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Olivia smiled to herself as the breeze blew gently through her hair, and and ruffled the edge of the cape she was mending. Marcy, the owner of said cape, sat on the edge of the koi pond next to her, blissfully kicking her legs back and forth while she watched the fish and sucked on a popsicle. It truly was a beautiful summer day. It was warm but not too hot, the clouds in the sky were almost cartoonishly puffy, and she was drinking her favorite juice. Everything was perfect. Nothing could possibly interrupt this moment-
“Lady Olivia, do you have a crush on General Yunan?”
Olivia spat out her juice, getting it all over the cape and probably in the koi pond (was that bad for them?)
“What.”
“Do you like General Yunan?” She asked again, innocently tilting her head.
“Do I- do I like General Yunan?”
Marcy smiled around her popsicle.
“Mhm!”
Lady Olivia tried her best to keep a straight face (pun intended) but couldn’t restrain from cringing.
“Well, of course I like her, she’s a competent warrior and a trusted colleague-“
“No, I mean like, do you like like her, like how Alphys likes Undyne,” Marcy said, as if that made any more sense. But Olivia knew what Marcy was asking, she just didn’t want to answer it. She all the sudden focused really hard on her sewing, and Marcy leaned forward to try and see what was so interesting. Seeing nothing, she continued. “Like do you think she’s pretty? And do you wanna hold her hand and marry her?”
Olivia wanted to laugh at how childish that sounded, she wanted to do a lot more than just hold her hand. But she kept up her aloof attitude.
“Why are you asking me this?” She asked rather curtly.
“Because I see you looking at her a lot. And you make a point that your tails always brush each other in the hallway, and you blush ever so slightly whenever she calls you milady, and you call everybody else by their full titles but you always call her just Yunan or General, and whenever you say General it has a certain tone to it that implies that something about it makes you-“
“Okay, fine, that’s enough,” Olivia interrupted, her face tinged red. “How do you always notice these things?” She asked, a bit of annoyance leaking into her voice.
Marcy shrugged.
“I dunno.”
Her popsicle was starting to melt all over her hands, and she went to lick it. Olivia scoffed at her lack of manners.
“Don’t do that.”
”But it’s sticky!”
She sighed and gently grabbed Marcy’s wrists, then pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and started wiping her hands off for her.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I do… admire the General, just a little bit.” She didn’t meet Marcy’s gaze, once again pretending to be very invested in what she was doing.
“Only a little bit?”
“Yes Marcy, only a little bit.”
The large glass sliding door opened, and Olivia and Marcy both turned to see who it was. Standing in the doorway was Yunan herself, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, wraparound sunglasses, and swim trunks. She had a popsicle between her teeth, and she was carrying one of those massive rolling coolers under her arm like it was a football or something.
It made Olivia Feel Things.
At the sight of the two, Yunan lifted her sunglasses onto her forehead.
“Greetings Milady, Master Marcy. Enjoying the nice weather?”
Olivia felt her face flush, and it wasn’t because of the heat. Marcy noticed, but became more fixated on the cooler.
“Please don’t give her another one,” Olivia sighed.
“Sorry Liv, but I take orders from the king, not you. And he said to give Master Marcy whatever she wants.”
Marcy smirked at the use of the nickname Liv, but Olivia acted like she was annoyed about the popsicle thing instead.
“He spoils her.”
“Says the one lovingly sewing up her cape like a doting mother.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh don’t get like that, it’s cute.”
Yunan started digging around in the cooler, and Olivia looked away and down at the pond in a sad attempt to hide her blushing. Still, she couldn’t help but notice Yunan gave Marcy the popsicle, which she had stated was the less messy option. Her face got even redder.
Yunan was about to sit down by the pond herself, until a voice called for her from inside the castle.
“General Yunan! The bugball game has ended in yet another massive fan brawl! Come break it up!”
Yunan let out an obnoxious, fifteen second long groan.
“God damn it, I can’t get ONE single day off! Looks like you’ll have to enjoy the sun without my glorious presence. Catch ya later, nerds.”
Yunan bit into the wooden popsicle stick as hard as she could, chewed, swallowed, tilted her redneck dad sunglasses back down, then made her leave.
“She’s so dreamy,” Olivia whispered to herself, and Marcy grinned and started flapping her hands.
“You DO like her!” She shouted.
“Oh hush, she’ll hear you!” Olivia scolded, then sighed. “But yes. You’re right. I like her.”
“Aaaaawwwwww!” Marcy cooed. “That’s so sweet! I totally ship it!”
“Ship?” Olivia asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion. Marcy didn’t bother to explain, just continued gushing.
“You two would make SUCH a cute couple! You’re so perfect for each other! The strong general and the elegant noblewoman falling in love… it’s just like a fairy tale! Or a video game! Or a FANFICTION! You HAVE to tell her how you feel!”
Olivia sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
“Oh heavens no. I could never.”
“WHAT?! Why not?!” Marcy bit into her popsicle just like she’d seen Yunan do, but her face quickly contorted in pain and she went back to sucking instead.
“Oh there’s a plethora of reasons. First of all, it’s unprofessional.”
“King Andrias wouldn’t care!”
“He should,” Olivia muttered to herself, digging a beer out of the cooler. “And even if that wasn’t an issue, I don’t even know if she likes me that way.”
“Aww, she totally does!”
“You’re just saying that because you want us to get together,” Olivia smiled.
“No! I’m saying it because it’s true! She calls you LIV!”
“That- that doesn’t mean anything! It’s just a nickname!”
“Does she have a nickname for anyone else?”
“Well… hmmm… she calls you kiddo sometimes.”
“I don’t count!”
“Well, then I guess she doesn’t.”
“See?! She likes you!”
“Even still, it might not mean anything.”
“But it COULD! Newtopia is a place where dreams come true! It’s like Italy! Or Comic Con!”
Olivia laughed, patting Marcy’s head fondly.
“I guess it could.”
“Yeah!”
Marcy dug her journal out of her bag and started sketching, chewing her popsicle stick in concentration.
“What’re you drawing?” Olivia asked.
“Fanart of you and General Yunan!”
“You are ONE cutesy quip away from being pushed into this pond.”
Ten years later, when Olivia and Yunan got their first house together, a drawing of two anime lizards holding hands with a popsicle stain in the corner was displayed proudly in a golden frame on their living room wall.