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The Royal Romance.

Second Chance Romance.

A/N: I’ve decided to go into my own little TRR/TRH world and create an AU. This will be fun! So; Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Dawkins (MC) | All Characters: names (except MC) and some plot dialogue are property of Pixelberry. | Current Word Count: 5,430 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Chapter 1.) Return

Shanelle sat at the bottom of the grand staircase of the Beaumont estate trying to wrap her head around all that had happened since the coronation.

Marquise the man she’s madly in love with; went from Crown Prince to King of Cordonia right before her eyes. Then her world came crashing down; as she was framed. The utter humiliation cost her the one thing she wanted more than anything; it cost her him. Someone set her up and she had no idea who it was. And she never got the chance to find out.

Instead she was sent back to D.C. with her tail tucked firmly between her legs. She knew she never had a chance against the ladies of the court; but her stubborn determination got her into the top 3 women for him to choose. And she just knew he’d choose her; until those photos of her and Tariq were shown. And her world came crumbling down.

When she got home she had to deal with her disappointed stepmom and VERY pissed off father. They love her dearly and never want to see her hurt. But; her father’s furious that she up and left on a whim over a man she barely knew. So for the past 2 years; she’s been under lockdown. While she tries to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and shattered life. Her daddy was gracious enough to give her the receptionist job at his surgical practice. That way he could keep an eye on her.

Life for her went back to being relatively normal and quiet. Until one Sunday morning as her daddy got ready to preach; two very familiar faces showed up. After church announcements were read; visitors were encouraged to stand and give their home church and affiliation. That’s when Maxwell and Bertrand stood up from their pews. “Good Sunday morning to you all! My name is Bertrand Beaumont; and I am the Duke of Ramsford and this is my brother Lord Maxwell Beaumont. We are delighted to be here and thank you for your hospitality!”, he explained to the congregation. “Yeah! It’s great to be here! We’re actually here to see Shanelle. But I don’t see her though. Ohhh! There she is! She’s in the choir loft Bertrand. Hiiii Shanelle!”, Maxwell quipped as he waved at her.

She was mortified and her daddy was pissed. When he turned back to face her; he mouthed the words, “Pastor’s Study! Now!” when he turned back to the congregation; his face was neutral. “Thank you Mr. Beaumont! I’m sure you, your brother and my daughter have much to discuss.” With a deep breath; she collected Maxwell and Bertrand and quickly ushered them into her dad’s office.

Once inside; she just had to hear what both of them had to say. “Maxwell as happy as I am to see you and Bertrand; WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”, she asked him while trying to keep her voice down. “A Happy Reunion? We missed you.”, he replies. “It’s been 2 years!”, she said to him. “We were hoping that you could lead us to Jesus?”, he said sheepishly. “If I didn’t love you so much; I’d hit you with a bible! Also; you didn’t answer my question.”, she told him. “It’s Marquise. He needs you.”, he said to her. “No he doesn’t. Besides he’s married. The wedding was in all the papers.”, she told him.

That’s when Bertrand spoke up. “About that. Maxwell is right. He’s miserable. Cordonia is in need of an heir. Madeleine doesn’t want children, not that he’d touch her anyway...They are in the last stages of getting a divorce.”, he said to Shanelle. “You’re joking, right? They’re getting a divorce?”, she asks Bertrand. “No jokes. Technically since they haven’t consummated the marriage, it will be annulled.”, he replied.

That statement took her breath away.

“He just doesn’t want anyone, if it’s not you.”, Maxwell told her. “This is insane. If he wants nothing to do with her; why did he marry her?”, she asks. “He felt like he had no choice.”, Maxwell replies. “Right now, Cordonia looks weak. If we don’t have an heir soon there will be an uprising.”, Bertrand explains. “So what are you asking me?”, she asks them both. After a glance between them; Maxwell spoke, “Come back to Cordonia and be the Queen he needs. We all need you.” “Come back? After all this time? After everything that happened? I can’t do that. I can’t go through the hell again. We still don’t know who set me up. I can’t. I just can’t.”, she told him. “Marquise will make everything right. We just need you to give him a chance.”, he said to her. “Maxwell I don’t think you understand what that scandal did to me. The humiliation alone has left me scarred and scared to even consider love ever being a possibility in my life.”, she told him.

That’s when Bertrand laid a hand on her shoulder and said, “1 Peter 4:8 Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” “I’m not saying to ignore your pain. But if you come back it could be a chance to heal. Just tell me you’ll think about it.”, Maxwell said to her. “If I decide to do this again; how do you know we won’t wind up right back where we started?”, she asks.

“It’s because I know in my heart that he’s been miserable since the moment you left. I also believe that the moment he lays eyes on you the part of him that died will be resurrected. He will know what it feels like to breathe again. He won’t let go of that feeling...he can’t.”, Maxwell explains. “You really believe that he’s still in love with me after being apart for 2 years?”, she asks. “I am telling you he has been holding his breath for 2 years. He is a shell of himself without you. Just the mention of your name; brings a twinkle to his eyes that we haven’t seen in years.”, he says to her.

She sighs. The thought of him being miserable without her was starting to get to her. “Oh my God. My life finally gets back to some form of normalcy; and here you two come back to flip it upside down again.”, she says with a small chuckle. “What’s life without a little plot twist?”, he teased. “Maxwell Beaumont! You’re impossible! And I mean that in the most loving way possible.”, she replies. “Right back at you, babe.”, he says to her. “Lady Shanelle. We need your answer. It’s imperative.”, Bertrand says to her. After taking a deep breath and pacing for a bit; she says to them, “I can’t believe I’m about to do this…again but gentlemen…let’s go get my king.”

Both were ecstatic. “Wonderful!”, Bertrand said to her. “Woo! My girl is back!”, Maxwell quipped. “Not so fast you two! We still have one more hurdle.”, she said to them. “What?”, they ask. “My dad. He’s not gonna let me go.”, she replies. “Let me handle that! No one can resist the Maxwell Beaumont charm!”, Maxwell said to her. “Good luck with that!”, she told him.

After service was over; her father and stepmom joined them in the study. That’s when they laid out the plan for Shanelle to return. But her daddy wasn’t trying to hear it. “No! Absolutely not! You are NOT going back! Not after everything that happened!”, he growled. “Daddy—“, she started to say before he cut her off, “Shanelle, don’t you dare! I am not about to watch you get your heart broken by that man again!” “Daddy it wasn’t his fault!”, she told him. “It might as well have been his fault! Do you think I want to deal with vultures in the media at my door again? Do you think I want them crowding my office again?!”, he asked with his voice raised. “Rodney…calm down!”, her stepmom Jackie told him. After taking a deep breath; he spoke. “All I’m saying is that I don’t want to see my baby girl get hurt again. After watching what that jackass Damon did to you; and now this so called king? No! I’m not going witness you get hurt all over again!” “Daddy please…”, she begged. “No! I’m not having this conversation with you.”, he told her.

Shanelle looked to her stepmom for help. That’s when Jackie sighed and said, “Rodney you know that you can’t stop her.” He looked at her like she had lost all sense. “Jackie! Who’s side are you on?”, he asks his wife. “As many times as RJ has come home from a failed relationship; just for him to jump into another one. You can’t be mad at our oldest daughter.”, she tells him. “But Jackie; Shanelle is—“, he started to say, “a grown woman. Just like Shana is a grown woman. Shana packed up herself and R3 just to move all the way to Seattle for her wife. And let’s not forget; RJ lives in Boston with his what, 3rd girlfriend in the last 9 months?”

He pouted. “My point to you Rodney is this: if you didn’t have anything to say to our two younger children you have nothing to say to our oldest child. She loves him. She wants to be with him. We can’t stop her. We can only love and support her. As we should.”, she told him. He looked at his wife then to his oldest daughter and says, “okay! Okay! I know when I’m beaten. Just promise me that you’re not making a mistake.” Shanelle smiles softly at her dad and says, “I promise daddy. I know what I’m doing.”

Rodney stood up from his desk then walked over to her and hugged her tightly. “I love you so much, baby…I just…I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt.”, he told her as he hugged her. “I know daddy. I’ll be fine; I promise you that.”, she told him. When he looked at her; he smiled softly. “I guess you should go home and get packed.”, he told her. She kissed her dad on the cheek and she said, “I love you daddy!” He kissed her on her forehead and replied, “I love you too, baby.”

He then looked to Maxwell and Bertrand and said, “you two had better take good care of my daughter! Do NOT make me come all the way over there! Do I make myself clear?” Both nodded their heads emphatically. “Good! Now go get her packed up; before I change my mind.”, he told them. With that Shanelle, Maxwell and Bertrand were off to get her packed; then they made their way back to Cordonia.

As she sat at the bottom of the steps; she couldn’t believe she was back in the country she was humiliated in. “I’m here. I’m actually here.”, she said to herself. Or so she thought. “Yep! You’re here! And I’m so happy to have you back!”, Maxwell said as he sat next to her. “Thanks Maxwell. I’m just ready to get my man back.”, she told him. “I know. But you know that it won’t be easy, right?”, he asks. “I know. Everyone will be looking at me and wondering why I’ve come back after all these years.”, she replies. “That and there will be more women vying for Marquise and his hand.”, he told her.

“Greeeeeeat! Just what I wanted: another social season!”, she said sarcastically. “But at least it won’t be like your first one.”, he said to her. “It won’t be?”, she asks. “No thankfully. You won’t have to go through all the pettiness and hosting. Instead we’re going global.”, he told her. “I don’t get it.”, she said to him. “You are one of 7 women vying for Marquise. One from each continent except Antarctica. But the good thing is; we know that they don’t stand a chance. And while you’re vying; we’ll work on finding Tariq and clearing your name.”, he told her. “Are you sure that we can?”, she asks. “Yup because you’ve got me! Ohh! And them too!”, he said as he pointed to her left.

When she turned her head; in walked Drake and Hana. “Hana! Drake! You’re here!”, she said as she ran up to hug them both. “It’s good to see you too! I’ve missed you!”, Hana told her. “I’ve missed you too! I’ve even missed you, marshmallow.”, she said as she hugged Drake. “Missed you too Dawkins. It’s been way too long.”, he said to her. “Wait! Shouldn’t you be with Marquise?”, she asked him. “He asked me to help you. And here I am.”, he replies. “When was the last time you saw him?”, she asks.

“The day Maxwell and Bertrand left to get you. We’ve had to keep our distance between each other for appearances sake. And well…I might have a girlfriend.”, he replied. “Congrats! I’m happy for you.”, she told him. “And what about you, missy? What has the incredible Hana Lee been up to?”, she asked Hana. “I returned to Shanghai but I was wasn’t happy; so I came back to Cordonia last year, and I’ve been working with Marquise as one of his advisors.”, she told her. “Good. I’m happy to have you both here.”, she said to them. “What about me?”, Maxwell asks. “Yes you too; goof.”, she said as he walked up. “It’s good to have all of you by my side. I love you all so much! Now; let’s go get ready! I have a king to win!”, she told them.

After getting dressed; the group was off to the palace for the Freedom Ball and dinner. It was Marquise’s public appearance since his divorce was finalized a few days before. As each member of court was announced Shanelle was starting to feel nervous about seeing him and the rest of court. “Introducing Lord Maxwell Beaumont, Sir Drake Walker, Lady Hana Lee and Lady Shanelle Dawkins.”, the herald said as the group entered the room together.

The room went silent as all eyes landed on Shanelle. She held onto Maxwell’s arm for dear life. “How you doing?”, he whispered to her. “Every single eye is on me. How am I supposed to be doing?”, she replies. “Just take a deep breath and smile.”, he told her. She did exactly that. “There’s a silver lining in all eyes being on you.”, he said to her. “What’s that?”, she asks. “His eyes are on you as well as everyone else’s”, Maxwell said as he looked towards Marquise.

His eyes never left her. He watched as they walked in. He stood next to his parents and his brother as the court filed in. “Good evening everyone! It is good to see you all! Although the circumstances aren’t ideal it is great to be surrounded by all of you. I do hope you all enjoy yourselves tonight.”, he said to everyone in attendance.

After dinner was served guests mingled and danced; but Shanelle had butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to run and hide; and at the same time she wanted to be alone with him. As the ball was in full swing Shanelle spent most of it dodging questions about the scandalous photos and her whereabouts for the last two years. When the evening came to a close she was exhausted and ready to crash. Thankfully she and the others were staying at the palace and she would meet the other women vying for Marquise the next day at tea.

When she got to her room; she all but collapsed onto her bed. Just as she had dozed off there was a knock at her door. “Go away!”, she groaned. When she went and opened the door; Bastien and two of the King’s Guards were standing on the other side. “Oh no! Not again…”, she said out loud. “Lady Shanelle his majesty requests your presence. Please follow us.”, Bastien said to her. “O-okay! Let me put some shoes on.”, she replied. After throwing her heels back on she followed them to a secluded courtyard within the palace. When she entered the courtyard; there he stood. He had a glass in his hand that she figured was either whiskey, rum or scotch. “Your Majesty, Lady Shanelle as requested.”, Bastien announced. “Thank you. That’ll be all.”, he told him. “Yes your majesty. Lady Shanelle.”, he said as they made their leave.

She watched them leave then turned back to face him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mouth was dry and the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive. After finishing his drink Marquise spoke, “you look beautiful in that gown. Aquamarine is a beautiful color on you. I’m glad I had that dress made specifically for you.” Her eyes went wide. “You did what?”, she asked him in a voice just above a whisper. “I wanted you to stand out and I knew this gown would do just that.”, he told her. “Thank you.”, she told him. “You must hate me not that I blame you. You have to understand that I have regretted my decision every single day.”, he said to her. “I don’t hate you, Marquise.”, she told him. “I’ll take that as a small victory.”, he told her. “I just want to know why. I thought you loved me.”, she said to him. “I do. God knows I do. Shanelle I love you with every bit of my heart and soul.”, he told her. She screwed her eyes shut to keep tears from falling. “Then why choose her over me?”, she asked while trying to keep her voice from cracking. “Shanelle…look at me.”, he said as he tilted her chin up.

When she opened her eyes; he saw the pain she had been in; over the last two years.

“I want you to hear me when I say I had no choice, Shanelle. I wanted to pick you. I wanted to make you happy. I wanted to make you my wife and queen. For two years I have been miserable. I didn’t want to go through with the marriage to her but again I had no choice. In order to ascend to the throne I had to marry her. It was the worst mistake of my life. For two years all I’ve done is longed for you. I’ve craved you. I’ve needed you. And God knows I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to touch you. I’ve wanted to see you. I’ve wanted to taste you. You are the love of my life, Shanelle. There is no other woman for me but you. There’s only you. I only want you. Which is why when I filed for divorce I told Maxwell that you had to come back. I had to have you again. I had to feel my American Beauty in my arms again.”, he explained as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

She loved the strength of his arms, the smell of his cologne and his pretty brown eyes. “You know your other suitors would say that you aren’t being fair to them, your majesty.”, she told him. “I don’t care about being fair to them. All I care about right now is messing up your lipstick.”, he told her before he claimed her lips in his. She melted in his embrace. His tongue dueled with hers as their kiss intensified and deepened.

When their kiss finally ended; she was dizzy and thankful to have his arms around her. “Damn I’ve missed that.”, he whispered against her lips. He kissed her again; wanting to savor the taste of her lips. “I just kissed the softest lips that God has ever made.”, he sang to her. She instantly knew the song. “And I am so in love with the girl who holds the lips he gave.”, she sang back to him. “You know your songs.”, he told her. “I know my artists. And for the record I love Eric Roberson. I saw him in concert last month.”, she said to him. “I really don’t want to stop.”, he said to her. “Then don’t. Don’t stop kissing me. Don’t stop touching me.”, she whispered to him. “Shanelle…”, he said before crashing his lips into hers. When this shared kiss ended he was incensed by her. “I want you now!”, he growled. “I belong to you, my king. Take me as you see fit.”, she told him.

“Come with me.”, he told her as he led her to another door to the courtyard. After he turned on the lights she realized that they were in a bedroom. “This bedroom is beautiful.”, she said as she took in her surroundings. “Thank you. It’s one of the many spare bedrooms. I would bring you to my personal chambers but I don’t want to wait.”, he told her. “A bedroom is a bedroom to me. Although; you do owe me a future tour of yours.”, she told him. “Comme tu veux, mon amour.”, he spoke to her. “That’s French isn’t it?”, she asks. He nodded his head yes. “Thought so…I don’t speak French.”, she told him. “It means as you wish, my love.”, he said to her. She smirked at him. He placed a featherlight kiss on the inside of her right wrist. He continued kissing up her arm; sending chills running through her. “Do you like that, my love?”, he asks. “More than you know, Marquise.”, she replied. “Good. I have to make up for lost time, my love.”, he told her before he continued.

When he got to her neck; she shivered in his arms. “You’re shivering, my love.”, he whispered in her ear. “Your fault…your majesty.”, she whispered to him. “You dare accuse your future king of bringing you pleasure?”, he asks. “Yes your majesty I do.”, she told him. “Well then; it looks like I have work to do.”, he told her before kissing her again. As they kissed his left hand searched and found the zipper in the back of her gown; while his right tangled in her hair.

As his left hand slowly pulled the zipper down; his right pulled her head back gently so he could run his tongue along her neck. “Yesssssssssss…she moaned softly. She was a puddle in his arms. He nipped at her chin before saying, “I missed hearing your voice, my love. I missed hearing you moan.”, he told her. “Keep that up and I’ll be doing more than that, my king.”, she told him.

He smirked before he went back to sucking on her neck. When her gown pooled at her feet Marquise stopped long enough to marvel at her in her red lingerie. “Mon amour, tu es absolument belle.”, he told her. “You really love speaking French, don’t you?”, she asks with a giggle. “Second favorite language.”, he said with a small shrug. She smiled at him and asked him, “although you look fine as wine in that suit; it’s blocking my view so can we lose it now?” She pulled him into a searing kiss as she helped him out of his suit.

She loved running her hands up his body. His abs were a work of art to her. His shoulders are broad and beautiful. And when her hands went lower to his pants; she felt his bulging center. Which caused him to groan against her neck. “Mmmm! Someone’s happy to see me!”, she said to him. “You’ve no idea.”, he told her. “You look a little restrained, my king. Let me alleviate that for you.”, she told him with a coy smile.

He drew a sharp breath as she slid his pants and underwear down. She drooled over a very hard, very naked Marquise. “Ohhh sweet Jesus!”, she told him. “See something you like, my love?”, he asks with a wink. "Indeed I do!”, she says before biting her bottom lip. “Now why am I naked but you aren’t?”, he asks as he pulls her into his arms. “You don’t like me in lingerie?”, she replies with a question of her own. “I love it. But I think you’d look better out of it.”, he told her before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

After laying her down on the bed; he slid on top of her and immediately went to work removing her bra and panties. He kissed her right shoulder as he slid her bra strap down and did the same to her left shoulder. With her straps down he focused on the cups.

He kissed over each cup; wanting to get to her breasts inside them. That’s when guided his hands to the clasp in the front. “Oooh! Sexy!”, he told her. “Thank you, your majesty. I was hoping you’d like it.”, she told him. “Ohhh I do! Now if you’ll excuse me, my love…”, he told her before diving straight for them. She was in heaven while he was laser focused on pleasing her breasts. Kissing, nipping, licking, sucking on and tweaking her nipples. He loved hearing her moan and feeling her body move underneath his hard body.

His mouth traveled downward to her midsection. He kissed along her ribs and stomach eliciting different sounds for her. “Don’t stop Marquise! Please don’t stop!”, she begged. He dragged his tongue along the top of her panties. “Taste me…”, she moaned. That was all he needed to hear from her. He used his teeth to pull her panties down. The heat between her thighs blazed for him. He kissed and massaged her thighs open. “Bonjour mon petit amour.”, he whispered against her thigh as he got closer to her center.

He watched her bite her bottom lip. He slid the fingers of his right hand; along her inner most folds, slowly coaxing her open for him. “Ohhh God!”, she moaned. She was wet for him; just what he wanted. “Time to eat!”, he said before sliding his tongue inside her. It caused her back to arch while she cried out from the pleasure. He repeatedly dragged his tongue from her clit to her entrance. It was enough to make her breathing stagger.

“God! Yesssssssssss!”, she moaned. She was on fire because of his mouth. She was so focused on him eating her out; that she didn’t feel him slip two fingers inside her at first. His fingers were just as magical as his mouth. He deliberately was driving her crazy. Soon her hips started to roll; as the speed of his fingers increased. She was trying to hang on for dear life as he gave her the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. Her orgasm was twisted around her blooming internal heat. Both were threatening to overtake her. “Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! I’m so close! I…Ohhh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”, she shouted.

He gave her exactly what she asked for. It took one final swirl of his tongue to snap her orgasm; and to make her internal heat burn her alive. “YES! YES! YES!”, she screamed as she rode wave after wave of her crashing orgasm. When he let her go; she was shaking. “You’re shaking, my love.”, he said with a grin. “Gee your majesty; I wonder why.”, she replied as she tried to catch her breath. She brought his lips to hers; and tasted herself on his lips.

He pinned her hands above her head as their kiss intensified. When it broke; she was desperate for him and he craved her. “I want to devour you, my love.”, he whispered against her lips. “Thank God for birth control.”, she told him with a wink. “For now anyway. Because soon my love; you will be my wife, my queen and the mother of my future child.”, he told her. “I like the sound of that.”, she whispered softly. “Good. You’ve earned it, mon amour.”, he told her before he kissed her again. Their tongues tangled as they kissed. He wanted her and was determined; not to let her leave until he had her. “Take me, Marquise…”, she begged. “It would be my absolute pleasure.”, he told her.

He rolled onto his back and had her straddle him. With his left hand planted firmly on her ass and his right anchored to her right hip; he was in heaven. “God you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my love.”, he told her. “Mmmmmm…Keep talking.”, she said to him. “Why talk when I can show?”, he asks her. She smirks at him and says against his lips, “show me, my king.”

He took her lips in his and savored her taste; while his hands kneaded her ass. In that moment; his hunger for her grew and drove him. He was obsessed with the touch of her skin on his. He rubbed his hardened length against her wetness. It caused her to moan against his lips. He circled her entrance which made her shiver in his arms. He broke their kiss to whisper in her ear, “mine! All mine!”

“Marquise”, was all she managed to say before he entered her. “God!”, she moaned. She was just the way he wanted her to be. “So beautiful! So wet! So tight!”, he moaned as she rode him like a pro. Feeling her bounce up and down on him was a high he had missed. “Yes! More! Give it to me! Take me!”, she moaned. “That’s it, my love! Take it! Take me!”, he shouted.

The sound of their bodies coming together; made her head spin. She was deep in a delicious delirium because of him. “Tell me how you want it, my love.”, he told her. “Harder! Give it to me! Don’t hold back!”, she said to him. He was more than happy to acquiesce her request. When he brought her down hard onto him; she let out a sound that was a half gasp, half moan. “Is this what you wanted, my love?”, he asks. “Yesssssssssss! Fuck me! Give me all of you, Marquise!”, she screamed.

He buried himself to the hilt inside her then pulled out again and again. She dug her nails into his chest; as she continued to ride him. It caused her orgasm to surge higher; and pushed her closer and closer to the edge of her climax. But she wasn’t quite there yet; not until he whispered in her ear. “Don’t hold back, my love! Let go! Let it out! Cum for me!”

“Marquise! Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Its coming! Yes! Yes! Yes! I—“, was all she could say before her orgasm erupted and took her with it. She collapsed onto his chest That was all he needed to hear her say. “Yesssssssssss! Cum for me, my love! Oh God it’s coming! Here it comes! It’s all for you!”, he said through gritted teeth as he went over his own climax. She soon collapsed on top of him; as both were covered in sweat, saliva and cum.

While his right hand skimmed her spine; she rubbed the scratches on his chest. “Sorry about that.”, she spoke softly. “Don’t be they’ll heal. Are you alright?”, he asks her. “Yes I’m fine. I just…I forgot what being in your arms felt like.”, she told him. “Well hopefully; I’ll be able to remind you throughout the competition.”, he said to her. “You do know; you’ll have to give equal time to all your suitors, right?”, she asks. He groaned in protest. “Now! Now! Be nice, Marquise!”, she warned him playfully. “I am being nice! They’ll be here won’t they?”, he asked.

She just chuckled at him. “It’s funny. You forgot what it was like to be in my arms; and truth be told, I forgot what it was like to have you in my arms.”, he told her. “I missed you Marquise…so much.”, she told him. “I missed you too, my love. I swore to myself that if you ever came back; I’d do everything that I had to; in order to keep you here with me.”, he said to her. She kissed him softly as she snuggled against his chest. “There is so much I have to make up for. So much I have to tell you; but it can wait. Right now; all I want is for you to fall asleep in my arms.”, he told her as she dozed off to a peaceful sleep.

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Always Have, Always Will (Kuroken Week Day 5)

Fifth post for Kuroken Week 2018! The prompts for today are Pining or Swap (body, gender, etc) AU. I chose pining because who doesn’t like characters pining for someone? I decided on doing something along the lines of mutual pining (at some point, I didn’t even know what I was writing about anymore XD).

Title: Always Have, Always Will

Prompt(s): Pining of Swap (body, gender, etc) AU

Summary: Kenma has liked Kuroo for as long as he could remember, keeping his feelings a secret in fear that their friendship would fall apart because of it. Kuroo also feels the same way, but believes that Kenma doesn’t like him that way, so he gets himself in a relationship in hopes of getting over Kenma. Distraught by the news, Kenma decides to vanish from Kuroo’s life and doesn’t show back up in it until ten years later...

One-Shot Notes: I promise you that endgame is Kuroken, it just takes some time to get there; some angst sprinkled in here and there

One-shot is under the cut!

Kenma couldn’t recall when exactly it happened. All he knew was that he was in love with his best friend, Kuroo.

It had started as admiration towards him before developing into affection and eventually, love.

He had these feelings for Kuroo and yet, he couldn’t do anything about them. He certainly couldn’t tell Kuroo how he felt about him. He feared that if he did, then their ten years of friendship would ultimately be shattered. Kuroo would become disgusted by him and decide to distance himself from him so that he would have nothing to do with him. Just the thought made Kenma sick to his stomach.

So, he decided it was best to keep quiet about his feelings for him.

It didn’t matter if it hurt.

It didn’t matter if his feelings were never reciprocated.

He had to protect their friendship.

If he could keep their friendship the way it was, then he wouldn’t mind keeping his love locked away.

He could bear with it...couldn’t he?

❤️🖤❤️🖤

Kuroo could clearly recall when exactly he had fallen for his best friend, Kenma.

It was his tenth birthday. Kenma had come over for a sleepover at Kuroo’s house. At the time, Kuroo’s parents weren’t exactly on good terms and fought frequently. That day wasn’t any different.

His parents had started arguing loudly after the two boys went to sleep for the night. Kuroo had started crying upon hearing the arguing and Kenma held him, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words to him. He then wiped away Kuroo’s tears and kissed him on the forehead, causing Kuroo to calm down and stop crying.

To Kenma, who was nothing more than an innocent nine year old at the time, he probably did it because he believed that a simple forehead kiss would be enough to assuage Kuroo and get him to stop crying. But to Kuroo, it did things to him. He started feeling things that a ten year old boy wouldn’t have ever imagined feeling.

That night, he had fallen in love with Kenma Kozume.

But, he had this feeling that Kenma didn’t feel the same way. He still acted like he usually did around him. Lev kept insisting that Kenma liked him too, but he knew better than to believe anything Lev said.

Eventually, he began to lose faith in his love for Kenma. He started convincing himself that Kenma didn’t feel the same way and that he should just hurry up and move on.

So, when Chinatsu, a girl in his grade, had approached him with a confession letter, he saw it as an opportunity to move on from Kenma.

Maybe a relationship with someone was something he needed at the moment.

He looked up as Chinatsu made her way over to him, dirty blonde hair pulled into a simple braid.

“G-Good afternoon, Kuroo-kun! I heard that you wanted to talk to me?” she asked.

“I did, Hashimoto-san.” he pushed himself off the wall and turned so that he was facing her. “So, I thought over your confession. I wouldn’t mind if we started going out.” he said.

“R-Really?” her cheeks flushed red as she stared at him in surprise.

“Yeah. Besides, I think you’re pretty cute.” he smiled. “I have a thing for girls with long hair, after all.” he said.

“I...I see...” she trailed off.

“So, seeing as we’re dating now, you don’t have to be so formal with me. It’s only natural to be on first name basis. Don’t you think so, Chinatsu?” he asked.

“Ah! Y...You’re right!” Chinatsu exclaimed.

“Indeed. So, I’ll call you Chinatsu and you can call me Tetsurou. Sound good?” he asked.

Chinatsu nodded.

“Yes...” he watched her expectantly, waiting for her to say his name. “...Tetsurou.” she said.

Kuroo smiled.

“Great.”

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Kenma and Lev were in the gym later that evening, Kenma helping the first year with his spiking practice. Yaku was there as well, throwing the volleyballs so that Kenma could set them for Lev.

As they went through the motions, they talked about what happened during school hours. Yaku brought up some gossip that started floating around the third years pertaining one of the professors, Lev talked about his home ec class, and Kenma mentioned the cat he saw during lunch break.

Kenma set another ball for Lev, watching him spike it as Yaku spoke.

“Man, practice felt so weird today.” he commented.

“You mean when Kuro ended up leaving early, right?” Kenma asked.

Yaku nodded as he grabbed for another volleyball.

“Yeah! That guy never leaves early, especially when it comes to volleyball!” he pointed out.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? Kuroo-senpai has a girlfriend now!” Lev chirped.

Yaku threw the volleyball for Kenma to set for Lev, but it ended up hitting the net instead. Kenma stood where he was, eyes slowly widening.

“Wait...what?” he asked.

“He didn’t tell you? That’s surprising. I thought that since you’re his closest friend, he would’ve told you first.” Lev noted.

Kenma slowly shook his head.

“No...I never heard anything like that...” he trailed off.

“He actually has a girlfriend? What a shock.” Yaku drawled sarcastically.

“He does! Her name is Chinatsu Hashimoto. She’s also a third year, just like Kuroo-senpai!” Lev explained.

Lev’s voice sounded far away as Kenma tried to make sense of what was going on.

Kuroo is dating someone.

Kuroo is dating a girl.

Kuroo is dating someone and he never heard about it.

Kuroo.

Is.

Dating.

Someone.

He felt sick, his stomach turning as Lev spoke.

“It kind of sucks that he’s dating someone now, though.” he shot a glance at Kenma. “If you had just told him how you felt about him, then this could’ve been avoided.” he stated.

Yaku arched a brow in confusion.

“Huh? Tell Kuroo how he feels?” he reached for another ball. “Am I missing something here?” he asked.

“Yeah! You see—“

“No, you’re just imagining things. Lev’s spouting out bullshit, as usual.” Kenma cut Lev off, raising his voice a little higher than he would like.

“I’m not spouting bullshit! It’s the tru—“

“I need to go to the locker room and grab my jacket!” Kenma reached up to rub his arms. “Man, is it cold in here or is it just me?” he asked.

He began to make his way out of the gym.

“I’ll be back soon!” he called out from over his shoulder.

“Uh...alright?” Yaku answered uncertainly as Kenma stepped out of the gym.

Once he was out of their line of vision, his hands dropped from his arms and he began running towards the locker room, his heart constricting painfully.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

He should’ve known that this was bound to happen eventually. Kuroo was going to find himself a cute girlfriend that suited his tastes and start going out with her. He was going to spoil her and spend more time with her and forget that Kenma existed.

He knew this was eventually going to happen and yet it hurt so damn much.

He pushed the locker room door open and he stumbled in, closing it behind him just in time for the tears to start spilling out of his eyes. He choked on sobs, body shaking as he slumped down onto on the floor with his face in his hands.

He knew unrequited love hurt, but was it supposed to hurt this much?

He sobbed louder, head tipping back to rest against the door.

Maybe he wouldn’t have loved Kuroo if he knew being in love with him would hurt to the point of him breaking down.

If he had known earlier...he wouldn’t have loved at all.

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Kenma stopped coming to school. He even stopped coming to practice.

It was like he had mysteriously dropped off the face of the earth.

And that concerned Kuroo.

He hadn’t heard anything from his friend ever since he had gotten together with Chinatsu. He never texted, he never called, and every time Kuroo came by to see him, he would claim to be feeling under the weather. He didn’t even show up for the third year’s graduation ceremony.

Kuroo found himself in front of Kenma’s house after the graduation ceremony. He gripped his diploma in his hand.

You can’t turn back now, Kuroo. It’s now or never, he told himself.

“Um...should I knock on the door?” he heard Chinatsu speak hesitantly beside him.

“Ah...uh, yeah, you can.” he replied.

Chinatsu nodded before reaching over and knocking on the door.

The door opened moments later to reveal Kenma’s mother, who had a grim look on her face.

“Oh...Tetsurou...” she trailed off.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Kozume.” he greeted.

She then looked over at Chinatsu.

“And this is?” she asked.

“Ah, this is Chinatsu. She’s my girlfriend.” he looked at Chinatsu. “Chinatsu, this is Kenma’s mother.” he introduced.

“Ah! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kozume!” she greeted as she bowed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well.” Mrs. Kozume replied.

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed at the distressed look on the older woman’s face.

“Is something the matter? You look really upset, Mrs. Kozume.” he commented.

Almost instantly, she burst into tears.

“Oh, it’s just so terrible...” she trailed off.

Kuroo swallowed as he looked at her.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Kenma, he...he’s not here!” she exclaimed.

Kuroo felt his heart begin to pound against his rib cage.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I...I found a note in his room...I think he ran away...” she spoke in between sobs.

His heart dropped.

“I need to see it for myself.” he said before stepping into the house and making his way over to the staircase.

“Ah! Wait up, Tetsurou!” Chinatsu called out as she took off after him.

He raced up the stairs and stormed down the hall to Kenma’s room. The bedroom door was open slightly when Kuroo approached it, stepping into the room.

The room was abnormally clean, the window open to let a cool breeze blow through. It felt like Kenma had never slept in there, to begin with.

His eye caught a yellow piece of paper sitting atop the bed sheets. He made his way over to it, picking it up and reading what was written on it.

I need to disappear for a while. I don’t know when I’ll come back, but I just need to be alone. I’ll try and contact you once I get settled in. I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. Also, make sure to tell Kuro not to worry about me. I’ll be fine. Also, make sure he’s not lonely. I’ll become worried if that’s the case. Again, I truly am sorry.

-Kenma

Kuroo felt a constricting pain in his chest as he read the note. He felt himself begin to choke up as he heard Chinatsu speak.

“Tetsurou?” she called out, reaching to place a hand on his shoulder.

He stiffened at the touch.

“I...I need to be alone for a little bit. Can you please go downstairs and comfort Mrs. Kozume for me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Oh...yes, of course...” she trailed off.

She removed her hand from his shoulder and she left the room. As soon as she left, something warm and wet began trickling down his cheek. He reached up to swipe it away and realized that he was crying.

“What the...why am I...?” he wondered out loud, his voice was thick with tears.

Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he stared at the note again.

He had trouble pinpointing what caused him to start crying. He didn’t know if it was the note Kenma left behind, how empty his room was, or the fact that Kenma had run away to begin with, but it was something about this situation that cued the waterworks.

A lump had begun to form in his throat as he tried to think of what made Kenma decide to run away. He knew that Kenma had been acting strangely as of late, but he couldn’t think of anything specific that would upset Kenma enough to push him to leave. But, for some reason, he felt like it had something to do with him.

The thought stung a little.

He swallowed, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat as he continued silently crying.

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Kuroo had decided to help find Kenma.

He went to places where he felt Kenma would be at, turning up with nothing each time.

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.

Months turned into years.

Eventually, Kuroo just...gave up.

Maybe Kenma didn’t want to be found, he would tell himself sometimes.

And that hurt more than anything in the world.

❤️🖤❤️🖤

-Ten Years Later-

Kenma finished pulling his hair back into a small ponytail as there was a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in.” he called out.

The door opened to reveal a male with curly black hair and blue eyes behind white-rimmed glasses.

“Are you almost ready? We have to get going to the venue.” the male asked.

“I know, Keiichirou.” Kenma replied.

He gave himself one last look in the mirror, watching himself in the tuxedo that he wore. He found that he had changed quite a bit, choosing to stick with black hair and he had gotten two, silver hoop helix piercings two years ago. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip before standing up.

“Alright, let’s go.” he said, turning to face Keiichirou.

“Alright.” Keiichirou replied.

Kenma’s hand slipped into Keiichirou‘s as they stepped out of the room. They headed out of the apartment and proceeded to take the elevator down to the lobby.

“So...” Kenma watched the floor numbers decrease. “You were saying that the engagement party is for one of your coworkers, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. He proposed to her about two months ago.” Keiichirou explained.

“Oh...is that so...” Kenma trailed off.

They arrived at the lobby and they headed out towards Keiichirou’s vehicle, which was a deep blue Audi. They got in and Keiichirou began to drive them to the venue.

Soft music played on the radio. Keiichirou had his eyes on the road while Kenma stared out the window, watching the city lights whilst drumming his fingers along his clothed thigh.

Keiichirou released a small sigh as he turned onto the highway.

“You’re still not over him, are you?” he spoke.

Kenma’s breath hitched, his fingers coming to a stop. He rested his hand flat against his thigh as he continued staring outside.

“...I don’t know what you’re talking about, Keiichirou.” he stated.

“You do, Kenma. I’m talking about Kuroo.” Keiichirou said.

Kenma bit his lip, thoughts of Kuroo beginning to swirl through his mind. A single day hadn’t gone by when he didn’t think of him. He wondered if Kuroo worried about him, if he had tried searching for him.

When Kenma had gone to the States with Hinata and Kageyama for college, he had met Keiichirou and decided to date him in order to distract himself from his feelings for Kuroo. Yes, he had developed some feelings for Keiichirou.

But, in the end, he could never love Keiichirou as much as he loved Kuroo.

“You know, you seemed like you were having a bad dream last night, so I tried to wake you up. Then, I heard you say Kuroo’s name. So, I kind of figured that you still aren’t over him.” Keiichirou commented.

“I’m over him. I’ve been over him for a long time now.” Kenma stated.

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you’re over him, Kenma.” Keiichirou said.

Kenma swallowed at Keiichirou’s request. He breathed a small sigh before turning to look at Keiichirou.

“I’m over him, Keiichirou. I don’t have feelings for him anymore.” he stated.

Keiichirou exited off the highway and stopped the car at a traffic light. He turned to look at Kenma, examining his features. He then shook his head.

“I can tell when you lie.” he reached out and poked at Kenma’s cheek. “You have this thing where you bite the inside of your mouth after you tell a lie.” he stated.

Kenma lowered his gaze, knowing that he couldn’t fool him any longer.

Damn him for choosing to date a psychologist.

“You don’t need to feel bad, Kenma. I knew that this was going to happen eventually. Besides, you only began dating me because you wanted to stop thinking about Kuroo.” Keiichirou stated.

“But Keiichirou, I—“ he cut Kenma off.

“I know. You did begin to develop feelings for me at some point, but in the end, your feelings for Kuroo overpower your feelings for me.” the light turned green and Keiichirou turned left. “You know, I’ve been thinking this over for a while, but...I think we should break up.” he stated.

Kenma watched Keiichirou in surprise.

“Keiichirou—“

“I just don’t think it’s fair for me to be with you when it’s obvious your heart belongs to someone else. So, after tonight, we’ll break up.” the engagement party venue, which was a fancy hotel that looked like it came straight out of Paris, came into view. “I’ll begin to move everything out and I’ll just stay by a friend of mine until I’m able to find a place for myself. So, you don’t have to worry about moving out or anything.” Keiichirou explained.

Kenma wanted to say something in response, but decided not to as Keiichirou pulled into a parking spot. He cut the engine and the two of them got out of the vehicle.

“...I’m sorry.” Kenma apologized.

“You don’t need to apologize, Kenma.” Keiichirou replied as they made their way into the hotel.

“Okay...” Keiichirou pulled out the invitations from his tuxedo pants pocket and he looked them over. “So, the engagement party is being held on the second floor in the Mockingbird Ballroom...” he trailed off.

Keiichirou led Kenma up a spiral staircase to the second floor and they headed down the hall towards the ballroom. Kenma observed the vintage decorations in the hallway as they approached the ballroom. Keiichirou pushed the door open and they walked in.

The venue gave off an elegant feel with the fancy decor used to decorate the venue. There were many people crowded around by tables, conversing casually with one another.

Kenma swallowed as he looked around at his surroundings. He had never done well in social situations and this time wasn’t any different.

He then felt Keiichirou slip his hand into his own.

“It’ll be fine. Just stay close to me.” Keiichirou said.

Kenma slowly nodded as he let Keiichirou lead the way.

“Hm, I can’t seem to find Heisuke...” Keiichirou spotted someone up ahead. “Ah, that’s one of my coworkers. Maybe she knows where he is.” he cleared his throat. “Hashimoto-san!” he called out.

Hashimoto turned, smiling upon seeing Keiichirou.

“Ah, Tachibana-kun!” she responded.

She nudged the male standing beside her and said something to him as Keiichirou and Kenma got closer.

Kenma couldn’t help but notice that the male next to Hashimoto looked oddly familiar. The male turned and then, Kenma felt his breath catch.

The same hairstyle.

The same eye color.

The same facial features.

Kenma couldn’t mistaken him for anyone else. It was him.

Kuroo looked just as surprised the moment they locked eyes. His hazel eyes were wide as he continued to stare at him.

Hashimoto smiled as she waved.

“Hi, Tachibana-kun!” she greeted as she moved in to hug him.

As Hashimoto and Keiichirou engaged in small talk, Kenma found himself gazing at Kuroo.

Kuroo looked like he didn’t change much in the past ten years. From his hairstyle to the build of his body, he looked like the Kuroo he had known from way back then.

All at once, his feelings for him sprung up to the surface. He felt tears begin to fill up in his eyes as Keiichirou spoke.

“Ah, I should probably introduce you guys. This is—“

“Kenma...” Kuroo trailed off.

“K...Kuro...” Kenma breathed out.

A look of surprise momentarily flashed through Keiichirou’s eyes, but it quickly vanished as he cleared his throat.

“Do you two...know each other?” he asked.

“Yeah. We’re childhood friends.” Kuroo replied.

“Is that so...” Keiichirou trailed off.

Kenma noticed how Hashimoto was eyeing him curiously and suddenly, he felt very uncomfortable.

“Ah, I’m thirsty. I’m going to go get something to drink.” Kenma looked at Keiichirou. “I’ll be back.” he said.

Keiichirou nodded.

“Alright.” he replied.

He brought Kenma’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as Kenma’s hand slipped out of Keiichirou’s. Kenma failed to notice the look that crossed Kuroo’s face as he disappeared into the crowd.

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After downing three glasses of red wine, Kenma found himself on a balcony overlooking the hotel’s courtyard with a bottle of wine that he snuck out from the ballroom.

He hiccuped, clumsily popping off the cork and taking a swig as he leaned against the balcony banister. He let out a yawn as he heard a voice call out to him from behind.

“Finally found you.”

Kenma didn’t respond as he watched Kuroo move to stand next to him out of the corner of his eye. Kuroo rested his arms against the balcony’s banister, leaning against it.

“It’s been a while. Ten years, to be exact.” Kuroo shot a glance in Kenma’s direction. “How have you been?” he asked.

“Meh...been fine, I guess...” Kenma mumbled, eyes trained on the fountain in the courtyard.

“Is that so...” Kuroo trailed off.

Kenma brought the bottle back to his lips, taking another swig from it as Kuroo spoke.

“That guy...who exactly is he?” Kuroo asked.

“Mmmm...my ex...” Kenma mumbled.

“Your ex?” Kuroo arched a brow in confusion. “With the way he was holding and kissing your hand, it didn’t seem like he was your ex.” he pointed out.

“Iz cuz we broke up on the ride here...also...” Kenma turned his head to the side to look at him. “The hell do you care...? Go back to your chick or something and stop bugging me...” he grumbled.

“My chick?” Kuroo questioned.

“You know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout...” Kenma hiccuped, pushing himself away from the balcony. “If you ain’t gonna go, then I’ll just go first.” he said.

He took a small swig from the bottle before turning on his heel and beginning to walk away. As he was about to step back into the hotel hallway, he heard Kuroo call out to him.

“Why did you leave?”

Kenma turned, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed red.

“Huh...? What you talkin’ ‘bout?” he asked.

“Ten years ago. Why did you leave? You never contacted me or anyone else during that time. We all thought something had happened to you! I was worried out of my mind! So, why?! Why did you up and leave like that?!” Kuroo asked.

“I left because of you, you stupid Kuro!” Kenma snapped.

Kuroo blinked his eyes in surprise.

“What?” he questioned.

“You heard me! I left cuz of—hic!—you!” Kenma took another swig from the bottle. “These feelings...everything I felt towards you...it all hurt! It hurt and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it!” he shouted.

“Wait, what? Feelings? Kenma, I don’t think I—“

“Goddammit, Kuro, I’m in love with you!” he threw the bottle on the ground, letting it smash into pieces as tears streamed down Kenma’s cheeks. “I’ve been in love with you for so goddamn long that I can’t even remember when I started feeling this way towards you! I wanted to confess to you so badly, but I feared that if I did, you would find me disgusting and end our friendship! So, I kept quiet about it. And then...And then that stupid girl came into the picture and when...and when Lev told me you were dating her, I couldn’t take it anymore! I stopped coming to school because I didn’t know how I would’ve reacted if I had seen you with her. I felt like I was going to become a hindrance to your relationship and I just decided to up and, well, leave. I tried getting over you, I really did. Hell, I even began dating Keiichirou when I had gone to the States with Hinata and Kageyama and yet, I couldn’t let you go. I wanted to stop loving you, but here I am, still in love with you!” he screamed.

Kuroo could only stare as Kenma dissolved into sobs, hugging himself tightly.

“You’re...in love with me...” he trailed off.

“You see...?” Kenma hiccuped. “You’re disgusted, I knew you would be...!” he shouted.

“I’m not disgusted! It’s just...I wasn’t expecting the reason behind your disappearance was because of that...” Kuroo trailed off.

Kenma snorted.

“That? That’s all it is to you? Just that?” Kenma let out a halfhearted chuckle. “I figured it wouldn’t mean much to you...” he said.

He diverted his gaze to the ground.

“Go back to that girl you were with...I just need some time to compose myself—“

“Kenma.”

“What n—“ Kenma drew in a gasp as Kuroo strode over to him.

He began backing up until his back hit the balcony door and Kuroo pinned him to it, cupping his head and leaning in. Kenma had little time to react as Kuroo captured his lips in a kiss.

Kenma’s eyes widened in shock, tears spilling down his cheeks. He moved his hands to try and push Kuroo away, but he found his hands fisting themselves in Kuroo’s coat as Kuroo pulled away.

“I really wish you had said something ten years ago.” Kuroo said.

“Huh...?” Kenma questioned in surprise.

“If you had just confessed to me ten years ago, then we wouldn’t be here right now. We could’ve been together by now. Hell, we could’ve even be married at this point.” Kuroo stated.

“I don’t understand what you mean...how could we possibly date and get married if you were with that—“

“I never loved her, okay?! I only dated her out of pure convenience!” Kuroo cupped Kenma’s cheeks. “The only reason I was with her to begin with was because I thought you didn’t like me back! Can’t you see, Kenma?! The person that I’m in love with is you!” he shouted.

Kenma blinked up at him, heart beating rapidly against his rib cage.

“You...love me...?” he whispered out.

“I always have and I always will, Kenma.” Kuroo said.

Kenma choked on a sob as Kuroo leaned in, pressing their foreheads together.

“I...I love you so, so much, Kuro...” he said in between sobs.

“I know you do. I love you just as much, Kenma.” Kuroo said before closing the distance between them.

#kurokenweek #kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #original characters (ocs)#haikyuu!!#day 5 #pining or swap au #i chose pining #mutual pining #angst #endgame is kuroken i promise

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Quit coddling him, Twilight, you’re starting to not be helpful

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“Father?” We’re gonna need Maury Pony on this matter

Okay, Pinkie’s being the right kind of extra this episode

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Man, it hate when a mother has to abandon their child

I like their change in design for this flashback

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I kinda wish this prison existed, reminds me of Cave Story

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Ouch, Spike, way to slam a door in your best friend’s face

Fuck, he shattered her heart. That’s cold

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He’s not the father? Colored me shocked!

HE AIN’T THE FATHER!

Okay, that was a tender moment. I’m glad Twilight, Smolder, and Spike came off as reasonable sides to a debate about one’s heritage. And I love that while Twilight did want to step in before Spike got himself into some bad news, she let him figure things out for himself because her awareness of Dragon culture was little compared to Smolder, who helped Spike understand a perspective he wanted to be familiar with this whole time.

But honestly, the impact of this episode would’ve been a lot greater if that asshole was Spike’s father. I say it would’ve taught kids that while parents can be there for you, great parents, unless reasonably otherwise, would stand by your lifestyle/choices regardless of what they might think or how good it may feel that they’re in your life (again). If they aren’t there for you because you like being this or that kind of person, then they aren’t being good parents and you shouldn’t put up with them anymore. Just saying, this would’ve really hit home with kids having issues with their identity, if this makes sense. This ain’t a bad episode, per se, but it could’ve been better.

Pillows are always the best. Never forget that, people.

So what’s the moral of the story, ya’ll? Well, when it comes to heritage, you don’t have to embrace it just because you weren’t born into it. Just because you’re a Dragon, Yak, African, Hispanic, or whichever, doesn’t mean you’re indebted to upholding a code of some kind, especially when it comes to family. Nothing wrong with celebrating your roots, but you or anybody else shouldn’t force yourself to be someone different just because it feels right or natural. You are who you are, and while there might be some awkward glances, you stand tall and if your friends and close family are behind you along the way, don’t shut them out unless they steer you wrong.

MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Familial Understanding

#Father Knows Beast #mlp #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp season 8 #cartoons #thoughts #advice #Good Stuff

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Belladonna Edison’s Journal No. 1

I heard that the love of my life is dead.

Emmy was murdered, they said. I heard of how brutal it was when the police driver relayed it to me in his squad car. I couldn’t do anything then but cry and wonder about the why’s and the who’s.

He was such a good man, kind-hearted, loving, accepting, compassionate, and beautiful - absolutely beautiful. Why would anyone harm him when he’s done them no wrong?

“Maybe I could try helping you with remembering anything that I can about possible suspects, officer.” I offer, trying to hide my grief behind a big, helpful smile.

“We would still need your statement, Ms. Edison, when we-“the officer started but I interjected quickly with a “how about I start now so we can finish early?”

I did not wait for his reply and started my retelling of our love story in the hopes that I may find something that could help in the investigation.

“I first met Emery Coen in the autumn of ’09. I saw him in a Halloween party that’s oh! What do you know?” I craned my neck to look behind us. “That’s where the party was held!”

The police officer glared at me through the rear view mirror. I guess he didn’t like the way I giggled. Emmy liked it though, that’s why I love him. He accepted and loved me when no one did.

“Anyways, I was dressed as a horror movie victim. I was sitting alone on one of the couches there and that’s when I saw him.” I took a moment (or maybe more) to smile at the memory. It made me feel turquoise, happy tendrils of color going through my body.

“Emmy was gorgeous, his light halo of hair was gelled down, a three piece suit hugged his muscular body. His laugh was just so cute but then it turned..“ I twisted my mouth, ”…weird. He was looking around every once and a while and I swear I would’ve done anything to make him laugh again. I would’ve killed the one that made him stop laughing like he did. But it came to me that it must have been because I haven’t introduced myself yet.

“So, I went and walked over to introduce myself. His friends all tried to be friendly but I didn’t care about them. I cared about how he was holding hands with–Aine.” I spat out the name like it was the most vile thing in the world, and she was.

“I thought that she was my friend! But she looked right through me like that was the first time she saw me. Whatever!” I was raising my voice maybe a bit too much but she tried to harm my Emmy.

“Her death grip on my Emmy’s hand was hurting him. He looked so uncomfortable; I wanted to just take him away from everyone. Maybe it was her, Officer. Maybe she just couldn’t take that Emmy loves me, not her. Stricken with so much grief on losing him, she murdered him so that no one else can have him.”

The officer just hummed at the road in front of him. “Maybe you could’ve been a greeeaaaat detective.” I’m still not sure but I think he sassed me. Silence ballooned between us after his /little/ comment and it was awhile before I even took a breath. “If there was such a thing as forever, Emmy and I would’ve started earlier if Tera wasn’t there when I confessed.”

I stared blankly out of the window for a while, it was such a shame that Tera had to go sooner than I originally planned. I would give anything to have her friendship back. I would still give absolutely everything to have Emmy back though.

The officer cleared his throat and I snapped back to reality.

“Ms. Edison, are you alright back there?” his annoying, gritty voice was laced with concern. {wow}

“Yes, shall I continue my story?” he replied with an uninterested hum but I know that deep in his vested chest that he cared about what I had to say. “Morning light looks really pretty when light sheets of rain go through it. Like there are little rainbows everywhere you look and you know! It just makes everything seem much more special. But in reality nothing is and everything you did, everything you were proud of would just be gone-be just one big mistake. That’s how it felt.

“I saw Tera and Emmy together that August morning in 2014. They looked so content just being in each other’s company.” I sighed wearily and looked out the little town slowly rolling outside the squad car. It was too sunny for me. The nauseating hue was offending my very being. Nothing should be this bright when Emmy’s not here. Heck, I don’t think that anything has been dull ever since he’s been gone. Not even hospital gowns and bleached sheets. Everything is so sharp and crisp nowadays, don’t you agree, doctor? “I wanted-I wanted.” I didn’t even realize then that I was crying until I felt my throat constricted and dry. I swallowed to relieve my throat and continued on, “I wanted to- to be her so much. I wanted to be the-the re-receiving end of a gaze as-as-as loving as his. I did-didn’t want to be just the obsidian blue he sees me as. I wanted him to be as blue as his eyes are for me. I wanted him to hold my han-hand as carefully as he held hers. I wanted so much… "But I’m not Te-Tera and no matter what I do I would never be the great person she was nor the best friend she was to me even after my confession.” “What happened when you confessed, Ms. Edison?” the Officer did care after all, however I was so shocked then that I gaped at him before closing my mouth and properly answering him. “Well, I went to their booth and-and tried to get Emery to at least /remember/ me. But he kept on moving away and denying that he had even seen me before and called me /insane/.” I spat out bitterly. “Then I did the only thing I thought that would get through him.” I paused for breath. “I confessed my love for him.” The static white started to calm down behind my eyes. Just a calm, unmoving snowy white remained to cool my heart. “I lost control when I saw red bleed out to a fine pink. Not just the neon pink that wants to get your attention, it was the blood-in-water hue that could awaken monsters inside anyone. Do you know what I’m talking about, Officer?” He didn’t answer me again as the radio comm crackled into life for the nth time but that annoying voice was for him. I can’t remember what it was exactly that the other officer on the other end of the comm said but it was something about the transportation of a criminal? I don’t want to focus on that though. The silence was suffocating and I just let it brew for awhile. Just to get his full attention back. “I got kicked out of that Starbucks. I still do regret getting kicked out but it’s fine since there are better coffee shops out there. Although, it’s getting annoying that they’re starting to take over my little hometown with how many stores there are. There’s even one where they have a drive-thru! Who needs a drive-thru for a coffee shop?” I try to “lighten” the mood. “Well, there are people who are too busy to go down from their vehicle to go and get coffee.” the Officer explained. I think he was trying to entertain me to keep me away from our previous topic. He must’ve gotten what I meant. That would actually be impressive since no one ever got what I mean when I tell them about my emotions. Doctor, I hope that you could get it too. It’ll be easier for me to tell you what you want if you actually understand me. I let out a little puff of amusement and he laughed awkwardly. “Do you know what blue means, Officer?” “Well, it could mean a lot of things for different people like how it’s serenity or peace or even sadness in different flowers. It just depends on what kind you are.” “Well, for me it means love.” “Would you care to explain, Ms. Edison?” “My mom used to explain it to me when I was a kid like–I think so just because the clear sky is blue. If the sky is blue, it means that there’s no storm-no conflict. It means everyone is happy. No one is malcontent, no one is selfish, that everyone is given what they need and not what they want.” I wanted to smile, I really did but my mouth just wasn’t cooperating and the static was coming back up. “When I asked her what she would symbolize herself as when I was in high school, she answered ‘the sea’. She told me since I was the sky, and the sea reflects the sky and she feels whatever I’m feeling; it was the perfect match. I wonder if she also felt that pink run through her veins when I felt it. "It wouldn’t have mattered even then though. She’s already resting in heaven in a well-deserved vacation with the saints. "You know, after the confession, I never felt blue again for a few months. I didn’t understand how he could’ve smiled like he did when he got the daffodils I sent him but not when I was actually talking to him. "I couldn’t even dream normally. The colors were all distorted and nothing moved realistically. It was like seeing a colorful but colorblind shadow puppet show. I kept on feeling static white with splashes of reddish hues and violet purple blurbs that came to life too. It was like Emmy shattered my mind and it just bled to my body.” My hands were fists on my lap as I recollected the nightmares I went through after the confession. Luckily, I didn’t have to do it alone, Doctor. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t my promise to her. Thank her if she does go and visit because by the time I think I’m finished with this assignment, I wouldn’t be wearing just marigolds on my hair. “Tera tried to help me even after me almost hurting her. She’s such a kind, compassionate person. I don’t think I can do anything to pay back my favor. If that even was a favor.” By that, I meant that she came to me when I was still blaming her so bad, I almost did something…unfortunate for both sides. But you know what, Tera continues to be a role-model for me. Even if I hated her at first, I’m glad I didn’t act on my first instinct. She might be the last person I would betray but I’ve already failed on that one so what about a few more secrets? Well, she told me that she also had a crush on Emery a looong, long time ago. That there wasn’t anyone on the planet that wouldn’t have fell for his charms except if you were a “cold-hearted bitch”. She got over it and if she could do it, maybe /I/ could do it too. I was always obsidian but never blue. I couldn’t get to that right shade that would be the very meaning of love. Maybe it’s not in the color spectrum that I see? I maybe blind to the very thing that I need and want the most. This means that I don’t even have the right capacity to even do a very basic human skill. I can’t feel blue. I felt pink but never red. I never had the patience to end where and when I needed something to end. I don’t have a hobby. I never liked the program I went to in college, I didn’t have the patience to even take a bath for too long but for the first time in a long time, I really wanted him to stay with me. Red filled my very being and made me feel alive.

#abso-fucking-lootlee #here it is!#it's unfinished and yeah #i want to finish it but idk where it goes anymore #original work

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