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Mal & Alina | I'll crawl home to her
by Ilovehertjes
#shadow and bone#sabedit#malina#malinaedit#malyen oretsev#alina starkov#otp: you are my true north#my video#Youtube
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i cant wait to get back into my malina brainrot era again
#angelica talks#shadow and bone#malina#mal oretsev#alina starkov#otp: you are my true north#YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM
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HAPPY 20th MONTANAVERSARY TO JACK & CARLY SNYDER JULY 3, 2003
#as the world turns#jack snyder#carly tenney#jack x carly#carly x jack#i really like how this coloring came out#i missed the worth it all anniversary but i made it in time for this one!#pls if you ship them or know who they are message me#mine#mine*#otp: true north#i wish soaps were more popular on this hellsite i feel like i'm shouting into a void#happy 20 years to my second favorite carjack era#the first is their 2010 happily ever after but i missed that anniversary too#lol anyway carjack forever#soaps#the fact that this wasn't even their first (or last) wedding i love soaps so much :')#michael park#maura west
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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - [4/6] Current OTPs
↳ “You told me about cardinal north and true north. Cardinal north is a direction on a map. True north? True north is home. It is where you feel safe and loved. You have always been my true north, Mal. And if I am to survive this, I need to be home again. With you.” // “Alina, if you get this letter, know that when I told you about true north, I was talking about you. You are my true north. And I can see my way to you now.”
#shadowandboneedit#sabedit#sab#shadow and bone#grishaverse#malinaedit#malina#alina starkov#mal oretsev#creations#ultimate ships challenge
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y'know I've been thinking about buddie a lot since buck being bi became canon and as much as I love bucktommy I really wonder if/how they can make it endgame. my biggest concern right now is that buddie makes so much sense narratively that anything else would feel forced because for bucktommy (or buckanyoneelse) to be endgame it'll feel like eddie will never find love. I don't necessarily think that's true but it will feel like it. at least in that moment.
both these men have been in and out of relationships for the whole time we've known them and their north star has still always been them. they still always go right back to the other. and that can be done in a platonic way and they can have a platonic soulmates buddie alongside a romantic bucktommy but i dunno
even though I personally do headcanon eddie as arospec and love buddie as both a qpr and a romantic relationship I don't think abc is gonna do a qpr. and I don't think they'll do a poly relationship either and give us bucktommyeddie.
I'm just so worried about how they'll handle this because there's so many people who joined the fandom after 7x04 and have bucktommy as their endgame ship. and I cannot imagine the pain of having a canonical queer otp with a bi main character that you love and hold dear be ripped out of your hands just for another relationship that you may or may not care about. I can see how it would be devastating. I would be so upset if we got buddie only for them to break up and another relationship to take its place down the line.
and while i love buck and tommy together so much I still really only see buddie as endgame with how I perceive the story so far. if bucktommy or anyone else becomes endgame I won't be angry or anything but unless it's well done I'll probably question how they got there.
like it's possible. I'll never say never because they could completely surprise me and Eddie will have a compelling love interest or maybe they'll even go the qpr angle or poly relationship route.
I love multi shipping and I've never expected any ship I have to become canon so I'll survive and most likely be happy no matter what happens. I ultimately have always only wanted buck and eddie and now tommy to be happy.
but I can't stop thinking about whether or not the writers room will completely fumble this. I'm worrying so much I'll give myself a ulcer.
edit may 21: this post is so old lmao but it seems to keep getting some kinda engagement. and no one's seeing the tags I guess lol. I don't think any of this really anymore lol I'm kinda off the buddie canon hype train and have been since the May 2nd episode. also a lot of the interviews Ryan's given have really changed my mind. I want bucktommy endgame at this point and I kinda want arospec Eddie but that's not happening and since he's been called straight by Ryan I just want the man in therapy to get over Shannon and finally face all the guilt he's feeling about her. I can see why buddie canon is really important to people but it's clearly not the story the show wants to tell and I don't see a point in forcing it. I am mostly a fanon fan so it doesn't really bother me either way to lose the idea of canon buddie, since I didnt think canon was ever gonna happen until 7x04 and then 7x06 made it clear it wasn't gonna happen. the hospital kiss really sealed the deal that bucktommy is probably sticking around tbh
#i dont know when i became a worrywart over relationships in a show but here i am worrying#bucktommy#buck x tommy#tevan#buddie#buddietommy#buck x tommy x eddie#evan buckley#tommy kinard#eddie diaz#tv: 911#911 abc#911 discourse#saf.txt#saf rambles#does this even make sense#i wish i was eloquent and could write for shit#even though i dont really believe bucktommy is endgame i can see it and i do really like the ship theyre currently my favourite#edit: lmao ryan came out and said eddie is straight so i guess buddies dead#rip i hoped for canon buddie for almost a month just for it to sink lmao gonna go back to just being a fanon enjoyer#thats so much less stressful tbh
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Kinda random, but what made me really start shipping Kataang was how determined Aang was to get Katara's necklace back from Zuko, especially when we know how important said necklace is for her both as part of her family and part of her culture. And the thing is, Aang is always doing nice things for Katara without expecting any reward, like offering to fly her to the North Pole and refusing to train under sexist Pakku. Things that made me go from "this is a cute ship with good development" to "this is my OTP."💙🧡
So true, anon that’s a great scene!! Hmm I don’t know what made me ship it cuz I was 5 when I watched it for the first time so I really didn’t care about ships. But as I got older I started watching the show for Katara and she kept touching him and asking him how she looked dhdjfj it was beyond obvious TO ME (bass amplified).
That and every time she cried over him. It just felt really intense I’d be like why are you crying queen 😫😫😫 she’s so extra I can’t.
But I think a singular scene that really made me ship them was in The Serpent’s Pass when he said she made him believe in hope and she cried. When I think about it, Aang’s opinion seems to mean a lot to Katara and I think he notices that and makes sure to praise her so she won’t doubt herself. I liked seeing the fmc be praised and loved by the boy she liked without having to grovel and look pathetic, you know?
That reminds me of a meta I read the other day about how Sokka (yes I have to mention sokka or katara when I talk about the other 🤪) doesn’t really take compliments and I think Katara is also like that in a less extreme way.
Like when she tried to discredit herself when she revived him with the spirit water and Aang was like hello you literally saved my life??? dhdjdj I don’t care what delusional fanon shippers have to say, Aang compliments and appreciates Katara more than anyone, and that’s my fave part of their dynamic.
Anyways yes I agree with you. Aang always does what Katara wants simply because he wants to and she wants to. They don’t really force the other to agree with them either, even tho they both clearly care a lot for each other’s opinions. I think the show does a great job of setting the foundation for their romantic relationship this way through all these platonic moments.
Back to my fave scene in the Serpent’s Pass, I especially like how that scene shows Aang letting go of one of his beliefs for Katara which is linked to bigger moment of him refusing to let go of her to master the avatar state in the Guru, and eventually finding a whole new way to end the war while still staying true to himself. I don’t wanna say Aang and Katara getting together is integral to his arc or her arc, but I do think they link it in this way on purpose, and it’s why a lot of people that claim “Aang never changed” often don’t ship Kataang and the same for people that hate Katara and call her annoying then say they didn’t understand the ship. Like clearly my guy.
Anyway, to sum up this ramble 🤭 this is why I love the Serpent’s Pass scene and think it’s very underrated among kataang fans. I’m curious to know what kataang scene made oomfs ship too? I loved this ask and thank you for sharing that with me anon xx
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sansa stark
hello!! thank you for the ask !! i've only read the first book, so i'll mainly be using that. also because im a certified hater about sansa antis, who mostly dunk on baby sansa
favorite thing about them: she's so goddamn smart. like politically, socially, all over. she answers that question about identifying renly baratheon so smoothly, she entertains the audience with her comments, she realizes that littlefinger is not quite what he seems "his mouth smiled while his eyes did not". so so smart my darling.
least favourite thing about them: nothing. she's perfect. maybe lemon cakes? what's the fixation?? but that might be my problem because i've never had a good one.
favourite line:
book 1:
Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.
overall, i'm kind of predicatable. i just love how sansa realises there are no true knights and ladies, but she's still finding reasons to believe, and trying her best to be the ideal she's taught.
Be brave, she told herself. Be brave, like a lady in a song.
brOTP: so far, sansa & margarey, but i remember reading this one fic with beautiful sansa & satin flowers.
OTP: jon snow/sansa stark.
nOTP: i ... don't like Sandor/Sansa or Tyrion/Sansa... it's sort of like those christmas movies where the gorgeous girl settles for this plain looking man... i don't see it happening.
random headcannon: i really like the idea of cultural-renaissance court of winter under Queen Sansa. also that she gets a direwolf pups-- let me feast myself on those nothern magic, greenseer headcannons.
unpopular opinion: i liked the ending of GOT, atleast for Sansa and Arya. (proceeds to hide in an underground bunker)
songs i associate with them: there's this hindi song called Teri Dastan (your destiny) that is literally her song. also jenny of oldstones (karliene) for some reason even if its a targ song,
favourite picture of them: i'm assuming this means costume soo... the armour-ish costumes, dark tones that really wet of her hair. gif set here. and my favourite accessory (predictable) is the dragonfly necklace.
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for Valentine's Day this year we’re focusing on 💘LOVE💘
thanks for making this week's game and for the tag @heymacy
name: c h a n i
where the heck are ya? The Windy City of the North. (people do actually call it that. lol. also we have north america's windiest intersection.)
do you believe in love at first sight? Nah. But maybe by the second sight.
do you believe in soulmates? I think we have people that our souls are drawn to. I don't believe we only have one true soulmate though.
what’s a song you’ve been loving? Satanist by Boygenius on repeat.
how about a show you’ve been loving? I desperately loved Fellow Travelers and I've been trying to psych myself up to a rewatch. (it's so saaaaaaaad.)
your ultimate OTP: Gallavich. (and I can never fully let go of wolfstar.)
your comfort book: Tithe by Holly Black. I have had the same copy since I was 12 and it's traveled all over with me. (Kaye and Roiben are the original fairie romance)
a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): This art by @deedala makes me feel all the things.
I don't think I've read a single fic by @sam-loves-seb that I didn't love, but I particularly adored her whumptober fics
Furlough by @loftec and Restoration by @palepinkgoat are the fics I think about the most.
This gifset by @gardenerian
This gifset by @deedala
and this art by @michellemisfit (I was going to link your bloodplay art too but I couldn't find it!!)
a trope that captures your heart: hurt/comfort
favorite candy: fuzzy peaches and currant winegums
dark chocolate or white chocolate? White. (but really milk chocolate.)
romance novels or thrillers? ROMANCE. Forever.
pink or red? I'm low key obsessed with how hot pink and deep red look together.
and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! I love the little community I've found here. Words don't really do justice to how I feel about how kind and welcoming people are to me here. <33333
(i used up all my tagging energy to link people's things. lolol)
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True OTP Couples Bingo
Soooo, I may have played fast and loose with the rules of bingo, to the point that this should probably not still be called bingo, but here you are: 6 of the 24 couples that I picked, and the songs that I thought fit them best as I shuffled through my music.
Faramir/Eowyn (LotR) - "evermore" by Taylor Swift
John/Margaret (North & South) - "All This Time" by Sarah Sparks
Kit/Ella (Cinderella 2015) - "Don't I Know You" by Colony House
Steve/Peggy (MCU) - "When I Fall in Love" by Nat King Cole
Parker/Hardison (Leverage) - "Shut Up and Dance" by WALK THE MOON
Jyn/Cassian (Rogue One) - "If the World Falls to Pieces" by Young Summer
Part 1 of 4 of Musical Bingo from this playlist.
#faramir x eowyn#john and margaret#kitella#steggy#harker#parker x hardison#rebelcaptain#lord of the rings#lotr#north & south bbc#north and south#north & south#cinderella 2015#leverage#rogue one#star wars#otp#editsbymellpen#songs#musical bingo
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Hazy Shades of Winter
Happy 2023, tumblrs! Or as I like to say, “Welcome to 2020-3,” which means Year 3 of the Year 2020. The FIRST DAY of the NEW YEAR, I tested positive for Covid. For the second time within a year. I’m grateful both cases have been relatively mild, and I remain (somewhat) functional.
My first fic for 2020-3 is a collection of drabbles comprised of the many Winter OTP asks sent to me by the lovely @neotericthemis. I could’ve made it easy on myself and simply answered Person A/Person B, but I’m extra and frankly, I wondered if I could make coherent, cohesive stories from the asks … and here we are.
Not beta’d, and it’s mostly written, proofed and edited by Covid. You’ve been warned. MS Editor rates this story 99% error-free. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.
I hope all who read this enjoy it. THANK YOU to those who comment, like, and/or reblog; it is appreciated more than you will ever know.
Pairings in this story (these stories): Liam x Riley; Liam x Maxwell
Rating is M for Mature (it’s me, and better to err on the side of caution)
All characters (except Fric and Frac) belong to Pixelberry
Song Inspo: Silent Night, DRM
Word Count:4,779
Discontent Liam x Riley
Who wants to cosy up to the fire?
Who wants a kiss under the mistletoe?
Who is bad at ice skating and keeps falling on their butt?
The doors to the monarchs’ private suite quietly shut behind the King as he entered the darkened quarters. A fire burned in the hearth, embers popping and hissing as the blaze consumed the logs. The heat warded off the chill from the snow and ice outside.
It was a centuries-old palace; windows were drafty despite upgrades to the heating units.
His eyes adjusted to the dimness, and his gaze found Mara dozing fitfully in a wingback armchair. As he silently padded across the carpet, he saw his wife’s prone form on the settee in his peripheral vision.
Her white satin sleeping gown was yellowed by the firelight; a blanket was bunched at her feet. Her soft snores reminded him of a kitten purring.
Mara started at feeling the gentle shove upon her shoulder; her eyes blinked open, and she looked sheepishly at her employer. Liam reassured her with a small smile.
“You’re fine,” he whispered. He tilted his head in his wife’s direction. “Did Riley eat tonight?”
The sentry nodded affirmatively. When she spoke, her tone was hushed. “Pasta. She made sure a plate was put aside for you. It’s in the refrigerator.”
“What did she … drink?” His voice tripped over the last word.
“Wine. Just one bottle tonight.”
Liam nodded slowly, staring at a sleeping Riley before speaking. “You go get some sleep, Mara. I’m here now.”
Mara stiffly rose from her seat. “I’ll put the alarm on my way out.”
“Thank you,” the King replied as he made his way to the sofa, removing shoes and jacket along the way.
He paused to pull the throw up over Riley’s body before settling into a corner of the divan, gently lifting his Queen’s head so it now rested in his lap. January moonlight eked through partially closed curtains as his gaze trained on the fire.
There was a time when Riley would be the first one awake, dressed, and ready to indulge in outdoor winter sports, particularly ice skating despite the fact she was terrible at it. She would hit Liam over his head with pillows until he grudgingly woke up and joined her and their friends at the pond on the North Lawn.
Her eyes would widen with fright as she wobbled and stumbled onto the ice; they would fill with rueful acceptance and laughter when she inevitably fell. But they would close in blessed relief when Liam’s strong arms wrapped around her, steadying her balance as he guided them around the lake.
Now, she fretted that all the falls contributed to her infertility, despite assurances from doctors and her husband that it wasn’t true.
Christmas was their favorite holiday. Riley liked to say winter was a time of rest and rejuvenation; that the world slowed down and people were kinder, gentler when the nights were the longest. Of all her duties as Queen, her favorite project was the annual holiday decorating of the Grand Foyers at both the Palace and Valtoria. She hung mistletoe beneath every doorway, and over their bed as not-so-subtle hints to her husband to kiss her.
As if he needed reminders.
On Christmas Eve, she would enter their bedchambers naked and covered in faux mistletoe; the sun would be rising before Liam removed all the green leaves from her body.
His fingers idly combed through her hair as he recalled that his Queen had not hung one mistletoe over the holiday season. Liam could not remember the last time he and his wife had touched each other intimately.
God, he missed her.
He sighed as his gaze shifted from the fire to Riley’s profile. She looked … peaceful in repose. There was no worry, no stress, no tension in sleep. He removed his fingers from her hair, pressed a kiss to the index and middle fingers, and lay the digits against her cheek.
At least she still enjoyed sitting by a fire. They could continue to share that, at least.
“Liam?” Riley stirred slightly.
“I’m here, love,” he answered quietly.
He expected her to leave; rise up, grab a bottle of gin, and sweep into her chambers in an effort to avoid the fact she had a husband, that they had a marriage.
But she didn’t.
“The fire’s lovely, isn’t it?” she murmured sleepily as she continued to lay her head in his lap.
“It is. Do you need another blanket?” he asked, the back of his fingers idly stroking her cheek.
She shook her head slightly. “No.”
“Do you wish to retire to your quarters?”
A pause. “Can we just stay here?”
Liam released a silent sigh of relief. “Of course, love.”
Object of Affection Liam x Riley (Mermaids)
Who still believes in Santa?
Who is the best gift giver?
Who wants to go caroling?
“Lady Riley, why aren’t you ready?” Liam demanded indignantly.
He stood in her common area, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. His hands were on his hips, and a frown downturned his lips.
“Ready for what? And why are you dressed that way?” Riley questioned as she rummaged in her refrigerator. She let out a triumphant cry as she pulled out a carton of Lythikos nog.
“Caroling! Every year, the reigning monarch, along with their family and closest friends, go caroling the week before Christmas along the Stormholt Historic District. I put it on your calendar!”
Riley drank her nog directly from the carton, wiping away the left-behind creamy mustache from her upper lip with the back of her hand. Her eyes went between Liam and looking down at her outfit: blue yoga pants, a sleeveless white tee shirt that read: Peace. Love. Bubblegum.; fuzzy pink slipper socks were on her feet. Her hair was a frizzy afro.
“I never got the calendar invite. You can check for yourself,” she shrugged.
Liam began to pace the rooms, clearly agitated. “This is TRADITION, and you are treating it so … so nonchalantly! As Queen, you will be expected to …”
“You forget, me marrying you was MY idea! NOT yours. I realize the expectations. I am telling you, I received nada from you or your people,” Riley retorted as she disappeared into her bedroom.
“Where are you going now?” Liam demanded angrily.
“To get ready!” Riley snapped.
Liam tossed his hat onto a nearby chair before picking up his betrothed’s phone. “May I check your calendar?” he called out.
“I don’t care,” Riley replied before the sound of the shower turning on filled the space.
Liam’s brow furrowed as he pulled up Riley’s outlook. Obviously, she stayed logged in as it opened immediately. His eyes quickly scanned the list of correspondence: Regina, Madeleine, himself, her assistant. He tapped the calendar icon; December 18 was empty.
The frown between his brows deepened. Liam had personally sent the invitation on December 1; he hadn’t had time to follow-up with Riley on her confirmation. End-of-year was a busy time for governance, and he had been busy meeting with duchy leaders regarding finances, trade agreements, and a military alliance amongst many pressing issues.
Did he somehow overlook her invitation?
“Do I need to carry a candle and a book, like Charles Dickens?” Riley’s question interrupted his wonderings.
He looked up, and his eyes widened in wonder and delight. His fiancée stood before him in a high-necked, green velvet maxi dress adorned with white sequined snowflakes. Her hair was an upsweep of glossy brown curls. Sensibly heeled dark brown boots adorned her feet and disappeared beneath the skirt of her frock.
“You look utterly gorgeous,” Liam praised as he bowed to kiss the back of her hand.
“Thank you,” Riley blushed.
“Is the car waiting downstairs?” Riley asked as Liam helped wrap a white, woolen cloak about her body.
“We’ll be arriving by horse-drawn carriage,” Liam corrected.
“You know what would be a better tradition? A live Christmas Eve concert at Bossina Cathedral broadcast to all Cordonia so no citizen is or feels left out.”
Liam paused to stare thoughtfully at Riley. “That is definitely something to consider.”
“I’m on the Holiday Planning Committee. I’ll bring it up at the next meeting.”
In the carriage, the couple made small talk.
“What were your plans this evening if not for caroling?” Liam inquired as he held Riley’s gloved hand in his.
“Hanging Christmas lights inside my rooms. Santa has to know where to find me now since I didn’t leave a forwarding address.”
“I believe Santa knows where to find all the good boys and girls.”
“And we’re back to: I need him to know where to find me!” Riley chuckled.
“I’m happy to help you with the Christmas lights if you’d like,” Liam offered, his eyes glued on her profile.
Riley looked at him skeptically. “My people will call your people.”
They settled into comfortable silence, relishing in the scenery and each other’s company. Liam’s thoughts were focused on his Christmas present to Riley.
Her engagement ring. Her new one. One given out of want and respect, not duty and obligation.
The carriage slowed as they reached their destination, Stormholt Square.
“Will there be bathroom breaks?”
“Shopkeepers provide us with refreshments such as hot cider, hot cocoa, fudge, treats. We are also welcome to utilize their facilities.”
“Thank God,” Riley muttered as she prepared to open her door.
Before she could pull the handle, the door was swung open; before her was the Duchess of Lythikos, her red hair hidden beneath a black Russian fur hat, and her svelte figure encased in a chic red coat. Her Grace’s expression swiftly changed from delight to one of bewildered confusion; Riley saw thinly veiled consternation creep into Olivia’s green eyes.
And in that moment, Riley knew exactly what had happened to her calendar invite.
SGL x Riley B. (DC AU)
Who makes the other hot chocolate?
Who listens to Christmas music way too early?
Who puts up the Christmas lights?
“Voila! Chocolate chip Belgian waffles and caramel hot chocolate!” Liam announced with a wink as he placed a plate and mug before Riley.
Riley’s brown eyes rolled as she took in Liam wearing a snowman onesie, complete with a jaunty red scarf around his neck and a black top hat on the hood, but grew appreciative when she saw the food.
“Why are we dressed this way for breakfast?” she questioned as she pushed the sleeves of her Grinch onesie further up her arms. Riley was messy with syrup, and she liked her waffles with lots of butter and syrup.
“Tis the SEASON!” Liam explained as if it were obvious, before blowing on his cup of cocoa.
Riley looked around as she chewed her waffle; it was delicious. Liam had made them with buttermilk and vanilla.
The sounds of Ella Fitzgerald singing Christmas carols filled the apartment. A six-foot-tall tree stood in a corner of the dining area, decorated with garland, balls, and various ornaments collected over the years. Every window in Liam’s apartment was framed with twinkling Christmas lights. An inflatable reindeer stood watch on the fire escape.
“Liam, you’ve done a great job decorating, but don’t you think it’s a little … much?” she asked.
Liam looked at Riley as if she had slapped him. “THAT right there is why you’re the Grinch, Riley B.! I never figured you to be a Scrooge!”
“And I never thought you were a psycho!”
“I like Christmas, okay?”
“IT’S VETERAN’S DAY! I get it … Christmas is special, for good reason. But celebrating early detracts from the holidays that precede it and makes Christmas less special when it arrives!”
Liam shoved a forkful of waffles into his mouth. “What’s wrong with invoking the spirit that Christmas brings a little earlier? People are kinder, more generous, and just BETTER human beings at Christmas!”
“Then become a Catholic and celebrate December 25 through January 6!”
Riley held out her empty plate. “More, please.”
Liam’s eyes widened in an almost comical manner. “You just called me a psycho and told me to join an organized religion simply because I LIKE CHRISTMAS!” He shook his head resolutely. “No more waffles for YOU!”
Riley set her empty plate down slowly. “I … I didn’t say THAT!”
“But you did!” Liam argued.
“Not LIKE THAT!” Riley protested.
“YES, like that! Those words were said with intent, Riley B. Whether it was specific or general can be debated. But you spoke them with a clear intent.”
He sliced more waffle, then glanced over at her mug. “Drink your cocoa before it gets cold.”
He watched Riley lift her cup before resuming the conversation.
“My wishing to celebrate Christmas earlier is no different than a person celebrating their birthday the entire birth month. Does that somehow lessen the significance of the actual birth date?”
Riley shook her head. “It isn’t the same!”
“Why isn’t it? Tell me HOW, using your own argument, that the person celebrating their birthday all month doesn’t detract from another’s actual birthday in the same month?”
“YOU are celebrating Christmas SIX WEEKS early! You aren’t even in the birthday month!”
Liam smirked. “Christmas is a SEASON, in addition to a day. Can you tell me when the season starts?”
Riley was nonplussed. She bit her lip as she thought.
“Christmas SEASON officially begins the day after Thanksgiving and ends January 2; therefore, I’m only two weeks early, not six. Even with that, I’m still a week behind the big-box retailers.”
“Did you … did you just go Lawyer Liam on me to defend decorating early for Christmas?” Riley asked as she sipped more hot chocolate. “While dressed as a snowman?”
Liam slid from his stool to turn the waffle maker on. He tossed the red scarf over his shoulder before looking back at Riley and giving her a big wink.
“Yup!”
UnRomance Liam x Riley (The 9 ½ Weeks AU)
Who is excited for trimming the Christmas Tree?
Who wraps the presents?
Who wants to build a snowman?
I stand naked before the plate glass window wall in my dining room, watching snow fall into the East River.
“Liam, wake up!” my mother excitedly shakes me awake.
I rub my eyes and scrunch my nose, trying to wake up. It’s Christmas morning, which normally means I would already be awake, but I had stayed up late wrapping mom’s presents.
“It’s snowing! On Christmas Day!” she exclaims in a hushed whisper.
My eyes fly open; my bare feet thump heavily across the wooden floor as I race to the window. My nose presses against cold glass as I watch thick, white flakes fall to join the inches already accumulated on the ground. Our neighborhood is a quiet sea of untouched white crystals.
I turn to look at her, happiness and excitement both in my face and voice. “Mama, can we go out in it?”
She giggles as she rakes her fingers through my sleep-tousled hair. “Of course! Why do you think I woke you up?”
“YAY!” I jump up and down. “We’ll build a snowman?”
She nods in agreement. “Get showered and dressed. Breakfast soon.”
I sip cautiously at the hot black coffee in my mug as I turn from the window and walk through the living room. There is a short Christmas tree standing in one of the corners, no more than four feet tall. Riley put it there. I don’t celebrate the holidays.
“There will be NO TREE, Riley! I have told you REPEATEDLY I DO.NOT.CELEBRATE. ANY. HOLIDAY! You are free to go home to decorate and celebrate as you see fit!”
“You put up that ceramic tabletop tree! A TREE IS A TREE!”
“You need to go home,” I respond quietly. “You have no idea how to respect wishes or boundaries.”
Fear leaps in her eyes at being told to go home. “It’s just a tree. I’ll make sure it’s a small one. PLEASE??”
“I will have nothing to do with it OR this Christmas bullshit you INSIST on bringing to MY house!
She nods sadly. “It’s just a tree,” she whispers.
It’s an artificial one, pre-lit. Lights of red, green, and white twinkle against silver tinsel and golden-colored balls. There are three gifts beneath it: two are in gift bags. They are to me from Riley.
The third is wrapped in comic paper. It’s my mother’s favorite perfume. I bought it for her every year when she was alive. I have brought it for her every year since.
I climb the stairs that lead to the upper floor; I enter the dark, quiet study and sit behind my desk, contemplating what I’m about to do. I don’t turn on the computer or the television. Instead, I place my mug on the desk and rise, making my way towards the closet.
I thrust my arm inside to pull out a shopping bag; it’s filled with wrapping paper and Riley’s gifts. They’re not Christmas gifts; I don’t celebrate the holiday. She’ll merely receive them on Christmas Day.
I carry it all to the desk and begin neatly cover the purchases with silver wrapping, carefully cutting paper, and folding and tucking in corners. The sky lightens as I work; the snow continues to fall. I place the boxes into the bag and return to the closet.
I rummage on the upper shelf, my hand finding what I seek: a newspaper-wrapped ceramic angel holding a sparkly star. I place her atop the gifts and carry bag and mug back downstairs with me. The bag goes beneath the tree, and I carefully unwrap and place my mother’s angel atop it.
I walk into the kitchen, pour the dregs of my coffee down the drain, and check the refrigerator for breakfast ingredients. I slowly head for my bedroom, enjoying the dimness and silence. When I enter, I see a robed Riley clutching a panel of blackout curtain in one hand, her face so close to the glass I’d wager her nose is pressed against it. She turns when she hears me, her face alight with a joyous smile.
“Liam! It’s snowing! On Christmas Day!” she gushes happily.
I stare at her, wanting to tell her to stop being such a child, and to get back in bed.
But I don’t.
She doesn’t know that there is a present for her beneath the Christmas tree. She doesn’t know that I am preparing one of her favorite breakfasts this morning: French crepes, bacon, and matcha latte.
All she knows is that it’s snowing on Christmas morning, and that she’s with me.
I allow her to be happy and enjoy this moment.
I see myself in her.
“Breakfast soon,” I promise as I climb beneath the covers, turning my back to her and the window.
Riam
Who puts up the Christmas lights?
Who hits up Black Friday sales?
Who starts a snowball fight?
“Get back here, you little heathen!” Riley ordered, just before tripping over one of her sons’ toys and faceplanting into the plush carpeting of the boys’ nursery.
Her firstborn, Frac, stopped running when he heard her fall; he stopped and turned, then burst into laughter at seeing his mother felled like a tree.
He pointed a chubby finger at Riley, chanting, “Heevin”.
His mother closed her eyes and slowly counted to 10. It was too early for the emotional damage being inflicted upon her by the tiny humans she helped create.
“You cannot say ‘heathen’ around dada, do you understand?”
“Dada heevin! Dada heevin!” Frac laughed.
Fric, his identical twin and the youngest by three minutes, toddled around Riley and was repeatedly poking his finger into one of her butt cheeks, prominently outlined through her flannel nightgown due to a gigantic wedgie.
“Mama butt!”
“Oh, dear LORD! Stop touching it, little boy!” Riley huffed as she gently smacked Fric’s hand off her.
Frac hurriedly joined his brother, and the boys clambered onto Riley’s back, knocking her back to the floor before she could fully stand; the pair rocked back and forth and bounced up and down on their mother, tiny fingers gripping her gown while shrieking with laughter as they alternated between saying, “Horthee” and “Heevin butt.”
A brisk knock on the door preceded a freshly dressed Liam’s entry; his greeting died on his lips as he took in the scene before him:
His wife face down on the floor, flailing her legs and pounding her fists against the floor, yelling, “STOP THAT!”; a section of her nightgown was bunched between her butt cheeks.
His sons, naked except for diapers, using Riley for horseback rides, while yelling something that sounded suspiciously like horse’s heathen butt.
“Francis! Jonathan!” Liam addressed his sons by their Christian names in a firm tone as he strode towards his family.
The boys abruptly halted their movements, turning their heads almost guiltily. Bright, guileless smiles wreathed their faces when they saw their father.
“DADA!” They scrambled off their mother and ran to Liam.
The King squatted so he was eye-level with his sons. “What were you doing to your mother?” he demanded.
“Mama heevin,” Frac stated as if that explained everything.
“They tried to KILL ME, Liam.” Riley moaned dramatically as she rolled over onto her back. “They are implementing their plan of world domination, and I’m the test subject!”
Liam wagged an index finger before the twins’ faces. “Your mother is NOT a heathen, and we will continue this discussion,” he promised.
The twins looked at each other with startled eyes. “Oh, oh!” they said in unison before scampering off to their bedroom.
Liam chuckled as he stretched out beside his wife. “What did we do before those two came along?”
“Have peace, quiet, allll the food, and not live in fear for our lives.” Riley threw her forearm across her brow.
Liam turned his head so his eyes could take in Riley’s profile. “Do you want to try for another one?”
Riley turned her head, meeting his gaze. “Yes,” she answered softly.
Their hands reached for the other’s, and they lay in relative quiet for a few moments.
“We need to head to Valtoria before the storm comes,” Liam stated.
The royal family would be spending the Christmas/New Year holiday season at the Queen’s duchy as they did every year. This winter season, Valtoria was experiencing significant snowfall and with more accumulation expected all week, it appeared there would be a white Christmas.
“Gladys informed me yesterday that all the orphanages received their packages from “Santa”, so that’s good. And multiple deliveries were made to the Great House from online shippers, so guessing my Black Friday purchases arrived as well.”
“You weren’t the only one to take advantage of lower prices and free shipping, love,” Liam reminded her.
“Did you use my Prime account?” Riley demanded.
“Did you use my credit card?” her husband countered.
Silence. “Maybe.”
Liam laughed quietly as he moved closer to Riley. “Then we’re even.”
“We need to leave within the next hour if we’re going to arrive before more precipitation. Maybe we can take the boys out in the snow before it gets too heavy.”
“Judging by what I walked in on, it’s going to take you that long to get them clothed.”
“You dress them, I’ll order breakfast to go and get ready. Make sure to put them in their reindeer snowsuits.”
Liam’s brow knit. “Love, where did our children learn words like heathen and butt?”
Riley shook her head. “No idea. Maybe those Mickey Mouse cartoons they watch.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed. “I think you do know.”
“You can’t prove that!”
“But I can settle it. Snowball fight in Valtoria.”
“Heathens versus Butts? You’re on!” Riley accepted the challenge as Liam helped her from the floor. “Just so you know, I’m the heathen.”
Liam eyed her posterior admiringly as she made her way to the door. “It’s looking like a butt from here.”
The Queen stuck out her tongue before disappearing through the doorway.
Writer’s Choice (Laxwell)
Who wants to see the Christmas parade?
Who throws the Christmas party?
Who makes homemade gifts?
“This is going to be the BEST Christmas EVER!” Maxwell announced delightedly as he tucked into his lunch.
The Duke of Valtoria, Liam Rys, stared dubiously across the table at his lover before reaching for dressing to pour over his salad. “It’s going to be such a whirlwind! I much prefer a slower-paced, quieter holiday.”
“New Year’s will be quiet. Just us,” Maxwell promised.
“Thank goodness. I don’t want any wild parties, Max!”
“We got the Beaumont Bash, Holiday Edition scheduled on the 23rd. No one will have recuperated enough for another one so soon.”
“Then on Christmas Day, I’m Grand Marshal of the Valtorian Christmas Parade,” Liam added.
“I’ll be front row, and I’ll walk the entire parade route with you. You won’t be alone.”
Liam chuckled as he sliced into his grilled chicken. “With rumors of the entire duchy attending, I would hope not!”
“Your constituents love you.”
Liam shook his head. “They didn’t when I raised the tax rate.”
“Sales tax! By only 3%, and it’s still the lowest in all of Cordonia. Besides, if they don’t, I do,” Maxwell looked up from his plate to bat his eyes at Liam.
“And I love you more,” Liam smiled fondly at the young Lord.
“Y’know, I was thinking … since Christmas Day is going to be jam-packed with the Parade and family dinners, maybe we could exchange gifts Christmas Eve,” Maxwell suggested as he ladled gravy onto his mashed potatoes.
Liam’s eyes widened appreciatively over the rim of his wineglass. “Excellent idea, love!”
“I can’t wait for you to see your present!”
Liam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Is it a peacock?”
Maxwell raised an eyebrow, his expression giving away nothing. “I’m not telling.”
“Max, if you got me a PEACOCK … you KNOW I’m allergic!”
“Is that what you’re calling being a scaredy-cat nowadays?” Maxwell teased.
Liam bunched up his cloth napkin and lobbed it at his boyfriend. It harmlessly bounced off Maxwell’s hair and onto the carpet. “No peacocks!” Liam warned.
Maxwell grinned to himself. He most definitely had not gotten Liam a peacock, but there was a puppy. A Corgi, rescued from the local animal shelter. That was gift number one.
Gift number two spoke to Liam’s sentiment; it was a pinboard, handcrafted by Maxwell himself. With the help of the Great House’s staff.
It was made of cork, wood that had been painted in Cordonian blue, and macrame rope. Maxwell put a lot of thought into what would go onto the board: peacock feathers; a photo of Queen Eleanor and baby Liam; the ticket stubs from their first U2 concert; a copy of his letter to Liam on their second anniversary; glitter; a picture of Liam the day of his coronation as Duke of Valtoria, wearing his coronet and carrying a shield decorated with the Valtorian coat of arms; a stock photo of two clinking beer bottles, and a photo of their mothers at a tea party, grinning conspiratorially at each other over tea cups.
He hoped Liam liked it.
Liam, across the table, was finishing his meal debating if he should get a refund on Maxwell’s gift. The second-born to the throne was now absolutely convinced that he was getting a peacock for Christmas.
His gift to Maxwell was a two-week trip to France next summer. They would be attending the Peacock Society’s annual electronic dance music festival in Paris. Max would be upset that the Peacock Society had nothing to do with actual peafowl, but in-person attendance at an actual festival would make up for that.
After the three-day festival, the pair would be off to hike the Pyrenees Mountains.
The trip they never got to take.
“WHAT?” Maxwell exclaimed as he reached for more chicken and potatoes. “I feel you watching me!”
“Good! Because I am going to KEEP watching you, every day until Christmas Eve.”
“Well, let me make it worth your while, …” Maxwell pulled his sweater over his head, exposing his muscled bare chest, hippo tattoo, and rippled abs.
He winked at Liam before eating a forkful of chicken and salad.
The Duke audibly gulped before licking his suddenly dry lips. “Please, continue,” he urged.
“If I do that, I’m giving you your present early,” Maxwell protested with a sly grin.
Liam had risen from his seat and was pulling Maxwell from his. “I’ll still want it on Christmas Eve.”
“But the surprise!” Maxwell mock protested as he willingly let Liam lead him towards their bedroom.
“You’ll think of something between now and then.”
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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.
Current Word Count: 2,470 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾♀️)
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Chapter 1.) The Next Chapter.
Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute.
That hook was on repeat in Marquise’s mind as he got ready to start his day. They reminded him of Shanelle. Almost everything reminds him of her. Of their love and their journey through life together as husband and wife, King and Queen, and Mom and Dad.
The last seven years have had their ups, downs, highs, lows, trials and tribulations. But through it all, they have survived and persevered. Through it all, they have always made sure to show each other love, support, and encouragement.
In the wee hours of the morning, Marquise was up getting ready for his morning run.
5:30 am.
That’s the time the alarm on Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, he sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he was out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen.
Shanelle is everything that he could have ever hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for in a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he continuously thanks God for.
He stood up as he watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face.
“Good morning my love. I'll see you after I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall.
Being a reigning Monarch is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations, pressures, and standards. Marquise and Shanelle have an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day they both bear the weight of it all.
He walks until he comes to a door with a bright pink K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And right next door is the nursery where his boys are sleeping soundly.
The whole world changed the day Kylo Jeremiah and Zyon Shomari were born. Marquise’s perfect family of 3 turned into a perfect family of 5. And he couldn't be happier. His boys have given him a new focus and purpose.
Just outside the bedroom doors is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. Marquise ran a hand over the frame as he gazed at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes.
“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame.
After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. Ozzie and Belle slept diligently at the end of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie.
“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion.
Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side.
“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go.”
Marquise then quietly opened the nursery door to check on his two littlest heartbeats. Ozzie’s two pups Lucky and Lady slept under each crib. As he looked at his sleeping Princes his heart did backflips. They were the most precious thing in the world to him. He ran a thumb over Kylo’s cheek the same way he did the first time he held him. It brought a tear to his eye. He still couldn't believe his sons are here and that they're real.
He checked on Zyon the same way before exiting the nursery.
He and Ozzie head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace. When they got to the gate, Marquise put his AirPods in and took off with Ozzie for an early 10-mile morning run.
As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. Dueling with and eventually beating Drakovia in acquiring the kingdom of Gemmora. Reassigning and rezoning the newly acquired lands. As well as dealing with a small group of griping nobles. On top of everything else that comes with being a King of an entire kingdom.
And lately, he's begun to slowly and somewhat understand why his father ruled the way he did.
While they never got along while the elder Rys was alive, Marquise could understand why Constantine was so paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. Constantine let his grief, anger, bitterness, and paranoia transform him into someone who cared for nothing but himself.
And the kingdom suffered. The people were ready to revolt for the first time in nearly three centuries. And as a King himself, Marquise understands some of why Connie acted the way he did as King. But he refuses to rule Cordonia that way.
7:15 am.
Marquise and Ozzie soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace. Marquise stopped just to marvel at the sight before heading back inside.
After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood back quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly.
He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers.
“Now now! It's time to wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.
She groaned into her pillow.
“It's time to get up.”
“I don't want to be an adult today!”
“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”
“I don't want to do that either!” she pouted.
“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle.
“Noooooooo…” she whined.
He shook his head at her.
“Have it your way…”
He stood up, grabbed the covers, and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.
“Just the way I like to see you.”
She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him.
“Jackass!” she sneered.
“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”
She let out a frustrated sigh.
“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms.
He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms.
“Ewwww! Get off of me!”
“What?”
“You're all sweaty.”
“I mean I just came back from my morning run,” he said with a shrug.
“Which means you haven't been in the shower! Yuck!”
He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.
“Gross!”
“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.
“Let me go!”
He buries his face into the crook of her neck.
“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”
He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch.
“Marquise!” she pouted.
He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass.
“Let me go!”
“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear.
She continued to squirm in his arms. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.
“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkins wake up! Now!”
“Spoilsport…” he mutters.
“Oh shut the hell up!”
“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”
Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp.
“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”
“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”
She stalked off into the bathroom without another word. After taking a long hot, satisfying shower together, the Royal Couple were brushing their teeth when the King was feeling playful. He kept looking at his wife, who was giving him a side-eye.
“What?” she asked with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
That's when he splashed her with water.
“What the hell?!”
“A marked improvement if I do say so myself.”
That's when she hit him in the arm.
“Did you just hit me?”
“You just threw water at me. What do you think?”
“That is a declaration of war!”
“So be it!”
With a smirk, he lunged at her with her barely getting out of the way. The two spent several minutes giggling with her dodging him. He finally caught her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders.
“Put me down!”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
“Marquise you put me down this instant!”
“Did you ask nicely?”
She started flailing over his shoulder.
“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!”
Try as she might, Shanelle couldn't get free.
“You know, your hair is still wet, how about a little spin dry?”
“MARQUISE DON’T YOU DARE!”
“And away we go!”
With that, he spun around with her over his shoulders. When he stopped both were breathless and laughing.
“You are such an asshole!” she said while laughing and trying to catch her breath.
“Made you laugh.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile.
“I hate you sometimes.”
“I love you too.”
He held her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I gotta get ready and so do you.”
“Okay. May I escort you to your closet milady?” he asked, holding a hand out to her.
“I'd be honored, milord,” she replies.
They walked to her closet hand in hand. After getting ready first, His Majesty went to get their children ready but was beaten to the punch. Margo had already gotten Khari dressed.
“Good morning my King,” she said as she greeted him.
“Good morning Mom. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home resting from your latest round of treatments.”
Margo waved him off.
“I'm fine son. Besides, I am my grandchildren's attendant. It's my job to get them ready in the morning.
“Grammy helped me pick out my outfit for school today. See?” Khari said with a twirl.
“I see my love. You look beautiful.” Marquise says to his daughter before turning his attention back to his adopted mother, “You really should be resting Mom. Doctor's orders.”
“And again my son, I am fine.”
“You're walking with a cane. You’re not fine.”
Margo gave him a look he's become all too familiar with.
“Okay fine. But if your oldest son starts complaining about you still working again I'm not getting involved.”
Margo smiled warmly.
“Duly noted my love.”
“Now if you two lovely ladies will excuse me. I have two twins to get dressed.”
With a sweet kiss to both Margo and Khari, Marquise walked out of his daughter's room and into the nursery. His two little boys were already awake and playing with their toys.
“Good morning my little loves. Let's get you two ready for the day,” he said to them.
He individually got the boys ready. Taking time to talk to and sing to them. With them trying to clap and sing with him. After getting the boys ready and meeting Shanelle in the hallway, it was time for breakfast them to see Khari off to school.
“Bye Mommy!” Khari said as she hugged her mother.
“Bye, baby girl. Have a good day at school.”
“Bye Daddy! I love you!” she said to her Daddy.
“I love you too, my love. I'll see you later.”
Khari even said goodbye to her brothers.
“Bye, boys! I'll see you later!” she said as she waved at the twins who waved back as best they could.
“Are you ready my darling?” Margo asked Khari.
“Yup. I'm ready.”
“Come along now. Let's get you off to school.”
With that, Khari was out the door and on her way to school.
“And now my day starts,” Marquise says to his wife.
“Okay. I'll take these two mini ones and we’ll see you at lunch a little later.
“I'll see you all later.”
With a sweet kiss to his wife, Marquise was off to start his day as King. This became the new normal for the Royal Couple. On top of ruling a kingdom, they have children to raise. He rules the kingdom. She runs the family. Together they balance each other out. They love, support, and encourage each other.
As he walked to his office, Marquise found himself humming the hook that has been playing in his head all day.
“Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute.”
Their journey like everything else in their life continues.
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I am always obligated to request Ranna facts for the character ask. Also Char or Cobalt as a bonus second one, dealers choice.
Ooh, thankee!
Favorite thing about them: The way that Ranna speaks was designed for every ounce of my theater tendencies, and I love it. Yes, queen, throw in an extended metaphor and an insulting euphemism. Make that sentence five times longer than it needs to be.
Least favorite thing about them: ... Having to improvise those theatrical lines as the DM.
Favorite line: All the insults. But really, the answer is something she said as the party was ramping up to go north and defeat the prince of frost. Forgive my terrible memory, it was improv multiple years ago, but it was something like, "If you are bound to face this evil, then what meager help a poet can offer, you will have. Friends and heroes, I travel with you."
Brotp: I enjoyed the rivalry between Ranna and Oliver. They bickered, they didn't respect each other, but nonetheless they had a kind of professional understanding and party loyalty. Sibling behavior.
Otp: Against all campaign and player designs, OriRanna bloomed wild in our hearts~. Oh for a burdened, genuinely good hero and the scribe who knows how the story must end but will not leave her side. I'll never be over it.
Notp: We haven't run into any. Probably Ranna/the nice young man her parents hoped she would marry.
Random headcanon: Ranna's singing voice is no good! Shocking for a bard but true; it's why she sticks to instruments and poetry. She can carry a tune, and her technique is simple but sound. But her tone is dark and brassy. She's just never going to sing prettily.
Unpopular opinion: What's to be unpopular about?
Song I associate with them: I have a whole playlist!
Favorite picture of them: [chinhands] The first portrait you did, before we knew the otp ride we were in for.
Hmmmmmmmm I miss my terrible girl.
Favorite thing about them: Char's flexibility makes her really fun to play in Situations. She's far more practical than proud. If her plan is shit, then she'll ditch it. If she needs to do something tedious or unimpressive, fine, that's her job now. She doesn't need to come out of it looking cool as long as she comes out of it.
Least favorite thing about them: I do not know how to get this woman a happy, conclusive ending.
Favorite line: I am a little stuck on the wack laugh I produced when Ledo asked, "Char... did you kill someone?"
Brotp: The great part about this party is the amount of potential in this sphere. Char already likes these losers all right. But will she form that unbreakable bond with anyone? More news in 2024!
Otp: We wait in hope. Something might come up!
Notp: None as of now.
Random headcanon: How about a random fact? If the party had left the Fenston estate with business concluded and that poor bastard had still been strung up for thieving, Char would have slit his throat on the way out.
Unpopular opinion: You guys let me know what the popular Char opinions are so that I know what to stand against. ;P
Song I associate with them: I have an even longer playlist for her....
Favorite picture of them: I treasure every Char art I get, of course. But I think at the moment, it's Bitey's young Char action shot.
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Character ask: Olaf and Kristoff (Frozen)
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Olaf
Favorite thing about them: His general lovability. I like his joy and sweetness, the way his lines blend childlike innocence with dry, deadpan humor (my Norwegian-American mom has praised how authentically Norwegian his understated line delivery feels), the comedy of the various ways his body can come apart and rearrange, and his touching love for his human "family," especially Anna.
Least favorite thing about them: Nothing about his actual character, but I think he's been slightly overused by Disney in spin-off material. But then, Disney often does this with popular sidekick characters. I'm sure that '90s adults felt the same way about Timon and Pumbaa.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I tend to be cheerful and fun-loving most of the time.
*I can be slightly naïve.
*I like warm hugs.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I don't like hot weather.
*I wasn't brought to life by magic.
*I can't rearrange my body parts.
Favorite line:
It's hard to choose because he has so many good lines, but I'll narrow it down to these:
"I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs."
"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled."
"Love is putting someone else's needs before yours."
"Some people are worth melting for."
"I just thought of one thing that's permanent. Love."
"I love happy endings. I mean, I presume we're done, or is this 'putting us in mortal danger' situation going to be a regular thing?"
brOTP: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven.
OTP: Just happiness.
nOTP: Anna or Elsa.
Random headcanon: Having been created by Elsa and Anna, he's technically their closest living relative, so until Anna and Kristoff have a child, Olaf will be the legal heir to the throne of Arendelle.
Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.
Song I associate with them: "In Summer"
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"When I Am Older" is fine too, but I like his first song better.
Favorite pictures of them:
Kristoff
Favorite thing about them: Like Olaf (though in a different way), he's a likable character in general. Strong, smart, and down-to-earth, yet quirky and funny, with a nice character arc of becoming less misanthropic and learning to love Anna, and then of course there's his steadfast, selfless devotion to her by the end of the first film and throughout the sequel.
Least favorite thing about them: His belief that all men eat their boogers. But more seriously, I do think his romance with Anna in the first film is a little underdeveloped. I'm glad the sequel reveals that they don't actually become engaged until three years later.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I have some Scandinavian DNA.
*I sometimes think animals are better than people.
*I don't care for uncomfortable formal clothes.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I'm female.
*I wasn't raised by trolls.
*I've never harvested ice.
Favorite line:
From the first film, his snarky dialogue with Anna about getting engaged to a man she just met.
From the second film, his proposal:
Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. I love you with all I am. Will you marry me?"
brOTP: Sven, Olaf, and Elsa.
OTP: Anna.
nOTP: Any member of his troll family.
Random headcanon: He's partly of Northuldra descent. This reconciles the original claims when the first film came out that he was Sámi with the sequel's introduction of Sámi-like people whom he doesn't belong to.
Unpopular opinion: I'm not sure if this is unpopular or just disagreeing with a few loud critics, but Anna's reliance on him in the first film isn't "anti-feminist." The idea that a strong heroine should be able to do everything by herself is nonsense, especially when she's a sheltered princess venturing out into a frozen wilderness and climbing a mountain for the first time.
Song I associate with them:
"Reindeers Are Better Than People"
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"Lost in the Woods"
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Favorite pictures of them:
@true--north, @the-blue-fairie, @themousefromfantasyland, @superkingofpriderock, @ariel-seagull-wings
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Daniel for the ask game? 👉👈
OOH okay!
1. Sexuality headcanon: honestly I could see him either being panromantic asexual or just gay.
2. Otp: I don't really have one? There's plenty Daniel ships I'm fond of though. I've seen Daniel x Allen, Daniel x Sixty, Daniel x Rupert, those are all cool.
3. Brotp: Daniel and North lmao
4. Notp: Daniel x Connor but only bc I hc Connor as aroace, not because I hate it
5. First headcanon that pops into my head: he and Simon knew each other before and Simon blames himself for making it to Jericho when Daniel didn't. (I also hc them as being like brothers but that's usually just in canon divergent or human AUs)
6. Favourite line from this character: uhh he's kinda deranged but I guess when he says "You lied to me, Connor" bc Connor lied to him and that's true
7. One way in which I relate to this character: I too have an all encompassing fear of my loved ones realising I'm not good enough and replacing me :D
8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I wanna like support him but he seriously was just too extreme. Killing the dad I could understand somewhat but holding Emma hostage was too far, so when he tries defending himself in that way I just roll my eyes.
9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: problematic fave💀💀
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tag 9 people you want to get to know better!
tagged by @thetardigrape
three ships:
gentlebeard
blackbonnet
stedward
yes I'm on my OTP shit rn I'm sorry there's nothing I can do about it
first ever ship:
canon, probably Inuyasha/Kagome. Noncanon probably Sesshoumaru/Kouga [don't look at me please]
last song:
literally just listened to this making another tumblr thingy what makes ed happy
last film:
the menu. it's a trip, guys.
currently reading:
The Girl With Seven Names a memoir about escaping North Korea
currently watching:
jujutsu kaisen (Neil's choice) and the 100 (bc Sarah's been harassing me to do it for literal years)
currently consuming:
water (constantly, never catch me without my water bottle)
just leaving this because it's true and it's true. I drain my 1L nalgene like. So many x per day.
currently craving:
fucking chocolate and cheeze its I ate so goddamn much m&ms last weekend and it rewired my brain
tagging: @ghostalservice @themoonslullabye @zombee @blamebrampton @falsewings @jisa-patryn @toninomontana @chaotic-neutral-knitter @theveriest or anybody else who wants to answer, ignore it if you want and sorry if you’ve been tagged more than once
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Rules: List five things you never get tired of writing; it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. Then tag five people!
Tagged by @winterlovesong1 , thank you dear 💜
1) Angst and Hurt/Comfort: as evidenced by my body of work - a good 75% of my fics, I’d say - I love nothing more than to explore the angst and give my babies the emotional comfort they deserve and of which the original content often deprives them of, or doesn’t do justice to their pain/trauma. I’m not a glutton for pain for the sake of pain alone, I love writing angst and comfort as balancing each other out.
2) Pregnancy and Kid Fics: I mean, I wrote a 290k fic about a one-nigt stand turning into a surprise pregnancy and a love story for the ages, so...really, who’s surprised here? 😹 honestly, just pry this out of my cold, dead hands. I just love writing seasons of change, and pregnancy is just such a delicate, terrifying, beautiful moment to write about in a relationship. I don’t necessarily see all my ships with kids, but when I do - oh God, when I do, I need to give it to them. And I love the rawness and the vulnerability that goes with knowing the world is a broken bone but still wanting to bring joy and sense to it. (Also: bonus point for the sexiness of attractive people interacting with children, makes them extra hot. 😹)
3) Modern AU/Setting: okay, sure, your world is on fire, it’s war, your husband is being accused of murder, yeah, yeah, I get it, but picture this: what if I wrote you in a modern setting where everybody lives and you’re a Christmas enthusiast or planning your beloved cousin’s wedding? Yeah, what if? God, I love modern AUs. College AU, coffee shop AU, tattoo artist/flower shop AU, gotta catch them all.
4) Pretend Relationship: fake dating but #oops I love you for real, with a big slice of mutual pining on the side, please. This might be my favorite trope ever. Nothing gets me going more than hey, come here, my boyfriend just dumped me and I can’t go home for Christmas without a man or else my mom will nag me for it, please be my boyfriend??? and omg it’s the best friend who’s been in love with her forever and who never dared say a thing??? and she slowly realizes she loves him too, always has, always will??? KICKING MY LEGS CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP, I just love fake dating so much. Or fake married too, obvs.
5) Metaphors and parallels: it’s not me if there’s no true north/anchor/steadiness/hands/flowers metaphor at some point. This is who I am. And I love echoing those metaphors to show the evolution of the character’s feelings and thinking. Bonus point if it draws a parallel between my otp. Takes one to know one.
(it’s not a good Five Things if there’s no +1 at the end: bonus point for writing about loose hair falling across the face and tucking it behind the ear my beloved)
Thinking of all these things reminded me why I love writing so much, even if I don’t love fandom so much atm. It also reminded I’m behind schedule for updating #oops 😹
tagging @queenofchildren @lochrannn @gizkasparadise !
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