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Royal Advisor!Nanami who you can't help but grow more and more fond of. You try to tell yourself it's simply because you knew that you could trust and rely on him, that he was good at his job and at being your confidant. But eventually, when you found yourself absentmindedly admiring the sharpness of his jaw, or how handsome he looked in the light of the lit library fireplace, you started to realize your fondness of him wasn't entirely friendly or appropriate considering your position. As more time went on, and you slowly allowed yourself to accept these feelings, you started noticing how he behaved and acted around you as well. You started noticing how he sought you out at times, just to be in your presence, how he protected you on instinct even when it wasn't necessary, how he listened to your rambles on the books you likes even when he had no interest in that, everything. It gave you hope, hope that you were reluctant to accept, that perhaps your newly-acknowledged feelings weren't unrequited. With that hope, you started to think of ways to finally get the truth, preferably without offering your whole heart beforehand.

Royal Advisor!Nanami who had disliked most of his previous positions. He became a soldier because of duty, and rose up in ranks because he was efficient, disciplined, and strategic. Even then, he only accepted those promotions because they allowed him to live a good life, and because he felt it was his duty to take on the jobs he was the best man for. Even when he accepted the position of royal advisor, his original motivation for doing so was because he felt he could improve certain aspects of the council and royal government.

Royal Advisor!Nanami who wouldn't admit to anyone, not even himself, that he liked this position the most because of you. Even though his duties were plentiful, and he dealt with frustrating and persistent nobles on a daily basis, he enjoyed being your advisor. He enjoyed being the one you spent most of your time, the one you confided in, the one who's opinion you valued above all else. He found himself enjoying spending time with you, whether for duties or for leisure. In fact, his favorite part of the day was when he would meet you in the library after supper. At first, it had been a coincidence that you both were there at the same time, but it quickly became habit. Despite spending most of your days together, you two would still meet every night after dinner, in the peace of quiet of the library, where neither of you were burdened by the weight of your responsibilities. It was a small retreat that gave him immense comfort, just as it did for you.

Royal Advisor!Nanami who doesn't know how to explain the feeling in his chest when Satoru Gojo, the next-in-line to the Gojo throne, and a particularly important ally, visits your kingdom. Of course you welcome him with open arms, insist that he have the best care from the servants while he is here, and you even start preparations for a small ball to be thrown in his honor. Nanami wishes he could pretend the jealousy and anger he felt every time he saw Gojo anywhere near you didn't exist, wishes he could ignore the stabbing feeling he got every time he saw how well the two of you got along.

But he cannot.

Royal Advisor!Nanami knew that Gojo and you were friends in childhood, being allied kingdoms and all, and you still shared some things in common to this day. Primarily your status, as Gojo was set to be king of his own kingdom soon. Nanami couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that, politically, Gojo and you would make a perfect royal match. He couldn't deny that it would bring two strong kingdoms together, or even say that it would be a particularly dreadful marriage considering the two of you were at least friends. In fact, the longer that Gojo remained a guest in your kingdom, the more Nanami was forced admit to himself that a betrothal between the two of you would likely be a prosperous and good thing. Despite knowing the logic of it, it still made him feel nauseous and a bit resentful.

Which is exactly why Nanami all but freezes when one night, you ask him his opinion on such a matter.

"Do you think Satoru would be a good husband, Ser Kento?" You ask as the two of you stand side by side along the balcony connected to your chambers. Nanami doesn't look at you, forcing himself to remain composed. He tries to think, but two sides of himself are fighting against each other, and he finds it difficult to choose which side to answer with. On one hand, he wants to say that, yes, Satoru Gojo would be a perfect match for you. The kingdoms would be united, likely prosper and grow more powerful than any other kingdom around, and you wouldn't be stuck in horrible marriage without someone you barely know and/or can't stand.

On the other hand, however, he wants to say that Satoru Gojo would never deserve your hand in matrimony. Not because Gojo was unpleasant or bad, per say, but simply because you were so much more. To Nanami, no man, prince or not, would ever be worthy of your affections (not even himself). You deserve worship, devotion, love. To be looked at as if you hung the stars yourself. But Nanami couldn't just say that he thinks you should remain unwed forever just because no man would be worthy enough. Even he could see how that would be silly for a Queen to do, and how selfish it would be for him to suggest it.

His internal dilemma delayed his response, causing you to turn and look at him. Seeing that, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes. You had a small smile on your lips, one you always seemed to carry in his presence, and your eyes were soft, kind just like usual. He couldn't help but soften slightly himself upon looking at you. He cleared his throat, trying to remain his usual stoic-self.

"I think Prince Satoru would...be a great match, politically, your majesty. He will soon hold a powerful position, and it would be good to unite the two kingdoms." Nanami forced himself to say, despite the ache in his chest. He looked away, back to the stars to take a breath before he continued. "However, I will say, I do not think you should give up on your desire to marry for love, my Queen. Since you took the crown, you have fought many of the council members on this issue, and while I know that you and the prince are...friendly, and have much in common, I also know that...you do not love him." He adds, eyes remaining turned away. Your eyes remain on him, studying his profile, how the moonlight showers his handsome face. "But if you wish to marry him, then you as always have my full support." Nanami says after a period of silence, his voice tense as if he had to force the words.

Unknowing to him, your smile grows hearing the tone in his words. You hum, turning to look back to the night sky as well.

"I suppose you are correct, Kento, yet again. Satoru is a lovely man, and I enjoy talking to him about shared moments from our childhood. But I do not love him." You say swiftly. Nanami finally brings his eyes back to you. "And I imagine the fact that he is already betrothed to another is a good reason to avoid such ideas as well." You add, glancing at him with a mischievous looking grin. Nanami looks at you in confusion, having heard nothing of the prince being promised to another. And if that was so, why were you asking anyway? You held back a chuckle at the look on his face, turning to face him fully.

"I just wanted to see how you would react to such a proposition, Ken." You said, voice gentle but grin still present. Nanami looked at you in surprise, a light flush appearing on his ears at the fact that likely he hadn't done the best at hiding his true emotions on the matter.

"I'm not sure why that would be necessary, your majesty." He says, clearing his throat again. Perhaps he should see the physician about that.

"It was necessary, Ser Kento, because I wanted to try and see if you perhaps held the same affections for me that I do for you." You reply. Your smile softens, turning the slightest bit shy as you so boldly admit the feelings that you had tried hard to ignore for so long. His eyes widen, stoic facade failing as he stares at you, frozen once more.

There is a moment of tense silence, you heart racing as you wait for his response, wait to see if your admittance has either ruined your your relationship with your most trusted ally, or if it has set the path for a happier future. His heart is racing as he tries to come to terms with what your words meant. Affections? She holds affections for me? Does that mean that she feels for me how I have denied myself the right to feel for her? He is only broken from his own thoughts when he sees you fidget, very unlike yourself. He assess you on instinct, making sure you're okay before he realizes you had done so out of nerves, waiting for him to reply.

"My queen..." He starts, trying to find the words to say. "I am by no means deserving of your affections, your majesty. In fact, I think that no man alive would ever be worthy of such an honor. But...even though I have tried to deny them, I must admit, I do...return your feelings. And despite myself, I think I have harbored them for a long while." He says, a feeling of relief replacing the longing in his chest as he finally admits his love for his queen.

Your eyes light up, smile threatening to take over your face though you tried to remember yourself and not turn into some giddy teen. He can't help the small smile that takes place on his lips at the look on your face. So beautiful he thought. His hand twitches, hesitating to reach for you like he so desperately wants to, but slowly raising anyway when he tells himself to stop denying the truth of what he wants. He cradles your cheek, his touch light but telling of his reluctance to hold you as if you were his. Little did he know, that you already were.

His confidence grows when you lean into him, eyes fluttering a bit as you feel his warmth seep onto your skin, before you look into his own. He steps closer, so much so that you share the same air. The chill of the night is a stark contrast to the warmth he provides, and it makes you lean into his form just a little more.

"May I...may I kiss you?" He asks, voice practically a whisper, as if telling a secret only the two of you shared. Being so close, you could see the blush on his ears, though your sure it matched your own.

"Please do." You return his whisper, eyes shutting when he takes no time to connect your lips.

He kisses you softly, gently but not as if you are fragile, more as though you were precious. He kisses you as though he was savoring it, the plushness of your lips, the feeling of hold your body close to his own. It is soft and sweet, but the longing both of you felt (whether acknowledged or not), the feelings you both hold are clear, felt with every second that passed. It felt like forever before he finally pulled away, yet not nearly long enough for either of you.

As he looked down at you, a softness and openness to him that you had rarely seen, you couldn't stop yourself as another grin appeared.

"Perhaps your next promotion should be to King." You joked, though you meant your words entirely. He chuckles, eyes flicking across your face as if taking you in for the first time.

"As long as I am by your side, my title matters not." He responds, before pulling you in to another soft, loving kiss under the beautiful moonlight and twinkling stars.

Royal Advisor!Nanami who quickly becomes King Consort!Nanami, with little to no objection from the council since he was such a respected figure, so they didn't focus much on the fact that he wasn't a noble. They did object, however, when he asked for no coronation, not seeing a reason to host a large event for himself. He compromised on a wedding coronation, agreeing to be crowned and officially made King Consort on the same day he married you. Afterwards, of course, and he made sure they kept it quick. He simply wanted to get the formalities out of the way so that he could celebrate earning the title he had longed for a long time.

Your husband.

“you don't need to sound so pleased about it,” you huff. 

“ah, well, you know,” he says dryly. “rolling around in a field — it’s one of the simple joys in life.”

rays of sunlight thread a wavering halo behind kento and drive piercing arrows directly into your face; eyes watering, you tilt your head to avoid the worst of it. kento’s gaze is drawn to your motion, tracking up the expanse of your neck and resting on your lips for a beat too long before flitting back up to your eyes. 

aha. 

you reach out and let your fingers curl lazily in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him close. he follows you with ease though his guard is clearly still up; he’s automatically adjusting his weight so you remain firmly trapped as ever. truly a suspicious man.

your hand slides up his chest and to the back of his head, burying into his soft honeyed locks before you swallow up the space between you and yank him into a searing kiss.

he kisses you back instinctually even as a stifled noise of surprise escapes him, and still he isn’t letting up. you pull him even closer — close enough it feels like your bodies must surely meld into one — flatten your palms against the expanse of his back heated by the sun and your touch — kiss him harder, slower, deeper.

finally — finally — his muscles begin to relax against yours, lulled into a false sense of security. despite your ulterior motives, you can’t help but drown in him too, his name a sigh upon your lips. he kisses you with such unhurried leisure underneath the blazing blue of the summer sky… a bird’s pure trills lace the rising breeze; his scent fills your senses to the point of intoxication, reminiscent of times you’ve inhaled a breath buried in the soft curve of his neck — cedarwood, a touch of jasmine, bergamot; woody and spicy and light — his hands moving to cup your face and tilt it upwards, a soft exhale, shifting his weight to his knees… 

there.

you move like a whirlwind, taking advantage of his distraction to dislodge him entirely, rolling both of you around to seat yourself on top of him — indisputably reversing your positions from mere seconds ago.

“i win,” you say cheerily.

“you’re insane,” kento says. his voice is strained, his pupils blown; even so, they’re still fixed on you.

you pluck a blade of grass out of his hair. “maybe. but you love me.”

“i do,” he concedes with a sigh, though his attempt to summon a semblance of reluctance in his tone is half-hearted at most. 

and to reinforce it, lips curving upwards, he pulls you unwaveringly down towards him once more.

a second plane (blight on my digital footprint) has hit the tower (my blog)

the first being that giyuu oneshot i wrote ,, it's hidden away somewhere i'm sure

apologies for the 9/11 jokes ☹️ too soon ?

“you gotta admit he’s adorable.” lyla magically pops by his shoulder, in awe of the little shark.

well… the little guy is kinda cute, miguel thought.

jeff sniffs around, getting a sense of this strange place until his tail starts wagging. miguel’s eyebrows furrowed at that, a bit skeptical. suddenly, he runs and jumps around miguel’s office.

“¡ay coño, no!” miguel curses and tries to catch him but ultimately fails since jeff is a literal bouncing ball.

“nom! nom! nom!” jeff exclaims excitedly, jumping around.

“this is amazing.” lyla chuckles, recording the incident with her phone. “just wait until she sees him.”

that causes miguel to stop in his tracks. oh he knows exactly who lyla is referring to. you, his loving wife who loves cute animals, would go batshit crazy if you ever saw jeff.

“don’t let her in here—”

“too late.” lyla winks with a smirk then disappears as you enter the office with a loving smile that always melts his heart.

“hola, osito. how are you— OH MY GOD!”

well, shit.

your screaming startle jeff a little but ultimately smiles when he sees you, tail wagging more excitingly.

miguel sighs, holding out a cautious hand. “mi amor, espera—”

“EEEEE!” you squeal excitingly, rushing past your husband and straight towards the cute baby shark on the desk with your arms wide open and jeff happily jumps into them.

your husband, on the other hand, stands there with a dumbfounded expression as you spin around in glee with jeff in your arms. totally not feeling abandoned by his wife. this is probably the happiest miguel has ever seen you. although the sight is heartwarming, he can’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. he spoke too damn soon.

“oh my god!” you squeal happily, squeezing the baby shark in your arms. “you’re the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“nom! nom!” jeff smiles at you.

“what’s your name?”

“his name is jeff.” miguel cuts in, still lowkey kinda bothered that you’re still haven’t looked at him this entire time. he can’t ignore the achy feeling in his chest the longer he stares.

you can’t help but snort because that reminds you of an iconic phrase from a comedy movie you like.

“hi jeff, you’re mine now.”

the baby shark nods, smiling. “mrrr!”

“you’re not taking him.” miguel approaches, hands on his hips.

now you finally look at him but with a lowkey pissed off look he instantly recognizes. “of course i’m taking him, bye.”

“you can’t take him! he’s an anomaly!” he tries to reason with you as you’re already walking away with the baby shark. “he’ll start glitching the moment you walk out of here.”

“well then give him a watch.”

“no.”

“pretty please.”

oh for fuck’s sake.

ultimately, miguel does give jeff a watch. mainly so he doesn’t piss you off. also because of those gorgeous beady eyes of yours that he can never resist and make his knees weak.

although he’s skilled in masking his true feelings, miguel still can’t deny that achy feeling in his heart as he watches you walk away with jeff in your arms, cooing and smiling at the tiny guy. for the first time, his wife completely ignored him. no hug, no kiss. a tiny shark creature got all of that attention, not him.

at first, he thought it was temporary. you’d spend time with jeff, get to know him and gush about him since he is adorable after all, then he’ll be sent back to his correct universe and you will return to your husband who desperately misses you.

oh the dumbass was so wrong.

due to your pleads and despite his complaints, you continue hanging out with jeff and miguel is not super thrilled about it. before, you used to visit HQ to see your husband. now, you’ve come see that damn shark and spend the entire day with him. hang out in miguel’s office, wonder around the society, eating together in the cafeteria. it pissed miguel off a lot. this little shark is getting all the attention from his wife and not himself. of course miguel denied it and pretend he doesn’t care, that you simply just adore the little guy and there was nothing much to it.

but it never stops! even at home you babble about how adorable jeff is, talk about the things you do together, and wish he would live at home with you. oh miguel is a big grumpy bug, pouting when you aren’t looking because deep down he is jealous. is he jealous of a baby shark? yes. will he ever admit it to you? no, absolutely not. but after denying it for a while, miguel admits to himself. how could he not? the amount of time you spend with jeff only left a little for miguel. he misses how much you babbled about him just like the way you are with jeff now. he misses having your attention, now being replace by a damn shark.

a baby shark stole his wife.

what a fucking joke.

but the truth is, he misses you.

now here he is, staring at the multiple screens with a scowl like usual. the clicking of heels reaches his ears and he instantly knows it’s you. instead of turning around and greeting you with a loving smile, miguel continues looking and swiping through the screens.

“hi, osito.” you greet him sweetly, approaching his side and giving his arm a gentle loving squeeze.

he only lets out a low hum, not meeting your gaze which makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“what’s up?”

“nada.” his flat tone confuses you more.

gently tugging him by the bicep, you try to make him face you but miguel remains firmly in place.

“miguel, what’s wrong?”

“nada, just busy.” he shrugs off your hand, making your heart ache a little. “why don’t you go find your pet? bet he misses you.”

he’s referring to jeff. also, the jealousy in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. you let out a soft, sad sigh. you know you’ve been spending much time with jeff recently. honestly, you can’t help it because he’s just an adorable little guy. but you’re aware of these actions having consequences on your relationship. you’ve notice the sadness in miguel’s eyes when you venture off with jeff. it’s a little stab to the heart to hurt him like that. jeff may be adorable but you love miguel more than anything or anyone, he’s the love of your life. you can’t blame him for feeling jealous and upset. lately, you been dialing back time with jeff so you’d be with miguel but he’s been putting some distance between you as well. it hurt and only motivates you more to fix this little problem.

“precioso, mírame pro favor.”

damnit, you plead so sweetly like that makes his knees weak.

finally, miguel turns to look at you and his eyes widen seeing your sorrowful ones. practically making him feel guilty for acting so cold, distant, and basically an asshole towards you. he’s about to spill out apologies but you beat him first.

“i know i’ve been spending so much time with jeff and i’m sorry for making you feel ignored. i did get carried away and didn’t realize i was hurting you until later on, i’m sorry.”

fuck, he feels extra guilty. your sorrowful tone and eyes makes his chest ache. he appreciates your apology and already forgave you in a heartbeat yet miguel still feels like the bad guy here.

“i’m sorry too, mi reina.” he raises a hand to cup your cheek, heart fluttering when you lean into his touch. “for being an asshole, distancing myself. that hurt more than anything.”

you offer a sad smile. “just know i’ll always love you and you can always tell me how you’re feeling. okay?”

miguel nods, appreciating your caring words. “siempre, tu tambien amor.” bending down, he captures your lips with his in a soft kiss which you happily reciprocate.

“nom! nom!”

the cute familiar sound makes you and miguel turn to find jeff sitting on the desk smiling at you both. the sight melts your heart, including miguel’s now that he isn’t bothered by his presence.

“my baby~” leaving miguel’s hold, you approach jeff with open arms and he happily jumps into them.

for once, miguel smiles at heartwarming sight. seeing you so happy and caring with the baby shark warms his heart. you never mentioned about babies before but you definitely have motherly instincts towards jeff, caring for him as if he’s your baby. sure, it’s quite amusing caring for a literal shark yet jeff is adorable. besides spidercat, spider-plushie, and mayday, jeff is definitely one of the cutest things miguel has ever seen.

turning to face miguel, you find him smiling which warms your heart. with a smile, you walk back to your husband with jeff in your arms. the little shark smiles at miguel.

“mrrr!” he suddenly jumps into miguel’s arms, who is caught off guard for a moment but quickly catches him.

“awww he likes you.” you smile.

“well… i can’t really blame you, he is cute.” miguel admits, meekly smiling at the baby shark in his arms who smiles at him.

“mrrr!” jeff pokes his broad chest.

miguel’s brows furrowed for a sec. “what?”

the baby shark continues poking his chest.

“he wants a suit.”

“seriously?” miguel’s brows rise in surprise and amusement. “alright, we can make him one.”

jeff shakes his head and pokes his chest again. “mrrr.”

“ohhh he wants your suit!”

“my suit?” miguel looks at him and he nods happily. “por dios.”

eventually, miguel gifts jeff with a mini version of his suit. the two stand side by side, both clad in red and dark blue. jeff beams and twirls in his new suit excitingly. a mini version of the iconic spiderman 2099. the adorable sight melts your heart completely.

“aww my precious babies!” you snap a pic of them.

miguel rolls his eyes but smiles, cheeks flushed.

had to welcome the newest member to the society properly.

jeff also became his unofficial adoptive son thanks to your a thousand pleads (lets pretend jeff isn’t kate and gwen’s pet in this). back at your shared apartment, there is a whole cabinet dedicated to all of jeff’s favorite snacks and drinks. a tiny water bowl with his name on it near the kitchen island. in one corner of the living room, there is a little (dog) bed for him where jeff takes occasional naps. your home is conditioned to jeff’s needs whenever he visits and miguel isn’t against it, rather happy to see the little shark in his home and making his wife happy.

one day miguel found you and jeff in the kitchen making dinner. the baby shark helps you with grabbing whatever spices, vegetables, or utensils you need. it’s a usual routine for you two and miguel loves walking in to find you both.

“hi, osito. dinner is ready.” you greet your husband with a kiss.

miguel kisses back, leaving a hand on your hip. “gracias mi amor.”

“it was jeff’s idea to make tamales tonight.”

“mrrr!” jeff exclaims happily from the counter, smiling.

“great choice, jeff.” miguel smiles at him.

the baby shark smiles then jumps onto miguel’s arm, who catches him with one arm while the other is wrapped around your waist.

another night miguel comes home late from a tough mission, expecting you to be awake like usual because most times you wait for him despite his pleads for you to sleep, he calls out your name but no answer which leaves him confused a little. entering your shared bedroom, miguel is about to call your name again until he finds you and jeff asleep, cuddling in bed. jeff is snuggled against you and your arms are wrapped around him as you both doze off. the sight melts miguel’s heart. his precious wife peacefully sleeping with the baby shark in her arms.

“preciosa…” miguel whispers as he leans over and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead then covers you and jeff with the sheets, quietly shutting the door to not disturb your slumber.

miguel loves his little family.

⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀the suit idea is inspired by this cute artwork! btw this is a repost. if you saw this last week, no you didn’t lol.