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idv-marythefairy · 3 years ago

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Hello^^

Is your request open ? If yes, can I request for Naib general relationship headcanon ? (Like that Eli and Luca one)

Thank you and keep up your hardwork, don't forget to stay healthy and hydrated ❤️

of course you can!! requests are always open!! you too stay health and hydrated!! take care of yourselves, guys 😍!!

WARNING: the way i interpret naib’s personality is MY personal opinion and the vibes i get from his character build are MINE. whether you, guys, agree or not is your opinion and i respect that. please, don’t attack me in the comments!

NAIB X READER HEADCANONS:

naib was a very closed-off guy

it took everyone a bit of time to get him out of his shell and make him more sociable, approachable

he stuck around you because you offered him a sense of comfort

he always made you smile and laugh, that he considered -not his job- his duty his smile is SO freaking bright and suit him very much

this is one of the reason you fell HARD (i mean, me too and everybody else like-)

he can be very childish but knows when to be serious

you can sometimes hear him cheer for everyone in the lobby including himself and you

he’s never actually fell in love before and the things you made him feel kind of... scared him

one day, you didn’t notice his cheerful and bright presence... actually you didn’t even see him at all

he had locked himself in his room and refused to get out

no, but, like, why did he feel like this when he was around YOU?

what is this feeling he is unable to explain?

you thought that maybe he hadn’t woken up yet and let it go for the time being but noticing how time passed and there was no sign of the mercenary with that big and beautiful smile on his face made you worry a lot

you approached norton who only told you that he was just as worried as you

you two went to confront him

when you reached his room, you knocked three times but unfortunately you received no reply

what was going on?

“naib? are you sleeping?”

he refused to reply... how could he when you made his heart pulsate so fast and his mind go blank?

he just tightened the blanket he had wrapped around his skinny silhouette

“naib, are you in there?”

“go away!”

he finally shouted

“naib, it’s me, norton. we came here because we’re worried about you! open the door and come outside to grab food!”

“i said: leave me alone!”

did you do something to him that may have caused this behavior?

you started rolling old memories to remember whether you actually said or did something to upset him but no, there was nothing...

“did we do something? please, answer us this at least!”

“no, now go! leave!”

“naib-”

norton put a stop to your outburst, it would only make naib feel worse

naib’s nature is quite complicated so the best thing to do was to just give him the space he needed

you really hoped that ou didn’t mess anything up for him to feel this way

“i’ll go talk to him later, okay? don’t worry about it, you know how naib is. i’m sure he’ll come out eventually! he wouldn’t want to miss out on the cake.”

a few hours later, you noticed that norton had disappeared which made you assume that he was talking to the moody mercenary

norton and eli were in naib’s dorm

the two males could tell, from what naib told them, that he was... in love?

“WHAT?!”

he didn’t take it well... he was... scared...

he decided to come out of his room (he was extremely anxious about it), ready to do the one and only thing he knew best: avoid you

eli and norton tried to get him to talk to you but naib was set on never speaking a word about his feelings towards you... he was scared that he would hurt you one way or another

but... he loves you so much...

no, he must remain strong, build walls and the feelings will eventually fade away

but NOPE :) the more he saw you the “worse” it got

so he tried to avoid the matches in which he was paired up with you but norton and eli knew before naib could leave the Grand Hall and dragged him all the way to the lobby

well, he felt... awkward...

you tried to approach him and noticed that he was stiff and replied in a dry and cold manner and you decided to bug him no more about it

although you did feel very bad about leaving him at that and not conversing his behavior further

in the match you went to decode with him, hoping that he would talk to you about what’s on his mind but instead he... left...

“help me!” you shouted at him, thinking that he would turn to help you decode but he didn’t budge... he just left and didn’t look back

you had been crushing on him for a while now and this behavior upset you a lot

it was the worst thing he could do to you and i’m not going to lie, he thought of the same thing

his plan wasn’t to hurt but he guessed that this was all he was good at: hurting others

he just wanted to return back to normal, eliminate his feelings for you and instead of just allowing them, leaving them be and just tell you already, he just chickened out, he let his fears overtake him

norton and eli had a plan... a good one too

they insisted on naib telling you how he truly felt but seeing how the mercenary refused to do so, they decided they were going pull a little trick on him AND, unfortunately, you too

norton handed a note to naib that requested a place and time to meet him

the same note was passed to you too

you two came to that spot at the same time and trust my when i say that you both didn;t want to be there at that time

norton tricked you... didn’t he?

“naib, please don’t leave.”

before he could make a move, you grabbed the back of his jacket and prevented any possible attempt of him running away for the billionth time

“just tell me what’s going on!”

he was pretty emotional about it but eventually told you

“I LOVE YOU, OKAY?! I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU I THINK I’M DYING!”

well, that was... unexpected...

he’s not a bad lover, he embraced you and your relationship a tad bit slow but he did in the end

he’s not a big PDA fan but will show affection when he thinks it’s needed

don’t expect long and passionate kisses in front of others, he reserves those for when you two are alone

he can get a bit jealous and possessive and all you need to do is cuddle him

he’s a small spoon for the most part, he doesn’t mind being the big one though, don’t get me wrong on this one

his love, i imagine, is this pure and sweet type of love that can make angles cry

naib is a very soft and sweet guy

he can switch to being intimidating and cold when he feels that either of you or your relationship is being threatened and will do anything to remove whatever is blocking your guys’ path

big fan of giving you head pats, lifting you up and spinning you around and playfully pinching your cheek

“look at that baby face, your cheeks are so squishy!!” “STAHHHHHP!!!!”

he takes you out on very cute dates, he takes you stargazing, for a walk in the forest, you guys make flower crowns for each other (you showed him how to make one bc my baby was so clueless </3)

you guys have MANY inside jokes and can make a pretty chaotic duo once you get used to your relationship

you two are just like me and my best friend: laugh ALL the time at the most childish thing, SUPER chaotic and the dumb type of funny (hi eve, i just wanted to tell you η μάνα σου :) <3)

you two bully the hunters (depends on who it is actually)

you listen to music together, hang out together a lot and play video games together

he lets you play with his hair and style them as much as you wish as long as you let him play with yours too, ofc

YOU TWO ARE SO CUE TOGETHER I CAN’T-

he tries to bake your favorite sweets and meals but he gets to a point where he just feels as he’ll burn the kitchen so you can guess that he requires assistance, YOUR assistance when it comes to using the kitchen to make something

you two can’t sit in one place for not even a second so you take this opportunity to do a lot of crazy things

you dye each other’s hair, paint each other’s nails and do each other’s make-up

you introduce him to whatever you’re passionate about and that helped him not only open up to you more but, also, share his very own interests with the only person he’s truly close with

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO HOT AND RESPECTFUL!!!

if you say “no”, it’s a no, he won’t even think about pushing you into something you don’t want/don’t feel comfortable with

he just wants to keep you safe and make you feel good 24/7

999/10 would recommend this guy, he’s dating material for me

#NAIB SUBEDAR #idv naib #naib x reader #idv mercenary #headcanons #relationship headcanons #idv headcanons #identity v #identity v x reader #naib

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dazz-linglight · 4 years ago

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Can we have a jealousy + anger Jay smut😭❤️

(A powerful combo, definitely yes) (AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR ANGRY BIRD)

Birthday boy

Jay spent the whole day before his birthday with you and you asked him to sleepover so he would go back to the dorms in the morning. At night he was watching the recent episode of Vincenzo and you were messaging the members in a group chat without Jay about a surprise party, in which you were in charge of keeping Jay distracted. You received a call and got up from bed to go to the living room to be alone. A few minutes later Jay finished the episode and stretched out of bed, leaving his phone by the bedside table to go looking for you. You heard his steps and quickly dismiss the call.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later." You hang up and turn around in time to see him frowning.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, just Heeseung." You laugh nervously, Jay tugs you closer and you lean in expecting a hug, only to gasp when Jay gets a strong grip on your legs and throws you over his shoulder.

"Jay?? Put me down!" A harsh slap lands on your ass and you feel it sting.

"Be quiet." He turns and walk to his room and you hold onto his sweater until he drops you on his bed. He gets up to lock the door and grab one of his ties to restrain your movements.

"But I did nothing wrong? I've been good.." He tied your wrists together and started undressing your lower half and you finally submit to his control.

"What is it that you were whispering with Heeseung, hm? Are you sharing secrets with him now?" He questioned while pinning your hands above your head and stared at you deeply. His right hand snakes down from your wrist down your torso, squeezing your hip and a second later collides to your inner thigh, pulling it apart from the other.

"Cat got your tongue, princess?" He starts teasing your clothed core, acting on the jealousy bubbling on his veins and pinches your clit between his fingers. You let out a loud whine try closing your legs again, only to have Jay separating them once more to sit comfortably in the middle.

"I'm not- not sharing secrets." You stumble over words and Jay raises an eyebrow, inserting two fingers on your wet entrance and curling them inside. You frown trying to hold your moans as Jay quickens the pace, not planning to stop anytime soon.

"Can't even talk properly now, can you? Should I make you remember who you belong to?" You nod with an uneven breath as he continued to hit the sweet spot inside you and you could only take it.

You gaze at him with glistening eyes and he knows how close you are by the way you squeeze his fingers and moan louder, just a little more and he removes his hands completely away from your body.

"I don't care how good it feels, you're not going to cum until I tell you to." He declare as you whine for the lost pleasure and lick his fingers clean, soon discarding his clothes and throwing them to the floor then repositions himself against you, bringing your legs up to his waist and aligning his groin in your middle, pushing in easily through your wetness.

Waking up very early in the morning and watching the sunrise outside the bedroom window; warm and content wrapped up in blankets. He quickly begins pistoning into you with a satisfied hum, your mouth falling open with every stroke. The stretch of him always brings together the best kind pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life in the way you can hardly describe how good he is, his cock hitting just all the right places and making you chant his name very often.

He kissed you passionately and slowed the pace to reach up and untie your wrists and you held onto him right away, receiving a long bite on your lower lip and he trailed kisses down your throat, marking your collarbones and hoisting your legs up to reach deeper and harder to bring both of you to release.

"Do you want to cum, baby girl?" He quizzed in a low tone in your ear.

"YES! Yes, please.. Please let me.." You plead him after leaving a few scratching marks on his back and it doesn't take long for his hand to slide on your skin down to where both of you connected and started drawing figures rapidly on your clit and it was the final help to make you orgasm, you reaching to push his hand away and he came hard with a deep groan, pulling out and stroking himself for a few seconds while looking at you.

You were out of breath when breaking the strong eye contact with Jay and took a glance at the alarm clock and it was already 11 P.M.

"It's almost your birthday.." He sits up and look at the same direction, fixing his messy hair.

"And I'm happy that you will be with me when it turns midnight." He smiles breathlessly and intertwines your fingers, pulling you to his lap and takes you with him to shower together with all the care. After washing up and drying yourselves you convinced Jay to wear a whole outfit you bought for him as a present to wait for midnight and he ended up choosing your outfit too. You covered the hickeys he left, both of you got ready and gone to the kitchen to hydrate.

11:40 P.M your phone was ringing and you picked it, it was a message from Heeseung.

Hey! Bring him out, me and Jake are waiting.

Okay!

Jay was munching on chocolate and you just took his hand and walked to the door with the confused boy.

"Where are we going?" He tugged on your hand to make you walk slower.

"To the dorms!" You answer and moments later you see Heeseung's car parked on the street. Jake comes out and open the back door for you and Jay.

""Come on, we have a houseparty waiting!"

#linawritings #enhypen #jay enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut #enhypen drabbles #enhypen hyung line #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #jay park x reader

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synnefo-nefeli · 5 years ago

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Checking in :

How are you all doing? I hope you all are well. If you want to talk about anything feel free to send me an note or a message.

I know it’s hard rn with how shitty the world is- but please remember: to breathe, if it gets too hard to breathe write what’s bothering you down&then rip is up for catharsis.

Take your meds if you haven’t, make sure to stay hydrated , do your laundry. Don’t stay in your pjs all day- be comfy yes, but change out of your jimmy-jams it’ll do wonders for your energy.

It’s okay to block out the news-turn off news alerts, filter things on social media. Remember, no matter what- you are in control of your time in quarantine. Just be kind to yourselves during this unprecedented time.

#self care #quarentine #corvid 19 #you got this #be well my friends

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cwnerd12 · 6 years ago

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You’ll Be Given Love

“You’ll Be Given Love” The Bros stand on a stage, arranged by age. Arthur, “Uh, hi, I’m Arthur Shepherd.” They each introduce themselves in order: Sean, Ethan, Robert, and James. Arthur, “And we’re here tonight because tomorrow, our baby brother, David, is getting married.” (“LGBT” CupcakKe) Cut to: the greatest Pride party Gilboa has ever witnessed. Somehow, David has lost his shirt, but it clearly doesn’t bother him. In a very full club, he dances like an idiot with his brothers, AFG members, and random colorful partiers. A drag queen pours champagne into his open mouth. Male, female, and gender-indeterminate strippers dance and get money thrown at them. Shots after shots get served. David vogues like a motherfucker and lands a flawless death drop. He scream-sings along to “Cut to the Feeling.” Cut to: David sits in the sunroof of his limo, chugging from a bottle of champagne while his brothers hang out other windows. The whole city has come to cheer for him: people wave AFG and pride flags and dance in the streets.

Morning, David lays passed out on a sofa while the bros lay around also passed out, liquor bottles still strewn around. Michelle, clearly not pleased, shakes David’s shoulder. He struggles to open his eyes and groans, “Oh, fuck.” Michelle, “You are marrying my brother in four hours.” David, “Shit. Okay.” He tries to sit up, and rubs his head. Michelle, “Jesus fuck, how hung-over are you?” David, “Very.” Behind him, Ethan stirs, “Oh, fuck.” Michelle, “You completely embarrassed yourself last night, and now there’s footage of you grinding with some nameless stripper all over the internet.” David, “Was it male or female?” Michelle, “I’m gonna say non-binary.” David, “That’s valid. I had fun. I think the last time I properly had fun was our Royal Hotel blowout in Ashdod.” Michelle, “That’s no way for a king to behave! You embarrassed the whole country last night!” David, “Since when did you turn into Rose?” Michelle, “Since when did you turn into a dumb slut?!” David, “Oh, I should have known this was about Beth.” Michelle, “This is about you being an idiot!” David rubs his face, “Can I at least eat something while you scream at me?” he turns to the bros, “Who wants eggs?” Five miserable groans. David gets up and heads for the kitchen. Michelle follows him, “You embarrassed Jack last night!” David, “I did not.” Michelle, “Yes, you did!” David, “Did he tell you that I embarrassed him?” He gets a carton of eggs out of the fridge and sets to making shitload of scrambled eggs. Michelle, “You embarrassed me last night!” David, “You’re gonna be my sister-in-law. How exactly does that qualify as someone who gets embarrassed by my behavior?” Michelle, “You’re a fucking king, David! You have to act like one!” David, “Does that mean that I don’t get to cerebrate the fact that I’m gonna marry the love of my life?” Michelle, “It means you have to act with dignity! What the fuck happened to your shirt?!” David, “Uh…. it kind of disappeared.” Michelle, dismayed, “Oh my god.” David, “Hey, I remember seeing pictures of Jack doing that kind of shit all the time.” Michelle, “Because he was fucking miserable and lashing out at our parents!” David, “So, can I say that I, too, am lashing out at Silas?” Michelle, “No.” David, “Where is Jack, anyway?” Michelle, “He’s upstairs with Mom.” David, “Did he sleep last night?” Michelle, “Yes.” David, “Good. Then we have nothing to worry about today.” Michelle, “Except for your hungover ass vomiting during your vows.” David, “You’re a medic, give me some anti-nausea medicine, then!” Michelle rolls her eyes and mutters, “You should drink something with electrolytes in it, get re-hydrated.” David, “Okay, I will.” Michelle, “Lucky for you, I’ve nursed Jack through a few hangovers. If I can get him looking well enough that Dad doesn’t notice that he’s seriously hungover, I can get you to look decent in your wedding pictures.” David, “You’re amazing, Michelle.” Michelle, “I’m doing this for Jack. Don’t kid yourself into thinking that I’ve forgiven you in any form.” David, “Are you ever going to forgive me?” Michelle, “Probably not.” David, “Oh, come on, we’re gonna be family! And because of me, you and Abby got married, too!” Michelle, sarcastic, “Call the Vatican, you’re eligible for sainthood.” David, “If you can get me through a hangover for Jack’s sake, you can forgive me for Jack’s sake.” Michelle, “I’m fucking talking to you for Jack’s sake.” David, “Look, I really fucked up with Beth. I admit that, I own that. But this doesn’t make me the same as Silas.” Michelle, “Say that again and I will slam your face into that hot pan of eggs.” David, “Well, what am I supposed to say?” Michelle, “Nothing! I’d be fine with you never speaking to me again!” David, “I’m not gonna do that.” Michelle, “Then just accept the fact that I can hold a fucking grudge, okay?”

In Rose’s apartment, Jack and Rose argue. Rose, “I am not wearing that. I’m still in mourning for your father. I can’t be seen wearing something like that.” Jack, “No black!” Rose, “There’s black in this dress!” Jack shoots her a look that says you know what I mean. Rose simpers down at the dress, “You know I wouldn’t be caught dead in Versace.” Jack, “Exactly.” Rose, “After David’s antics last night, I won’t be able to look any of the other queens in the face. I can’t imagine what they’re saying right now.” Jack, “David can party.” He picks the dress up and pushes it towards Rose, “Wear it!” Rose, “Can I at least wear a blazer over it?” Jack, “No!” Michelle enters. Rose, “How is David?” Michelle, “He’s a dumb, hungover thot, but I’m going to have him ready and looking good for the wedding, even if I have to sign a deal with Satan to do it.” Jack, “Tell Mom.” Michelle, “Tell her what?” Jack points at the dress, “Wear this.” Michelle looks at it, “You should wear it, Mom. You can’t wear all black to a wedding.” Rose, “I never imagined this would be what I’d wear to Jack’s wedding.” Jack, hopefully, “Wear it?!” Rose, “I might as well. Nothing else is going to be like what I imagined.” Michelle, sharply, “What did you imagine, Mom?” Rose, “A nice ceremony befitting a royal family. Something visible to the public, not just a small, private ceremony.” Jack and Michelle exchange looks. Jack, frustrated, “I don’t… talking.” Rose, “I know, I know. This is much easier for you, and you shouldn’t have to worry at your wedding. But you do have to grant me the right to be unhappy about the name change. I named you Jonathan Benjamin thinking you’s stay Jonathan Benjamin.” Michelle, “Dad didn’t even like Jonathan.” Rose, “It’s a family name!” Jack, “Jack Shepherd,” he concentrates hard and slowly says, “My name is Jack Shepherd.” Michelle, quietly, “He’s been practicing that all week.” Rose looks sadly down at Jack, swallows hard, and then says, “I just never once thought I’d be doing all this without your father. All he ever wanted was for you two to be happy.” Michelle, bitterly sarcastic, “I’m sure that’s exactly what was on his mind when he forced us to watch David get bombs dropped on him.” Rose, “Don’t bring that up! Not today!” Michelle, “You’re the one who brought it up!” Jack, loudly, “Stop!” He gives them both a dirty look. Rose, resigned, “I’ll wear the dress.” She pauses, and then looks at Michelle, “Is David still downstairs?” Michelle, “I think so?” Rose, “I’m going to give him his gift.”

Back in David’s kitchen, David and the bros eat scrambled eggs and chug gatorade. Rose enters, David sees her, “Hi, Rose.” The bros all make sounds somewhat like greetings. Rose, “I trust you boys enjoyed yourselves last night.” David, “Yes, we did.” Rose, “I’m giving you your gift early.” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to David. He looks at it. Rose, “There’s a cabin up in the mountains, in a beautiful wooded area. It’s miles away from anywhere else. There’s a nearby stream for fishing, land for hunting, and a garden for the summer. It’s been set up for you and Jack to spend your honeymoon, and it’s yours to visit any time you wish.” David, “Wow, thanks, Rose!” Ethan, “I want a cabin.” Arthur, “Stage a coup and you can get one.” Ethan goes up behind David and grabs him, making a chokehold, “Easy.” David drops his eggs with a spectacular clatter and tries to wrestle Ethan away. The other bros hoot and yell. David breaks free of Ethan’s grip and then pins him to the counter, “Not today!” The bros applaud. David, “I bested Silas and Amal, you really think you can beat me?” Ethan sputters, “You’re my fucking baby brother, man! You’re just lucky I’m hungover!” David lets Ethan go, “And you’re lucky I’m a merciful king!” Rose struggles to maintain her composure, “Perhaps you boys should get ready.” David, still laughing, “Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll be ready.”

Rose and Jessie sit in the back of a limo, Rose wearing a colorful Versace dress that looks good on her but she’d still never wear. Jessie, “Now that’s a fun dress.” Rose, “Jack is forcing me to wear it.” Jessie, “Used to be the only time I ever wore a dress was at weddings: when I got married, when Arthur got married, and when Sean got married. I never in my life thought I’d even wear as many dresses as I have now. Life sure changes in funny ways, doesn’t it?” Rose, “That it does.” Rose, “Oh, I just know I’m gonna cry the whole time. I might even start crying now. But these are the good kind of tears! Usually when I’m crying over David, it’s the bad kind of tears.” Rose looks out her window without saying anything. Jessie goes on, “And I thought I was proud of him when he graduated high school!” she sighs, “It’s hard doing it all without John.” Rose turns her head, “When did he die?” Jessie, “Oh, it’s been about ten years, now. David was fifteen. John always knew David was destined for something big, but I don’t know if he ever imagined David would be king. I’m giving David a framed picture of me and John at our wedding for a gift. It’s not quite a cabin, but, I think he’ll love it. I know he misses John. He hardly spoke for about a year after he died.” Rose, “It’s hard to imagine David not talking.” Jessie, “Even harder to live with.” Rose, “I watch Jack struggle to just get a few words out, to think that someone would just choose not to talk…” Jessie, “It wasn’t a choice. He was just trying to deal with losing his father in the best way he knew how.”

Outside the national cathedral, massive crowds gather to cheer and wave flags. Inside, people happily gather. Michelle and Abby giddily show off their rings. Helen approaches them, and Michelle gives her a big hug. Jessie cries and laughs with the Bros. Rose sits by herself, detached from those around her. She looks down at her wedding ring and spins it around on her finger. Her lip trembles subtly and tears fill her eyes. She wipes them away. David and Jack recite their vows and exchange rings. Flashback: masculine hands place a ring on the finger of a feminine hand. Young Silas, in his army uniform, smiles proudly at young Rose, their wedding. Young Rose, pregnant and in a cheap dress, smiles brilliantly and kisses him. In the present time, Rose claps and tries her best to smile for Jack and David, who kiss happily.

At a reception at the palace, David opens the gift Jessie gives him. He sees the picture of his parents and tears up, “Oh my god, Mom!” Jessie, “It’s so hard to know what to get for you now that you’re king!” David, “It’s wonderful. This is going in my office, where everyone who meets with me will see it.” Jessie, “Oh, i’m glad you like it.” David hugs her gratefully. Rose looks on, and then kneels beside Jack to speak to him, “I’m not feeling the best right now. I’m going to go upstairs and rest.” Jack, “Leaving?” Rose, “I don’t feel well.” Jack, “Okay.” Rose, “Jack, I want you to know… I’m very proud of you, and I’m very happy for you. And I think your father would feel the same way.” Jack, “Really?” Rose, “Yes. He loved you, Jack. He truly loved you. And I love you, too.” Jack, “I love you, Mom.” Rose cries happily, “You go on your honeymoon and enjoy your time with David. You deserve to be happy.” Jack hugs her, and she hugs him back.

Rose, carrying a bottle of wine, walks through the palace lobby, still under construction. She gets in an elevator and goes up into her apartment. She kicker her heels off and goes into the living room. She goes over to the bar and digs around in a drawer for a wine bottle opener. She finds one, and opens the bottle of wine with a loud pop. She takes a chug straight from the bottle. She mutters to herself, “At least they chose good wine.” She takes another swig, goes over to the sofa, sits down, and sprawls out. She takes a long chug, and then looks forlornly up at Silas’s portrait, “Our children are MARRIED, Silas, can you believe it?” She takes another swig, “You know, there was once a time when I would have been thrilled to hear that our children had married the likes of David Shepherd and Abigail Hatch, just not in the current arrangement,” she takes another swig and grimaces, “That was a long time ago.” She drinks again, “Maybe that’s the mistake we made. We should have just let David date Michelle. They would have been happy together. We’d still have him as a son-in-law, but it would be worth the trade-off.” She goes quiet and contemplates for a moment, “When the doctor said we were having a boy and a girl, I couldn’t help but start imagining two weddings. I dreamt of finding the perfect dress for the girl, and then watching you walk her down the aisle,” she sniffs, “Do you know what she chose to get married in? Something to show off her tattoos. Those were her exact words. And then she went and got another tattoo, while still wearing the dress.” She takes a long chug. The door opens, and Michelle enters followed by Abby. Michelle, “Hey, Mom, Jack and David just left. Jack said you were up here. Are you okay?” Rose makes an attempt to sit up, “I’m doing as well as I can be.” Michelle looks disapprovingly down at the bottle of wine, “Yeah, nothing that can be handled with a bottle of wine, right?” Rose, “Oh, don’t be so judgmental. Today has been difficult for me.” Michelle, sarcastic, “Yeah, because watching your son marry the love of his life is just so awful, isn’t it?” Rose, “Don’t be cross with me, Michelle.” Michelle, “Why are you so miserable? Weddings are supposed to make people happy!” Rose, “I just wish the circumstances could be a bit different, is all.” Michelle, “Different how?” Rose, “I should have told Silas to let you date David. Then you would be the one marrying him, and things would be better.” Michelle, “And where the fuck does that leave Jack?” Rose, “He could have married Abby.” Abby, “I was already married to Norman. I was forced into it, and it was the worst thing that ever happened to me, even being kidnapped by the Amalekites. I would never, ever wish forced marriage on anyone, especially not Jack.” Michelle, “You just can’t stand to see Jack happy, can you?!” Rose, “I want him to be happy, just as much as you do.” Michelle, “Then why aren’t you happy for him now?” Rose, “I just wish your father were here.” Michelle, “Dad would rather shoot himself again than watch Jack marry David.” Rose, “Stop it! You’re just being cruel!” Michelle, “You have no room to talk to me about being cruel.” Rose, “There are things that I still can’t forgive David for.” Michelle, “Please tell me you’re talking about the girl.” Rose, “What? No. David ruined my life.” Michelle, “You were one half of the coup that made him king!” Rose, “Linus was going to destroy Gilboa. Just because I recognized that David was the better king doesn’t mean I don’t wish it was still your father.” Michelle, “Dad was a terrible fucking king.” Rose, “Don’t say that!” Michelle, “David couldn’t build an army just by smiling and being charming. People wanted to see Dad gone, and Dad couldn’t let go. That’s why David’s king now!” Rose, “I miss my husband! Is that a crime?” she cries, “I wish you would forgive him.” Michelle, “What did Dad ever do to earn forgiveness?” Rose, “You want to forgive him.” Michelle glares at her, and says in a low, deadly voice, “Don’t tell me what I want.” Rose, “I know you do!” Michelle, voice shaking, eyes full of tears. “He lied to me, and cheated on you!” Rose, “He loved you so much.” Michelle, disgusted, “He tried to torture Jack until he became another person. That’s not love. I don’t know what the hell you think love is, but Dad never loved us.” She turns around and heads for the door. Abby follows. Rose, “Michelle!” Rose watches them leave, and then sits for a moment, stunned. She looks back up at the portrait of Silas.

In their apartment, Abby, wearing her comfortable pajamas, sits on the sofa, drinking a glass of wine and watching the news. Michelle comes out into the living room wearing a silky, lacy cami and shorts lingerie set. Abby looks her up and down, “Well, damn. I definitely picked the right wife.” Michelle laughs and goes over and sits down. Abby turns the TV off, and Michelle curls up to her. Michelle, “Do you ever think you’ll forgive your father?” Abby, “Nope. I never intend to forgive my father, and I’m perfectly happy with that. I’ve made sure Frankie and Mom know it, too. Frankie gets it, but Mom won’t accept it. One of the reasons I wanted a courthouse wedding was because then I wouldn’t have to deal with her.” Michelle lays her head on Abby’s shoulder, “I still haven’t forgiven David over the mess with the girl.” Abby, “Beth?” Michelle, “Did you ever meet her?” Abby, “I saw her around, from time to time. Never really talked to her.” Michelle, “What was she like?” Abby, “Pretty… and honestly kind of dumb.” Michelle, “Not unlike David.” Abby laughs, “Yeah…” she drifts off for a moment, “For as stupid a decision as sleeping with Beth was, I can’t stay mad at David. He saved me from Norman, and… when we were with the Amalekites, I was never scared because I knew David would save us. I trusted him that much. I still trust him that much.” Michelle, quietly, “Jack forgives him. He forgives both of them, David and Dad… but he’s always been like that. He’d rather just put things in the past and move on. I’m the one who can’t let things go. Dad and I have that in common.” Abby, “I gave David the slap of his life when I figured out what he’d done. Did it twice.” Michelle, “Wish I coulda been there.” She sits silently. Wordless flashback: Silas gives a speech, while child Jack and Michelle stand beside him, on either side of Rose. Michelle looks at the faces in the crowd, all of which are entranced and moved by her powerful father. Michelle gazes proudly at Silas. He pauses his speech, looks over at her, and smiles with pride and adoration. Back in the present time, Michelle still sits with her head on Abby’s shoulder, “I know David regrets what he did. I know I should just forgive him and get over it, but, I can’t. And I can’t figure out who it is I’m not forgiving: David, or Dad.” Abby puts her finger underneath Michelle’s chin, and gently raises her face so she can kiss her. They kiss slowly and passionately. On the table, a phone dings. Michelle looks at it, “And that’ll be the newlyweds.” Abby, “Do you want to get it?” Michelle reaches for the phone. On the screen, a ridiculously cute selfie of David and Jack, both smiling and laughing. Caption, “Jack hasn’t stopped smiling since we got here.” Abby, “Well, you have to give it to them, they are a cute couple.” Michelle sniffs and wipes away a tear, “Jack deserves this. He really does. David loves him so much.”

In their cabin, Jack curls up happily on David’s lap. David, “You know, five years ago, I thought I’d finish my tour in the army, go back to Bethlehem, and work on the family farm. Maybe once I had enough money, I’d buy my own. That was my wildest, most ambitious dream. I thought Prince Jack was just some douchebag I’d never, ever have anything to do with,” he grins, and Jack grins back, “I thought maybe I’d meet someone, get married, if it was a girl. I never thought I could be this happy. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He caresses the side of Jack’s face, and kisses him tenderly. Jack rests his head on David’s shoulder, and thinks for a moment. Slowly, he says, “Marriage, before… drowning. Felt like drowning.” David grows serious. Jack pauses to think, “Nine years old… family vacation. Beach.” flashback, nine-year-old Jack chases Michelle down a rocky, forested beach, while Silas and Rose look on in the background. In another shot, Jack swims through murky green water. Jack, “My foot, seaweed, caught,” his legs kick in a patch of seaweed, ams flail, “Can’t swim, can’t breathe,” his mouth opens, “Water, in my mouth… try to breathe, in my lungs…” his arms begin to lose their strength, but then something pulls Jack up. Silas drags a coughing, gasping Jack ashore, and sets him on the ground while he struggles to breathe. “Dad grabbed me…” Silas looks down at Jack, eyes full of worry, but the rest of him guarded, fearful of showing too much emotion. Back in real time, Jack goes on, “Marriage, Katrina, Lucinda… drowning,” He looks up at David, “I’m not drowning.” David kisses him adoringly. He looks Jack in the eye, “Jack, no one is going to hurt you, ever again. I swear, I won’t let anyone…” Jack gives him a long, lingering kiss.

(“All Is Full of Love (Voltaic Version)” Björk) David and Jack make passionate love. In their bedroom, Abby and Michelle make love. Michelle arches her back, grabs the pillows, and curls her toes as Abby pleasures her. Jack smiles blissfully as David kisses his neck. In the bed she used to share with Silas, Rose lays alone. Jack digs his fingernails into David’s back and grabs his ass. Michelle cries out with intense delight. Rose forlornly looks at the picture on her nightstand, young, handsome Silas, still in the army. Beyond that, the family portrait from Silas’s coronation. Rose looks at them in bewilderment, wondering where it all went wrong, and tears run down her face. Jack lays in David’s arms, and the two laugh happily. Michelle curls up with Abby, who kisses her forehead lovingly. Rose turns away from the pictures, and weeps.

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Training Day (Captain Errol Flynn)

(Lapold Reul belongs to @schrammes-ramblings and is used with permission.)

“Alright maggots, listen up.” Errol strides out, front and center of the troops daily formation. “You've been receiving training under the commander and I for a while now. But that's all pointless if you never get to test the things you've learned. So today, we will have a real, live-fire simulation.”

The troops all side eye one another and a quiet murmur breaks through the ranks. A tic goes off in Errol’s jaw and she immediately calls them all to attention. “Oy! No talking in formation! How many times must we cover this?!” It was true, she had. And each time they messed it up, only served to infuriate her more. “All of you! Drop! Rifles on your hands, give me twenty! The Lieutenant here will keep watch. Any of you screw up and you start back over. As a group. Lieutenant.” She turns to her randomly selected accomplice. “Once they’ve finished their exercise satisfactorily, escort them to the training grounds out back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He offered a snappy salute and Errol marched off, hands clasped at the small of her back.

Half an hour later, the troops began to putter in, looking sweaty and tired. Errol, on the other hand, looked well rested and quite refreshed. She stands up from the random lawn chair she had managed to produce with a clap on her thighs.

“Ah yes, my little gizka. Perhaps next time you’ll remember to keep your trap shut.” She claps her hands together and then gestures to a table full of water bottles. “Hydrate yourselves and take a few moments to catch a breather while I explain today’s training.” Gratefully, the men stampeded over to the table and drank as they turned to focus on their Captain.

Once she was confident she held the men’s attention, she gestured behind her to the open desert where barricades were set up. “Today’s scenario, gentlemen, is a small scale riot. Now, as I am sure you’re aware, sometimes our leaders make decisions that are not popular with the general populace. For example, putting down a group or sect of people because they feel they’re no longer relevant and pose a threat.”

She clenches her fists behind her back and takes a deep breath before continuing. “Other examples are changes to laws, or tax raises that the local populace doesn’t agree with. Sometimes, this causes such dissent, that locals will arm themselves and revolt. They’ll take to the streets, gunning down anyone they perceive as a threat or opposition. Anyone they think is supporting the leadership.” Errol pauses to make sure the men were registering so far. Pleased with their responses, she continued. “It’s in these scenarios which men like you and I are called into action to protect not only the leadership, but the law abiding citizens in harm’s way. So today’s exercise is two fold. One; put down any violent rioters. Two; protect and avoid civilian casualties.

“Things can get pretty hectic.” She continued. “Sometimes you don’t always have a clear shot at a target because they are using a hostage. In that case, you need to use your better judgement. Sometimes it is better to let the target go than risk the life of an innocent bystander. Sometimes it’s not. Today’s trial won’t put you through that, however. Just don’t shoot civilians, yeah?”

With that, she waves the group over. Beyond the barricades which were meant to simulate buildings and kiosks, was an array of droids. Skytroopers, target dummies, and protocol droids. The men seemed a bit confused for a moment and looked towards Errol for explanation.

“Alright, mites. Here’s the scoop. I had some defunct Skytroopers shipped here and repaired with training protocols. The Ras was kind enough to loan us some of his outdated protocol droids, and I bought some training droids. I think they’re defunct HK models…. ANYWAYS.” She claps her hands again. “The Skytroopers represent heavy duty rioters who may take more than a few shots to take down. The training droids are standard folk who are just dumb enough to try and fight with no training. And the protocol droids represent civilians.

“NOW. I have programmed these droids to shoot at you.” There were gasps and murmurs amongst the men. “Oh stop it.” Errol waved a hand. “They’re programmed to shoot weak bolts at you that’ll feel no more painful than a punch. The point is, don’t get shot. If you get hit in the chest or head, you’re down. And I’ll know who because it’ll hurt.”

Errol’s grin widened as a collective gulp rippled through the company. “These barricades represent buildings and kiosks you’d likely encounter out in town. Use them for cover while you wait for an opening. And DONT,” She stressed, “Shoot any civilians. These droids are on loan from the Ras with the strict understanding that any damages will be paid for out of the Commander’s pocket. I really don’t want to deal with his rage when he finds out what I’ve done behind his back if one of those droids get destroyed. Because then I’ll take it out on you.”

“You have two minutes to get into position. Starting… NOW.” And with that, the men scurried off to find a place to hide from incoming fire. Or at least tried. Several ran into one another trying to get to spots, others tried to cram too many into one spot.

By the time the scenario began operating, only three quarters of the company were behind solid cover. Immediately, three individuals were tagged in the head or chest by incoming fire. Errol used the force to pull them to safety while the remainder of the troops continued the exercise.

Several managed to adapt to the situation remarkably well, almost as though they had had training before. Errol made a point of taking note of who they were to pass along to Lapold. Others seemed to struggle, but she hadn’t expected a well oiled machine. This drill was to see where the men stood and what needed to be worked on most. A couple panicked. They had either hid behind cover, cowering the whole time, or would pop up, spray and pray, and then hide again. Errol also took note of who they were, so that she could make recommendations and pull them aside for personal tutoring if necessary.

Finally, at the end of the hour long session, the “rioters” were down, more than half the company had “survived” and only a few “civilians” had tragically lost their lives. Luckily, she had been joking about Lapold having to pay for them. Mostly. Errol was mildly impressed. The company had fared better than she had been expecting, though not as good as she would have liked. Still, she was proud of them and called them all over for post-scenario debrief.

“Alright, everyone. Take a knee and put your safeties on.” She stood in the center as they all formed a half circle around her, ready to listen to what she had to say. “I’m honestly impressed with you lot today. You did much better than I had expected. But you still have a long way to go. So I’m going to address what went wrong first, and how to improve, then tell you all what you did right so we end on a high note. Hmm?

“Now,” Errol had begun when suddenly the sound of a weapon firing echoed through the field. Suddenly, there was a searing pain in the Captain’s gut. It took a moment for her to register what had happened and the congregation sat there silently, looks of pure shock and terror on their faces.

From his office window, Lapold had looked up just in time to see the events unfolding in slow motion. One moment, Errol had been addressing the men, the next, a stray blaster bolt whizzed by and pierced through her abdomen, just below her ribs. He was on his feet in an instant, rushing to the scene.

Errol looked over to where she had suspected the blast had come from, to see a cadet holding his weapon, looking petrified. “I-I’m sorry, Captain. I… I was trying to turn the safety on and hnng--” His words were cut off as Errol reached out with the force and began to choke him.

Finally, the men had snapped out of it and one stood and rushed off, shouting behind him. “I’ll go get the Commander!”

“GET A GODS DAMNED MEDIC. I CANT HEAL MYSELF.” Errol roared, tightening her grip on the cadet’s throat. Her free hand gripped the hole in her gut that had gone clear through. Bad day for her to have chosen her Scion’s gear over armor.

Lapold rounded the corner as Errol was shouting, medic already in tow. The man had impeccable timing, Errol thought to herself as the pair rushed over to her. Lapold placed his hand on her outstretched arm, gently trying to lower it.

“Captain, let the cadet go. You need medical attention.” His voice was soothing, at least to her.

“No shit, sir.” Came her response through gritted teeth. “Choking the everloving life out of this buffoon is the only thing keeping me from collapsing right now.”

“Let go.” Lapold repeated himself firmly. “I will deal with his punishment while you’re treated.”

Errol didn’t want to let go. She wanted to wring the life out of the little fool with all of Tyth’s rage. She wanted to snap his little neck. But alas, her injury finally took its toll and weakly, she released the young private before crumpling into a heap on the ground.

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“You’ll Be Given Love” James and Ethan stand on a stage. James, “Uh, hi, I’m James Shepherd.” Ethan, “I’m Ethan Shepherd.” James, “We’re here tonight because tomorrow, my baby brother, David, is getting married.” (“LGBT” CupcakKe) Cut to: the greatest Pride party Gilboa has ever witnessed. Somehow, David has lost his shirt, but it clearly doesn’t bother him. In a very full club, he dances like an idiot with his brothers, AFG members, and random colorful partiers. A drag queen pours champagne into his open mouth. Male, female, and gender-indeterminate strippers dance and get money thrown at them. Shots after shots get served. David vogues like a motherfucker and lands a flawless death drop. Cut to: David sits in the sunroof of his limo, chugging from a bottle of champagne while his brothers hang out other windows. The whole city has come to cheer for him: people wave AFG and pride flags and dance in the streets.

Morning, David lays passed out on a sofa while James Ethan lay passed out in chairs, liquor bottles still strewn around. Michelle, clearly not pleased, shakes David’s shoulder. He struggles to open his eyes and sees her holding out a tablet blaring the headline, “KING OF THOTS!” with a picture of him shirtless and grinding on a stripper, “Oh, fuck.” Michelle, “You are marrying my brother in four hours.” David, “Shit. Okay.” He tries to sit up, and rubs his head. Michelle, “Jesus, how hung-over are you?” David, “Very.” Behind him, James stirs, “Oh, fuck.” Michelle, “You completely embarrassed yourself last night, and now there’s footage of you grinding with some nameless stripper all over the internet.” David, “I had fun. I think the last time I properly had fun was our People’s Hotel blowout.” Michelle, “That’s no way for a king to behave! You embarrassed the whole country last night!” David, “Since when did you turn into Rose?” Michelle, “Since when did you turn into a dumb slut?!” David, “Oh, I should have known this was about Beth.” Michelle, “This is about you being an idiot!” David rubs his face, “Can I at least eat something while you scream at me?” he turns to the bros, “Who wants eggs?” Two miserable groans. David gets up and heads for the kitchen. Michelle follows him, “You embarrassed Jack last night!” David, “I did not.” Michelle, “Yes, you did!” David, “Did he tell you that I embarrassed him?” He gets a carton of eggs out of the fridge and sets to making shitload of scrambled eggs. Michelle, “You embarrassed me last night!” David, “You’re gonna be my sister-in-law. How exactly does that qualify as someone who gets embarrassed by my behavior?” Michelle, “You’re a fucking king, David! You have to act like one!” David, “Does that mean that I don’t get to celebrate the fact that I’m gonna marry the love of my life?” Michelle, “It means you have to act with dignity! What the fuck happened to your shirt?!” David, “Uh…. it kind of disappeared.” Michelle, dismayed, “Oh my god.” David, “Hey, I remember seeing pictures of Jack doing that kind of shit all the time.” Michelle, “Because he was fucking miserable and lashing out at our parents!” David, “So, can I say that I, too, am lashing out at Silas?” Michelle, “No.” David, “Where is Jack, anyway?” Michelle, “He’s upstairs with Mom.” David, “Did he sleep last night?” Michelle, “Yes.” David, “Good. Then we have nothing to worry about today.” Michelle, “Except for your hungover ass vomiting during your vows.” David, “You’re a medic, give me some anti-nausea medicine, then!” Michelle rolls her eyes and mutters, “You should drink something with electrolytes in it, get re-hydrated.” David, “Okay, I will.” Michelle, “Lucky for you, I’ve nursed Jack through more than a few hangovers. If I can get him looking well enough that Dad doesn’t notice that he’s seriously hungover, I can get you to look decent in your wedding pictures.” David, “You’re amazing, Michelle.” Michelle, “I’m doing this for Jack. Don’t kid yourself into thinking that I’ve forgiven you in any form.” David, “Are you ever going to forgive me?” Michelle, “Probably not.” David, “Oh, come on, we’re gonna be family! And because of me, you and Abby got married, too!” Michelle, sarcastic, “Call the Vatican, you’re eligible for sainthood.” David, “If you can get me through a hangover for Jack’s sake, you can forgive me for Jack’s sake.” Michelle, “I’m fucking talking to you for Jack’s sake.” David, “Look, I really fucked up with Beth. I admit that, I own that. But this doesn’t make me the same as Silas.” Michelle, “Say that again and I will slam your face into that hot pan of eggs.” David, “Well, what am I supposed to say?” Michelle, “Nothing! I’d be fine with you never speaking to me again!” David, “I’m not gonna do that.” Michelle, “Then just accept the fact that I can hold a fucking grudge, okay?”

In Rose’s apartment, Jack and Rose argue. Rose, “I am not wearing that. I’m still in mourning for your father. I can’t be seen wearing something like that.” Jack, “No black!” Rose, “There’s black in this dress!” Jack shoots her a look that says you know what I mean. Rose simpers down at the dress, “You know I wouldn’t be caught dead in Versace.” Jack, “Exactly.” Rose, “After David’s antics last night, I won’t be able to look any of the other queens in the face. I can’t imagine what they’re saying right now.” Jack, “David can party.” He picks the dress up and pushes it towards Rose, “Wear it!” Rose, “Can I at least wear a blazer over it?” Jack, “No!” Michelle enters. Rose, “How is David?” Michelle, “He’s a dumb ho with a hangover, but I’m going to have him ready and looking good for the wedding, even if I have to sign a deal with Satan to do it.” Jack, “Tell Mom.” Michelle, “Tell her what?” Jack points at the dress, “Wear this.” Michelle looks at it, “You should wear it, Mom. You can’t wear all black to a wedding.” Rose, “I never imagined this would be what I’d wear to Jack’s wedding.” Jack, hopefully, “Wear it?!” Rose, “I might as well. Nothing else is going to be like what I imagined.” Michelle, sharply, “What did you imagine, Mom?” Rose, “A nice ceremony befitting a royal family. Something visible to the public, not just a small, private ceremony.” Jack and Michelle exchange looks. Jack, frustrated, “I don’t… talking.” Rose, “I know, I know. This is much easier for you, and you shouldn’t have to worry at your wedding. But you do have to grant me the right to be unhappy about the name change. I named you Jonathan Benjamin thinking you’s stay Jonathan Benjamin.” Michelle, “Dad didn’t even like Jonathan.” Rose, “It’s a family name!” Jack, “Jack Shepherd,” he concentrates hard and slowly says, “My name is Jack Shepherd.” Michelle, quietly, “He’s been practicing that all week.” Rose looks sadly down at Jack, swallows hard, and then says, “I just never once thought I’d be doing all this without your father. All he ever wanted was for you two to be happy.” Michelle, bitterly sarcastic, “I’m sure that’s exactly what was on his mind when he forced us to watch David get bombs dropped on him.” Rose, “Don’t bring that up! Not today!” Michelle, “You’re the one who brought it up!” Jack, loudly, “Stop!” He gives them both a dirty look. Rose, resigned, “I’ll wear the dress.” She pauses, and then looks at Michelle, “Is David still downstairs?” Michelle, “I think so?” Rose, “I’m going to give him his gift.”

Back in David’s kitchen, David, James and Ethan eat scrambled eggs and chug gatorade. Rose enters, David sees her, “Hi, Rose.” The others all make sounds somewhat like greetings. Rose, “I trust you all enjoyed yourselves last night.” David, “Yes, we did.” Rose, “I’m giving you your gift early.” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to David. He looks at it. Rose, “There’s a cabin up in the mountains, in a beautiful wooded area. It’s miles away from anywhere else. There’s a nearby stream for fishing, land for hunting, and a garden for the summer. It’s been set up for you and Jack to spend your honeymoon, and it’s yours to visit any time you wish.” David, “Wow, thanks, Rose!” Ethan, “I want a cabin.” James, “Stage a coup and you can get one.” Ethan goes up behind David and grabs him, making a chokehold, “Easy.” David drops his eggs with a spectacular clatter and tries to wrestle Ethan away. James hoots and yells. David breaks free of Ethan’s grip and then pins him to the counter, “Not today!” James applauds. David, “I bested Silas and Amal, you really think you can beat me?” Ethan sputters, “You’re my fucking baby brother, man! You’re just lucky I’m hungover!” David lets Ethan go, “And you’re lucky I’m a merciful king!” Rose struggles to maintain her composure, “Perhaps you boys should get ready.” David, still laughing, “Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll be ready.”

An elevator door dings open and Rose steps out. She heads down a hallway towards the dressing room. She pauses and look out a window at the front of the palace. A massive crowd stands outside, cheering, waving flags, and happily showing support for David and Jack. The kind of crowds she’s always dreamed of seeing at Jack’s wedding, but under very different circumstances. She sniffs and turns away. She goes into the dressing room, and stops short when she sees Helen and Michelle laughing and looking at pretty dresses. Michelle looks back and sees her, “Hey, Mom, have you got your dress?” Rose, “I’ll be getting ready in my room. I just wanted to make sure that you were getting ready.” Michelle, “Yeah, I’m not gonna miss Jack’s wedding! I’m just helping Helen pick something first!” Rose tried but fails to hide her contempt, “Well, don’t take too long, then.” Michelle, “You knew she was invited, right?” Rose, “Yes, I saw her name on the guest list, I just didn’t expect she’d come here, given what she’s experienced.” Helen, “I’m happy to be here for Jack.” Rose, “Of course you are.”

Rose gets ready in her room, wearing the dress that Jack picked out for her underneath a black blazer. On her vanity, a portrait of young Silas gazes at her. She searches around in her massive jewelry box, and then finds something. She pulls out an old butterfly pin, the one she wore at her wedding. She looks at it for a moment, and then sticks it into her purse.

Jack sits in his wheelchair by the doorway to the mall, groomed and ready to go. He looks up and smiles as Rose approaches. Rose, “Are you ready?” Jack, “Yep.” Rose, “You certainly look handsome,” she smiles warmly, “Can you stand for a moment?” She helps him stand up. Rose reaches into her purse and pulls out the butterfly pin. She pins it on Jack’s chest. He looks down at it curiously, “What?” Rose, “It’s just cheap costume jewelry. I wore it when I married your father. At first I thought Michelle would wear it at her wedding, but that wasn’t going to happen. So then I thought, well, at least the girl you married could wear it at your wedding, but then that wasn’t going to happen.” She straightens his lapel, and then looks him in the eye. Softly, she says, “You should be the one who wears it. After all, you’re the one marrying a king.” Jack, “Thanks, Mom.” Rose hugs him tightly.

Outside the national cathedral, massive crowds gather to cheer and wave flags. Inside, Rose is greeted by Christine, “How are you dear?” Rose, “I’m doing well.” Christine, “Just doing well? I always thought on Jack’s wedding day, you’d be jubilant.” Rose, “I am jubilant.” Christine casts a disapproving look down at Rose’s ensemble, “You know it’s gauche to wear black to a wedding.” Rose, “I’m still in mourning.“ Christine, "For Silas, or for Jack?” Rose, “Have Andrew and Chloe arrived yet?” Christine, “Yes, they have,” she lowers her voice, “And I’m keeping a close eye on Andrew. I told him he was only attending out of your good will, and if he acts up, you will kick him out.” Rose, “Wonderful. I’m glad the Cross family is being represented today.” Christine, “Would you like to meet your new grand-niece?” Rose smiles, “I would like that very much.” Cut to: Chloe holds her daughter, Zoe, in her lap while Christine introduces Rose. Andrew sits beside them, making no effort to hide his boredom. Rose beams, “Oh, she’s so lovely,” she cocks her head to the side, an a small wince of pain shows him her face. Softly, she says, “She has my mother’s eyes.” Chloe laughs, “Really?” Rose, smiling sadly, “Oh, yes. Jack and Michelle both looked like Silas when they were born, I was relieved when Jack’s eyes turned the same color as my mother’s. I was glad to see that at least a little bit of my family was in there.” Beside them, Andrew rolls his eyes. He huffs, “Please excuse me for a moment.” He stands up and leaves. Quietly, Christine says to Rose, “Thank you so much for inviting us.” Rose, “Why wouldn’t I? You’re family.” She sits back in her seat, quiet for a moment, and then says, “Thank you for coming.” Christine, “I knew you would need me today.”

Andrew searches out a secluded place to wait. He turns down a hallway, and is surprised to see Adam standing there. They look at each other awkwardly for a moment, and then Andrew says, “We do keep running into each other, don’t we?” Adam, “How did you get here?“ Andrew, "My Aunt Rose invited me so she could create the image of a happy family. Why are you here?” Adam, “I got invited.” Andrew, “No, why are you here, in this hallway?” Adam, "I don’t like crowds.” Andrew, “PTDS, eh?” Adam, annoyed, “No, I just don’t like crowds.” Andrew, “Good luck with that, then.”

The ceremony, David is unabashedly emotional. He beams stupidly at Jack and fights back tears as the pastor says, “Do you David take Jack to be your lawfully wedded husband?” David, “I do!” Beside Rose, Jessie sobs happily. On Rose’s other side, Michelle and Abby hold hands and giggle. Beside them, Helen smiles brightly. Rose stares down at her hands, fiddling with her wedding rings. The engagement band has a small diamond, the kind a poor soldier would have been able to afford. The pastor says to Jack, “Do you, Jack, take David as your lawfully wedded husband?” Rose looks up, knowing she has to put on a smile. Jack, “I do.” Rose clenches her hands and suppresses a grimace. Pastor, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss!” Jack and David kiss and hug. Everyone applauds. Rose goes along, but fights back tears.

Jack and David happily stand on the palace balcony, waving to the adoring masses below.Inside the palace, Rose watches from a window, behind her, Abby, Michelle, Jessie, and Helen watch, as well. Michelle says to Abby, “This is so embarrassing, can you imagine if we had to do this shit at our wedding?” Abby, “And Mom still finds a way to say that David ruined it.“ They both laugh. Helen silently dabs at her eyes. Jessie, “Are you all right?” Helen, “Oh, I’m fine.” Jessie takes her hand encouragingly, “It’s all right to not be fine.” Helen sniffs and wipes a tear, "It just struck me that I’m never going to see Seth get married.” Jessie hugs her, “I know what that’s like.” Helen, softly, “Thank you.” Jessie steps back, “I don’t know how many times I’ve wondered what John would think of all this king business. I know at least he’d be delighted to see David marrying someone he loves, even if that someone happens to be a prince.” Rose casts them a contemptuous look, “I’m going to go prepare for the evening.” She leaves.

Inside, the ballroom is prepared for the evening reception. Rose sweeps around in a fine black evening dress, making final touches. She talks to the photographer, “This evening is a reception for both Michelle and Jack, so I want you to get pictures of them both equally. Once the guests have arrived they’re going to make an entrance over there…” An aide approaches her, “Ma’am, you’re needed upstairs.”

Rose goes up into Jack and David’s residence. Jack and David are both sharply dressed for the evening, but Jack sits in a chair, while David stands next to him. Rose, “Is something wrong?” David looks up at her, “I don’t think we can do the whole grand entrance thing, Jack’s feeling dizzy.” Rose goes over to Jack, “What, is something wrong?” Jack, “Fine. Just dizzy.” David, “It’s gonna be hard for him to walk into the ballroom.” Rose, “Oh, it’s just a few feet! If you hold on to David’s arm-” Jack interrupts, “I’m dizzy!” David, “Can’t we just skip the entrance?” Rose, “You need to be seen! You can’t just go in with a wheelchair…” Jack interrupts, “Mom!” David, “It’s mostly just my cousins and AFG vets at the reception, not a bunch of fancy society people. We don’t need a big entrance.” Rose struggles to hide her bitterness, “Oh, fine. I’ll set up a reception area. Instead of you coming to the guests, the guests will come to you. Does that sound all right?” Jack, “Yes.” Rose, “I’ll get it set up.” She exits. She goes back down into the ballroom, and begins giving out orders, “We won’t be doing the entrance, have a small reception area set up.”

In the ballroom, Michelle helps Jack get into his seat in the reception area. She’s dressed in a slinky pale pink dress with a tiara, a princess celebrating her wedding. Michelle, "You good?” Jack, “Yeah.” Michelle pulls up a chair beside him and sits. They both survey the ballroom. On the other end, David talks happily to the staff working the room. Michelle, “Do you ever wonder what your wedding would be like if David hadn’t come along and you’d married some girl?” Jack, “What?” Michelle, “I mean like, if Mom had the big, fancy heterosexual royal wedding of her dreams.” Jack, “Miserable.” Michelle, “Yeah, no shit you’d be miserable, but, come on. What if you actually married Katrina Ghent? Or that one bitch, what’s her name, Lucy?” Jack, “Lucinda.” Michelle, “Can you even imagine what an obscene extravaganza Mom would make for that? Like look how happy we are, we’re going to reproduce!” She can’t hide the bitterness in her voice, “Christ, can you imagine if I’d have gotten married to a boy, with Silas walking me down the aisle, daddy’s little girl getting married?!” She laughs harshly. Jack looks at her curiously. Michelle slumps her shoulders a little bit and looks away, “Sorry. I shouldn’t be saying shit like that today.” She reaches over and puts her hand on Jack’s, “We’re lucky. We get to have a little bit of control in all of this. We can have what we want.” Jack, “I wanted bigger.” Michelle looks at him, “What?” Jack, “Me and David. Big wedding. Big gay wedding. David wanted small.” Michelle laughs incredulously, “Well, that’s one way to say, fuck you, Silas.“

At the reception, everything goes well. Michelle, Abby, and David stand to greet guests while Jack sits in a chair in between them. Chloe and Andrew stand in line to shake hands with the newlywed royals. Chloe, “This is so cool! You’ve got to stop publishing bad shit about King David, I want to get invited back!” Andrew, “The truth doesn’t stop mattering because of a few good parties. If you want more invites, ask my mother, she’ll make sure you get in.” Chloe gasps and grabs Andre’s arm, "Is that Monique Magnifique?! I love her!” Back with the royals, during a quick break between guests, David checks in with Jack, “Are you doing okay?” Jack, “Yep.” Michelle, “You’re real royalty now, David. Just try not to think of how many people scratched their ass before shaking your hand.” Andrew and Chloe step up. Michelle, “Jesus, I specifically told Mom not to invite you!” Andrew, “It’s wonderful to see you again, Michelle.” Chloe, “Hi!” Michelle, “Hi, Chloe.” Andrew steps toward David, “Your Majesty, it is an absolute honor to be meeting you again.” David cautiously plays along, “Yeah, glad to see you.” Andrew, “Jack, I see you’ve progressed well with your recovery.“ Jack, “Eat me.” Andrew turns to David, “Last time I saw him, he couldn’t even speak to insult me,” he changes tone, “I’d like to introduce you to my wife Chloe.” David shakes her hand, “You just had a baby, didn’t you?” Chloe laughs and snorts, utterly delighted and star-struck, “Yeah, I did!” David, “Well, I’m very glad to meet you.” Chloe, “You’re the king!” Andrew, “I know my publication-” Jack interrupts, “Gossip website.” Andrew presses on, “Isn’t always in line with the official AFG, and now royal story, but you must understand, I’m simply a servant of the truth.” Jack, “Our sex tape.” David, “Which was filmed in Gath without our knowledge or consent.” Chloe, “It was hot!” Andrew, “As I said, I only serve the truth. You have said all along that you intent to be open and honest. As long as you aren’t hiding anything, I’d say you and I are on the same side.” David, “And if I find out that you’re accepting classified information from Gath, I’m going to shut you down.” Andrew laughs, “You have nothing to fear.” Jack, “Lying mother fucker.” Andrew, "Truly his father’s son.” Michelle, “Eat a bag of dicks!” Chloe giggles. Andrew, “It was a lovely wedding, and I hope you enjoy your reception.”

Later, on the dance floor, Michelle and Abby happily dance. Jessie dances with Ethan. Chloe dances with a handsome AFG vet. David cautiously approaches Rose, “May I have this dance?” Rose looks at him for a moment, slightly dismayed, and then says, “Well, I can’t say no, can I?” David leads her onto the dance floor, and they begin to dance. People stop and watch. Rose, “You know, Silas was quite a dancer.” David, “Really?” Rose, “Oh, yes. He was always doing things to try and impress me, and he was a terrible showoff.” David, softly, “You must miss him.” Rose is taken slightly aback, “I… I do,” she pauses for a moment, and says, “It’s hard to mourn for a man like Silas.” David, "You still loved him.” Rose smiles, sadly, “Yes, I did.”

On the palace helipad, Jessie hugs David while Jack says goodbye to Rose and Michelle. David, “We’re spending two weeks at the cabin Rose gave us. It’ll just be us, but we’ll stay in contact with everyone, so you don’t have to worry.” Jessie, “I’m not worried!” She takes David’s hands and she smiles up at him, he eyes full of tears, “I’m so happy for you. As a mom, I never hoped or dreamed that you’d be a hero or a king, but I always hoped that you’d find someone to love,” she looks adoringly over at Jack, “And I couldn’t be happier that Jack is that person!” She leans in and hugs him tightly. From the back, Michelle says, “I’m really happy for you, too. You go and enjoy having nothing to do for two weeks okay?” Jack and David both laugh and say okay. Rose steps forward. She kneels down to where she can be eye to eye with Jack, and takes his hand. Her voice shakes and her eyes fill with tears, “I’m proud of you. And I’m happy. I truly am. You deserve the love you’ve found,” She lowers her voice, “Your father would be very happy for you, too.” Michelle laughs angrily, “Dad?” Rose and Jack look at her. Michelle, “Dad would rather shoot himself again than see Jack marry David!” Rose, “Michelle!” Michelle, “I’m sorry, but it’s true!” Rose, “You don’t know that!” Michelle, “And you don’t know that he’d be happy!” Rose covers her mouth in dismay. Michelle looks at Jack, “Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You and David go off to your cabin and be happy, okay? Forget about Dad and forget about what I said. Just go be happy,” her voice trembles bitterly, “Please.” She turns around and leaves. Rose calls after her, “Michelle! Michelle!” She looks desperately back at Jack, “She didn’t mean that!” Jack puts a hand on Rose’s shoulder, “It’s okay.” The helicopter pilot comes up to them, and says to David, “Everything’s ready. We just need you to get on.” David nods, and puts his hand on Jack’s shoulder. Rose, “Go. Have a good time. Enjoy yourselves. We’ll all be fine back here.” Jack hugs Rose, “I love you, Mom.” Rose, “I love you, too.”

Michelle and Abby sit in the back of a limo. Michelle sulks in her seat, gazing out the window, “Fucking traffic.” Abby, “It’s the wedding. If we’re gonna be stuck in traffic, it might as well be in a palace limo.” Michelle gets out a bottle of booze from the minibar and knocks it back. Abby, “Are you okay?” Michelle, “I’m fine.” Abby, “You’ve been pissed off all day at an event where everyone else is happy.” Michelle, “David pissed me off.” Abby, “With the bachelor party?” Michelle, “And the girl!” Abby, “Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.” Michelle gives her a dirty look, and they sit in silence for a moment. Abby, “Jack still seemed pretty happy. Seems fair to say he’s forgiven David.” Michelle, bitterly, “Well I haven’t.” Abby thinks for a moment, choosing her words carefully, “I’m gonna go out on a limb here, but is this some weird Silas bullshit?” Michelle, “What?!” Abby, “Whenever you’re angry and I can’t figure out why, the answer is usually Silas.” Michelle, “I am angry at David!” Abby, “Who just made Jack happy in a major way, and I know you want Jack to be happy. This is about Silas.” Michelle looks out the window angrily. Finally, she says, “Mom told Jack that Silas would be proud of him today. Please. He never wanted Jack to be happy.” Abby, “Yeah except you definitely told me that he told you that he was proud of both you and Jack.” Michelle, “What?” Abby, “When he showed you all the family pictures.” Michelle, “That was Silas trying to convince us he wasn’t a complete sack of shit!” Abby, “Do you wish he was here?” Michelle, “Jesus, no! I love Jack, I’d never want to put him through that!” Abby, “Do you wish he was at our wedding?” Michelle, “Silas is dead. There’s no point in talking about any of this!” Abby, “Well, we’re here, and we’re talking about it,” she looks out the window, “And it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” Another very long, awkward silence. Michelle mutters, "I used to dream about my wedding, a lot, when I was little. I mean, it’s what little girls do, dream about a big white princess wedding with my daddy walking me down the aisle. And then I learned about genetically-transmitted diseases and I knew that any kids I had would have it,” she sniffs, “No child deserves what I went through, what Seth and Kathleen went through. But what choice did I have? I’m a fucking princess, and a princess’s only purpose is to get married and reproduce. It used to make me sick, thinking that I’d have to bring a sick kid into this world, and watch them suffer, the way I was suffering. I made my vows when I was weak, delirious, and desperate not to die. I regretted them almost immediately, they seemed so stupid and childish… but then I realized that if I never got married, I’d never have to have kids. So it’s what I did. I gave up on this fantasy falling in love and having a beautiful wedding. And then… everything fucking changed. Suddenly, I’m not a princess any more, and I have control over my life. I can do things! I can have what I want! I can have what I’ve always wanted, but been so, so scared of.” she looks over at Abby. Abby reaches over and takes Michelle’s hand, “Did you want a big wedding?” Michelle, “I… I want my Dad to see this. To know that I’m happy. And to be happy for me.” She breaks down crying. Abby scoots over, puts her arm around Michelle, and pulls her in so she can cry on her shoulder. Michelle, “I’m glad we got married the way we did. I just want to be married to you, more than anything. A big wedding would have cost a ton of money and been a pain in the ass. But it’s just fucked up I can have all this things that once seemed so fucking impossible, just not this one thing, this one fucking thing that means so much to me.” She sniffs and wipes her eyes. Abby gently brushes the hair from her forehead. Michelle, “I really miss my dad, sometimes.”

Rose walks through the palace hallways, exhausted. The evening went well, but she still wrings her hands with anxiety. She comes up to a portrait of Silas, and pauses. The portrait hangs slightly crooked. Carefully, Rose sets it straight.

Rose goes into her apartment. Christine follows behind her. Rose sits down and takes her shoes off. Christine, “Are you all right, darling?” Rose, “I’ll be fine. Michelle- Michelle said something awful about Silas, but the evening was a success.” Christine, “What did she say?” Rose, “That he would rather shoot himself again than see Jack marry David.” Christine, “What a cunt. She gets it from you.” Rose, “Would bring me a drink?” Christine goes over to the bar and pours two drinks. She brings one over to Rose, and sits down beside her. Rose sips her drink, “You know, when they performed Silas’s autopsy, they had to catalogue all the scars and old injuries that Silas had- no small task. Linus and I, we went through everything, identifying and remembering all the times he’d been wounded,” she sips her drink, “The doctor said his back- he’d never seen anything like his back- he said Silas would have been in pain- constant, agonizing pain,” she shakes her head, dismayed, “I never heard him so much as complain of a sore muscle.” Christine, “Silas was a freak. He didn’t experience pain normally. I swear, half of those scars he got on purpose because you’d be there in the hospital, nursing him back to health.” Rose, “There was this scar on his jaw bone, the doctor explained he must have broken it at some point. Linus was terribly confused, Silas never broke his jaw in combat. But I knew. His father did that,” She blinks, and tears fall down her face, “Pain was the only constant in his life. I don’t think he knew what it’s like to not feel pain.” Christine, “I’ll be honest with you, Rose. Silas could have been happy for his children to marry the people they love, even if his son-in-law was the one who overthrew him. But he’d never be happy just living a quiet life up in the mountains. He’d be miserable without a war to fight and a nation to lead, and you know it. He couldn’t stand losing. He couldn’t stand Gilboa carrying on without him. He got exactly what he wanted.” Rose, “So where does that leave me? Where am I in this glorious death?!” Christine, “You’re the proud mother of two wonderful children who just married the people they love. You want them to be happy, and now you’re getting exactly what you want.”

In the bedroom of the cabin, Jack lays in bed, patiently waiting for David. “All is Full of Love (Voltaic Version)” by Björk plays softly on the stereo. The bathroom door opens, and David steps out, his hair and skin still damp, a towel draped around his hips. Jack grins with delight as David approaches the bed and tosses the towel aside. David crawls into bed. He gives Jack a long, slow, passionate kiss. Jack loops his arm around David’s waist. David, softly, “Hold on a sec…” Jack sits his head to the side, “Hm?” David runs his hand through Jack’s hair, “I just want to appreciate this for a moment,” he smiles brilliantly, “You’re my husband.” Jack laughs, “You’re my husband.” David laughs and kisses along Jack’s shoulder, “My husband, my husband,” he looks up into Jack’s eyes, “I’d like to introduce you to my husband, Jack Shepherd.” Jack, “My name is Jack Shepherd.” David beams with pride, tears filling his eyes, “You’re my husband. No one can take you away from me. I’m going to protect you. No one’s going to hurt you, ever again.” Jack puts his hand on the back of David’s head, and draws their faces together, murmuring, “David, David…” David puts a hand on Jack’s cheek, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Jack struggles to find the right words, “I n-never, I never… I- I’m married. I’m happy. I never… I never… I love you.” David kisses him, full of hot passion.

Rose sits at her vanity, wearing a robe, her hair tied up behind her. She takes her makeup off with cold cream, and wipes that off with a towel. She looks at her makeup-free reflection, tired, sad, alone.

In their bedroom, Abby zips Michelle out of her dress and leaves a line of slow kisses along her neck and shoulder. Michelle moans as Abby sticks a hand down her panties.

Jack, cries out, grasps at the sheets and arches his hips into David’s as they make love.

Rose goes over to her side of the bed, which now seems much too large for just one person. She stops at her bedside table and sees a photograph of her younger self and Silas, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing happily, deliriously in love. She picks up the picture frame and looks at it.

Michelle’s toes curl as she drapes her legs over Abby’s shoulders. She leans back on the bed as Abby kneels on the floor and pleasures her. Without losing her pace, Abby reaches forward and takes Michelle’s hand, and Michelle grasps it as tightly as she can as she reaches climax.

Jack lays blissfully in David’s arms, still somewhat in disbelief that this sort of happiness could actually happen to him.

Rose puts the frame back down, picture side flat on the table. She takes her robe off, a plain nightgown on underneath. She gets into bed, and turns the light out.

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