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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Coffee Shop Love [bella ramsey]

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

Summary: Coffee Shop Au, when Y/n and her friend get coffee and meet a cute barista Y/n suddenly becomes a regular at the coffee shop Bella works at.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: gay pining, it's only lightly edited

This is the first part, there will be a second part out soon I just wanted to post this before I forgot about it

Note- send in your requests for Bella :) and I used they/them pronouns for Bella and she/her for the reader.

link to bella ramsey masterlist

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You were not an avid coffee drinker, you hardly ever drank it. That was until Jamie, your best friend, asked you to go to a coffee shop with her on a Saturday morning. Jamie said that she planned to study, but you both knew that you would actually just gossip the entire time. Nonetheless you grabbed your laptop and texted her that you were on your way.

When you got there you saw Jamie had already sat down and ordered you both coffee. She was sitting facing the door, so when you sat down you were facing the bar. As you took a seat you looked at the decor in the coffee shop and allowed yourself to enjoy the cozy and welcoming atmosphere. The lights weren’t horrifically bright and the chairs were all mixed matched. There were also different pride flags littering the walls. You smile to yourself and take a sip of the drink Jamie had bought for you.

The two of you sat there chatting for a bit before the cute barista caught your eye, and suddenly whatever Jamie was saying was unimportant. The barista was probably around your age and had a rainbow pin on their apron alongside a name tag that you couldn’t read.

“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” Jamie asked, she was talking about something stupid the guy she liked did.

“Huh? Oh, yeah totally.” You responded, shaking your head and looking at your friend.

“You are such a liar, you were totally checking them out!” Jamie turned to look behind her to look at the barista.

Your body felt hot with embarrassment, “Was not! Turn back around you little freak.”

Jamie turned back to face you, laughing, “Whatever you tell yourself.”

You ignore her teasing and grab the drink in front of you, trying to occupy yourself in something that wasn’t the burning of your face.

A week later Jamie takes you to the coffee shop again, this time claiming she “will convert you to the coffee addiction.” But you think you know her intentions, she wouldn’t stop bothering you about the cute barista all of that week.

The morning had been slow, unlike most Saturday mornings. Bella watched as a girl walked in and sat across from her friend, they watched as the girl laughed with her friend.

“You’re staring, it’s kinda freaky.” Pedro, commented.

Bella’s face began to burn, and they hoped if Pedro noticed he wasn’t going to say anything, “Am not.”

It was a blatant lie, the scarlet coating their cheeks proves them wrong. Pedro just laughs at the teen in front of him.

“Whatever you say kid.” Pedro patted them on the back before going back to his task.

During the next month, you and Jamie became a Saturday and Sunday morning regular. Jamie would come in anywhere five to fifteen minutes before you, order two drinks and sit facing the door. Then you would come in, sometimes slightly disheveled, then you would wave to Bella as they greeted you and take your seat across from your friend.

Bella would notice that you always pulled out a laptop but you never opened it, it sat there closed as the two of you talked and laughed. Pedro would have called them a stalker for noticing the details, but Bella just claimed it was people watching, which definitely sounded less creepy in their head.

That was your routine for three weeks, until one day you came in alone. Jamie had gotten the flu, and you decided that you were going to continue your weekend routine. You packed your laptop and notebook in your bag and made your way to the coffee shop you’ve come to love.

Bella felt disappointment bloom in their chest when they realized that your friend had not come in yet this morning, and neither of you had shown up yet. Jamie always talked too long and rambled too much to be socially acceptable but Bella enjoyed those kinds of interactions. Jame had introduced herself and mentioned that she was trying to convert her friend (you) into a coffee drinker

The disappointment quickly left the moment they saw you walk through the door, you sat your bag down at a table before walking to the bar.

“Hi, what can I get started for you?” Bella asks, smiling.

Your brain shut off, you had relied on Jamie the past month to order drinks, “Oh jeez, um what would you recommend?”

They think for a moment, “My go to is an iced latte with oat milk.”

“Alright, I’ll do that.” You say, smiling.

“Perfect, can I get your name?” Bella asks, grabbing a cup to write your name on it.

“Y/n.” You reply.

“Y/n,” Bella repeats and makes sure to spell it correctly, double checking with you, “It’ll be out in a few moments.” They smile at you.

“Wait, how much is it?” You ask, confused.

“Nothing.” Bella responded, moving to make the drink.

“Nothing?” You ask appalled.

“Mhm, I recall it’s the pretty girl discount. It’s in the rule book, pretty girls can’t pay for their drinks.” They look at you as they say this, causing your face to heat up.

“What? It definitely does not.” You argue.

“Oh it definitely does, I’ve read it through twice actually. I can show you where it says it in the handbook, over lunch? At hmm three?” Bella finishes making the drink and hands it to you as they finish speaking.

“Did you just ask me out?” You ask.

“Only if the answer is yes, if not? Then no, not ever in my life.” It was their turn to blush.

The words rush out of your mouth, “The answer is definitely yes.”

Bella smiles and nods, “So lunch at three?”

“It’s a date.” You smile.

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thank you so much for reading, feedback is highly appreciated <;3

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xxpeppermintxx109 · 11 months

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queen shaera targaryen, the unlikely | GLBH AU, inspired by this edit. this one very much fits older shaera :)

there was not a soul who presumed the quiet firstborn of rhaenyra targaryen would ascend the iron throne, but the dance of dragons had burned away nearly all of house targaryen in a mere two years. with her brothers dead, and her only remaining family her stepsisters and a mere child, shaera velaryon took the name targaryen and was named queen of the seven kingdoms—a sight her half-year queen of a mother would have liked to see. and while she sat the throne in king’s landing, her husband—only in name, some would say—sat the throne in sunspear, officially welcoming dorne into the crown’s purview for the first time. at just twenty years of age, shaera targaryen, the first of her name, had done what her ancestors could not.

but throughout her reign, grief followed her. she had lost nigh her entire family in the war, save only for her stepsisters, baela and rhaena, and her brother, aegon the younger. gone was her dragon, slaughtered by her uncle’s, sunfyre, in a cannibalistic rage. gone was her lover, still chained to his saddle at the bottom of the god’s eye. gone were her brothers and mother and fathers.

similarly to aegon, she wore only black, forever in mourning. however, on the namedays of those she still had left, many claimed she wore velaryon blue and targaryen red, and sometimes a small smile could be seen slipping through her perpetual despair. when she welcomed a daughter back from sunspear a year after the war—one many thought to be a bastard for her pale hair and dark eyes that belonged to a kinslayer—it was only that girl, named visenya for a sister who never got the chance to live, who could truly rouse the queen from the storm hanging over her head. then there was a son, a boy with dark hair and even darker eyes donning the name aemon. though he was surely the son of the prince of dorne, there was little doubt he reminded the queen greatly of her lost love. and when her brother viserys was returned, many claimed to see the first true smile on shaera targaryen’s face—their embrace on the docks of blackwater bay enough to drive many to tears.

for thirty years, shaera targaryen was queen, wearing not the crown of her mother—for that had been sold in exchange for a betrayal rhaenyra would never recover from—but the crown of both a conqueror and usurper. though her reign was largely peaceful, some say the rubies of aegon’s crown were cursed, reddened by the blood spilled to form the seven kingdoms and break them apart as well.

first, her husband would pass quickly. his death would come in the form of a letter brought by ravens from the south, sent by his firstborn daughter, who inherited dorne and loved rhaena of pentos. shaera was said to have grieved quietly and in private, only thirty years old and already made a widow—some would say for the second time. she would not take another husband despite the urgings of the twins, who only wished to see her happy.

next went her son. aemon was only two-and-ten when he was found dead. some said the greens still had supporters so long after the war, some said there was a wish to push the queen to madness so her brother, aegon, could take over—now a man. some said the boy merely had a weak heart and succumbed to an illness that hid deep within him. but the death of aemon was enough to remind many of the queen before, who at the death of jacaerys velaryon seemed mad with grief and chose only to haunt the halls of dragonstone and the red keep. such was a similar state for shaera, who after her son was burned on a pyre, seemed incapable of ever smiling again.

neither her sisters nor her brothers could bring a semblance of peace to her. even the sight of morning, rhaena’s pink dragon, couldn’t stir a moment of nostalgia in her heart—she and aegon were similarly broken by the dragons of old. for namedays, the birth of baela’s and rhaena’s children, the visits from aliandra martell, shaera simply sat upon the iron throne, a crown of rubies upon her dark and greying hair. she only ever watched. she never partook. the last time she danced was with a man lost to a lake.

it was only when her daughter, visenya, wed aegon in an attempt to stall any potential civil wars before they could build, that some say shaera actually cracked a smile, small and weak as it was. though the realm saw them wed per the seven’s wishes, shaera had them wed per their house’s true religion on dragonstone—with fire and blood. neither were truly happy, for their lives had been nothing but loss, but for a moment, many say visenya and aegon found peace. and some say, while aegon always wore black for his mother, visenya always wore green for her true father.

from their marriage came three children: daemon, daenerys, and aenys. but grief was great and sorrow ever present for two children born in a civil war, and visenya was left widowed when aegon died of consumption at only six-and-thirty. some say she could not bear to live without him, and her heart broke one night, slaying her in her sleep, leaving her children to baela and alyn, who took the three in without issue.

shaera, hearing news of her daughter’s and brother’s death, called for her remaining family to return to the red keep. many wondered if she would abdicate to viserys for her grief was too great. she named viserys her heir, baela her hand, alyn the master of ships, rhaena the master of laws, and aliandra the master of whispers. when all was said and done, shaera bid her court a farewell, claiming she was far too tired to continue and that she would return to court on the morrow with news for the approaching winter. lord cregan stark, a dear friend of hers, was set to return after years protecting the north.

however, when he returned to see his queen, he was met only by a corpse. in her sleep, at the age of fifty—almost thirty years of ruling—queen shaera targaryen died. some claimed foul play. some said she deserved it for being a woman on the throne. some simply wrote songs about the grief she endured, and the peace she had brought, unlikely as she was. death had swept through house targaryen once more, but shaera ensured it stood strong, for she settled succession and protected her youngest brother’s claim before she passed. lord cregan stark was known to have lauded her for knowing when her time was near but remaining selfless enough to not return to her family, who all undoubtedly waited for her beyond the living veil, until all was settled.

unlikely, unwilling, shadowed always by grief in a black veil that never seemed to leave her hair, shaera targaryen was a good and just queen despite it all. and while her mother ruled only for half a year, she protected rhaenyra’s memory and claim for thirty long and prosperous years. years that many claim to be better than they should have been. years that went free of blood after so much was spilled before.

reunited once more with her family in death, some say baela and rhaena and viserys and aliandra all had similar last words—that they wished to return to their families. some even claimed that shaera’s last words were a breath of relief, at finally being free, and she called to her brothers and mother and fathers and daughter and son and husband.

and to aemond targaryen, who shaera velaryon loved before she was shaera targaryen. who the good queen refused to let him be known as a kinslayer in all of the histories written in thirty years of ruling. he was merely prince aemond to her.

and she was his shaera, reunited once more.

#greenliesblackheartswip #green lies black hearts #xxpeppermintxx109 #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #ao3 #fanfic #ao3fic #fanfiction #aemond x shaera #shaera velaryon #qoren martell #alternate universe #drabble #fanfic au #hotd fic

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uh-oh-its-bird · 2 months

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Romeo and Juliet AUs are cool or whatever but where are my Secret Tunnel AUs

"Two lovers, forbidden from one another, a war divides their people, and a mountain divides them appart. Built a path to be together."

Literally Romeo and Juliet but more fun come on like how can you NOT

#birds rambles #fanfic #ao3 #romeo and juliet #atla #secret tunnel #romance #fanfic au #ngl I was thinking ab madatobi specifically but like no one look at that #madatobi

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accio-sriracha · 4 months

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"No matter the odds, I would break them a million times over, just to find you. In every universe, every world, every dimension; I know we will find each other. A million times we play this game and a million times you whisper my name and I'm there. Nothing can pull us apart, I am yours, completely yours, in every way, in every place, in every time. I will always be yours."

-All the ships still loving each other in every AU.

#alternate universe #otp #imagine your otp #writing #fanfic #fanfic au #wattpad #ao3

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dryedation · 6 months

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So If anyone's wondering if I took that R&R surrealist horror artist AU anywhere... here's the first two chapters of my procrastination fic Perception & Patronage

Rabble & Rampallians and Ren (the leather jacket human) -> @wishing-stones

All other characters shown belong to their respective owners (I'll include them later dwbi)

#utmv #my art #undertale au #undertale #fanart #digital art #r&r #fanfic au #indulgent art #read ch2 if you wanna know the context to the second image #DryeArt #rabble & rampallians #the third image hasn't happened yet #don't worry about it #im making most of it up along as i go #coloured design for Ren btw #whoopee #character design

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that-one-raccoon · 5 months

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"Hell’s Hounds"

“Hell Hounds,” Dazai said. “We’ll be the Hell Hounds."

He wrote it in bold, chalk letters across the top of the blackboard.

Hell Hounds

Then, he paused. "Well, you’re the Hell Hounds. I’m just...”

“Hell,” Ron supplied unhelpfully.

Instead of pulling a face, like Ron probably expected, Dazai beamed. “You’re right! It’s more like ‘Hell’s Hounds’ then, isn’t it? With an apostrophe.”

In the small space between the word Hell and Hounds, Dazai drew in a tiny 's. He had to write it crooked to make it fit.

Hell's Hounds, it read proudly.

“Hell’s Hounds gang...” Hermione tasted the name on her tongue. “It’s a bit dark, though?”

“It has a nice ring to it,” the twins cheered, “Hell’s Hounds!”

Hell’s Hounds... Dazai could agree it had a certain charm to it. A little threatening, a little rebellious. Just the right name for a mafioso’s gang of schoolchildren.

-- Coil, Chapter 7: Hell's Hounds by Allegory_for_Hatred

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#hell’s hounds #m&m hell’s hounds #magic and mystery #coil #m&m dazai #m&m draco malfoy #m&m blaise zabini #m&m hermione granger #m&m ron weasley #m&m fred weasley #m&m george weasley #and Featherbrain #i love her #my art #that-one-raccoon’s art #fanfic au #ao3

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bluestar22x · 8 months

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The Rockford Files

Series Summary: It's 90s Portland, Oregon, and Tim Rockford is a workaholic detective highly praised for having the most closed cases in the homicide division. Despite this, and to his dismay, the department decides to pair him up with a psychic who can sense spirits and see pieces of their memories. Can she prove to him she's not a fraud and win him over?

Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader (both in their late 40s)

Rating: 18+ Series

Series Warnings: Crime, spooky stuff, workplace romance, smut, fowl language. Descriptions of murder scenes, blood, gore, and domestic abuse. Sexual assault of a minor hinted at in part 1 (not explicit).

Author's Note: The inspiration for this one flooded me. So many details and feelings. Romance in a gloomy field of work with literal ghosts involved just in time for spooky season. Each case happens 13 months apart. I didn't even mean to do that, I just wanted big time jumps like Sherlock (BBC) had at times.

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Sweet Annie

Mr. Henley

Jane Doe

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Oneshots

Holsters

The Massage

The Morning After

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Writing Inspo Music For This Series

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Main Masterlist

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#Tim Rockford #Tim Rockford Fanfic #Merge Mansion Fanfic #Pedro Pascal Character Fanfic #Fanfiction #Mine #Fanfic AU #Tim Rockford x Reader #X Reader #The Rockford Files Series #Complete Series

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ilreleonewikia13 · 7 months

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◌THE DOOM IN OUR BLOOD COMES BACK ↴

Numerous lunar cycles and seasonal changes have occurred since the events that I am about to narrate, yet the remembrance of these remarkable individuals persists even now. In my role as Maester in the Citadel, I am documenting the ancient traditions and tales of the five children of the renowned Queen Rhaenyra, also known as The Great, and her esteemed spouse, The Rouge Prince, Daemon Targaryen. Undoubtedly, there are those who are already acquainted with these individuals and their accomplishments, however, for those students who may need a reminder, allow me to briefly introduce the five noble princes who have gone down in history as Aegon III, the Golden King, Viserys the Clever, Rhaena the Charming, Visenya the Dreamer and the most important of all Baela the Glorious.

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clockajoy · 10 months

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i need someone to make a blog full of relationship prompts except they're all reddit posts please

like just read this .

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dusty-cobweb · 1 month

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something something firefly garashir au where bashir is running away from the federation (augments) and garashir is running from the Obsidian Order (tax fraud) and they meet on a transport ship (it is stealing federation supplies) (they join the ship). Maybe the ship belongs to the Macquis or is in alignment with them so we still see the DS9 crew trying to track and capture them. yeahhh

#julian bashir #elim garak #garashir #garashir au #firefly #fanfic au

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writingwhimsey · 2 months

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Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 6

Chapter 6

I was still a bit dazed when Saki came into my room to help me get ready for the banquet. “You alright there, Ava?” She asked, a grin on her face.

“I’m fine.” I answered. “Just…uhm yeah, so I gotta start getting ready.”

Saki giggled. “I know. That’s why I’m here.” She said. “Alright, so I talked to Yukimura and Sasuke and they both said these banquets are more of a casual thing.”

“That’s what Shingen said too.” I replied.

Saki nodded. “So, nothing too fancy, but we’ll still doll you up a bit.” She said, grinning. “I am thinking your favorite pink kimono. It always looks so cute on you. And something simple with your hair…maybe a braid on each side and we just pull it back and let the rest hang?”

“You love doing my hair.” I teased her.

“What? It’s so soft and fun to play with. Besides all I had were brothers. I couldn’t do this to them. You’re the closest thing I have to a sister.”

“Closest thing you have to a doll.” I teased.

Saki stuck her tongue out at me. “Just come on and let’s get you ready.” She said.

“Alright…thank you for always helping me like this…and you are the closest I have to a sister too.”

Saki smiled warmly at me. “Alright, now come on let’s get to moving.”

I giggled. “Alright.”

Saki helped me to change into my kimono and then had me sit down while she fixed my hair. “So, you think you’ll be inviting Lord Shingen to share your bed tonight?” She asked with a grin on her face.

I instantly felt my cheeks heating up. “I…I still don’t really know him all that well.” I answered. “This will only be our second date.”

“So? You’re married and…well the man is gorgeous. I’m still surprised you didn’t take him up on the offer the first night.”

I laughed. “I mean…I think if he would have made the move that night…I probably wouldn’t have protested…but I…I like that he’s letting it be my choice and letting me get to know him first and getting to know me first.”

“It is really sweet.” Saki agreed as she combed out my hair. “But you know…when you DO make that choice, the next day you have to tell me EVERYTHING.”

I giggled. “Can’t I keep some details to myself? You know, privacy reasons and all?”

“Of course not.” Saki teased. “I must know it all.”

We both laughed, continuing to chat while I got ready to attend the banquet with Shingen.

Shingen…

Shingen had just finished getting cleaned up for the banquet. He couldn’t help but to smile as he thought about his bride waiting for him, getting ready just down the hall. He had to admit, he was looking forward to spending more time with Ava. She was beautiful and her smile was always filled with such warmth, her eyes filled with light and hope.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect…but she is not at all what I had thought.” He murmured to himself.

Just then there was a knock on his door before Yukimura was coming in. “You know, I’m still really surprised that you’re here and not in Ava’s room. I mean you two should be on a honeymoon. I figured that would be a dream come true for you. Getting to spend time with a woman completely uninterrupted for days, in bed…”

Shingen lifted his hands over his heart. “Yuki, you wound me. Is that really what you think of me?”

“What? I know how you are with women. Especially ones you find beautiful…which is pretty much any woman with a pulse.”

Shingen gave Yukimura a look. “Ava is my wife and I am treating her as such. Besides, all women deserve to be romanced. Wooed.” He explained. “We skipped the courting phase as this is a political marriage. She deserves to have that and to be comfortable.”

Yukimura looked at his liege lord. “She got some kind of spell on you or something?”

Shingen chuckled and shook his head. “Perhaps one day when you meet the right woman, you’ll understand, Yuki.” He replied. “Now come on, let’s go. You can escort Saki to the banquet.”

Yukimura groaned. “You already made me share my horse with her on the journey back and now I have to take her to the banquet?”

“She is Ava’s lady in waiting and you are my chief vassal.” Shingen replied with a shrug. “It only makes sense that you should help her settle in.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go and get this over with.” Yukimura said with a sigh.

“You should be happy, getting to escort a beautiful woman.” Shingen replied, clapping Yukimura on the shoulder as the pair walked towards Ava and Saki’s rooms.

“Whatever.” Yukimura replied, rolling his eyes once again.

The pair made their way down the hall and soon stood outside of Ava’s room. They could hear giggling coming from within. “Alright, I think that puts on the finishing touches.” Saki declared. “Nothing too fancy, but still dolled up just enough for your husband.”

Ava let out a giggle at that…a rather embarrassed giggle. “I…I hope he likes it.”

“Please, no man could resist you.” Saki encouraged. “I bet Lord Shingen will not be able to keep his hands off of you.”

“I…” Ava stammered and then let out a nervous giggle. Shingen could practically see her glowing cheeks through the door.

Shingen decided to knock on the door. “Ava, are you ready?” He called.

“Oh…uhm yes.” She called.

Saki was then opening the door and bowing to him. “Your wife is all set, my lord.” She said.

Shingen smiled. He was glad that Ava had a friend with her. It had to make this transition easier for her. He was then turning to Ava who was getting up from a kneeling position. She was dressed in a fine yet comfortable pink kimono decorated with flowers. Her hair was done simply and it appeared she had on very light makeup. “I will be the envy of every one of the men at the banquet with my beautiful bride at my side.” He said. She did look utterly adorable, he thought.

Ava’s cheeks reddened. “Oh, I don’t know about that…”

“Yeah, I’m certainly not gonna be jealous and neither will Lord Kenshin.” Yukimura spoke up.

Shingen turned to his vassal and gave him a flick to the forehead. “Where did you learn to talk to women? Have you really not been listening to me all these years?”

Saki and Ava were both giggling. “It is definitely hard to believe that you two are lord and vassal.” Ava commented.

“Yeah, clearly Yukimura hasn’t learned anything from you, Lord Shingen.” Saki agreed.

“Hey, I know how to talk to women!” Yukimura protested. “You think just because I don’t give out empty flattery to every woman I meet that I’m some kind of idiot.”

“Empty flattery…and every woman?” Ava questioned, arching a brow.

Shingen internally sighed and resisted the urge to smack his vassal once more. His words of praise were never empty…and while yes in the past he had offered compliments to every beautiful woman he found…and he found all women beautiful…he wouldn’t do that now. He was a married man and he truly meant that he would honor Ava in their marriage.

Saki smacked Yukimura on the shoulder. “It’s not that that makes you an idiot. More like you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut and don’t know how to speak with tact.” She told him. “Anyways, what are YOU doing here?”

Yukimura’s cheeks instantly turned red, but he gave Saki a glare. “Well I came to escort YOU to the banquet.”

“Well, then you should escort me.” Saki said, looping her arm through Yukimura’s. “Let’s leave the newlyweds be. We’ll see you two at the banquet.” She was then practically dragging Yukimura out of the room. Saki clearly knew how to read the room unlike his vassal. Perhaps she would do some good for Yukimura.

Shingen turned to Ava, seeing the frown on her face. He didn’t like that at all. It made his heart give a painful thud. He reached for her hand. “My goddess…”

“How many goddesses do you have, Shingen?” She asked, looking up at him and keeping her hand out of his reach.

Ava’s question was a direct hit to Shingen’s heart and more direct than if she had given him a slap to the face.

“You know…I thought it was nice, but then it also reminds me of guys who use nickname like that so they don’t have to worry about remembering names.” Ava went on, when Shingen didn’t immediately answer her.

“Ava.” Shingen said, reaching for her hand once again. This time she let him take it.

“Okay…so you do know my name…” She muttered, her fon already starting to melt. “Just… be honest with me.” She told him. “If…if we’re going to make this marriage work, I want the truth.”

“You have a fair point.” Shingen agreed, nodding. “I will admit…I am no stranger to flirting. Nor have I held back my admiration from a woman when I have found her beautiful. But that is all in my past, Ava. I truly meant it when I promised to honor you in our marriage. You are my only goddess now. I know it is all a political arrangement, but I do want to make you happy in our life together.” He was then lifting her hand and placing a kiss on the back, as if sealing an oath. “If you will allow me, that is?”

Ava was meeting his eyes, her gaze searching his as if she could determine his honesty. Shingen hoped that she could see he truly meant his words. “Well…we all have a past.” She finally said. “And you have been nothing but good to me…but…”

“What is it, Ava?” Shingen asked, deciding to use her name. It seemed to please her when he did.

Her cheeks then got red and she looked away. “No…nevermind. It’s…it’s silly.”

Shingen lifted his free hand, long fingers going beneath her chin and coaxing her gaze back to his. “If it is a concern you have, I swear it is not a silly matter to me. Please, whatever concerns you have, tell me so that I can allay your fears.”

“It’s just…you…you really do mean it…when you…when you say I’m beautiful?” She asked, her cheeks getting even more adorable red, her entire face was glowing red by the time she had finished her sentence.

Shingen smiled warmly at her. “Very much so.” He told her. “I swear to you, every compliment I give you is with utmost sincerity. I know Yuki says I give out empty flattery, but that’s just how he sees it. YOU truly are a beautiful woman Ava and I truly mean that.”

Ava’s cheeks were still aflame, but a genuine smile came to her face. “Okay.” She said, pulling her chin from his hand so she could look away, abashed.

Shingen couldn’t help but to smile at how utterly adorable she was. He also couldn’t help but to want to show her some affection. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head without even thinking about it.

Ava seemed to let out a little eep of surprise at that and her face turned even redder…to the tips of her ears.

“Are you ready to go to the banquet, Ava?” Shingen asked, smiling at her.

“I…I might need a second.” She answered, not able to bring herself to look up at him.

“We have all night.” Shingen assured her. He was looking forward to showing her off, but at the same time…he was more than happy to keep this adorably abashed look on her face all to himself.

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