Usamamo specifically crystal Tokyo usamamo if thats okay!
HIII SORRY I FORGOT... i got 2 asks for this so i hope yall enjoy…. finally the usamamo trilogy is complete
And Here’s To 103 More!
neo queen serenity/king endymion
“we could move the anniversary dinner to every 10 years..” she had said lowly after seeing her beloved husband struggle with preparing the food the third year in a row, this was their 103rd anniversary.. and for the first 100 years he had been doing perfectly.
since the birth of small lady, she admitted things had gotten more hectic and their previous romantic words shared on this day had turned into more and more ashamed apologies from him even with constant reassurance she didn’t mind.
though she didn’t really want to celebrate their anniversary less frequently, as she savored these evenings more than anything else in the world and wouldn’t want them any less, serenity would still rather see endymion at peace when celebrating their love instead of being so clocked out after what was supposed to be a relaxing evening together that he’d fall asleep atop the covers with his tuxedo still on.
“no!” he exclaimed in terror, almost dropping the knife in his hand chopping up the celery.
he put it away and turned around quickly, “usako, stress is my comfort.” endymion told her, hand stroking her cheek, it took everything in her power to resist melting into it. she needed to stand her ground.
serenity got on her tip-toes to kiss him sweetly, hands gliding to his waist which seemed to catch him off guard enough to fall forwards a little. her fingers rounded his waist, soft noises making its way out of his throat as she softly undid the ribbon of his apron.
throwing her arms around his back, she gave him one last passionate kiss, and slid it off his head on the way back.
taking a step back proudly, she put it on, tying the ribbon as tightly she could around her waist without hurting herself. she enjoyed the stupid look on his face as he tried to figure out what had just happened.
she gripped his shoulders and steered him down into her chair at the kitchen table. “i’ll finish dinner”, she said, with the tone she would use when addressing her subjects to make sure he listened.
he blushed, sprawled below her. “but i still need to put on my suit..” he hesitated, brushing his pants.
“no, stay. if anything you need less clothes on” she retorted, and turned around before he could answer.
endymion nodded cautiously to only himself as he watched his gorgeous wife of 103 years get to work on dinner with way more grace then he had ever managed to himself.
