My name is Pippa, but I also go by Pearl ! I have no preference in what you call me. I use she/they pronouns for now, and again, no prefrence. The banners in this image were made by racing airplanes.
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some Jleo royalty AU for @pearlsstims for the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri event!
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Joe heard the door to her office creak open as she dipped her quill into an ink bottle and continued writing.
Joe glanced at the doorway. “I'm working on some important correspondence, and I'd rather not be interrupted while I...” she trailed off once she registered who it was that was standing at the entrance to her office. “Oh, howdy, your majesty!”
“Hi, Joe,” King Cleo replied with a chuckle. It was dark in the hallway outside, so they were illuminated only by the candles burning on Joe's desk. The flickering light made the crown on their head shimmer gently, and caused their hair to appear alive with a fire within, almost like it were made out of snakes. Cleo was always a sublime sight, Joe thought, but especially now. “What could you possibly still be writing at this hour?”
“Well, I'd sent out letters yesterday announcing the new ruler to our most important neighbors, and Lord Doc immediately sent back a re-declaration of independence, so now I'm just poring over these letters trying to figure out if I accidentally implied re-dependence of the Perimeter to Hermiton anywhere, and...” she sighed. “Yeah. So I'm gonna be here for another hour, probably.”
“And you think you'll do a better job at that now than in the morning, after a good night's sleep? I'm sure Doc won't mind if our response comes two days later rather than one.” Cleo had walked over to Joe by this point, and wrapped their arms around her shoulders. “Okay, he'll mind. But he won't actually do anything about it. Come, join me in my room.”
And, well, Joe wasn't about to argue with her king's request-- nor with the warm feeling of their arms around her. So she put away her quill, sealed off the inkwell, and got up. Cleo kissed her on the forehead, then grabbed her hand and started walking.
They passed through the dimly lit hallways of the castle that had up until recently belonged to King Ren the Dog. Cleo hadn't staged a coup, exactly-- they'd just waited for a mob of commoners to depose the king, then when the dust had settled down, gently suggested to the rebel leaders that they try again with a mostly-new royal court and some more laws in favor of helping the people, rather than feeding the king's decadence. That also meant significantly less servants in the castle; which is how Cleo and Joe were able to walk around with their hands clasped, and no worries about gossip spreading.
“Whatever happened to the royal Hotguy, anyways?” Joe asked conversationally as the two of them entered the king's bedroom.
“Scar? He's still in jail.” Cleo set their crown on a pillow on their nightstand, and fell down onto their king-sized bed with a sigh. “I have no intention of releasing him anytime soon, to be honest. He was a bit too loyal to Ren for my tastes.” They yawned. “Why'd you ask?”
“Oh, just thinking about our... arrangement,” Joe replied, sitting down on the side of the bed and leaning backwards, letting her head rest on Cleo's belly. The two of them had sort of a reverse Hotguy situation on their hands; instead of a lover who was 'secretly' an assassin, Joe was a letterer who was secretly the king's lover. They'd carefully kept their relationship secret while they were both ministers under Ren; it'd be taboo for two ministers to be courting one another. But the situation had changed so much, Joe wasn't sure where she stood anymore. Although she did know where she laid-- in Cleo's bedroom-- so she wasn't too worried about it.
“Yeah, me too,” replied Cleo, as they ruffled Joe's hair with one hand. They took a deep breath, as if about to say something, then released it slowly again.
After about a minute they spoke. “You didn't even tell me about Doc's letter before writing a reply. It's almost like you're ruling the kingdom already.”
“Yeah, sorry, I just figured you were probably busy and I could... wait, what do you mean 'already'?” Joe replied, lifting her head to look Cleo in the eyes.
They smiled nervously, then sat up and left the bed. Joe sat up as well, curious as to where this was going. Cleo rummaged through the drawer of their nightstand, and said: “I assume you know this by now, but I love you, Joe.”
Joe nodded. “I love you t-”
“And although prior circumstances have made it impossible,” they continued, pulling a small box out of the drawer and walking around the bed until they were next to Joe, “I think we're long overdue for this.” They got onto one knee and opened the box, which contained a small ring studded with a single bright green emerald.
“Joe, will you marry me and become the queen of Hermiton?”
Joe blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then blurted out: “Can we do that?!”
“Yeah, a'course we can. What are they gonna do about it, report us to the king?”
Then all at once, Joe's sense returned to her and she exclaimed: “Oh- yes! Yes, of course I want to marry you!” She rushed forwards to embrace Cleo, nearly falling off of the bed in doing so; but Cleo stood up and leaned into the hug, catching her in the process.
Joe thought nothing at all as Cleo loaded her with kisses; her head was filled with a buzz of glee. They weren't going to keep their relationship secret any longer. They were going to announce it to the whole world, even! Cleo dropped onto the bed, and Joe flopped down next to them, still in their arms.
“I think my brain just stopped working,” Joe said after a minute of blissful silence.
Cleo giggled. “That's impressive, knowing you,” they said.
“I can't believe it never occurred to me that we can just... get married now.” Joe draped her arm around Cleo's shoulder. “So when should we have the wedding?”
Cleo rolled onto her back and shrugged. “I dunno. It doesn't have to be big, I think. The people might appreciate if the royal wedding looks like that of some regular people.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. We should probably still invite the leaders of other regions though... I'm gonna have to write invitations-”
“No.” Cleo grabbed Joe's arm, as if to physically stop her, though she wasn't moving. “You're not allowed to turn this into more work for yourself, Joe. I forbid it.”
“What? How is this my fault? You're the one proposing, did you think we wouldn't invite anybody?”
“Well yes, we will, but writing the invitations won't be your job anymore,” Cleo noted. “When you're queen, we'll hire a new letterer.”
“...Well maybe I want to write those letters,” Joe replied petulantly. “If I'm gonna be queen, you can't tell me what to do anymore. The king doesn't outrank the queen.”
“Then I'm asking you as your wife. Just relax and enjoy this, love.”
And here, in bed with her betrothed and no one around to judge them, for once that was no trouble for Joe.
joe has some sort of effect radius around him where people completely ignore him . they dont listen to him . they edit him out of their videos . its insane what is it about him
The second edition of mcyt yuri week is now ready to get started!
Same as last time, we're all just here to add in some sapphic content to the mcyt fan space! You're free to do this however you like: visual art, writing, stimboards, moodboards, poetry- whatever you want!
Feel free to send in whatever questions you feel you need answered, asks are always open!
Our archive is available here so you can look at all the amazing work people have done so far :D
This week, MCYT Yuri Week: Valentines, is going to run from Monday, Febuary 12th, to Sunday, Febuary 18th!
The prompts for this week, in order, are:
12th: Sun/Moon
13th: Royalty/Knight
14th: QPR/Aromance
15th: Grief/Revenge
16th: Rose/Thorns
17th: Outfit swap/cosy
18th: Colourful/achromatic
This week's tag is #mcytyuriweekvalentines, but don't forget to still @ us here in your posts!
I, mod LE will be happy to answer any questions you want privately answered! You can get me at @eyelessfog :D
goodnight hermitcraft season 9. goodnight twinkle trash, goodnight scarland, goodnight deepfrost citadel looming in the distance, goodnight perimeter announcements, goodnight armor stands, goodnight museums, goodnight soup group, goodnight joe hill’s pinball machine, goodnight hall of all, goodnight hermitcraft tcg, goodnight ugly as sin starter house. sleep well i love you
