y'know same could be applied to you Nicole. I don't understand why you're feeling entitled to be untouched by others criticism when you came around feeling like this when you got into the drama.

Don't go off talking about how you don't wanna have me or anyone put your name out of their mouth because you claim they are someone who has nothing to do with whatever bullshit that you spat out.

You're so quick to say something about this drama that you have nothing to do with it by inviting Mobox87 in a discord call to do an interview for you to stream, get into a dm conversation with Cagney and Kevonica for you to have a feud.

Then what? Come to me as a victim cause Oh Hey What I Say is Gossip? As if your shit show doesn't imply as well cause you're a supporter of an artist's public image when they've done messed up shit behind everyone's backs and have a literal gallery of art they wanna excuse was manipulation to make child porn, snuff, glorify domestic violence?

Oh hey but let's not forget-

Anyways, quit clowning cause I already went off once and you made me had to do it twice. Just when I stated we have moved on from you, Nicole. You just had to come around and talk to me when you've made it clear that you're non-negotiable from what has been shown by the screenshots revealing your conversation in full context.

Nicole if you really want out of this drama and not be brought up again then shut up and leave it alone.

Now to address the people who actually been harassing Nicole and by spamming her on Instagram, YouTube and her Tumblr blog which she's posted previously.

For this user who's attacking Nicole. I'm going to be generally honest, kill yourself.

No seriously like wtf is your actual problem, we're at least being professionals while you got some asshole giving the critics a bad rep with this harrassment so quit it.

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furby-organist · 3 years

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// I’ve been feeling like, really overwhelmed, and anxious on here. So I think I might need a break or at least to pull back a lot for now.

#// like... I shouldn't be getting hit with anxiety half the time my inbox or DMs get a notification.#this is supposed to be a fun place. not somewhere where I feel a crushing sense of responsibility bc I have a lot to get to #while having extremely limited executive function for it.#I see all y'all fun ppl and I want to respond and interact but I just. Am so tired and stressed and anxious.#I'm having anxiety responses to things I should not be reasonably having anxiety responses to.#So. I'm gonna like. Step back until I feel better.#Also please don't DM me in response to this even to wish me well.#As stated above I'm having anxiety responses to DMs/askbox notifs atm. Replies to this post are fine ig #So yeah I'm gonna focus on my studies and draw until I feel better. Whenever that ends up being.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCelebrity crush, Genshin boys idol! au

admitting you're their celebrity crush and their reaction to your reaction

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli and xiao

( can't stop thinking about idol! au genshin. any type of celebrity but it's hinted that you're a singer in xiao's. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ this man is sooooo fucking slick with it.

━━ he'll slyly bring it up in an interview or a live with a smirk on his face and then act as if it never happened when someone questions him.

━━ his members just stares at him when he brings you up, knowing, that beneath that sly persona and nonchalant act, there was millions pounds worth of fan merchandise in his room.

━━ he would evade the subject and if it's an interview, the host would have to pry answers from his members instead as he sits there proudly with a smile on his face as his members tell his fan behaviour instead of him.

━━ in a live, he would somehow convince his fans they were hallucinating but someone would post the clip and everyone would just go ballistic, it'd be one of those "top ten things i can't believe kaeya managed to get away with: gaslighting his fans into believing they were crazy."

"Who's your favourite celebrity?" Kaeya reads out from the comments passing quickly through his Instagram live, he pretends to think. A smile forms on his face when he 'decides' on an answer, "probably [Name]."

He watches the comments speed through even quicker before changing the subject, dropping the matter as if it never happened. His fans are all freaking out though, wanting to get more details on his crush on the celebrity but Kaeya ignores all comments about the subject. They never die down though, only ending when Kaeya himself ends the live.

━━ you may have ended on the same show some time after him and the host brings it up ( 100% planned for views ).

━━ it makes you smile because you've already been informed about this topic by your fans and kaeya's.

━━ you'd end up thanking kaeya for the support and say that you've also been lowkey a fan of his group but you've never openly stated that to anyone.

━━ his fans and your fans immediately get to work and start tagging kaeya's insta/twitter, group and personal, under the clip of you shyly admitting you're a fan of his also and he goes mental.

━━ probably sits there watching the entire interview with a huge smile on his face, and it doesn't leave, not even after he finishes the interview ( bonus: diluc is very disturbed ).

━━ HUGE ego boost for the rest of the day. kaeya's normally very confident but he's extra confident, like starts strutting around like he's the shit and even had the balls to nod his head at diluc as if to say "what's up" with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

━━ diluc definitely thought he was picking a fight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ more likely to come from one of his members than him.

━━ or he'd be very smooth with it, and brings it up rather subtly. it'd be a small "oh, i ingest their content and enjoy it" and he'd just continue about his day

━━ and his fans will still go insane because diluc actually enjoying something seems weird, especially another celebrity's work

━━ this would obviously reach you, who was an open fan of his group, and you'd freak out when you see it but wouldn't bring it up because he only said he enjoyed your work, not he was a fan.

━━ would definitely get questioned if he was being interviewed on a talk show, he wouldn't evade the question.

━━ he doesn't really see a point in lying, so he simply shrugs and tells the host that he is a fan and owns some merchandise.

"Diluc, a few fans are curious about your statement the other day," the host redirects the questions to Diluc, who raises an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're a fan of [Name]?"

The question makes his heart pick up a little, he leans back on his chair and clears his throat, composing himself before nodding. "I am a fan," the host seems happy by his response. The conversation continues to steer in this direction, asking Diluc if he had attended any fan meetings or merchandise, how he would feel if you two collaborated for a project and then finally ending once the host asks other members if they were fans of anyone.

━━ he thinks nothing of it, continuing with his day as usual but when he gets mentioned by your twitter? the man loses his shit.

━━ he sits there staring at his screen like he was hallucinating and literally tunes everything else out, staring at your little: "i'd love to work with you too!" message with a small smiley face at the end.

━━ he checks the account multiple times just in case it was one of his fans trolling him but clicking on the @ takes him back to your account so he gives in at some point

━━ he types out a normal, professional "thank you, i hope a time comes when we can collaborate" and "i look forward to more of your works" but he's still losing his shit.

━━ stays in his mind for at least a week.

━━ fans always bring up the fact that y'all never did end up collaborating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ the public is very aware.

━━ he's never made an attempt to hide how he is a fan, not even the massive poster in his room or the little keychain that he hangs on his bag nor the red eyeliner belonging to a makeup brand that you became a brand embassador for, also now one of his favourite brands.

━━ so no one is really surprised when he talks about you or your upcoming work, what is kinda surprising is when he straight up says that he says you're his ideal type.

━━ not because it's shocking that you'd be anyone's ideal type but because they didn't expect the out of the blue question from host and it's even more mind boggling when the man doesn't even stutter nor even think before just saying your name.

━━ members are sat beside him literally losing their shit in both negative ( scandals and shit ) and positive ( it's fucking hilarious ) ways as he just blinks.

━━ he doesn't even look the slightest bit worried as he stares dead straight through the host's head.

━━ obviously scandals emerge, there are positive and negative reactions. some people suddenly realise how good you two would look together and others are mad you "stole" their man because we have delulus in all fandoms.

"So Zhongli," the host starts before clearing his throat, obviously a tad uncomfortable under the eldest member's sudden gaze, "who is your ideal type?" The members also seem curious, as they stop their interactions, staring over at their unusually emotionless member.

One member laughs, waving the question off as a joke and as a way to avoid any possible scandals, knowing that Zhongli wouldn't filter his words due to his lacking understanding of social cues. "C'mon, there's no way that he has an id━━"

"If I had to say, then [Name] suits my preferences." The member who tried to wave it off blinks, staring at Zhongli like he just murdered someone and other members laugh. The host seems pleasantly surprised, peering at the camera with a raised eyebrow and a certain look on his face. The entire studio never gets over it.

━━ it's brought to your attention on twitter because twitter is usually where shit goes down.

━━ you've always been aware that zhongli has been a fan but you've never been able to speak up about it due to your management.

━━ luckily for you, your contract with your previous strict company had ended just a while ago and under your new management, you were more free to do whatever you wanted.

━━ so obviously, you quote tweet the video, tag his account and say in a jokingly way that he should take you out on a date first.

━━ he doesn't publicly reply to your tweet because he already got in trouble with his management for answering such a risky question anyways and your tweet is a little too suggestive.

━━ but he also wants you to know he has seen the tweet. so his solution? to slip into your dms.

━━ and all of a sudden, the next time you're both seen together, you're besties? so people started connecting dots and shit, were they good at connecting them. moral of the story: never underestimate zhongli fans because collectively, they may be able to beat zhongli in an iq test.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ best believe this man got death threated or held at gunpoint into admitting you're his celebrity crush.

━━ or he didn't do it at all and his members confessed for him just to tease him.

━━ happens on a group live, members are just vibing.

━━ xiao is sat in the back somewhere, scrolling through his phone with his earphones in so he doesn't notice his members shifting the camera to him or jumps onto him whilst holding the camera.

━━ when he does notice though, he takes out his earbud and your song just blARES through his earphone and it's fucking loud.

━━ he immediately turns it down but his fellow member already has this shit eating grin on his face and jumps onto xiao, successfully grabbing his phone and showing the live of 100k+ people.

━━ his homescreen is one of those "boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material" lockscreens of you and it shows that your song had been playing.

━━ xiao literally attacks his members and grabs his phone back, walking off to escape the embarrassment but can hear the echoing laughter as he walks down the hallway and slams his door closed.

Xiao lets out a sudden 'oompf' when his members glomps right ontop of him, grinning widely as they held up a camera to show off themselves and Xiao. Glancing at the camera, Xiao takes off an earbud, freezing when a loud upbeat tune echoes throughout the open area. Xiao ignores the feeling of his face heating up and turns down the song, ignoring the obvious gleeful stare of his member.

Almost on instinct, he moves his phone away but curse his parents for their genes because all it takes is a little stretching for his member to have his greasy fingers all over his phone, ripping it out of his hands and immediately running away to shield themselves from the wrath of all 5" and a bit of Xiao. When they deem it safe, they click on the home button of the screen, grinning amused at the homescreen.

"Look at fanboy Xiao!" And just like that, Xiao's cold demeanour had been shatteres infront of a plethora of people.

━━ you find it one of the most endearing things ever.

━━ literally how could you not? you find pride in yourself to have such a popular member of an idol group enjoy your work and it helps gain a little more confidence in yourself.

━━ it's brought up on a talk show kinda casually where the host is one of your friends so they are slightly teasing you for it all the whilst remaining on the professional side.

━━ and it's obvious to say that you're embarrassed by the way you chuckle and mess with your fingers and hair, but you hold yourself together anyways and manage a sweet "thank you for the support" to xiao when the host asks if you wanted to say something in case he was watching.

━━ and the very next day, on xiao's official instagram, he has a signed album and poster of yours, tagged and everything.

#genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #genshin zhongli #genshin diluc #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader

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