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uyuforu · 3 months ago

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Venus in Hehe (200002) Persona Chart

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ᥫ᭡.ᐟ In Signs & Degrees

ᯓ If you have a 0°, just ignore it, it doesn't mean anything in the degree theory. Moreover, it can just add more intensity to the Sign and House placements. ᯓ

ᯓ♡ Aries, 1°, 13°, 25° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be very passionate and intense. This can be the kind of relationship where two people love to annoy each other. It can often means you'll love to sting each other playfully, such as playfully missing with each other, or fighting just for fun. You could pretend to argue, or you could also like to tease each other a lot. This can seem a little to harsh to others, but you know it is for fun and it is a way for both of you to express the love you have for each other. At least that's how you do it, and your Spouse knows about it.

ᯓ♡ Taurus, 2°, 14°, 26° ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your marriage can often be expressed in a very romantic way in your side. You could want to be a very calm place for your spouse, you could also love to just chill around with your Spouse. Going on dates, going out to eat together, literally doing anything from the daily life is a date to you. You love to spend time with your Spouse. But soft and romantic times together when you are jsut resting on the couch, drinking wine, eating delicious food, etc. This can be the kind of romance to be very sweet. You could also have a romance in your marriage that is all about buying things for each other, surprising each other with some little gifts.

ᯓ♡ Gemini, 3°, 15°, 27° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage is all about communication, you could have a lot of times where you express your love to each other through communication, but this could also be poems, love letters, etc. You could also love to talk with your Spouse, perhaps often having a conversations on many different topics, having debates, etc. You love when you can learn things from your Spouse but you can also love when you can teach them things. You'll love the intellectual side of your Spouse and marriage. You could also have a marriage where you can laugh a lot with your Spouse and have inside jokes together. This could also be a marriage where you can share hobbies with your Spouse or interests, and you can so know each other by heart as well.

ᯓ♡ Cancer, 4°, 16°, 28° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage is very sweet, a very calm one. You can often feel like you love sharing at home moments with your Spouse, perhaps just wanting to stay with them, because it feels more comfortable this way. You could also be very soft with your Spouse, more than with others. It gives the "I have a strong soft spot for you", and being mean to others lol. You and your Spouse could share a very sweet bond, very romantic too, but you could be quite private about it. You could also love to be at service of your Spouse, helping them, and taking care of them. You could be very into nurturing your Spouse as well.

ᯓ♡ Leo, 5°, 17°, 29° ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your marriage is very big and generous, you could be the kind of Spouse to also love to pour your love on your partner. The type to kiss passionately your spouse randomly lol. You could also often have physical touch when it comes to romance, perhaps often touching your partner. You are proud they are yours. You could also love to make each other feel good about yourself, often giving each other compliments, and you could also have some gift giving as well. You could love to buy things your Spouse wanted for them, but they could also love to do the same for you. They'll want to treat you like a Queen/ King. But you'll also give the energy back because you are very generous with how you love.

ᯓ♡ Virgo, 6°, 18° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage is quite practical and in fact very thoughtful. You could indeed share a deep love for each other, but never show it to others, it's quite private for you. You could have a lot where you could often feel like every activities together is a date. You'll also remind of each other's love everyday through thoughtful actions, or reminders. You could so pick up your Spouse's favorite food on the way home, or leaving a cute note to your Spouse before they go to work. Or this could also be about helping each other through the day, or remind each other of healthy habits, watching out for their health, etc.

ᯓ♡ Libra, 7°, 19° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be quite romantic and sweet. This can be a veryyyy romantic placement to have, you could feel like just cuddling and kissing all day. This is a placement also to have when there can be a lot of dates, a lot of sweet romantic gestures and turning everything into a date. You could also have a romantic marriage in general, but this could also go to you always wanting to stay in good shape or look good because despite being married, the rizz and flirt never stop. You could constantly want to seduce your partner and make them fall in love with you a thousand times more. The kind of romance where you constantly remind each other of your love, feelings, you give each other compliments and sweet gestures.

ᯓ♡ Scorpio, 8°, 20° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be very intimate, but also this can be a very intense and passionate marriage. Despite anything that can happen, this romance is very intimate here, you'll always be more romantic behind close doors. Though this is a marriage where both of you love to stick together, you often are two magnets wanting to stay next to each other. You could have a very physical bond, always wanting to be indeed near each other, but romance could be expressed more physically. You could not really communicate your feelings with words but more with physical touch. You could also have a connection where you express you love each other through being jealous and sometimes possessive. Not talking about extreme and toxic cases tho.

ᯓ♡ Sagittarius, 9°, 21° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be quite adventurous and exciting. You could feel like you really need to often have something new in your marriage to make you excited for the future. You'll so love to go with your Spouse on surprising dates or surprise gateways. You could love to travel together, love to also go on romantic week ends as well. This can be the kind of Marriage where you often love to also walk around, go on dates and see what can happen, not planning anything and just letting life surprise you. You could love to learn things together, perhaps also you'll love to talk together, teaching each other many things, you can also love to have deep convo with them, philosophical ones as well.

ᯓ♡ Capricorn, 10°, 22° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be quite a serious matter for you. You could acknowledge that Marriage is in fact a very serious commitment and you could often feel like you'll need to work hard to keep it healthy and happy. You could have a traditional marriage and you could also have a quite romantic one in fact. This marriage can indeed have you go on dates often, celebrate the dates of your romance but in a quite traditional way. You could also be quite soft but private about your love for each other. You'll not be the kind of couple that go along in front of everyone, you'll keep it quite low in front of people, preferring the intimacy of close doors. Your marriage and romance for you is truly between you and your Spouse. So only you two should see and feel the love you share for each other.

ᯓ♡ Aquarius, 11°, 23° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be quite different and unique. You could have the romance in your marriage to be very spontaneous, perhaps going on a lot of unplanned dates, or just having a date just because you want to. This can also be the kind of romance that is not traditional. You could love to surprise each other with random thoughtful attentions. You'll love also to have inside jokes together, or remind each other of memories only you two can get. This cna also be a quite "online" or "connected" romance, meaning perhaps you can often sending each others videos that remind you of your romance, you can also do some tiny actions that is super sweet. Just doing things for each other everyday that reminds you of your love for each other. Even if its not flowers, sometimes it can also be just preparing breakfast and making every food heart shaped.

ᯓ♡ Pisces, 12°, 24° ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your marriage can be quite sweet and romantic. You could have a marriage where you love to just stay together, holding hands, kissing, this can be very soft. If you could to that all day, it would be paradise. You could have a marriage where you could often have to have your daily dose of romance, you could be very sweet to each other, often kissing, cuddling, going on dates as well too. You could go with physical touch and words of romance as well. You could also be in your own world when you are together. This can be a romance that can seem a little cringey to others, but it doesn't"t matter to both of you because you know what you feel for each other is real love.

ᥫ᭡.ᐟ In the Houses

ᯓ♡ In the 1H ♡ᯓ

Romance in your Marriage can be more physical for you, perhaps you could express love to your Spouse in your marriage as more physical, for example PDA, kisses, hugs, a caress on the should or hip, or even the back, etc. You could love holding hands whenever you are together somewhere, always touching each other somehow is something you like to do. You could often be found close to each other, even when you are not physically touching each other. You could also always look at each other's eyes and get what each other means. Moreover, this can also be the kind of relationship where you know each other by heart. You know exactly what the other person will say, or think, you literally make one. You show love in your marriage by knowing your spouse by heart but also more physically.

ᯓ♡ In the 2H ♡ᯓ

Romance in your Marriage could be very stable. You could have a very comfortable marriage and this could also make you feel like romance could be daily for you. For example often planning dates between you and your Spouse, chilling at home, eating together, cooking together, etc. You could often buy things for each other, this could go to expensive gifts to cheap ones. The prices here may not really matter, as long as you make a romantic surprise for your Spouse. You could for example often love to surprise your Spouse with a meal or a snack they love, or helping them with something, leaving cute notes in the house for them, etc. It's all about making your Spouse feel loved everyday through little thoughtful attentions.

ᯓ♡ In the 3H ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in your Marriage could be very sweet talking. You could often remind your Spouse you love them, how much you do, how they make you feel, perhaps you could also often write to them poems, letters, or cute notes to tell them your feelings. You could text and call your spouse often, perhaps even send them some tiktoks/reels/ memes, things as such that expresses your feelings. You could also post your Spouse online, etc. Your Spouse and you could often chat in general, but this could so mean you could often discuss your feelings for each other, or even just talking about each other's day is a way to remind each other you are here for each other. You could also share hobbies together, or take interest in each other's hobbies as a proof of love.

ᯓ♡ In the 4H ♡ᯓ

Your Romance in the Marriage could be very soft, so gentle and cute. You could really want to make you and your Spouse a true family, a soft and feel safe here. You could love to cuddle with your Spouse, you could also love to just stay at home with your Spouse. You could feel you and your Spouse are soulmates, it may feel very natural to be together. Your Spouse is your home and your safe place here, which makes you feel anxious to be away from them. Romance here is very sweet, romantic, you could also have a lot of dates at home.

ᯓ♡ In the 5H ♡ᯓ

You could show love in your Marriage through dates, and flirts. Even after years of being married with your Spouse, this can be a relationship where you still flirt and rizz your spouse. You could even stay in love through the whole marriage with this placement. There is a feeling of you never wanting the romance to die, and you'll work hard for it to never happen. You could often want to plan dates, romantic gateways as well for you and your partner to find each other again. You never want to forget an anniversary and you could also just want to get daily romantic gestures for your Spouse. You could also want to make your partner laugh and have a good time with you, making you feel like it is a never ending fun of marriage.

ᯓ♡ In the 6H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your Marriage could be very daily vibe, meaning you could often want to do things daily, even "little" or "small" signs of affection, to remind each other of your feelings. This can be important for you, mostly if you both are busy with work or schedule. This could be the kind of marriage where you can leave cute notes for your partner, or surprise them with little thoughtful attentions. You could also desire to help your partner in their life in general, work, schedule, health also. You could want to watch out and take care of your Spouse, perhaps even trying to take care of their diet as well. You could always make time to help your Spouse, check up on them, and also trying to give them thoughtful advices.

ᯓ♡ In the 7H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your Marriage could be quite very romantic. In fact you could have a way to show off romance in your marriage in a very sweet and romantic way. It is similar to the 5H placement, but here it is less cheeky or "fun", it is clearly romantic. You could even feel like you have been the most romantic in this relationship, and you do the most romantic things to your partner in your entire life. This could be a marriage where you want to turn everything into a date, into a romance. You could do a lot of dates with your partner, you could honestly do anything for them with this placement. Perhaps the ultimate romance placement. But you'll also expect the same from your partner. This placement suggests you'll be in love with your partner for a very long time or you'll love them perhaps forever. At least you'll feel this way.

ᯓ♡ In the 8H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your Marriage can be quite... steamy lol. I know the 8H is often only linked to 18+ activities, despite it is not only that, it is still often something present here. You could so indeed feel very passionate about your Spouse, wanting to pleasure them, and wanting to also show your love and care in a more physical way. You could so be more private about your way to show love to your spouse. So indeed a lot of love making. You could also simply be more into pda when you are just the two of you, perhaps more hugging, cuddling, kissing in private. You could show love also into knowing everything about your spouse, listening to their worries, to their fear, trying to make them feel better, assist them. You care a lot about them and you could listen to them and then see how you can make them feel better or help them.

ᯓ♡ In the 9H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your Marriage could be quite spontaneous, you could often surprise your spouse with some affections of yours, and always doing things or showing your love in a way they would have not expected. You could often share your hobbies and passions with your spouse, but you also want them to do the same with you. You could so want to discover more with your Spouse, wanting to share hobbies together, or encouraging each other to pursue more. You could also share informations, have debates and discussions with your Spouse to help each other expand your minds, and just also see things in a different way. This seems a little odd for some when it comes to Romance, but the idea of having someone make you more aware of your thoughts or helping you expand your ideas and horizons is quite romantic in some way. There could also be some gateway trips and surprise holidays.

ᯓ♡ In the 10H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your marriage could be very serious and loyal, you could perhaps not show off too much about your romance to others, so you could not be into pda, but you could def want to show your romance to your Spouse behind closed doors. You could indeed be quite sweet and romantic, wanting to let your spouse know you are there for them whenever they need. This can be also a placement that suggests you show Romance to your Spouse in a way to take care of them, perhaps you could desire to let them know they do not need to always do things, you can also be there for them.

ᯓ♡ In the 11H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in your Marriage could be quite friendly. Lol, it is just that you could feel like you share a true connection with your Spouse, a connection of unconditional love, you could so share such a strong friendship with them. Perhaps you could show love through your connection, wanting your Spouse to know you care about them, you listen to them, you are here for them. You could so want them to know you aren't only a lover, you are also a friend, you trust them the most and they trust you the most. You could also share dreams with your Spouse and so you could have a marriage where your dreams of both of you are in true coordination. You could often also show each other off on social medias but also you could send each other memes or things on social medias. You could also often call or text your Spouse. This could be a very spontaneous romance as well.

ᯓ♡ In the 12H ♡ᯓ

The Romance in the marriage is very private, very intimate here. In this house that can be about a romance that only you and your Spouse will know, you can only show off romance in private doors as well. Not the kind of couple in the marriage to show off their love, to talk romantically to each other in front of each other. BUT! This can also be about a very spiritual romance. You can have the feeling you and your Spouse are soulmates here, you can also have a feeling you and your spouse understand each other on another level, like telepathically kind of thing. You can also like to surprise each other with gifts. A very big romance here, cuddly, soft, and very cute!! So sweet, but may kinda seem cringey for others. Though this may be a romance only you two get it.

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tarotwithdanise · 9 months ago

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୨୧ | 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟏.

This person can be childish and they are aware of it but wouldn't say it or they hate child/kids or doesn't prefer to have a child/kids or they already have a child or children.

They are deceptive or manipulative individual or they don't trust anyone even love ones or they do not like to respect people who think too high about themselves specifically older and people who are part of politics.

They don't want to be alone or they fear about being alone or left alone or they want freedom, if they still living in the same roof with their parents.

They are attracted to both sex (male and female) or have been in a relationship with different genders from the past.

If someone close to them are loyal or friendly to someone, they hate it or they don't find pets adorable. They dislike someone who is too friendly through their perspective.

They avoid the topic of marriage, engagement and wedding but. they are deeply loyal and committed to a relationship, it just seems they don't want to settle right away and wants to deepen the connection between the person they are with or if not they might be married before.

They changes everytime they are in a relationship or when you finally get married to them.

They seek for the missing puzzles of their life and mind, they want to complete it so they can find the balance into their life however they know within themselves that how they can find it when they often do rely with others.

They can hide it within themselves but what they show to people are not really them, they hide themselves through wearing individual masks everyday-the reason might be they fear the judgement of people specifically their friends.

They got involved into a third party situation or they are the one who is the third party or they have a love relationship with a distant relative or they fall in love with a friend

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If this is a male, he mostly tells a lie or if not, this person has been lied to by someone else or has been betrayed by someone. In another term, they can detect lies from miles.

They are observant people, they noticed everything. They are mostly types of people "head over heart".

They like the idea of being rich, fancy and expensive things but very calculative about their expenses.

Someone who is very thrifty, someone who would prefer to walk rather than to take public transportation.

They can be a follower of an old family tradition perhaps a very religious group of people.

Their love language is an act of service.

They are somewhat called an "internet troller" or someone who has an amazing hacking skills.

They like gossip even though you frequently see them quiet, they mostly know the gossip that people spread around them. They can be the one who spread false rumor and liked it but ended themselves in trouble.

They are someone who prefers calls rather than texts. Preferably the one who is gonna put nicknames.

They believe in karma and equality but they prefer to do it by themselves.

୨୧ | 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟑.

They quickly develop feelings for someone, if that 'someone' shows some kindness and care towards them.

They like black, gothic and dark music.

They believe in faith, luck and destiny. They strongly believe that "everything in perfect time is gonna happen".

You may frequently see this person wearing some sort of eye contact, eye glasses or something similar to those things.

They like to avoid crowded places, they may suffer anxiety. They may have a few circle of friends.

They can be mentors. A teacher. Or if not, someone who usually takes most of their time in arts or museums.

If they're a woman they can have a very deep voice while if they're a man they may have high-pitched. They may be good at singing.

They're family oriented but if they go out with their family, they are the ones who usually want to go home first.

At first, they may look intimidating, cold and have a rbf face but once you know them they're someone who is a jokester and likes to treat people with their money.

They are moody, if they don't want it. This person won't force themselves to do it.

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papenathys · 2 months ago

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One of the things I find particularly interesting about the rise of cozy or "queernorm" fantasy books in the past couple of years is when authors want to specifically focus on one kind of oppression, while eradicating the rest from their fantasy universe.

This is NOT referring to some authors who don't want to overstep with alternate histories or queer stories. For example, I don't mind that Andrew Joseph White mainly portrayed the lives of white transmasculine folks in The Spirit Bares Its Teeth, a horror fantasy novel which is set in Victorian England, without his mentioning the plight of people of color, especially colonized subjects, probably living through the same harrowing cult-like medical experimentation and loss of bodily autonomy as the central white British characters did (and probably worse, because of race, colonisation and class differences). That is actually okay with me, because that is not his story to tell. This is not so much erasure, as discretion about choosing what you can write about, with tact and responsibility.

However, as for the Bridgerton-style rise of alternate fantasy or "diverse" historical romances, I notice that I often come across books where people use neopronouns and everyone is ok with gay marriage, and racism is also eradicated from the world (not just legally, but socio-culturally) but like.....upper class cis women are still somehow the most oppressed faction of all, and are getting bartered into arranged marriages with dukes and nobles.

And this bothers me to some degree, because it seems to contradict how the structures of oppression are interlinked, and how these structures depend on each other to keep functioning stably.

Take for example, marriage and capitalism. Like, you're telling me in your queernorm universe, people are okay with same-sex relationships and marriage. This implies, at least on a very simplified level, that society has overcome its prejudices (or never had any, to begin with) against

a) romantic relationships that do not replicate heteronormativity, or domestic structures.

b) alliances with high chances of non-traditional family structures, in terms of procreation, kinship and offspring. in simpler terms, more possibility of living together (not marriage), or alternately, child-free marriage, poly relationships, commune systems etc.

c) individuals with non-normative marginalized genders.

This would ideally imply that there is no need for women's bodies to be used as capital, and they are no longer dehumanized, used as material goods (in their roles as wives and mothers, in terms of labor and sexual service) and that society is chill with any type of union, even outside of institutionally sanctioned marriages.

However, instead, for necessary conflict, there is *still* intense and often violent social pressures upon women to get married and reproduce in these queernorm books. Why. Like let's just take a moment. Why. If the heteropatriarchy has been dismantled, or at least isn't so rigorously adhered to as in the real world, why is there one isolated axis of oppression that persists in this case (by isolated, I don't mean for individuals, I mean only applicable to one marginalized group)?

I feel like I'm not doing a great job explaining this, but you guys know what I mean right?

Note: I also know that historically upper class women were cordoned off from participating in labor, and often their duties were relegated to childbirth and upholding traditional marriage, while lower-class/caste women were expected to be the bread earners and participate in labor with the male members of their family. But again, let us consider the context of this diverse society and see how that system holds up. Why? Is the functionality of this queernorm society still contingent to the rules of capitalism?

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Monster mate matching service. This takes place in the future after the first human appeared in the monster realm/dimension and over time more humans have been appearing (either due to the Monster adoption or wormholes etc). Humans are much more cemented to society having their own housing and stuff and jobs, no longer a work of fiction or myths to most of monster society. However while it is fairly easy for humans to find potencial partners, there are potencial issues that come since every human is different. Some humans can’t wrap their heads around the numerous of monsters going after like other humans can. Some humans are way too scared to get themselves out there, some humans too introverted, some can’t handle the massive amounts of sex requests or proposals or dates. Some humans want to establish a certain relationship and find monsters within the masses that may align with their own goals (situationships/friends/flings/dating/marriage). So the Monster mate matching service allows humans to get out there and sort through different monsters to see who could potentially be the one they are looking for no matter the type of relationship be it sexual romantic or platonic or a mix. Humans also create a profile allowing everyone in the service to match up with those who they are interested in. So whether you are looking for a life long commitment, a fun hang out or a raunchy pleasure session this service has it all and is able to outline what you are comfortable with.

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fizziepopangel · 5 months ago

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Chaggie Headcanons

Vaggie is the first to say ‘i love you’

Valentine’s day and their anniversary are very big days for Charlie and Vaggie, those tend to be the go big or go home dates as a couple…. But Vaggie’s birthday is one of Charlie’s favorite days.

Vaggie and Charlie have a standing reservation at Ozzie’s for their anniversary. Ozzie always makes sure they have the best table and the best service.

Vaggie tends to be more of a doer than a giver when it comes to gifts, so she tries to give Charlie more experiences rather than physical gifts for any gift giving occasion, Every experience does come with a keepsake though.

Charlie loves to give gifts, and often does it unprompted, but for her birthday, their anniversary, and Valentine’s day, Charlie tends to drop a pretty penny to get things that she knows Vaggie will use but tend to be too expensive for her to justify buying them for herself.

Charlie is a huge cuddle bug and is usually the one to initiate most of the couples cuddly moments, but Vaggie is usually the little spoon. Charlie loves it because she likes that Vaggie feels safe enough to be that vulnerable type of position with her.

When Vaggie got her wings back they did cause a flare up of pain in her back around the base of them so Charlie went to her dad to ask him about how to help her girlfriend with taking care of them properly and if there were any precautions she should take regarding the pain. She then put together a care package based off the advice. Vaggie sobbed for an hour when it was given to her.

Working out has always been something Vaggie enjoyed. Charlie isn’t really into working out, but she often goes to the gym with Vaggie because she does enjoy watching Vaggie workout.

While the couple has a sexual relationship within the romance they share, Charlie is a bit too awkward when it comes to trying to be sexy to consider herself sexy….. Although she was wildly uncomfortable, She did as Angel to try to teach her to pole dance…. Many, many failed attempts at different tricks, Vaggie found the princess pouting and sitting on a bag of frozen peas while Angel told her that pole dancing probably wasn’t for her.

Despite her outward confidence, Vaggie feels just as awkward as Charlie when trying to be sexy on purpose, so she found Charlie’s little attempt at practicing being sexy for her pretty hot.

When Charlie is away for the night for any reason, Vaggie wears her shirts as a comfort item…. That got a little harder when she regained her wings, but she still does it

Vaggie is convinced Charlie gives the best backrubs….. Vaggie in the other hand gives the best worst back rubs.

The couple goes on double dates with Angel and Husk. Charlie and Angel dragged Vaggie and Husk dancing….. Vaggie felt too awkward dancing in front of others and Husk had two left feet, so they sat at the bar, drinking and watching their happy idiots spinning around the dancefloor.

Vaggie and Charlie refer to Keekee as their child.

Calling Keekee their child would open up the conversation of marriage and kids. While they both want to get married and have kids, Vaggie is more than fine with not being able to get pregnant in hell and over the moon when they talk about adoption rather than trying to magically get one of them pregnant.

Vaggie always insisting she doesn't need a sweater, but Charlie ends up handing hers over when her girlfriend starts shivering.

Charlie doesn't get sick often, but when she does, she's miserable. Vaggie makes her the soup her mom used to make her when she was little. And yes, she does this for their kids too.

Although Vaggie tends to be the more protective one in the couple, God help the poor soul who hurts Vaggie in any way.

There are so many candid photos of both of them. Charlie hangs them up all around their bedrooms, even arranging them in the shape of a heart.

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puddlestories · 2 months ago

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Traditional Complications

Four x GN (no gendered pronouns or description)

Idea: some head-canons on the different ways Hylian affection may be different to us humans, as well as a small fic: you and Four clearly like each other, however, due to the courting expectations in Hyrule, it may be a bit more complicated than you expected.

CW: mentions of injury but no description, courting expectations, lack of historical accuracy despite attempts /lh, inspired by other writers.

8.4k words; not proof-read

Starting off at the basics, it’s important to display what type of time period we would currently be in: it’s stated as part of the Zelda wiki that the series is most likely be set within the medieval periods within Western Europe, so I’ll bring details of this into the writing for some world building. Specifically, the courting ideas will be based on middle and late medieval periods.

For certain boys their jobs can have different impacts on their quality of life, for example, for Four, being a blacksmith would have held him in a respected position within his village, being extremely important to the crafting of tools and weapons. Living within the borders of Castle Town, he’d be considered as more of an urban blacksmith meaning a much more likely demand for guilds/ military needs, meaning more demand for, still, weapons, but also armour, though this would likely be more specialised- already seen by how Four focuses primarily on weapons and likely tools, though I like to believe his grandfather was likely armourer considering his respect from the crown themselves, paired by his son’s high position among the knights as a Captain.

Now, a captain of knights could be seen as either a Lord or a man promoted to his position, not necessarily a separate rank; within our medieval knowledge this would basically mean that this could be a similar pay grade to the other knights but increased respect within social circles, especially considering he has links to the crown, enough so that his son is even Princess Zelda’s friend. Whether Link’s father is a Lord or simply a knight, their household is certainly not struggling for money: Grandpa Smith would have been a skilled labourer and received what would be close to a payment when he stopped his service, especially if stopped due to injury, Father getting a skilled labourer’s wage for being a knight, and then Four earning both for whichever career path he chose, plus both if we follow my head-canons that the colours gain their own jobs and interests- Blue and Green definitely becoming knights, Blue possibly even following his father and becoming a Captain or even higher, training the new recruits.

Plus if we go medieval England then we can argue further about his Lordship, considering the title of Lord could be gifted to high-ranking military or was even used when gifting land to those who were trusted and in allegiance to the crown, aka the title of Lord simply meaning you were close with or served the crown, as well as usually owning land, for example the feudal system. This also adds reason for why Link may have possibly been able to become friends with Zelda, not necessarily for an arranged marriage as children but possibly a power alliance between the Lord and King, especially if the Lord was a trusted solider in a time of unrest. This also adds to the idea of Vaati creating chaos/ unrest and how the King had such military power despite the small size of Castle Town (also how Castle Town earnt its name of holding the King’s castle since other members of the feudal system where able to have castles), having military families in nearby or surrounding land, and how he had the ability to make Link such a wanted man, betrayal of the crown.

Before I get carried away with these ideas, I shall simply separate into sections of how being the son of a Lord (for simplicity), a blacksmith and a Hero may differently affect his levels and standards of courting, but more specifically the social expectations.

If Four himself was to be a Lord or high-ranked knight, then there is immediately an expectation among other Lords and Ladies that the person he was to marry would be someone able to help manage the land and possible settlements along that land, as well as other outward pressures that don’t hold as much meaning to you nor Four, such as social status and what your union could bring to benefit the land and family, something that is only a shallow reason among nobility for those who would want to benefit from your family or any possible children. Four’s actual family however is very accepting, his grandfather at least, a few issues stemming from Four’s attitude from his adventure creating a small rift during his early teens of attitude and teamwork expectations to become a knight also applying into his title, a young, very cocky lad spoilt with love who wanted to prove himself but expressed it the wrong way, however, those issues are fixed now- so if you met as children then his father would worry about his behaviour, however, as adults he’s very happy about his sons’ development and how you make them/ him happy, he understands the pressures and is willing to protect you both.

As a Lord, he would have access to a far greater amount of money, likely starting his courtship being taught to set an expectation of how he can provide and be a better man, to set himself higher than the rest, meaning you would likely be given very expensive gifts such as jewellery with large gems, dangling chains whether separate or as part of clothes, soft and rich fabrics such as purple dyed clothing and silks from distant lands, including many hand laced items such as laced sleeves or a smaller favour such as a handkerchief (plus although they weren’t too common in this time period, I’d love the idea of him commissioning a hand fan for you made of lace to match your nicest outfit).

If Four remained in his role as a blacksmith, taking over the business from his grandfather, some of the colours following in their father’s steps and becoming knights, then he would be solely free to do as he wished to pursue you within your own boundaries. He would be a very busy man fulfilling the requirements of the royal guard and private guild requests and commissions, but he would be able to provide you with a good and secure life, especially even in retirement later in life. As a smith, I see him taking days away from the forge as a blessing to be shared with you, taking you on many more nature dates and walks, exploring areas together and bringing you back rare of simply pretty flora or rocks that remind him of you.

As a Hero, Four would have many eyes looking over him and his actions, one may think he’d have freedom of choice having connection to the crown, but he is partially pinned- freedom of money and experience across Hyrule and connections but not time nor space from society. However, even with all his new-found insecurities and restrictions, especially if you’ve been together since you were young and saw his life before, he wants to prove his love and devotion to you, and shall show it every way, and every moment he can.

I’ve heard of scenarios of receiving a blade from your significant other as a sign of marriage or to begin a courtship and I can certainly see this being part of a custom but more in the way that you are given an object of significance, or protection. Now, wedding rings can hold this same meaning, signifying a union between you both or even simply showing someone’s wealth and ability to provide. Other examples of a gift may include: a hand-crafted gift for physical meaning, a gift showing how one may provide or have financial security such as demonstrating their land (e.g. a cow, or goods from a farm), providing material means, deeds for a house or upgrade etc. Other methods are forms of protection, such as a blade, enchanted item such as jewellery or a bounty from a monster etc. Basically, something that can provide the metaphorical or physical meaning of: I love you, I can protect and provide for you.

For Four specifically the idea of forging a blade specifically for you, with metal engravings and a custom sheath, crafted lovingly and with a lot of stress and perfectionism, is very fitting, however, I also see him acknowledging our human customs and trying his hand at silversmithing and trying to craft you a ring to the engrave though it would be a simple metal band, gems too out of his skill level but the thought very much there. Another act of strength and “look at me” energy from him, but not specifically as an offering of marriage or to begin the courtship is for him to kill many monsters during his adventure in front of you or to attempt to beat the boys at different skills, fights, and to basically flaunt himself etc.

Medieval ages were very religious, which I can, luckily, easily apply into Hyrule, whether casual faith or devoted religion through the fact that Hylia, Demise, the Triforce goddesses (Farore, Din and Nayru), and sages are very common legends and stories told throughout all of their history from Skyloft to the Wilds- statues, glass window art, paintings and stories passed among generations. In a way we could even believe that there are certain people who believe in smaller deities in comparison, for example the Fierce Deity and Majora existed so someone must have believed in them, even if eons ago, so there will be other, my main idea is that there would be people who see the stories of Hylia’s descendants and Heroes as deities, considering their stories are foretold through the ages as a prophecy, appearing in their time of need to save Hyrule, the same soul reincarnating, or the Goddesses bestowing their blessings in the forms of people or the Triforce etc. the story changing between each family or smaller group of worship circles.

I don’t personally see Four as a religious individual, especially not towards the Goddesses or any deity, but more so a respect towards previous heroes, especially the Hero of Men, a large stained glass memorial hidden away within a wing of the castle that once acted as a chapel or gallery, a place where he found comfort in his troubles, at the peak of when he had doubts and wished to prove himself. (A piece I love from the artist @kaenith for years)

Castle Town itself doesn’t have a chapel nor a statue used for worship, however, they do have sages and the Four Swords Sanctuary, so whilst it may not be a place for a wedding for others within the town, it may have been a place for the both of you, even if not a proper wedding then at least of moment of the day spent there due to its significance.

Now, slightly unrelated but because I love the head-canons of Hylian’s expressing affection differently, (especially this piece by @the-moon-files though please be warned it does have a NSFW section) so:

The idea of Hylian ears being extremely intimate is already an idea I’ve had and seen reciprocated throughout the fandom, just everyone wants to touch their elf ears and make these lads a mess, plus it links nicely into the fact that it is canon that Hylian’s believe that the shape of their ears is so that they can be sensitive enough to hear the whispers of the Goddesses, to deliver their message. Due to this they could also be seen as a religious symbol.

It’s already a massive demonstration of trust to give a vulnerable part of yourself to someone by allowing them to touch that part of yourself, especially if we get a little bit freaky of nibbling their ears but that’s far more marriage material, so to add a spiritual importance to that makes it even better, the fact you’re trusted with their literal gift from the Goddess themselves.

There aren’t too many situations where someone may accidentally touch another’s ears aside from fixing their hair or a hat, or any other item of clothing; maybe even washing their hair or face if you’re already close. So, with moon’s example of cupping their ears to protect from the cold, I’d like to add in those adorable earmuffs/ covers I’ve seen drawn, so instead you’re helping them adjust the fabric or tie their ribbon whilst their hands are too shaky from the cold.

Immediate bright red face, hands pausing for a moment, they know it’s an accident and considering your own different ears and the fact you’ve already shown many cultural differences, which I’ll also expand on, that it’s unlikely you know what you’ve done, especially if you give no apology nor general reaction; later on if you knew you’d ask permission to help and then apologise at even the slightest touch.

Another example of when apologies may need to be given involves when meeting with certain roles and titles, the most likely example being knights within towns or Princess Zelda herself when attending meetings with the chain as formal measures would be expected in front of the court when asking council of the princess to discuss the black blooded monsters. Meeting the princess and forgetting to bow, take a knee or place your hands in certain positions depending on the custom, especially avoiding eye contact as a sign of respect since for humans we are taught differently.

Linking back to our medieval theme, it also wouldn’t be too common to have certain casual touches without an established relationship, relationships including friendship, not just romantic, but it would be very funny if the others in the group believed that you both were courting and took you both on chaperoned walks to spend time together. Just imagine Time or Warriors, even Legend, walking slightly behind you both as you talk, trying not to listen but having heartfelt concern and dedication of wanting you both to be happy and work- this may even be during the group hikes, you both walking further back but always having someone else at the rear of the group, the others further forward to give everyone space.

When it comes to the other’s reactions within the group it all comes down to two scenarios: Four discusses among the group for advice about what to do and how to approach you and whether you like him, and then the other, Four tells no one of his wishes to court you out of either embarrassment or a wish to maintain a form of “dignity” (he’s just shy) and, therefore, they see your actions and assume you’re both courting and possibly trying to keep quiet about it, ensue the chaperoning and wingman-ship.

The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting dappled shadows across the worn forest path, small pebbles and trampled grass leaving only bare dirt in a man-made pathway through the trees, the occasional wooden stumps and parallel lines in the soil showing where carts had made space to travel before you. You adjusted the strap of your small pack, still a reasonably small size of a small satchel, but large enough within after some very helpful magical enhancements by Legend, feeling the weight shift more comfortably against your shoulder, the thin leather strap no longer digging into your shoulder. It’d taken you six months of daily talks and bonding with the men in front of you, one by your side and another behind to learn and acknowledge their titles as heroes throughout timelines, the trust between you all now solid, now the status bestowed upon you of being another key member within the group despite your lack of belonging to this world, only having been brought here by powers and circumstances out of your control. Traveling together on this sprawling quest, destinations unplanned and unknown to you all until brought upon you, you had found yourself among them, developing skills and knowledge valuable enough to warrant inclusion and importance, especially with the added advantage of applying knowledge of your own world into this, whilst advanced in magic, more medieval style land you’ve been place in.

Your gaze drifted forward to where the others walked in loose formation, Time led at the front, his tall frame and commanding presence a natural vanguard, ironically reinforced with a more sentimental reassurance of concern and protection by his wife's scarf fluttering at his neck as he consulted occasionally with Twilight beside him. Despite the warm sun, a cold chill had picked up as the afternoon progressed, not warranting many extra layers, but a small, simple comfort to the older man, similar to your own short, thin cape, lovingly provided by Four beside you- formerly Roc’s cape, though he said he held no need for it, your own comfort more important to him. Warriors and Wind followed, the former regaling the younger hero with what was surely an embellished tale of one of his conquests, if Wind's sceptical expressions were anything to go by at least, until Wind gained a smirk of his own chin falling over his shoulder as he told his own tales, the Captain’s face now scrunched at his brow. Unlike the others Sky, Hyrule and Wild walked together in a comfortable silence, the latter occasionally pointing out edible plants or animal tracks; Legend strode alone, slightly apart, his pink-tinged hair beautifully bright against the forest greens but he still held a smile overhearing the occasional comment from Wild or outburst from the two in blue further in front.

Then, behind them all, there was Four.

Four walked just a few paces ahead of you, occasionally looking over his shoulder to engage in a conversation with you, though it felt much more like checking in, which was very sweet, you’d see his eyes a familiar violet shade that seemed to shift hues depending on how the light caught it- sometimes you swore his iris would flash red, blue, green, or violet in quick succession, much different that his usual slow rolling wave of colours. His movements were measured and precise, his squire training and days with his father spent as a knight shining through in small ways, even in something as mundane as walking telling the story of his life and what different lives you both have led. There was something slightly different yet still mesmerising about his movements, only now noticeable to you after your previous discussions of his adventure and what it entailed for him physically, as though four different minds had to deliberately think and vote on the most efficient way to place each foot to maintain a steady gait and façade. Something was troubling him mentally to the point it was affecting his coordination, and it wasn’t due to a portal, the last one you’d seen being over six days ago.

Later down the trail came a different issue: behind you both walked Sky, who had drifted back from his conversation with Wild when he noticed the two of you falling behind, his presence was both comforting and frustrating, acting as a silent chaperone to interactions that never quite crossed into the territory you both seemed to be circling.

"We should reach the village by sundown," Four said, glancing back at you with those striking eyes that seemed to hold more colours than should be possible, before releasing a groan as he recalled a moment from earlier in the day “assuming we don't encounter any more of those moblins from this morning."

"I hope so," you replied with a laugh at his theatrics, quickening your pace slightly to walk beside him rather than your previous position of being slightly behind, "I'm not sure my boots can take another day of this terrain in their state."

Four's gaze dropped to your feet, more so to your worn leather boots, what should have lasted you years with the thick leather and skilled craftsmanship but instead where beginning to fray at the seams after a bad trip through Death Mountain the week previous in Wild’s world, the vast temperature difference wreaking havoc on your gear’s lifespan. "The stitching on the left one is starting to give way, I could repair it for you tonight, if you'd like,” his eyes twinkling at the opportunity to do something helpful for you, to prove himself useful even though he’d done far more than that each day, “I have some tools and thick thread in my pack."

The offer sent a flutter through your chest that you tried desperately to suppress, everyone was aware that Four's craftsmanship was legendary, quite literally pun intended, you’d be silly to deny such a thing, the grandson of a renounced smith who trained him, as well as his own work known across Hyrule, working with those of high status in Castle Town and even the crown personally. Having him personally tend to your boots would be both practical and, in a strange sense you couldn’t truly describe, intimate, in a way that made your cheeks warm- possibly it was the way that he’d offered so quickly to help you or the unknown vulnerability of him handling your footwear of which you relied on heavily for your travels, your comfort in his hands and a trust you shouldn’t need, stories of creeps tingling quietly in the far back of your mind, the information not needed here, this was Four, you trusted him not to even think of such a boundary crossing act, never mind enact it.

"That's very kind," you answered, perhaps a beat too late, caught up in thought and a slight daze looking into his eyes, “but I wouldn't want to impose."

"It's no issue, truly," he tried to reassure you without need, Four's voice was soft but certain, he began to speak again but hesitated, glancing back at Sky who was pretending not to listen to your small conversation, though his slightly reddened ears gave him away. "I enjoy working with my hands, it helps me think."

You wondered what thoughts needed sorting in that complex mind of his- more than once, you'd caught him seemingly arguing with himself in hushed tones, his expressions cycling through emotions rapid-fire before settling into composed neutrality when he noticed anyone watching.

"Then I gratefully accept," you said, offering a smile that you hoped conveyed just the right amount of appreciation without revealing the depth of your feelings, you still weren’t too sure on Hylian customs and didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, especially your first incident of trying to help Wild tie his hair and learning instead a lesson of Hylian affection, calmly taught to you by Time, Wild and Hyrule adding in his own ways of learning in his different Hyrule as a reassurance you didn’t do wrong, all the men very delicate with your feelings especially if you panicked and cried under pressure.

Four returned the smile, brief but genuine, before his attention was drawn to Legend, who had stopped ahead and was squinting at something in the distance.

"Hold," Time called back, his voice carrying without shouting, a skill you'd always envied though made a lot of sense when trying to command without alerting possible dangers, he gave you more light-hearted ammunition for dad jokes every day. The group halted, hands instinctively moving to weapons.

"There's a strange light beyond those trees," Legend reported, pointing to a shimmering distortion about fifty yards ahead.

"Another portal?" Warriors questioned, cautious, his dominant hand already on his sword hilt, the other rested light on Wind’s shoulder, the younger boy also ready to fight with his sword drawn.

Time shook his head as he approached, maintaining his site on the light in question, what now showed itself to be a strange pillar amassed in moss and brambles, with multiple different carvings, a small purple light coming from a thin stream of running water within. "Doesn't have the same aura. Wild, your Sheikah Slate might help identify it, it’s shown it’s knowledge, and your land has proven itself full of strange magics we haven’t seen before."

As Wild moved forward to investigate, Four unconsciously shifted slightly in front of you, not completely blocking you, but positioned such that he could move to protect you if needed. The gesture wasn't overt enough to suggest he thought you incapable, but rather born from instinct; you found yourself feeling touched rather than offended.

"It's Sheikah technology," Wild confirmed after a few, long minutes of scanning the object and consulting his slate, “though, it seems modified in comparison to the pictures in my databases, like it’s corrupted somehow."

"Like the shrines in your Hyrule?" Twilight asked.

"Similar energy signature, but twisted, the lights are usually blue for the Sheikah, orange when left inactive or stationary for too long from what I’ve seen, though some guardians were also orange,” he pondered in a mumble, finishing his statement with a nod, “we should approach with caution, either way."

You felt Sky move closer behind you, an intimidating presence when paired with the straight look upon his face, his hand now resting on the divine sword at his hip, a small light pulsing from within at his touch, the spirit within dousing the imminent area for possible danger, talking to the man. The three of you- you, Four, and Sky- had somehow formed a unit within the larger group over the past weeks; it hadn't been intentional, but traveling together had a way of revealing natural alignments.

"Perhaps I should take a closer look," you suggested, aware of your particular talents for magical assessment, or more so your ability to identify and feel which era certain technology came from, your current view obstructed by the shrubbery before you, the swirl of forest magic strong within the aged trees, unable to compare to the images you’d seen of the shrines at this distance, though, they didn’t need to know that part, you smiled. "If it's corrupted technology, I might be able to see what's wrong with it whilst Fi gets a closer radius to sense anything, too."

Four turned to you, his expression carefully controlled, an attempt at a mask of control, heroic bravery, courage, but you caught the flicker of concern in his eyes as well as a brighter swirl of red and violet directly around his pupil before settling back to their usual evenly mixed hue.

"It could be dangerous," he said, his tone measured.

"Everything we do is dangerous," you countered gently, you knew he was concerned, you weren’t meant to be in this mess of heroes, but you could help, and help you would, "but this is why I'm here, isn't it- my sensitivity to magical fluctuations? Let me be useful to you," you whispered, leaning slightly into his space to transfer the message.

Four looked like he wanted to argue but couldn't find a logical reason to do so. His protective instinct was battling with his respect for your abilities- he trusted you too, besides, you’d more than proved yourself and your knowledge during this adventure. "I'll go with you," he finally said, a compromise that seemed to satisfy the warring expressions that had briefly crossed his face.

Sky cleared his throat softly behind you. "I'll accompany you both. Three sets of eyes are better than two."

The implication was clear, he would maintain his role as chaperone, even in the face of potential danger- the customs around courtship in Sky's era were more formal than most of the others, and he took his self-appointed duty seriously. You'd never explicitly discussed your growing feelings for Four with Sky, but his gentle presence whenever you and Four were alone together suggested he'd noticed what neither of you had voiced.

As the three of you approached the anomaly with the rest of the group hanging back in strategic positions, Four walked slightly ahead, his four-sword drawn but not raised. You followed close behind, your hands ready to weave the protective spells you'd mastered, while Sky brought up the rear, the Master Sword glowing faintly with its divine light.

The corrupted Sheikah technology looked like a small, vertical shrine partially embedded in the earth, but veins of moss and malevolent purple energy pulsed through what should have been a calm blue light, the carved stone a light grey, bleached from the sun. As you drew closer, a sensation similar, but not exact, like static electricity raised the hair on your arms, like a wild animal approaching from between the trees, hackles raised, the low hum of energy acting as a sharp growl in your bones.

"There's definitely something wrong with it," you murmured, unsettled, "It feels, I can’t describe it properly but... hungry, like cramps of an empty stomach and danger beneath my skin, like I’m light-headed."

Four nodded, his expression intensely focused. "The corruption reminds me of Vaati's magic, when I was at the Four Swords Sanctuary, not the Wind Temple, more like, before he took Zelda, but different; more mechanical."

You knelt down, careful not to touch the object, and began to trace the symbols carved in the stone, your finger weaving through the air, roughly an inch or two away, the air between you thick with static, burning sharp at your hand. With practiced confidence, you began to trace your own sigils into the air, the thick static acting like a soft mould, your indents clear, the diagnostic spell was simple, taught to you by Hyrule, but would tell you more about what you were dealing with.

As your magic connected with the corrupted energy, several things happened at once: the purple veins flared brightly, a high-pitched whine emanated from the device, and a shock wave of energy pulsed outward; Four shouted your name and lunged toward you as Sky called out a warning. In those few seconds of panic at what had occurred and processing your environment and situation, you felt Four's arms wrap around you as he pulled you back, turning his body to shield yours as the wave hit.

In disorientating flashes, the world went stark white, then a void of black, and for a moment, you felt as though you were floating in nothing; then, with jarring suddenness, solid ground returned beneath you, and you found yourself sprawled on the forest floor with Four's weight partially covering you, his arms still protectively positioned around your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tight with concern as he quickly moved off you, though his hands remained on your shoulders.

"I think so," you replied, taking stock of your limbs and finding everything intact, if a bit bruised, though luckily no scratches, you didn’t feel like dealing with a foreign infection today. "What about you? You’re the one who had the brunt of a shockwave hit against your spine, that couldn’t have been good."

"I'm fine," he said, helping you to sit up, his eyes scanned your face intently, as if searching for any sign of injury or possible distress.

It was then, looking around at both Four to ensure he was okay, and at your surroundings to see if the others were okay, that you realised Sky was nowhere to be seen, in fact, none of the other heroes were visible. The forest around you looked similar but subtly different, the light a strange amber hue, the vegetation slightly off in colour and texture from what you could feel of the grass beneath your hands, fingers splayed through an almost velvet feeling.

"Where are the others?" you asked, a tremor of worry in your voice.

Four stood, offering his hand to help you up. "The device must have transported us somewhere, or some-when considering the nature of this adventure, though I’d certainly hope not." His grip lingered on yours a moment longer than necessary before he reluctantly let go to also survey your surroundings.

"Sky was right behind us," you said, turning in a circle, “do you think he was caught in the transport too? I don’t see why not."

Four shook his head slowly. "I'm not sure. I reacted on instinct when I saw the energy building, my only thought was to protect you."

The admission hung in the air between you, weighty with implication. In the absence of the others, particularly your ever-present chaperone, the dynamic between you shifted, becoming charged with possibilities neither of you had allowed yourselves to explore.

"Thank you," you said softly. "For protecting me.” You allowed yourself to suppress to a small blush and a smile to accompany it, you didn’t think he meant to say that part out loud, especially not in such a firm and commanding tone as he did- it was quite attractive if you could say so yourself, especially the dark blush upon his own face.

Four met your gaze, and for once, he didn't look away or temper his expression, “always," he replied simply.

The silence that followed was neither awkward nor comfortable, but expectant, like the pause before a lightning strike, Four took a small step closer to you, then stopped himself, conflict evident in his features.

"We should..." he began, then frowned, as if arguing with himself, “we need to find the others."

With a sharp nod, you agreed, though part of you wished to remain in this moment, suspended between what was and what could be. "But which direction? This forest seems similar but different enough that I can't get my bearings, do we return down the path we followed as a group, that doesn’t seem right, like we’d lose progress or that the others wouldn’t be there."

Four closed his eyes for a moment, and you could almost see the internal dialogue taking place. When he opened them again, they flashed distinctly green before settling.

"This way," he said with surprising certainty, pointing east, “there's a clearing not far from here where we can get a better view of the surroundings."

"How do you know?" you asked, falling into step beside him.

A small, mysterious smile played at his lips. "Let's just say I have different perspectives on the situation."

As you walked together through the strange forest, you found yourselves automatically matching pace, shoulders occasionally brushing, without Sky's watchful presence behind you, the space between you seemed to shrink naturally, as if you were magnets slowly overcoming resistance. It wasn’t anything against Sky, not that his presence wasn’t welcome nor appreciated as a friend, but sometimes, you just needed some time alone, some privacy, even if it went against the standard beliefs, a bit too intimate and private before your courting became official.

"You've never talked much about it," you ventured after several minutes of companionable silence, “the four sword, I mean, and how it affected you."

Four's step faltered slightly, you both knew it was a personal question, perhaps too personal, but the unusual circumstances made you bold, you wanted to know all about him. Wasn’t that the point of a courtship- to get to know each other in preparation for marriage? I f you were to love a man you wanted to love all of him, his positives, his negatives, his charms and his flaws- you wanted him.

"It's,” he hesitated slightly, trying to think of the correct words, what he considered correct, “complicated," he replied, carefully picking his way over a fallen log and offering his hand to help you across. "Imagine having four different versions of yourself, each with their own dominant traits, all trying to agree on every decision."

You placed your hand in his, noting how perfectly it seemed to fit, “that sounds overwhelming." You knew you could have your own overstimulated moments, the idea of a constant panic attack or stimulation episode being even too much to think about, to be in such disharmony with no solution or rest.

"It was, at first," he admitted, not letting go of your hand even after you'd safely crossed the obstacle, "people tell me of how they see us together: Red is emotion, Blue is temperament, Vio is intellect, and Green is... well, he's the leader, I suppose, the balanced one., but we’re far more than that, we’re people of our own, we all hold an important role but we also have far more behind us, what makes us, us."

"And how do you feel now?" you asked, genuinely curious.

Four looked down at your joined hands, seeming to notice for the first time that he hadn't released you, a blush coloured his cheeks, but he didn't pull away.

"All of them. None of them. I've learned to exist as a whole while still honouring their parts," his thumb absently traced a small circle on the back of your hand, “they're all in agreement about some things, though."

Your heart quickened. "Such as?"

Before he could answer, a familiar voice called out from ahead, a shout of your name, followed by Four’s, “praise Hylia, you're both alright!"

Sky emerged from between the trees; relief evident on his face, his tunic was slightly singed at the edges, and a smudge of dirt streaked one cheek, but otherwise, he appeared unharmed.

Four immediately dropped your hand, taking a small step away from you as if the stinging static had returned, the moment, whatever it might have become, had passed, interrupted.

"Sky," you greeted, ignoring the pang of disappointment, yet still happy to see him returned and mostly, hopefully, unharmed, “are you hurt?"

"Just a few scrapes," he assured you, coming to a stop before you both. His eyes flickered briefly to the space between you and Four, now conspicuously wider than it had been moments ago; if he noticed anything amiss, he gave no indication. "The others are just beyond that ridge. The device seems to have transported our entire group to, well, Time believes we're in yet another Hyrule, one none of us has visited before. Legend and Warriors believe it may have been a strange combination of a portal attaching to a similar magic field within that Hyrule, making it instead require activation, most likely the feature of the pillar itself, then into the portal, not simply forming as we would usually expect- it’s quite interesting really, I’ll tell you both more later, the others can add in too"

"Is everyone accounted for?" Four asked, his voice returning to its usual composed tone, though he was unable to hide the light darkened tone across the bone of his cheeks and tips of his pointed ears, lowering towards his collar and partially hidden by his straight hair.

"Yes, though Warriors took a harder hit than the rest of us, Wild is tending to him now." Sky gestured for you both to follow him. "Come, Time wants to regroup and form a plan."

As you moved to follow Sky, Four caught your elbow gently, holding you back for just a moment.

"We'll continue our conversation later," he said softly, his voice carrying a promise, then, louder for Sky's benefit: "watch your step here, the ground is uneven."

Sky glanced back, waiting patiently with that same gentle awareness that had characterised his chaperoning. Four released your arm, fingers lightly tracing against the cuff of your sleeve, but the warmth of his touch lingered as you made your way toward the rest of the group.

The ridge Sky led you to over-looked a vast, unfamiliar landscape, a sprawling field stretched out below, dotted with strange ruins that resembled neither the Sheikah technology of Wild's era nor any ancient civilisation you recognised; in the far distance, a mountain belched ominous red smoke into the sky, while closer at hand, what appeared to be a village huddled near a winding river, currently untainted by the ashes so close by.

The other heroes had established a makeshift camp in a defensible position along the ridge. Time stood surveying the landscape with his good eye, a small white mask cradled within his hand occasionally lifted to his face as he looked back and forth, while Twilight conversed quietly with Legend. Wind was helping Wild tend to Warriors, who sat propped against a tree with a bandage around his head. All looked up as you approached.

"Good, you're safe," Time acknowledged with a nod, “now we're all accounted for."

"Any idea where we are?" Four asked, falling easily back into the role of strategic team member rather than the more vulnerable person who had nearly opened his heart to you in the forest.

"Not exactly," Time replied. "The architecture of those ruins doesn't match any Hyrule I know. Wild thinks some of the plant life resembles species from his time, but further evolved."

"It's as if someone took pieces from all our worlds and stitched them together imperfectly," Legend added, his usual sarcastic tone tempered by genuine concern.

"The corrupted device," you mused aloud. "Could it have transported us to some kind of composite reality?"

"That's our working theory," Twilight confirmed, “the question is how to get back."

As the heroes began to discuss possibilities, you found yourself standing slightly apart, processing not just the bizarre circumstances but also the interrupted moment with Four, you were so lost in thought that you didn't notice him approach until he was beside you.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his concern evident. "That was a powerful magical surge you were exposed to."

You nodded, not mentioning the fact he too had been exposed, if not to a greater level considering how he’d tried to protect you, but you wouldn’t mention it if he didn’t want you to. "Just trying to make sense of it all. I feel like I was on the verge of understanding something about the corruption before we were transported, like it was telling me something through physical feelings, it’s aura had an imprint of something I couldn’t grasp."

Four studied you with those beautiful kaleidoscopic eyes of his, feeling clear on his face, he never was good at restraining himself, you didn’t mind. "About the device, or about something else entirely?"

The question hung between you, layered with meaning, but before you could respond, Time called everyone together to outline a plan of action.

"We'll make camp here tonight," he decided, “then in the morning, Wild, Wind, and I will scout toward the village to gather information; the rest of you should try to locate any similar devices in the immediate area, they might be the key to our way home or at least to progress further."

As the group dispersed to set up camp for the night, you found yourself assigned to gather firewood with Four while Sky helped Wild prepare an evening meal. It seemed your chaperone was giving you a small measure of privacy while still keeping you within sight of the camp, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken courtship dance you and Four had been engaged in for weeks, if not months- you had an inkling of suspicion that Four had possibly discussed this before considering you yourself didn’t previously know of courtships and rituals within Hyrule.

"Here," Four said, handing you a small knife from his belt as you ventured into the tree line, another shy sparkle within his eye, there was something you didn’t know, but you were patient “for cutting kindling."

Your fingers brushed as you accepted the blade, and neither of you rushed to break the contact.

"Thank you," you said, feeling the weight of words unsaid between you.

Four nodded, his expression softening, “we should stay within sight of camp. This place feels unpredictable, so to say."

As you gathered fallen branches together, working in comfortable tandem, Four seemed to be gathering his courage as well. Several times, he appeared on the verge of speaking, only to redirect his attention to a particularly suitable piece of firewood.

"You were going to tell me something," you finally prompted, straightening up with an armful of kindling, embracing your opportunity of privacy one more, “before Sky found us, about what the four aspects of yourself agree on."

Four set down his gathered wood, dusting his hands off on his tunic before meeting your gaze directly, fingers lightly catching on his embroidery, eyes quickly darting down at realising what he did, quickly brushing of the remaining dust with hasty swats at the cloth.

"Yes," he acknowledged, taking a deep breath. "It's not... it's not proper, I know, and without formal declaration or," he gestured vaguely back toward camp, where Sky was visible in the distance, “without observation, but I can't keep pretending that I don't--"

A shout from camp interrupted him, Wind was pointing excitedly at the sky, where a strange aurora had begun to form, ribbons of light in unnatural colours, neon blues, greens, pinks and purples, weaving across the darkening heavens.

Four's expression cycled rapidly through frustration, resignation, and finally resolve. He turned back to you, and in a swift, decisive motion that surprised you with its boldness, he reached out and took your hand firmly in his, the dry callouses of his hands tingling against your skin.

"I don't want to wait anymore," he said, the words coming out in a rush. "When that device exploded and I thought you might be hurt, I realised how foolish I've been, following customs from a Hyrule that w aren’t even in anymore, customs changing everywhere we go, judgement for our actions no matter what we try- customs you aren’t even familiar with,” he bowed his head and shoot it vigorously, hair waving and bouncing against his cheeks. “So I'm asking now, without ceremony or chaperone: would you consider a courtship between us?"

The directness of the question, so at odds with the careful dance you'd been performing for weeks, left you momentarily speechless, Four's grip tightened slightly on your hand, his vulnerability evident in the tension of his shoulders. "I should have asked properly," he continued, misinterpreting your silence. "With gifts and declarations and, well, just anything you may understand, I know you said gifts were common in your culture and spending time and, and--" he began to stutter and ramble, brain twisting in a panic of what to say, what would be right and understandable- what would express what he felt.

Leaning forward, you slipped a hand free to cup at his face, lifting him to look into your own eyes, hair falling against his ears once again, with Four still blubbering and panicked, you leant forward further, nose running along his in a gentle caress, and gave him a soft, short kiss.

"Yes," you interrupted, finding your voice at last, slightly breathless from your uncharacterised confidence, “yes, I would consider it, more than consider it,” you stuttered now yourself, the gloss in his eyes and flushed face making you nervous, “I accept, and yes, before you question yourself, I know what this entails,” you smiled bright, stretching at your cheeks and crinkling your eyes, “I accept.”

The smile that bloomed across Four's face was like sunrise after the longest night, radiant and full of promise, for a brief, breathless moment, you thought he might close the remaining distance between you, again, courtship customs be damned.

Instead, he lifted your joined hands and, with deliberate care, turned your palm upward. From a small pouch at his belt, he produced a tiny object that glinted in the fading light: a delicately crafted silver ring, set not with a gemstone but with a lovingly carved coil of vines and small circles of fairies, wings glossy with shined metal.

"I made this," he confessed, placing it in your palm and closing your fingers gently around it, “months ago, I just knew,” his blush darkened even further if it was even possible, spreading down his neck, “I've been carrying it, waiting for the right moment, the proper time according to tradition, but I'm realising that in our line of work, waiting for perfect circumstances is a luxury we can't afford."

You opened your hand to examine the exquisite craftsmanship of the ring, imagining him trying to perfect it, the time and effort it took, the stress of the perfect gift. "It's beautiful."

"It's a promise," Four explained, his voice low and sincere. "That no matter how many parts make up the whole, all of me is devoted to this path we're starting down, If you'll have me, of course."

From the camp, Sky's voice called out, summoning everyone to dinner, Four looked back, then at you, clearly torn between propriety and the moment at hand.

"We should join the others," you said, slipping the ring onto your finger with a small smile and zero hesitation, “but Four," you called softly, taking his hand once more, squeezing it gently, “the answer is always yes. I'll have you, all of you."

The look that passed between you contained volumes: relief, joy, anticipation of what was to come, as you gathered up the firewood and began walking back to camp side by side, Four's shoulder brushed yours deliberately.

"You know," he said with a small smile, "Sky is going to be insufferably pleased with himself when he realises what's happened."

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in months, “let him be. He's earned the right to a little smugness after all his patient chaperoning."

As you approached the camp, the strange aurora overhead cast everything in an otherworldly glow, the faces of your companions both familiar and transformed by the unusual light. You were stranded in an unknown composite of realities, facing uncertain dangers and an unclear path home.

Yet somehow, with Four's presence beside you and his promise literally in your hand, you couldn't bring yourself to feel afraid. Whatever this new world held, whatever any world held, you would face it together, no longer separated by unspoken feelings or traditional restraints.

Sky met your eyes as you entered the circle of firelight, his gaze dropping briefly to the ring now adorning your finger. A knowing smile touched his lips as he nodded almost imperceptibly, his role as chaperone evolving into something new: witness to the beginning of your journey together, almost like a blessing from a God himself.

Four looked at you one more time before you joined the others, his expression more unified and peaceful than you'd ever seen it. In that moment, you knew that whatever trials lay ahead, across time, space, or composite realities, the greatest adventure had already begun.

As long as you were together, all would be okay.

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As always, thank you for reading, all criticism is welcome!

Fun facts:

I'm terrible at keeping to head-canons and bullet points, I simply had to add a small fic at the end, it was calling to me, plus despite many ideas my brain wouldn't focus enough to bullet point them all- massive respect to people who do bullet-points, and remember to check out @kaenith and @the-moon-files they're both great.

Also, RIP my old Tumblr which was basically all kaenith art and Four Swords content, o7. Apologies to everyone @ 'd in this, I apologise for the notification but I'd love to point out great people in the creative space.

Also, extra fun fact, I shall hopefully write another scenario with Shadow!

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imaginedreamwrite · 3 months ago

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I have a kind of pairing thing that I wanna share

royal or fae or something Simon or Johnny who get arranged to marry reader but they ignore her because they don’t think they need a wife. But once someone else starts paying attention to her, suddenly they’re like “that’s my wife”

Fae(ke) It Until You Break It

There was an annual tradition to keep the peace between Fae's and the human's whose world's were teetering on the edge of intermingling. Once a year a trade would be held between the Fae and the human world to exchange one male or female for a marriage as a sign of goodwill.

The human would enter the Fae's Kingdom and be assigned a mate, while the Fae would enter the human world and become a partner and spouse. It was a system that prevented a war between two different yet similar creatures whose world's were only separated by a thin veil and Fae deception.

The year you were chosen was both a celebration of twenty years of peace and an anniversary of the first successful match set between Fae's and humans. To commemorate such an event, as poised by the Fae dignitary, this year's marriage would be something special. When it had come to the decision to send a Fae and human across the barrier to each other's world, you had not expected to have two Fae mates waiting for you.

Simon Riley, the cold and calculated high guard for the reigning King, was a Fae who had earned a reputation upon the court as an assassin. He had earned the reputation he garnered for himself through the actions of his past on the battlefield as he ran through a number of his enemies without taking a single hit.

Johnny MacTavish was a rogue type of Fae, equally skilled as Simon was, with a penchant for getting into trouble without suffering many consequences due to his natural Fae charm. The Fae with a figurative lucky rabbit foot permanently sewn into his skin had escaped a number of deadly fights.

The two were ordered by the High King to accept the mate bond with the human, as both a reward for their service to the King and his cause, and as a symbol of peace. Two of his best men, his fiercest Warriors accepting a marriage with a human would send a clear message.

Your reception to the Fae court was highly accepted by the beautiful and ethereal creatures, who had taken a fondness to human's and their quips. You were generally well accepted and had been thoroughly introduced to the other human's who were of the court though mating with Fae's.

Your future mate's however did not greet you warmly. They had taken their King's order with a grain of salt, accepting you but generally brushing you off as a problem that could be dealt with another day.

You were not mistreated, rather you had been given every amenity you could have needed with the understanding that you would generally leave them alone. You had been given your own quarters with a wardrobe full of the Fae's seasonal fashion that had felt like it was tailored made to your every measurement.

"We don't hear from you, we don't see you." That was the agreement, and you hadn't wanted to argue.

Why should you entertain Fae that didn't want anything to do with you? There were better things you could have done with your time, there were endless gardens and rolling hills that you could venture out to. The Fae's in their reception had meant there was a constant stream of parties you could find yourself entertained by, and there was no urgency to mate.

Two weeks after you had arrived in the Fae realm, in their Kingdom, the High King had decided that a reception to officially mark the twentieth year of human-Fae peace was necessitated. The event was grand and luxurious in every aspect with living garden walls heaving with freshly cut and placed flowers, fine silk and textured materials wrapped, delicately and sharply alike, around Fae's in attendance.

You were, in part, the star attraction at the event. You were the human who was chosen for the anniversary of the peace that fell between Fae's and humans. It was no accident that you were chosen to mate with two Fae soldiers, the best of the High King's guard. You were a symbol that there could be an understanding between the ethereal creatures and the humanity that remained just beyond the barrier.

The event was set in place, and true to Fae fashion, your dress was meant to represent the mates you were with. With a deep and striking black that was equivalent to the cold ash of Simon's heart, and the deep shades of blue evident in Johnny's eyes represented the other Fae. You were a picture of humanity dressed in Fae fashion, with two mates that didn't want to acknowledge you.

From the head table sat the High King, a Fae you'd only heard Ghost call Price, though you had never been close enough to address him as anything other than your Majesty. The seats beside him were empty, as was the place where a queen should be, though you were warned not to discuss it.

As the night progressed you were ushered around the room to carry on conversations with Fae and human's alike, telling them the story of your home life back in the human world just a touch away. While your story was not nearly as interesting as the Fae would have liked, there was something to be said about their fascination with human's.

They were powerful creatures who liked to trick and fool those who had wandered into their traps, which you had been warned of as a child. Still, the Fae's who had been given human's as mate's had clearly loved them, they were protective of their mate's as well as any children that might have come from the marriage.

Halfway through the night and you still had not said much to the Fae who you were paired to. There was little to be said when they were surrounding themselves with their fellow guards, their soldiers, drinking their expensive Mead and wine. And you were not going to beg them for attention, you were more than happy to be left alone, to have your ease of access to the wonders of the Fae Kingdom you were trapped in.

It wasn't until the customary dance between Fae and the human who heralded the spotlight for the night. While your supposed husband's were off drinking with their unit, you weren't left alone without a dancing partner.

Another Fae had stepped up to take their place, a Fae with rich dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He towered above you, though he was not taller than your mates, and had easily swept you into the middle of the dance-floor. His voice was rich and heady, carrying an accent that was unlike the other Fae you had spoken to. He had carried an arrogance with him, one that wasn't isolated from the Fae themselves.

He was fluidly moving, keep you on your feet without causing you to stumble. As the music played in the ballroom decorated with the Fae's natural fauna and flora, elaborately designed with beauty and architecture in mind, you felt hard stares upon your back.

The impending looming eyes of two Fae had burned into your back as you were whisked across the dance-floor by Fae that was not your own. The beading of your dress with colours to match your mates that hadn't bothered with you, caught under the light. It had cast an ethereal cascade of delicate light upon the dark wood of the floor.

The first dance had come to an end, and the Fae that had swept you around had bowed before you. His hand held yours and he lifted your knuckles to his lips, kissing them delicately. Before he could offer you another dance, or even attempt to get the words out of his lips, there was an intrusion.

The two mate's that had ignored you almost all night, had appeared by your side. The stoniness of Simon and his cold ash heart had slipped, rendering itself in a manner of jealousy that was shown by the heavy hand he laid upon your abdomen. He was silently making a claim, his fingers curling tightly against the material of your dress.

And Johnny was no better. He had deliberately angled himself between you and the Fae you danced with, an unceremonious wanting being uttered in their language. There was an understanding being settled, a deliberate and purposeful claim that was now being laid out.

"...get your hands off my wife." Those were the only words you had understood.

"You didn't want me before," you were turning them away now, pushing their hands off of you to create distance, "you do not get to put your hands on me, claiming that I'm something to you now. I am not a toy you can hold onto when it's convenient to you."

There was something you had learned from watching other Fae's and their human's mates. Contrary to the belief's of human's on the other side of the barrier, the human's in this realm held the power in the relationship's. Fae's, if they should have human's, had a duty to provide and care for their mate's. And if they should fail there was an option for the human to choose another Fae to mate with.

That was an option that was going to be offered to you, if by the year's end there was still no marriage.

"Excuse me, I think I'm done with the party." You made your departure a quick one, leaving them standing in the midst of Fae's and human's alike.

#Fae!Simon Riley x human!Reader x Fae!John Soap MacTavish #Fae!Simon Riley x human!Reader #Fae!Johnny MacTavish x human!Reader

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searchingforvivi · 6 months ago

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CORYXKENSHIN SFW ALPHABET !! PT. 1

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is SO affectionate and isn't afraid to show it! He's not one for PDA but he loves holding your hand! He's definitely an acts of service kinda guy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Flirty friends trope 100% Y'all would probably be in a store looking at the same anime merch.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He LOVES cuddling, whichever way keeps yall the warmest and provides the most contact, he's down for!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can see Cory BEGGING you for a baby, but not even just for the process, he would be the best dad ever. Also we already KNOW this man good at cooking ! Cleaning, however, he wouldn't be awful but I feel like there would be the occasional clutter !

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The breakup would definitely be mutual. I can see him doing it over text and constantly reassuring you that you did NOTHING wrong and it's all circumstantial.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh yeah, he wanted to get married to you before you two even started dating. He would def wait for you to bring up the idea first so he wouldn't come off as "overbearing." The idea of marriage just makes him so happy and he smiles as he stares into your eyes, imagining you in a flowy white dress.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Invented being a gentle giant. If you ask for help while playing a game he's standing over you, ever so lightly guiding your hands to the proper keys. He's super open emotionally. He got so embarrassed the first time he cried in front of you. But after being reassured that you don't mind his openness, he became the biggest softie you know. And, God, do you love him for it!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Cory loves hugs so freaking much. He's hugging you every chance he can. Best believe your day is going to start and end with a hug. Sometimes, his hugs have no motive. You'll be cooking and he'll just come up behind you and give you the best hug ever. His hugs are so warm, he's like a big teddy bear.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He didn't say I love you on the first date or anything. One day you two were just watching a movie, it really wasn't a special night or anything. You just looked so perfect, cuddled up on his lap, hair messy and sleepy eyes. He felt so strongly in love with you so he just decided to say it.

"I love you"

A smile crept onto your face, "I love you too, babe"

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Cory doesn't fancy himself the possessive type. The jealous type however, is a whole different playing field. He tries to play it cool when guys approach you at a party, but deep inside he's fuming. And when its his friends he's jealous of? He's definitely gonna play it off as a joke. "Sucka, get your freaking hands off my girls shoulders" He doesn't let his jealously get the best of him, because he knows that at the end of the day, you are his and he is yours.

#coryxkenshin #fanfic #imagine #headcannons #sfw #cory #cory devante williams #coryxkenshin x reader

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owlwithanapple · 5 months ago

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Life is change

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Y/N 🥰

♥️♥️♥️ I love the character Ghost very much. I want him to be happy and have a different life. A happy marriage, family and love. If you like it, please reblog my fanfiction. You are also welcome to give me comments to motivate me to write more and more exciting works. 🖤🖤🖤

Ghost and you have been married for over few years and have always had a very harmonious relationship. Unexpectedly, had a quarrel. Because had a fight about work and he acted rashly to save Gaz. You ran away from home in a rage and went back to your brother Soap Mactavish's house. “Soap! I’m gonna stay here for a while.”

Soap was sitting down on his couch reading a newspaper when he suddenly heard the loud banging on the front door. He quickly placed the paper down on his coffee table then got up off the couch and approached the front door before opening it. Standing there was you in an obviously annoyed state. Soap chuckled slightly before looking at you with a small smirk. “Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What's wrong? You look pissed.”

“Your fucking teammate Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley has pissed me. Last operation with Gaz, he acted rashly to saved Gaz.”

Soap sighed heavily as he listened to your explanation, not being surprised to heard that Ghost acted rashly and was being an idiot. Soap said as he shook his head and then placed a hand on his forehead before looking back at you. “Of course he did...that idiot. So that's why you’re here? Because of some argument between you and Ghost?”

“Yup. I’m angry, that’s why I’m here.”

Soap chuckled softly then stepped to the side, allowing you to come in. He said with a smirk, which caused you to give him a look. He shrugged it off and began to walk over to the couch, sat down and then gestured for you to sit down to. “Well you’re welcome to stay for as long as you want. Just don't let me hear any complaining while you’re here. So how angry are you at Ghost then? On a scale of 1 to 10.”

“Hmph! He doesn’t care about me and my feelings. Keep doing rashly things. He’s saving Gaz and hit by bullet. I was angry and about to explode.”

Soap chuckled softly as he listened to your complaints. He knew that Ghost's tendency to act rashly would inevitably cause a reaction out of you. Soap could practically hear Ghost's voice in his head saying I can take care of myself. Soap shaking his head as he leaned back onto the couch. “I can only imagine how hard it must be to hold yourself back from blowing up every time he does something stupid. But you still love him though, right?”

“Hmph! But…He doesn’t even call me or find me! That’s shitty skull mask husband!”

Soap chuckled softly at your insult toward Ghost, finding the nickname that shitty skull mask husband to be an amusing as he let out a sigh. He said before taking a pause then looking at you again. “Yeah I don't think Ghost is smart enough to do that. He's not really one to apologize for anything either. That man is dense as hell. But I still think you love him, don't you? I know you do.”

“Hmph! Of course I do. I just don’t want him reckless.”

Soap smiled slightly as he heard your words before letting out a deep sigh and leaning his head back onto the couch. “Ghost doesn't know any other way to work. He's the type to throw himself into life-threatening situations and come out of them uninjured. I'm surprised he hasn't suffered any major injury all these years of service.”

Soap said before looking at you again, his expression becoming more serious. “Just try to remember that he's doing all of it to keep other people safe. That includes yourself.”

“I don’t care others, I care my fucking husband. I’m a medic, you know how hurt my heart especially I patching my skull husband?”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and nodded his head, understanding how you felt. “I know how you feel. I feel like Ghost is gonna give me a heart attack everytime he risks his life. But I've known him for many years, so I know he'll always be able to get out of trouble.”

He paused for a few moments before looking you in the eyes. “But Ghost isn't just your husband, he's a soldier first. He has to prioritize his duties over his personal life.”

“Tch, don’t remind me that. I just want to complaint about my skull face husband.”

Soap smiled slightly at your response before letting out another sigh, realizing that nothing he said was really gonna make any difference. “Trust me, I know you're worried about Ghost. I am too, everytime he goes out on a mission, I sit by the phone wondering if he's coming back this time. But I know he will.”

He looked at you then patted you on the shoulder. “Ghost probably is feeling bad right now you know, even if he'll never admit it.”

“Hmph! I watched the tv first. Bye, Soap.”

Soap chuckled as he heard you before waving you off. “Alright, I'm gonna make some lunch later if you want any. Just hollar.”

He said before you began to walk away, his expression turning slightly more serious again as he muttered to himself. “That idiot Ghost better not have gotten himself in trouble this time.”

Soap was busy cooking lunch in the kitchen, suddenly heard the sound of the front door being opened. He paused for a moment listened to the sound of footsteps entering the house. “That must be-"

His thoughts were cut off when he saw Ghost enter the kitchen, still wearing his black tactical gear. Soap's expression hardened slightly at the sight of him. “Speak of the devil.”

Ghost didn't say anything at first, his expression as blank and unreadable as always underneath the mask. He took a few more steps into the kitchen before finally speaking in his familiar raspy voice. “Soap.”

Soap nodded his head in acknowledgment before taking a closer look at him, noticing the various injuries he had sustained. “You really did it this time, didn't you? Looks like you took a beating.”

Ghost shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if the injuries he had received were nothing serious, and replied with a dry tone. “I've had worse.”

Soap rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, knowing that Ghost had a tendency to downplay the severity of his injuries. “Of course you have. But this time you've done a good job pissing off her. I don't think I've ever seen her so angry before.”

Ghost's body stiffened at the mention of you, and for a moment, Soap could see a hint of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by his usual emotionless mask. “She's angry with me?”

Soap raised an eyebrow at his response, surprised that he was even asking that question. “Yeah, she's beyond angry. She came over here earlier, ranting and raving about how you're not caring about her feelings and how you always act rashly during missions.”

Ghost's expression remained unreadable, but Soap could tell that the words were getting to him. He let out a heavy sigh and spoke, his voice slightly strained. “She doesn't understand the work we do.”

Soap shook his head and let out a snort of derision. “She's a medic, dumbass. She understands better than you think. She's just worried about you.”

Ghost let out a scoff of disbelief, feeling insulted by Soap's words. He crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a defiant tone. “She worries too much.”

Soap rolled his eyes and shook his head once again, not surprised by Ghost's lack of insight. “You know that's what happens when you marry someone. They worry about you because they care about you.”

You heard their conversation, you cleared your throat and clenched the fist then approached to interrupt them. “No need to persuade him, Soap. He doesn't need to know, and he doesn't want to know.”

Soap and Ghost both turned to look at you as you interrupted them, Soap looked slightly surprised while Ghost's expression remained as blank and unreadable as ever. Soap took a step back and raised his hands slightly in a placating gesture. “Y/N, I was just-“

Ghost interrupted him and took a step forward, his voice still lacking in any emotion. “You're here.”

“Of course I’m here. My brother’s home. A home that I stayed before I married.”

Soap nodded his head and looked between the pair of you, sensing the tension in the air. He took a step back and leaned against the counter. Ghost's expression remained blank, but Soap could see a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes as he spoke. “You're angry with me.”

It wasn't a question, more of a statement. You rolled your eyes and responded with a sharp tone. “Of course I'm angry with you. You're always acting rashly and putting yourself in danger without even thinking about how it affects me.”

Ghost's jaw clenched at your words, his expression still blank but you could see the frustration building within him. He let out a scoff and spoke in a defiant tone. “You don't understand. My job is dangerous. It's what I do.”

Soap shook his head and spoke up once again, trying to diffuse the situation. “She knows that, Ghost. She's just worried about you.”

Ghost turned to Soap and snapped back, his voice rising in volume. “I don't need anyone worrying about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I just don’t understand why my husband wants to push me away? I’m a medic and I know the risks. But…it’s my fault that I worry my husband more? Tell me, Simon. I beg you.”

Ghost let out another heavy sigh and shook his head, his expression still conflicted. “It's not your fault for worrying. That's the natural response someone has when they care about someone else.”

He took a step forward and reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “But I don't want to be the reason you're worried all the time. I don't want you to constantly be worrying about me getting hurt or killed on the field.”

“Simon. Listen carefully, I’m your fucking wife. I’m the person who says I do when you proposal to me. So I fucking definitely will worrying about you, even you just accidentally cut your finger!”

Ghost chuckled softly at your words, his usual blank expression softening into a small smirk under his mask. “You're a stubborn one, aren't you?”

He took a step forward until he was standing directly in front of you. He placed both his hands on your shoulders and spoke in a quieter voice. “I know you'll worry about me. I can't stop you from doing that. And I know you'll be there to patch me up if I get hurt.”

“That’s right, because I’m a fucking medic.”

Ghost chuckled softly again and nodded his head in agreement. He paused for a moment and then spoke again, a hint of playfulness in his voice. “Yeah, you're a damn good medic. You've saved my life more times than I can count. But you're also a damn good wife.”

“Hmph. So you know I’m not just a medic, also your wife. I thought I’m just a statue.”

Ghost nodded his head and a small smirk appeared on his face. “Yeah, I know you're more than just a medic. You're my wife. My partner. The one person who's always there for me, no matter what.”

He took a step closer to you and spoke in a quieter voice, the tone of his voice changing to a more serious one. “And I know that I don't deserve you, but I'm thankful to have you. I'm still grateful for the day you said I do.”

You could feel your heart rate increasing as he spoke, his words making you feel slightly flustered. Soap cleared his throat from the side, reminding you of their presence. You blushed slightly and turned to look at Soap, who was watching the two of you with a sly smile on his face. Soap chuckled and spoke up, his tone teasing. “Looks like the lovebirds are getting all cozy over here.”

You rolled your eyes ignoring your brother then stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his masked cheek, feeling the rough material brush against your palm. Took a deep breath, still feeling the anger and worry in heart. “I married you because I love you, Simon. But it's because I love you that I worry about you all the time. I can't help it. You're my fucking husband.”

Ghost's expression softened even more as you placed your hand on his cheek, the rough fabric of his mask against your palm. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a soft sigh before opening them again, looking into your eyes.

He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice quieter this time. “I know you worry about me. And I know it's because you love me. But I can't help worrying about you too.”

You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke, the closeness between you both causing a mixture of emotions to swirl within you. On one hand, you were still angry and upset with him for his reckless behavior. But on the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in his presence.

Soap cleared his throat once again, interrupting the intimate moment between you and Ghost. “Alright, lovebirds. I get the feeling I'm the third wheel over here.”

“Tch. Fine. Alright alright. Can’t let my lovely brother ignore by us.”

Soap chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head in amusement. “Don't worry about me. I'm used to being the third wheel around here.”

Ghost rolled his eyes under his mask at Soap's comment, but didn't say anything. He was too focused and concerned about you. Soap leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, a small smirk on his face. “So, you two lovebirds figure things out yet?”

“Um…I think so. I’m not angry anymore..”

Soap nodded his head and looked between the two of you, noticing the change in the atmosphere between you and Ghost. “Good, I'm glad you're not angry anymore.”

Ghost remained silent and let out a soft sigh, relieved that you weren't angry anymore. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you close. Soap spoke up again, his tone somewhat amused. “So, lovebirds, you gonna make out in front of me or what?”

Ghost's grip on your waist tightened slightly and he let out a scoff under his mask, clearly amused by Soap's words as well. “You wish, Soap.”

Soap chuckled and held his hands up playfully in mock surrender. “Hey, can you blame a guy for asking? It's not every day you see a cute couple like you two getting all romantic.”

You rolled your eyes at Soap's comment and swat him playfully, trying to hide the slight flush on your cheeks. “Jeez, come on, Simon. Let’s go home.”

Ghost nodded his head in agreement, seemingly grateful for an excuse to get out of the situation with Soap. “Yeah, let's get out of here.”

He kept his hand on your waist and guided you toward the door, giving a dismissive wave to Soap. “See you later, Soap.”

Soap chuckled and watched the two of you head out the door, a smirk on his face. “Later, lovebirds.”

As Ghost and you stepped outside, the cool evening air hit your face, providing a sense of relaxation. Ghost's hand remained on your waist, guiding you toward a black SUV parked nearby. He opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in, his voice still gruff but with a hint of tenderness. “Get in. I'll drive.”

“Tch, isn't it me who's driving? Alright, I don't want to scratch your car again.”

Ghost let out a soft chuckle, his tone slightly amused as he remembered the time you accidentally scratched his car. “Right, I remember that. You're lucky I didn't make you pay for the repairs.”

He closed the passenger door once you had settled in, then made his way to the driver's seat. As he was about to get in, he paused for a moment and looked at you. “Remember, no loud music this time. I don't need my eardrums blown out again.”

“Tch. Fine. Hm…ocean background music. Satisfied?”

Ghost nodded his head in acknowledgment as he started the car, the engine purring to life. “Sure, ocean background music is fine. As long as it's not too loud.”

He began to drive, maneuvering the car through the streets with practiced ease. The streetlights cast a warm glow on his face, illuminating the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight tilt of his head. “You know, you're the only person I let touch this car.”

“Good. That’s my privilege I want.”

He continued to drive, his focus mostly on the road ahead. The tension from earlier in the day had faded, replaced by a comfortable silence between the two of you. Ghost chuckled softly at your words, his expression still mostly hidden under his mask but his eyes betraying a hint of amusement. “Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. You've already scratched it once.”

“Hey, that’s was an accident. I was too panicked at reverse parking then boom. You scold me that time. And I feel like, oh ~ my lovely husband is not loving me anymore ~ I’m so sad.”

Ghost rolled his eyes under his mask, knowing you were only teasing him, and played along with your little game. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a terrible driver and you should never be allowed behind the wheel of a car again.”

He paused for a moment and then continued in a more playful tone. “And don't act so dramatic. I scolded you because you scratched my car, not because I don't love you anymore. Idiot.”

“Hmph! Now I’m idiot, not lovely wife anymore.”

Ghost let out a soft sigh and shook his head in mock irritation. “You know I was just messing with you. You're still my lovely wife, even if you're a terrible driver and an idiot sometimes.”

He glanced over at you and saw the teasing glint in your eyes, knowing that you were just having fun. “But seriously, don't scratch my car again. I'll make you walk everywhere if you do.”

“Suddenly I felt I had reason to file for divorce.”

Ghost feigned a look of shock, his eyes going wide under his mask. He was clearly playing along with your teasing, enjoying your playful banter. He reached over and poked you gently in the side, his touch playful. “You wouldn't dare. Don't even think about it. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“Then let me drive, I want to scratch it.”

Ghost let out a scoff and shook his head, his tone still playful but slightly incredulous. “Absolutely not. You are not touching the wheel. I don't want to end up in a ditch somewhere because of your crappy driving.”

He continued to drive, his eyes focused on the road, but a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “Nice try, though. I know how much you enjoy pushing my buttons.”

“Oops, you found me.” You chuckled playfully.

Ghost chuckled softly, his amusement clear in his voice. He paused for a moment and then continued in a more serious tone. “Oh, I know you well enough by now to know when you're trying to stir trouble. But seriously, no driving for you. Stick to being a passenger princess.”

“Alright alright. Please call me Princess Mactavish. Hm~if you huh, Knight Riley.”

Ghost chuckled at your request, his tone somewhat amused. “Princess Mactavish and Knight Riley, huh? Sounds like a fairy tale.”

He reached over and gently patted your head, playing along with your little game. “And what requests does the princess have for her knight?”

“Hm~kiss me a lot and love me forever.” You blurted out happily.

Ghost chuckled softly at your request, the sound warm and affectionate. “Ah, the easiest request to fulfill.”

He took his hand off the steering wheel for a moment and reached over, gently taking your hand in his. He brought it up to his mask and planted a soft kiss on the top of your hand, his eyes meeting yours through the mask. “I promise to love you forever, Princess Mactavish.”

You felt a wave of happiness wash over you at his words, your heart swelling with love and affection. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, grateful for his promise. “And I promise to love you forever, too, Knight Riley."

Ghost felt a warm feeling spread through his chest at your words, his heart filling with a deep sense of comfort and contentment. He tightened his grip on your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in return. “Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anywhere.”

He paused for a moment and then continued in a more playful tone. “And if any pesky princes try to steal you away, I may have to fight them off.”

“Oh wow~ such a great knight.”

Ghost chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders slightly, his tone playful. He turned his attention back to the road for a moment before continuing. “What can I say? I'm a man of many talents. Protecting my lovely wife from pesky princes is just another one of them. Besides, you're mine, and I'm not planning on sharing you with anyone.”

“Thanks, my lovely husband.”

Ghost chuckled softly at your words and smiled gently under his mask. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze again, his touch gentle and affectionate. “You're welcome, my lovely wife. And I won't let anyone take you away from me.”

You nodded your head in acknowledgment, knowing that he was possessive but also feeling a shiver went down your spine. The tone in his voice was always a mix of affection and command. It was like he was making sure I knew exactly where you belong. And the last sentence was almost a warning. “Yeah, I know you don't.”

You could hear the finality in his voice, no room for argument. And you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and comfort from his possessive yet caring demeanor.

The drive continued in silence for a moment, the only noise being the hum of the engine and the occasional passing cars. Then, Ghost spoke again, his tone shifting slightly. “You know, there's one thing I've been meaning to ask you.”

“What is it?” You curious about what he said.

Ghost paused for a moment, his expression remaining mostly hidden under his mask. However, his eyes gave away a hint of anticipation. “We've been married for quite some time now. And... there's something we haven't done.”

“Hm? Like what?” You kinda nervous. Wonder he’s thinking the same thing like you.

Ghost took a deep breath before speaking, his tone carefully neutral, though you could sense a hint of anticipation in his words. He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “I've been thinking about it for a while, and I feel like it's something we should talk about as a couple. Have you ever thought about... having children?”

“Huh?! Really?! You sure?! I thought you’re not interested in this kind of thing.”

Ghost chuckled softly at your shocked response, his mask not showing any other expression. “Yeah, I mean it. I've been thinking about it lately. And I know I may not have ever shown much interest in the idea, but lately, I've been feeling different.”

He paused for a moment, his tone growing serious. “I want to be honest with you. I used to think that having a family wasn't really in the cards for me, given my job and the dangerous lifestyle I lead. But now, I've been reconsidering.”

He took a deep breath and continued, his voice quieter this time. “I've realized that maybe I want something more than just endless missions and bloodshed. And the thought of having a family, of being a father...it's something new to me.”

He reached over and placed a hand on your knee, his touch gentle and careful. “What do you think, love?”

Suddenly you realized that he had this idea. You always thought he didn't want children. Both of you knew how dangerous each other's duties was, but lives took a big turn after you two fell in love and got married. At this moment you realized that you two would face new challenges. You took out phone from pocket to check some of your private data such as ovulation and menstrual period. “Do you busy tonight? We can try this week….no condom….”

Ghost's eyes widened under his mask at your words, his expression a mix of surprise and arousal. He hadn't expected you to bring up the idea so quickly. He nodded his head, his grip on your knee tightening slightly. “Yeah, tonight, I'm all yours.”

He couldn't help the slight huskiness in his voice, the thought of starting a family with you now more tantalizing than ever. “You've checked your cycle?”

“Yup. I am. I think this week will hit the jackpot.”

Ghost's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his mind racing with thoughts of starting a family with you. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his body already reacting to your words. He aid gruffly, his tone a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Alright then. Let's do it.”

His hand on your knee gripped you just a little harder, his touch possessive and needy. “And I promise to be very thorough tonight.”

The rest of the car ride was full of tension, both of you unable to hide your excitement about what was to come. It was as if the air around you was charged with electricity, building up the anticipation exponentially. As the car pulled into the driveway of your house, Ghost shut off the engine, the sudden silence in the cabin making the tension even more palpable. He turned to look at you, his eyes burning with desire. “Come on, love. Let's take this inside.”

Ghost got out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you. He took your hand and helped you out, his grip firm and possessive. As you walked towards the house, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, the mere thought of the night to come making his heart race with excitement and anticipation. Once you were both inside, he closed the door behind you with a quiet click and immediately pushed you up against the wall, his body pressing against yours.

“Take off your mask, I’m not gonna fuck with you while looking at that skull mask tonight.”

Ghost chuckled softly at your request, his tone teasing. He pulled the mask off, revealing his sharp jawline and rugged handsome face. His eyes were dark with desire, and his lips curved into a small smirk. “Is that more to your taste, love?”

“Yup. No more Lieutenant Ghost, only Simon Riley and my lovely husband.”

Ghost's expression softened slightly at your words, his tone a little more affectionate. He said, his fingers tracing gently along your cheek. “Only Simon for you, love. Your lovely husband, Simon.”

He leaned in closer, his body pressing even tighter against yours, his proximity making your heart race. “I plan to show you just how much I love you tonight.”

The heat between you was palpable as he continued to kiss your neck, his touch growing more urgent with each passing moment. His hands roamed your body, one resting on your hip and the other gently caressing the sensitive skin of your stomach. It was a teasing touch, one that both aroused you and drove you insane with anticipation. He leaned in closer and whispered huskily in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Are you ready, love?”

“Ha—yes. I’m ready.” You moan softly.

Ghost chuckled softly at your readiness, his tone thick with desire. His hands gripping your hips as he began to guide you towards the bedroom. The air was electric with anticipation as he led you into the room, his eyes never leaving your body. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, shutting out the outside world. The bedroom was lit by soft, flickering candlelight, creating a sensual atmosphere.

Ghost walked you over to the bed and gently pushed you down, guiding you to lie on your back. He stood over you, his eyes roaming over your body with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He began to undress, his moves slow and deliberate, giving you a full view of his toned, muscular body. As he pulled off his shirt, baring his chest, he noticed your gaze lingering on him. A cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Like what you see?”

“Oh my fucking Simon, that’s definitely awesome.” You teased him.

Ghost chuckled at your reaction, his smirk growing even cockier. He could see the desire in your eyes, and he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He climbed onto the bed, straddling you and pinning you beneath him. His hands traced over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive at the same time.

Ghost's smirk grew wider as he continued to touch your body, his hands mapping out every curve and contour. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice a low, sinful rumble. His lips grazed your neck, his teeth nipping gently at your sensitive skin before moving down to your collarbone. “Good. Because I plan on using every inch of it to pleasure you tonight.”

“You better do it. My lovely husband.”

Ghost let out a soft growl at your words, and his hand gripped your hip a bit tighter, the possessive gesture making your heart race. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his proximity making your body ache with desire. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yup. I’m ready.” You pressed a kiss on his lips.

He claimed your mouth with a kiss, his tongue delving inside, tasting and exploring every inch of you. It was a kiss that was both demanding and possessive, a reminder of just who you belonged to. Ghost's hands roamed your body, his touch both gentle and possessive as he explored, his fingers tracing a path of fire across your skin. He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of biting kisses along your sensitive skin.

He continued to kiss and bite your neck, hands gripping your hips, his touch both possessive and gentle. He moved down to your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along the way. His body was pressed against yours, the feel of his muscular chest and stomach against your skin making your body ache with desire. He lifted his head again, his eyes dark and burning with lust.

“I love you, Simon.” You moan softly and said.

Ghost's expression softened slightly at your words, his tone becoming more affectionate. He leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss, his mouth worshipping yours. His hands caressed your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. “I love you too, love. My lovely wife.”

The times flew away and the sun was setting on the sky. Ghost stirred from sleep, his eyes heavy as he slowly awoke. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft light of the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. He shifted his weight on the bed, his body still feeling the aftereffects of a long, passionate night with you. He turned his head to look at you, a contented smile on his lips at the sight of you still asleep beside him.

“Mm…mhm. Morning….” You mumbling softly.

Ghost chuckled softly at your groggy response, his smile growing. He stroked your hair again, his hand gentle as he caressed your scalp. “Good morning, love. How'd you sleep?”

“Good, it’s so fucking wonderful.” You yawned and leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips.

Ghost smiled again at your response, his heart warming at the sight of you still half-asleep and rumpled from the night before. He reached out and ran a hand down your bare back, his touch both possessive and gentle. “Did I wear you out last night?”

“A little. But it’s a great moment.” You nuzzled him.

Ghost chuckled softly at your words, his touch growing firmer as he continued to run his hand down your back. His voice dropping an octave lower. “You were pretty spectacular yourself last night, love.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips lingering on your skin. “Ready for a shower, my lovely wife?”

“Do you mind carrying me? My legs are sore. Yesterday night ride you, my muscles are numb.”

Ghost chuckled at your request, his expression both amused and affectionate. “Of course I don’t mind.”

He slid out of bed and picked you up in one easy motion, supporting you in his arms as he carried you towards the bathroom. He teased lightly, his arms holding you securely. “You really wore yourself out last night, oh my lovely wife.”

“You’re a soldier, I’m a medic. Don’t expect a medic’s stamina can win over you. Oh! So tell me, my lovely husband. Our first baby you wish it’s a boy or girl?” You pecking his cheek and asking him.

Ghost paused for a moment, his expression growing thoughtful as he considered your question. “I don’t really care. I know this might sound cheesy, but all I really want is a healthy baby – a chance to start a family with you.”

He looked at you, his eyes warm and affectionate. “But if you’re asking my preference, then I guess I wouldn’t mind a little girl with your eyes and your stubbornness.”

“Holy shit. A skull mask lieutenant with a baby girl. Little princess’s daddy huh.”

Ghost chuckled at your words, the image you painted obviously amusing to him. He stepped closer to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips again. He said with a hint of sarcasm. “Yeah, the Lieutenant, the big bad boogeyman of the 141, reduced to being a daddy of a cute little princess.”

You chuckled then pressed his lips with a kiss. Ghost responded to your kiss, his arms tightening around you as he deepened it. His mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was both possessive and demanding, his tongue exploring and tasting you with a hunger that betrayed his need for you. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, holding you in place as he angled your head for better access, his other hand pressing firmly against the small of your back, holding your body flush against his.

The next few month, you were as busy as usual at the Task 141 base. At lunchtime, you took the tray and went to pick out the food. Suddenly felt unwell had the urge to vomit. You immediately threw away the tray, covered mouth and ran into the toilet to vomit.

Ghost was in the commissary when he noticed your sudden change in demeanor. He saw the expression on your face, the way you suddenly went pale, and knew something was wrong. Without a second thought, he was on his feet and moving in your direction, following as you rushed towards the bathroom. He was there waiting by the time you reached the toilet, concern written all over his face. “Love. Are you alright?”

“Fucking hell…today is already third time.” You washed your face and wiped it with handkerchiefs.

Then realization dawned on him. He remembered the signs, the sudden nausea, your paler than usual complexion. He knelt down beside you, his hand moving to gently brush the hair back from your face. He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is it…is it possible that you’re…?”

“Eh? You mean that thing?” You tilted your head pointed your stomach.

Ghost nodded silently, his gaze locked on your face. The thought had crossed his mind before, but he had pushed it aside, not wanting to get his hopes up. But now, seeing you in this condition, it seemed like more than just a possibility. He reached out and took one of your hands in his, his touch gentle and possessive. “Have you... Have you taken a test?”

“Not yet…I'll go to the infirmary to get tested. You go to training first, I'll let you know if there's any news.”

Ghost was reluctant to let you go, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. He had a protective streak in him a mile wide, and the idea of you being unwell and him not being there for you made him uneasy. But he knew you were strong, capable, the badass medic he knew and loved. He nodded reluctantly. “Alright. But you promise to let me know as soon as you know something, alright? Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Roger, Lieutenant Ghost.” You salute playfully.

You went back to the infirmary and dug out a few pregnancy test sticks that you had prepared earlier. You held them tightly and began to doubt yourself. Could it really work this time? You ran into the toilet and started testing, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test sticks.

Your hands trembled slightly as you clutched the test sticks, your heart thudding in your chest. This was it. The moment you had been hoping for, praying for, for so long. The minutes ticked by, each agonizingly slow second feeling like an eternity. Finally, you couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t bear the anticipation any longer. With trembling fingers, you picked up the first test stick and waited for the result.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you watched the test stick, the wait excruciating. And then, almost as if in slow motion, the results started to appear. Positive. Your eyes widened, your heart nearly stopped. A wave of emotions washed over you, relief, joy, disbelief, excitement. Tears welled up in your eyes as you grabbed the second test stick with trembling hands.

And again, positive. The same result. No mistaking it, no denying it. You were pregnant. You clutched the test sticks to your chest, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the moment. You were filled with a fierce sense of protectiveness, a fierce love for the tiny life growing inside you. You had to find Ghost. You had to tell him. “Fucking hell…finally. God damn it. Took us so long. Finally Ghost can be a father…”

You could barely control your emotions as you raced through the base, your thoughts racing just as fast as your legs. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and disbelief, your heart swelling with joy. You had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, it felt surreal. You finally reached the training ground, scanning the area for Ghost. And then you spotted him, his broad shoulders and strong presence immediately catching your eye.

You also saw Price standing next to him talking about something. You walked forward holding the pregnancy test stick hidden behind you , and you cleared your throat to attract their attention.

Ghost's head whipped around as soon as he heard the sound of your cough, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you approaching. But the way you were holding your hand behind your back, the secretive expression on your face, made him curious. And he could tell something was up. He turned towards you, his expression a mix of curiosity and something that looked an awful lot like hope. “What’s that you’ve got there, love?”

Price turned, too, his eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the same secretiveness that Ghost did. A faint smirk played on his lips, as if he was already guessing what was going on. “What are you hiding, medic?”

“Something happened. I’m pregnant. We really did succeed this time, Ghost.” You blurted out.

Ghost’s expression immediately softened, a look of almost disbelieving joy spreading across his face. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed speechless. He took a step towards you, his arms reaching out to pull you into a tight embrace. “You’re pregnant? Really? My lovely wife pregnant?”

Price, standing nearby, let out a loud whoop, a huge grin on his face. He teased, poking Ghost in the shoulder. “Finally, eh, Ghost?”

Ghost pulled back slightly, his gaze fixated on the test sticks you held out to him. His fingers trembled as he gently took them from your hand, his expression filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. He turned them over in his hands, his eyes scanning the results, as if he was afraid he was dreaming.

Price stepped closer, peering over Ghost’s shoulder at the test sticks. His voice filled with both doubt but more of excitement. “Damn, you’re not pulling my leg, are you?"

“Fucking hell. We really succeeded this time! Ghost!”

Ghost set the test sticks down and pulled you into his arms, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around in a tight, overjoyed embrace. He held you against him, his body trembling with emotion. He rasped, his voice filled with wonder and awe. “We did it! We did it, love. You're carrying our child."

Price chuckled, watching the two of you with a grin on his face. “Looks like the 141 is getting a new recruit.”

“Seriously? Captain, a baby you want to recruit too?!”

Price chuckled heartily, his eyes shining with amusement at your words. He paused, then gave a wink. His voice playful. “Imagine the possibilities. Tiny recruits, following orders in their little uniform...”

“Sounds like chaos. But…I guess 141 will have headaches, don’t mind my pregnancy symptoms.”

Ghost chuckled, his arms still around you, holding you close. “Don't worry, love. I'll handle any headaches, and I'll take care of you and the little one.”

Price joined in again, his tone still teasing. He said, nodding sagely. “Us seasoned 141 members can handle anything. Including pregnant medics.”

“Hahahaha. Thanks. So, my lovely husband Ghost. New adventures are coming soon.”

Ghost's expression softened even more, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity. He held you tight, his arms encircling you protectively as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Indeed. New adventures, new challenges. But we'll face them together. You and me, and our little one.”

Price, standing nearby, couldn’t help but add his own two cents. “Hahahah. Better start getting used to less sleep, Ghost.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at Price's words, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. He said sarcastically. “Thanks for the reminder, Captain. As if I wasn't already preparing for a lifetime of sleepless nights.”

Price chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. He said, his tone mock-serious. “Just warning you, son. Babies are noisy. And they never sleep when you do.”

“Hahaha. Alright alright, guys. Don’t say anything negative that will make me regret having a baby.” Ghost and Price exchanged glances after your words, their expressions immediately sobering.

Ghost shook his head vehemently. He said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. “No regrets. Not a single one. This is a blessing, love. Our little miracle.”

Price nodded in agreement, his expression serious. “Ghost is right. This is a wonderful thing you're doing. Bringing life into the world...it's the most important job there is.”

“Hahaha. Guess my responsibility increased when I had a baby. Oh! Soap definitely will happy! His nephew or niece is coming.”

Soap appeared as if on cue, sauntering into the conversation with a cocky grin on his face. He drawled, his Scottish accent thick and unapologetic. “Did I hear my name?”

Price chuckled, turning to Soap. He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Your ears are still sharp, son. Speaking of which, you have some news to hear.”

“Hwah! Jeez! Oh, since my lovely brother is here. Ghost and I have something to tell you.”

Price couldn't help but chuckle at Soap's eagerness. Soap's ears perked up at Ghost's words, his expression going from cocky to curious. He asked, his voice tinged with excitement. “Oh yeah? What’s this important news you’re sharing with me, Ghost?”

Ghost took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Soap's. His voice filled with a mix of awe and wonder. “We’re having a baby.”

Soap's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open. He stood there speechless for a moment, as if trying to process the news. And then, his face broke out into a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with joy and excitement. He exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness. “Are you serious? That’s amazing news!”

“Yup. We have a baby, you will be uncle soon.” You pointed at your stomach and laughed.

Soap's grin widened even more, his face lighting up with happiness. He exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement. “I'm going to be an uncle? Bloody hell, that's brilliant!”

He turned to Ghost and clasped him on the shoulder, his grip tight. He said, his tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Congratulations, mate! You’re gonna be a dad!”

Ghost nodded, his expression softened by a genuine smile. His voice filled with gratitude. “Thanks, Soap. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it myself.”

Price, standing nearby, chuckled at the reaction from Soap, his eyes filled with amusement. He said, his tone lighthearted. “Looks like this 141 family is expanding. I wonder how the little one will handle all the excitement around here.”

Nine months later, your voice of pain and crying could be heard in the delivery room because the baby was being born. Ghost paced back and forth outside the delivery room, his heart pounding with anticipation and a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He could hear your voice, filled with pain and exertion, and he wanted nothing more than to be by your side, to hold your hand and offer whatever comfort he could.

Soap stood nearby, his expression a mix of anxiety and excitement. He clasped Ghost on the shoulder, trying to offer some reassurance. “It’ll be fine, mate. Just a few more hours, and you’ll be holding your little one in your arms.”

Ghost nodded, trying to take deep breaths to steady himself. The wait was excruciating, and he couldn't help but worry about you and the baby. He knew childbirth was difficult, knew it was painful, and he wanted to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

Price standing nearby, couldn't help but chime in as well, his tone filled with his usual sarcasm. He said, a smirk on his face. “Hang in there, Ghost. You're in for a world of chaos now.”

Finally, your voice had quieted down a lot, and a baby girl's cry came from the delivery room. You collapsed on the hospital bed, holding your newborn baby girl in your arms. You were very tired and at a loss as to how to comfort her. You felt so helpless that couldn't help crying with her. “Nonono…Freya…what should I do..?”

Ghost rushed into the room, his heart pounding with worry and excitement. He saw you, exhausted and overwhelmed, holding your newborn baby girl in your arms, tears streaming down your face.

He crossed the room in a heartbeat, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. He reached out a trembling hand, gently stroking your hair, trying to soothe you. He whispered, his voice soft and comforting. “Shhh...it’s okay. Don’t cry, love. You’re doing great.”

“I don’t know how to do? Freya kept crying…”

Ghost's expression softened, his heart swelling with love and concern for you. He gently took the baby from your arms, cradling her against his chest. He said, his voice soft and soothing. “It's alright. Babies cry. It's the only way they can communicate.”

He slowly rocked the baby back and forth, gently shushing her, his touch tender and caring. He repeated, rocking her gently. “Shhh...it’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here…”

The baby gradually calmed, her crying diminishing to soft hiccups and gurgles. Ghost smiled, his expression filled with a mixture of wonder and amazement. “See? It just takes a bit of patience and some gentle shushing.”

Price and Soap stood nearby, their own expressions filled with a mix of amusement and affection. Soap teased, a cheeky grin on his face. “Who knew the mighty Ghost would be a natural at this dad thing.”

You’re still crying after you feel the pain and loss. After the baby girl stopped crying, you wiped away your tears and catch the breath again. Ghost’s attention shifted back to you, his expression filled with concern and love. He could see the tears streaming down your face, the exhaustion and pain you were experiencing.

He carefully handed the baby to Soap, who held her with a look of wonder on his face, and turned back to you. He sat back down beside you, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You did great, love. You brought a beautiful little girl into this world. You were amazing.”

You couldn't bear it anymore, you threw yourself into his arms and cried. The pain of pregnancy and the helplessness of the baby's cry almost made you despair. Ghost wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his touch gentle and comforting.

He could feel your body trembling, the tears soaking his shirt, and his heart ached with sympathy and understanding. He held you tight, rocking you slowly from side to side, his voice soft in your ear. “You’re okay. You’re okay. You did great, love. You did great.”

“Thanks…Simon. I’m scared when Freya crying.”

Ghost's expression softened, understanding your fear and helplessness. He held you tighter, his grip strong and reassuring. His voice tender. “It’s alright to be scared, love. Being a parent is frightening. But you don’t have to be scared alone. I’m here for you, and so is Soap and Price. We’re family. We’ll figure this parenting thing out together.”

“I know…but I’m still panicked when she cried.”

Ghost caressed your cheek gently, his touch gentle and soothing. He could see the worry and exhaustion in your eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to ease your mind. “Don’t worry. You’re doing great. You brought a beautiful baby girl into the world. And we’ll figure everything out together.”

He pulled you closer, holding you tight against him, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting blanket. “We’re in this together, love. Me and you.”

Price and Soap watched the exchange between you and Ghost with knowing grins. They could see the love and affection between you, and they were both happy to see their comrades finding such contentment and happiness. Price, in his gruff way, chimed in with a sly comment. “Alright, you two lovebirds. Get a room.”

“Oh come on! I’m just finished, give me a break.”

Price chuckled, his expression filled with devilish amusement. He teased. “Ah, come on. You can't blame me for being envious. Ghost gets to be a dad now, and I'm still stuck as the old, grumpy Captain.”

Soap chuckled at Price's comment, unable to resist joining in the banter. Soap chimed in, his tono mock serious. “Don't worry, Captain. You can be the fun uncle. Spoil the kid rotten and give them sweets before bedtime.”

“My lovely brother, hand over my daughter.”

Soap grinned, his expression filled with mock indignation. He protested, his tone light and playful. “Ah, little sister, I thought I could hold my niece for a bit longer?”

Price chuckled, shaking his head at Soap's antics. He said, patting Soap on the shoulder. “Alright, alright, give the girl her daughter back.”

Soap reluctantly handed the baby back to you, his expression filled with a mixture of reluctance and affection. You stroked her cheek and smiled. “Hey, Freya. Mommy’s here…”

Your baby girl looked up at you with wide eyes, her expression curious and innocent. She gurgled softly, her little hands reaching out towards you. Ghost watched the scene with a heart filled with love and affection. Seeing you holding your baby girl, the bond between mother and child so strong and immediate, made his heart swell with pride and joy.

He stood by your side, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, watching as you cooed to your baby girl, your voice filled with love and tenderness. Soap and Price stood nearby, their expressions softened by the scene unfolding in front of them. Soap had a warm smile on his face, and even Price had a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Soap couldn't help but chime in, his tone filled with affectionate teasing. “Look at you, little sis. Already a natural at this mom thing.”

Six years later, late one night, at Ghost's home. Ghost hasn't come back from the base yet, Freya and you are the only ones left at home. You are sleeping in the upstairs bedroom, and Freya suddenly woke up in the downstairs bedroom. Ghost quietly entered the house, closing the front door behind him with a soft click. He was just returning from the base, still clad in his tactical gear and balaclava.

As he walked towards the living room, he heard the sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up and saw his little girl, Freya, standing at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes wide with surprise as she saw him in his balaclava for the first time.

Ghost froze, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the fear and confusion etched on his little girl's face. He hadn't expected her to wake up at this late hour. He quickly realized that he must have looked intimidating to her, with his face covered and his body in tactical gear. He took a slow step towards her, his voice soft and gentle. “Hey, sweetie. It's just me, daddy.”

But Freya backed away, her eyes still wide with fear, her little body trembling. She had never seen her dad looking like this before, and the sight of him was clearly unsettling her. Ghost felt a pang of worry and concern in his chest. He knew he had to find a way to reassure her, to show her that he was still her dad, despite his appearance. He crouched down, making himself smaller and less intimidating.

You are sleeping soundly when suddenly heard a loud cry and scream. It was Freya. You opened the drawer, took out a gun and loaded it, then ran to downstairs. As soon as you got downstairs, Freya ran to hide behind you, hugged your legs and cried. You pointed your gun forward without hesitation. “You son of bitch—eh?! Simon?!”

Ghost held up his hands in surprise, his balaclava still covering his face. He looked at the gun in your hand, then at Freya hiding behind you, her little arms wrapped tightly around your legs. He said, his voice low and urgent. “Love, put the gun down. It's just me. I just came back from the base.”

“Shit. Oh, sorry. I thought someone kidnapped Freya. Jeez, I’m glad that I didn’t pulled the trigger or else your head would be hurt. I’ll put down the gun.”

Ghost watched as you slowly lowered the gun, your hand trembling slightly. He could see the realization and relief washing over your face, as you finally recognized him. He took another step closer, his expression gentle and reassuring. “It's alright. There was no need to shoot me.”

He looked down at Freya, who was still hiding behind you, her little arms wrapped tightly around your legs. You coaxed your daughter gently. “Freya, he’s not gonna hurt you. Daddy is here, he’s just covering his face because his work.”

Freya peaked her head out from behind you, her eyes locked on Ghost's masked face. She looked scared and uncertain, her little body still trembling.

Ghost crouched down to her level, trying to make himself smaller and less intimidating. He slowly reached up and pulled the balaclava off his face, revealing his familiar features. “See? It's just me, sweetie. It's just daddy.”

Freya's eyes widened as she saw her dad's face, her confusion giving way to recognition. The fear slowly faded from her expression, replaced by relief and comfort. She hesitated for a moment, still clinging to your leg, before slowly letting go and taking a tentative step towards Ghost.

Ghost held out his hand to her, his expression warm and encouraging. “Come here, sweetie.”

Freya hesitantly stepped forward, her little hand reaching out towards Ghost's hand. He took her hand in his, his grip gentle and reassuring. He guided her towards him, sitting down on the floor as he pulled her into his lap. “Daddy's here. There's no need to be scared.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his chest. Freya buried her face in his chest, her little body trembling with lingering fear and surprise. Ghost held her close, rubbing her back gently, trying to soothe her. He could feel her heartbeat slowly returning to normal, the tension in her body easing as she felt the safety and warmth of his embrace.

“Well, first experience Freya with your mask on.” You couldn’t help it and teasing him playfully.

Ghost chuckled softly, his expression filled with fondness. He said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, I suppose it was a bit of a shocker for her.”

He looked down at his daughter, who was still clinging to him tightly, her face buried in his chest. He joked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It seems like maybe I should start wearing my mask around the house more often.”

“Jeez. Fucking nononono. No, I can’t kiss your sexy lips, and Freya can’t clinging you.” You pinched his cheek, your voice tone like warning.

Ghost chuckled again, amused by your reaction. He said, his voice teasing. “Well, I wouldn't want to sacrifice the kissing or the cuddling.”

He looked down at his daughter, who was still clinging to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. “And I suppose this little one wouldn't appreciate it if daddy was always covered up either. She needs to see my handsome face sometimes.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his words, your own expression softening at the sight of Ghost holding his daughter so gently in his arms. “Yeah, I don't think she'd like it very much if she couldn't see her daddy's face all the time either.”

Ghost looked up at you, his expression warm and affectionate. He asked, his voice low and playful. “And you, love? Would you miss my handsome face if I kept the balaclava on more often?”

“Hahaha. I’m not gonna asked you to take it off. I’m just gonna kick your ass and ripped the balaclava out. Oh! Freya, you okay now?”

Freya had finally stopped crying, her little sobs turning into hiccups as she slowly calmed down. She lifted her head from her dad's chest, her tears still staining her cheeks. She looked up at you, her expression a mix of fear and confusion, before looking back at Ghost. She said in a small voice. “Daddy?”

Ghost smiled gently at her, his expression softening. He replied, his voice gentle and warm. “Yes, sweetie?”

Freya's little hand reached up to touch his face, her expression filled with awe and curiosity. She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You're not a bad guy?”

Ghost's expression turned solemn, his heart filling with sadness at her words. He knew she had been scared of him when she saw him in his balaclava, and he understood why. He shook his head softly, his voice tender. “No, sweetie. I'm not a bad guy. I'm your daddy.”

“Freya, it’s your daddy, truly.” You continue coaxing her, you pressed a kiss on Freya’s forehead then Simon’s cheek.

Freya looked up at you, her little hand still touching Ghost's cheek. She seemed to be processing what you had said, trying to make sense of the situation.

Ghost looked at her, his expression filled with tenderness and love. He reached up to gently grab her little hand, holding it in his much larger one. He placed a gentle kiss on her small fingers. “It's true, sweetie. I am your daddy, and I would never hurt you.”

Freya looked at him, her expression still etched with a hint of fear and confusion. But slowly, she seemed to be softening, her little body relaxing in his arms.

She looked down at their hands, her small fingers clutching his tightly. She asked, her voice a small whisper. “Promise?”

Ghost's expression turned gentle and reassuring. He took her little chin in his hand, tilting her face up towards his. He said, his voice filled with conviction. “I promise, sweetie. I will always protect you and keep you safe. I will never, ever hurt you.”

“Ahem. Sorry for interrupting this moment. By the way, Little Freya Riley. I thought you’re sleeping? Why did you suddenly wake up?”

Ghost looked at his daughter, his expression filled with curiosity. Freya looked sheepish, her little face blushing as she looked down at her feet. She fidgeted with the hem of her pajama top, her voice small and hesitant. She mumbled, her words barely audible. “I had a bad dream.”

“Hm. Understood. Well…daddy is back today. Do you want to sleep together with us?”

Freya looked up at you, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion. She nodded eagerly, her little body still clinging to Ghost's. She replied, her voice filled with anticipation. “Yes, I want.”

Ghost chuckled, his expression softening as he looked at his little girl. He stood up, holding her close to his chest. He said, his tone affectionate. “Alright, sweetie. Let's go get you settled in bed.”

“Uh huh. Love. You shower first, take off your gear. This is home, not the war zone.” You mentioned.

Ghost chuckled at your words, his expression amused. “Aye, love. I'll go take a shower, and then I'll join you both in bed.”

He looked down at his daughter, who was still clinging to him. He could feel her little body trembling slightly, the remnants of fear from earlier still lingering. “You gonna be okay with mom for a bit, sweetie?”

“Of course she’s okay with me. She’s my daughter.”

Ghost chuckled at your response, his expression filled with affection. He said, his voice soft and warm. “I know, love. I just wanted to make sure she was alright.”

He looked down at Freya, who was looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. He kissed the top of her head, his expression filled with love and tenderness. he asked, his voice gentle. “Be a good girl for mommy, okay?”

Freya nodded, her expression serious and determined. She replied, her voice firm. “I will, daddy.”

Ghost smiled at her, his expression filled with pride. He knew his little girl was strong and brave, just like her mother. “That's my girl. Alright, love. I'll be back soon.”

You picked up Freya, kissed her on the forehead. Then you approached Simon, you covered Freya’s eyes to shield her sight. You leaned closer to him and pressed a deep kiss lingering for a moment. After, you took her upstairs to your bedroom.

Ghost watched as you picked up their daughter, his expression amused and touched by your gesture. He chuckled softly as you covered her eyes before you leaned in and kissed him. He felt a warmth spread through his chest at the familiar sensation of your lips against his, the taste of you still as sweet as he remembered.

He watched as you took Freya upstairs, his expression softening as he saw his little girl clinging to you. He knew she was in good hands, and he would be with you shortly. Ghost stood there for a moment, his heart full and his thoughts swirling with affection for you and his daughter. He could hear your voices coming from upstairs, your soothing tone as you spoke to Freya, and her little giggles in response.

He took a deep breath, letting the tension and adrenaline from his mission release from his body. He knew he could finally relax, knowing that he was home with his family. He finally turned and walked towards the bathroom, ready to take a long and much-needed shower.

“Since daddy is showering, my little Freya come give mommy a good night kiss kiss?” Your cheeks nuzzling her cheeks as you want your daughter little kiss.

Freya's eyes lit up at your request, her little face breaking into a wide smile. She exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. “Kiss kiss!”

She wriggled out of your arms, her little legs wobbling slightly as she stood on her own. She took a few steps towards you, her expression filled with anticipation. She leaned forward, her little hands bracing on your shoulders for support, and planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You pressed a kiss on her forehead. Then opened the bedroom door and settled Freya on the bed. You’re laying down beside her and covered you two with the blanket. You gently patted her to coax her sleeping.

Freya snuggled up against you, her little body tucked firmly under the covers. She closed her eyes, her expression finally relaxed and content. She wrapped her little arms around your waist, her grip loose and comfortable. She nuzzled her face against your chest, her breathing soft and steady.

As you continued to gently pat her back, you could feel her body growing heavier with each passing moment, a sure sign that she was falling into a peaceful slumber. You continued to hum the lullaby, the soft sound filling the room and creating a peaceful atmosphere. You could feel your own eyelids growing heavy, your body relaxing as you watched over your sleeping daughter.

Her little face was so peaceful and content, her expression soft and free of worry. Her little chest rose and fell with each breath, her soft, golden locks framing her delicate features. You couldn't help but smile, feeling so much love and protectiveness for this little girl who was now almost sound asleep in your arms. “Good night, my little girl.” You kiss her cheeks.

You laid there for a moment, just holding her, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. Every now and then, a tiny sigh would escape her lips, and her little limbs would twitch slightly, but otherwise she remained completely still. You could hear the faint sound of water running in the bathroom, signifying that Ghost was still in the shower.

You gently poked Freya's cheek. She was completely asleep. You quietly left the bed and went to the bathroom. You opened the door and saw your naked husband drying himself after taking a shower. You take off your clothes completely naked. You wrapped your arms around him. Slowly your left hand slipped down to his down part jerking off his hot dick and whispered. “Do you want it before bed?”

Ghost's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly appeared behind him, completely naked. His body shivered as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. He felt your hand slowly traveling down his body, and he couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you begin to touch him, your touch soft and teasing. He looked back at you, his expression a mix of surprise and excitement. “Oh, love. You're insatiable.”

Ghost turned around, his expression intense as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only served to heighten his desire. “We have a little one asleep in the next room.”

“You were out on a mission with 141 for two weeks, and we didn't do it during that time. I had my needs. Don't you want to do it now?”

Ghost couldn't deny the truth in your words. It had been two long weeks since he had been away on a mission with Task Force 141. The absence of any intimate physical affection had left him feeling desperate and needy. He looked at you, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. “Of course I want it. I craved your touch every moment I was away.”

He pulled you even closer, his body pressed tightly against yours. He could feel the heat of your skin against his, and the way your breath hitched as he touched you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against your skin, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered again. “But we have to be quiet, love. We don't want to disturb little Freya in the next room.”

“Then shut my mouth, Lieutenant Ghost.” You kissed his bare skin and touched it to tease him.

Ghost's eyes darkened at your request, a thrill of excitement running down his spine as he looked down at you. He didn't need to be told twice. He cupped your face in his hand, tilting your head back as his lips descended upon yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His other hand pressed itself against your back, pulling you flush against his body as he let his tongue invade your mouth.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with eagerness and desire. He could feel the heat of your body against his, the way your breath hitched with every touch he gave you, and it drove him wild. He pushes you up against the wall, pinning you in place, his body pressed intimately against yours. And his lips never leave yours as he continues to kiss you, his lips moving forcefully and eagerly against yours, his need for you overwhelming.

He pressed his body against yours, his hardness pressing against your stomach. He groaned into your mouth, the sound filled with need and desire. His hands roam over your body, touching you anywhere and everywhere he could reach, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your body. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, nipping and biting at your skin as he whispers huskily in your ear. “I missed you so much, love.”

“Oh—fuck—I missed you more—“

Ghost's lips move along the line of your neck, his tongue tracing a path to your collarbone, where he nips at the sensitive skin with his teeth. He whispers hoarsely, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. “I don't think that's possible, love. I was counting the hours until I could be with you again.”

You feel he’s sucks hard on a patch of skin at the base of your neck, his intent on marking you as his own. “Fuck—ah—you—still want to compete—with me—”

Ghost chuckles against your skin, his lips moving to another spot, where he repeats the same action, leaving another mark on your body. “Always, love. I always want to compete with you, and I always want to win.”

He starts to move down your body, his lips leaving a trail of biting kisses along your collarbone, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts. “Damn—ah—you—“

Ghost chuckles again at your curse, the sound muffled against your skin as he continues his exploration of your body. He teases, his mouth moving lower still, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts. “Language, love.”

His hands grip your sides, holding you in place as he continues to kiss and nibble at your flesh, his touch growing more urgent and possessive. Ghost's hands move down to your thighs, his fingers spreading them apart, as his kisses move lower. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, as he slowly trails his lips along your inner thigh, his mouth hovering just above where you want him most.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, as he slowly trails his lips along your inner thigh, his mouth hovering just above where you want him most. His breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel the tension coiled in his body like a tightly wound spring. He whispers, his voice low and rough. “I've been thinking about this since I left. I can't wait to taste you, love.”

Ghost grins, his lips ghosting over your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicking out to taste your skin. He can feel the way you shiver, how your body responds to his touch, and it only encourages him to tease you further. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping you tightly as he moves closer to your core. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

“Fuck—ah—Fuck me now, I can't wait—“

Ghost's eyes darken with desire at your plea, his body responding to your neediness. He looks up at you, his expression hungry, before he rises to his feet. He grabs your hips, turning you around to face the wall. He pushes your body against the wall, pinning you in place as he presses himself tightly against your back. His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts, and his mouth moves to your ear. “Are you ready for me, oh my lovely wife?”

“Yes—ah—“ You moan softly.

Ghost's hands move down your body, his fingers trailing over your skin, as he positions himself behind you. He leans over your body, his chest and stomach pressed firmly against your back. He presses his hardness against your core, his body quivering with anticipation, as he grips your hips tightly. Ghost's breath catches in his throat at your words, his body responding to your eagerness. He lines himself up with your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

His words send a shiver down your spine, your anticipation growing even more intense. You take a deep breath, feeling his hands on your hips, as he starts to push into you slowly and gently. You breathe out, unable to stop the words from escaping your lips. “Ah—Ghost—“

Ghost shudders at the sound of his name on your lips, his body trembling with desire. His mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder blade. He begins to move, his hips rocking gently against yours as he pushes further into you. He whispers, his voice ragged and rough. “You feel so good, love.”

Ghost's body presses against your back, his movements growing more urgent and desperate. His words almost lost in the sound of your combined gasps and moans. He pushes into you harder, his fingers digging into your hips as he struggles to control himself. His movements become rougher, more demanding, as if he's trying to make up for the time he was gone.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath coming in short gasps as you cling onto him for support. He leans in, his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear.

“Yes—yes!—“ You gasp out, your body trembling with pleasure. You manage to say, barely coherent as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You plead, your words half-gasps and half-whimpers.

“I won't stop—not until you come apart for me—“ He whispers and his hot breath on your bare skins.

You gasp, your words a desperate plea. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and buzzing with pleasure. You manage to say. “Don't hold back—I want all of you, Ghost.”

“I—I can't—“ He gasps again, his body on the edge.

“You make me-I-“ His words are lost as he finally comes undone, his body shuddering as Waves of pleasure washes over him. He holds onto you tightly, his breath ragged and uneven as he tries to catch his breath. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles quivering with exertion.

He breathes, his voice soft and tender. “Ha—Damn it—I love you, love. So fucking love you.”

“Ha—I love you too—“ You feel Ghost collapses against you, his body spent and boneless, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him, as he tries to catch his breath.

He whispers, his voice filled with affection and admiration. “You're incredible, love. I don't know how I survived two weeks without you.”

“Hahaha. Let's clean it up. Today Freya sleeps with us, I don't want she wake up and not find us.”

Ghost chuckles, his breath still a little ragged. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment, before he pulls away reluctantly. “Fair enough. Let's go take a quick shower, then we can check on Freya.”

As you and Ghost make your way to the shower, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment and peace settling over you. The water cascading over your bodies is warm and soothing. You wash each other off, your touch tender and gentle. Ghost's hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and caring. He washes your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers, as he presses soft kisses to your neck.

You return the favor, your own hands gliding over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, and the scars that mar his body. You wash away the stress and tension that had been building up for the past two weeks, replaced by a deep sense of comfort and intimacy. Ghost pulls you close, his body pressed against yours, as he whispers words of love and reassurance into your ear.

By the time you finish washing up, the steam in the bathroom is thick and hazy. You and Ghost step out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in towels, as you make your way to the bedroom.

As you enter the room, you can see that Freya is still asleep, her small body curled up under the covers. “Huff. Lucky our noises didn’t wake her up.”

Ghost smiles, his gaze shifting to the sleeping child. He crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed, his knees touching the mattress. “Yeah, she's a heavy sleeper. You go get dressed, love. I'll keep an eye on her.”

“Alright. You can sleep first. You haven't slept with her for two weeks. Both of you must be miss each other.”

Ghost's expression softens at your words. He looks down at the sleeping child beside him, a mixture of affection and guilt crossing his face. He admits, his voice low. “I missed her so much.”

He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her forehead, his touch tender and gentle. he adds, looking up at you with a soft smile. “But I missed you too. More than I thought I would.”

“Hehehe. Get your sexy body lying down and stay with her. I'll get dressed and come join with you two.”

Ghost nods, giving you a small smile. He crawls into the bed, pulling the covers over him as he settles in beside Freya. She shifts a little in her sleep, her small body seeking the warmth and comfort of her father. Ghost wraps his arm around her, his hand resting gently on her back as he watches her sleep.

You head into the bathroom, quickly drying off and getting dressed. When you return to the bedroom, you find Ghost and Freya asleep. Ghost is on his back, his arm still draped over Freya, who is snuggled up against his side. They look peaceful and content, their faces relaxed in sleep. “Hehehe. This father and daughter are so cute.”

Ghost's head is turned towards Freya, his face softened in sleep. You can hear the steady sound of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest as he keeps his arm wrapped protectively around her. Freya is cuddled up against him, her small body pressed against his side.

You walk over and stand beside the bed, a soft smile on your face as you watch the sleeping pair. “Guess tonight my little girl sleeps in the middle huh. What a cutie pie.”

You climb into bed, slipping in carefully on the other side of Ghost, trying not to disturb the sleeping pair. Ghost stirs a little at your movement, but he doesn't wake up. Instead, he shifts a little, pulling you closer to him, his arm draping over your body as he settles back into his sleep. Freya is sandwiched between you and Ghost, her small body nestled in the middle, as she continues to sleep peacefully.

You smile as you feel the weight of Ghost's arm around you, his touch a familiar and comforting presence even in sleep. As you lie there, watching the sleeping pair, you realize that this moment of peace and contentment is exactly what you need. The stress and tension of the past few weeks fade away, replaced by a sense of safety and contentment. You close your eyes, feeling the warm presence of Ghost behind you, and the sweet breath of Freya against your chest.

“Good night. My love, my little Freya.”

The End 🖤♥️

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Juno is related to marriages, partnerships, etc. The sign in which Juno is in the birth chart shows the type of person we are attracted to.

🪩Juno in Aries: Your ideal partner is energetic, active, enterprising and ambitious. But you can be aggressive, dominant or impulsive. Aries' competitiveness can cause confrontations in the relationship. You should look for someone who can keep it up with Aries fiery energy, as well as someone with a sense of adventure.

🪩Juno in Taurus: You need a partner who provides stability and security. Someone who is patient, faithful and trustworthy. Taurus is extremely loyal and expects their other half to be as well. Problems may arise related to attachment, possessiveness both materially and with respect to the partner.

🪩Juno in Gemini: You are attracted to an intelligent and witty partner, versatile and dynamic. Verbal communication is essential in the relationship. Gemini is a curious sign that tends to get bored with the monotony of life; It is necessary to find someone who can keep it up with your energy. There may be ups and downs or promises that are not kept sometimes due to the transformative nature of Gemini and their sudden changes.

🪩Juno in Cancer: You need a sensitive and protective partner who will cover your emotional needs. There may be emotional manipulation at times, due to Cancer's need to connect in deep ways with their other half. Family and home become very important.

🪩Juno in Leo: Your ideal partner is very creative, affectionate and self-confident. But Leo can also be dramatic, self-centered or immature, which can lead to problems due to pride or dignity issues. You should seek harmony and learn to listen to the other side.

🪩Juno in Virgo: The ideal relationship is one in which both share the same work interests and future plans; someone who seeks to grow and expand with them. With an analytical, detailed, efficient and hard-working partner. Virgo can be very critical and perfectionist at times.

🪩Juno in Libra: Looking for a long-lasting relationship based on commitment, respect and equality. Their ideal partner is sociable, fair, diplomatic and objective. They have a sense of harmony and aesthetics, they appreciate the beauty in their surroundings and expect their partner to do the same.

🪩Juno in Scorpio: Needs a passionate partner and if it is somewhat mysterious, even better. Sexually active and intense relationship. There is total commitment but problems of jealousy or possessiveness may arise. Scorpio can be very vengeful if they feel frustrated, they dont like mind games or their time being wasted.

🪩Juno in Sagittarius: The partner is probably a foreigner, or from different roots and cultures. Juno in this position seeks a relationship based on truth and sincerity. The search for answers motivates them and feeds the relationship. Someone talkative with an expansive minda that is not afraid of doing spontaneous plans, is a perfect match.

🪩Juno in Capricorn: Needs a practical, organized, responsible partner with a good social status. Although she may be cold, calculating or somewhat demanding. There are not many displays of affection or emotion in the relationship, but there is great loyalty and displays of love in her actions towards the other.

🪩Juno in Aquarius: The ideal partner is independent and detached, and respects her need for freedom. It is attracted to an original person, whether a genius or a madman, but one who is unusual. Juno in Aquarius seeks a relationship where both have their time and space.

🪩Juno in Pisces: May idealize their partner or find it difficult to open their eyes in some sense. Pisces is compassionate and knows how to forgive, but is extremely sensitive and emotional. There must be some spiritual connection with the partner.

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slaymitchabernathy · 5 months ago

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Older & Wiser

| "...you're so much older and wiser and I, I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait..." |

Growing up, Soarynn heard lots of advice when it came to dating men.

Don’t date anyone who comes from a different financial background than you do. Upper class married the upper class, middle class married the middle class, and lower class married the lower class.

Those things don’t mix.

She was also told to wait until marriage. A good Capitol girl saves herself for marriage so that her husband knows that she’s pure, untouched by anyone but him.

Plus, it eliminates the fear of an unwanted pregnancy.

And although it was never directly stated, she knew that girls her age should stay far away from older men who were far too busy and important for girls like her.

But no one ever mentioned Coriolanus Snow.

It’s a damn shame that he’s thirty because he could easily pass for twenty-five. He’s so effortlessly charming, always knowing just what to say and working the room. He’s overly successful, rich beyond reason, devilishly handsome, and best of all, he’s obsessed with Soarynn.

They met one night at a silent auction. She had been dragged along by her good friend Livia Cardew who was looking for both a new piece of art and a potential husband.

She found the second one, Festus Creed, and left Soarynn to wander around the art gallery once the auction came to a close. She had been admiring a certain piece when Coriolanus came up to introduce himself.

However, a man like him needs no introduction, especially after placing the highest bid of the night. Still, she let him charm her, compliment her, and share a little bit about himself. By the time she had to leave, he had arranged for her to be picked up and taken to dinner at the end of the week.

Soarynn had been giddy with excitement, she never really dated while attending school so she didn't know what to expect but he surpassed every one of her expectations. They had dinner in a private room, lit by candlelight. The service was impeccable, Soarynn felt as if she were eating dinner with the President himself.

She learned a bit more about Coriolanus and the type of man he was, the type of man to crave dominance and control. She also learned that he had yet to marry because he hadn't found the right woman yet and was in no rush to settle down.

Despite hearing that, Soarynn held onto the hopes that she might be the one, the future Mrs. Snow.

Even now, waking up in his large bed alone, she hopes that one day he'll see that she's the one.

Coriolanus often rises before the sun, showering and getting ready for work which leaves Soarynn to wake up alone in his large penthouse apartment. The first time she woke up alone she had felt so...out of place. His penthouse is opulent, filled with tasteful furniture and expensive artwork. Everything about him screams how important he is.

But the household staff didn't bat an eye when she stumbled out of his bedroom in nothing but a borrowed button-up shirt from his closet the first time she slept over.

Now she's more than used to being here by herself, he even gave her a key! Soarynn just knows that it's a step in the right direction, that it shows how much he trusts her. She certainly trusts him, after all, she let him take her virginity.

He had been so sweet the first time, so patient and gentle, making it a magical experience for Soarynn. They often partake in rougher more passionate sex since she's more experienced and Coriolanus Snow is an excellent lover in the bedroom, always bringing her to a delicious orgasm without even trying.

Soarynn wakes up sore every morning in this apartment, covered in love bites in places that only he can see. Coriolanus is terribly possessive over everything he owns and Soarynn believes that he views her the same way, clear property of Coriolanus Snow and she's not mad about it.

It's her close friends who question his motives. They bring it up all the time how she should be cautious with an older man like him. "A man like Coriolanus Snow wants one thing and one thing only," Livia had told Soarynn one night at dinner, "I just don't want you to get hurt Soarynn."

But Soarynn had assured Livia that she knew what she was doing, Coriolanus would never hurt her.

She rolls over to face his empty side of the bed and smiles when she sees that a bouquet of roses has been left for her along with a little card. She takes the card and opens it, reading what he scribbled on the paper.

Buy yourself something pretty, darling. - Coriolanus

Soarynn can't help but squeal and kick her feet in excitement. He loves to spoil her. New shoes, new bags, new jewelry, new clothes and all on his card. Not that Soarynn can't afford these things on her own, but she's not going to be an idiot and decline such gifts.

Soarynn eventually pulls herself out of bed and goes into the bathroom, skimming her fingers on the marble countertops, imagining a life where she lives here all the time and has a vanity of her own. She does have a very small section of his closet filled with clothes she's left or purchased over the past few months.

She chooses a white dress, with a flattering neckline, short enough to drive him mad, and very flattering on her figure. She pairs the dress with red heels to give her outfit a pop of color along with gold jewelry. She puts on the necklace he gave to her just last week with a golden rose pendant hanging on the delicate chain.

Soarynn still doesn't have a lot of makeup in his bathroom, just a few toiletries and hair products so she'll buy some things today. She brushes through her long blonde hair, remembering how his fingers felt pulling on it last night. Soarynn sighs at her reflection, her life is so perfect, he is so perfect.

All she needs is a ring on her finger.

꧁ ꧂

"Ms. Nightingale, there's a phone call for you."

Soarynn looks up from the sofa she's sitting on, wearing only one shoe since she was about to try on another one with the help of the saleswoman. "Oh, alright, I'll be right back," she says, flashing the saleswoman an apologetic smile. She follows the other employee, a salesman to the back of the store where the phone is waiting for her to answer in the back hallway.

She brings the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Darling, it's Coriolanus."

Her lips curl up into a smile the second she hears his deep voice along with the pet name he gave to her, "How did you know where to find me?" She asks him, amazed at his ability to always know of her whereabouts. She rarely ever knows where he is but it seems that he prefers for things to be that way.

"I knew you'd turn up here eventually," he tells her, sounding prideful, "and I wanted to make sure that you were actually spending my money the proper way."

Soarynn giggles, twirling the phone cord around her index finger, "I am," she promises sweetly, "I was trying on shoes before you called."

"What color?"

Soarynn bites her lip before answering, "Blue."

There's a pause and she worries he might not approve, Coriolanus has a good sense of fashion and she's always trying to get his approval.

"Good, they'll bring out your eyes," he finally says and she sighs in relief. "Yes, I thought so too, are you still at work?"

Rarely does Coriolanus ever tell Soarynn about what his day entails, if he wants to see her, he calls her and she comes running. Their roles have never been reversed but once again, he prefers it that way. And she's not one to complain, Coriolanus is a very busy and very important man, she's lucky he can see her as often as he does.

"I am, although I might be at the office later than I normally am. Last minute meeting," he says as if that explains everything. Soarynn's smile turns into a frown, she was hoping to see him tonight, to spend the evening with Coriolanus wrapped in his strong arms.

"Oh," is all she says, her voice quieter than before.

"You should have dinner with some of your little friends, my treat darling."

Well, that's sweet of him. Soarynn leans against the wall and toes the ground, "You're so good to me," she tells him, knowing how much Coriolanus likes having his ego stroked, "I truly don't deserve your generosity."

The low chuckle that comes from her lover is all Soarynn needs to hear to know that she said the right thing, "Spend the night and you'll wake up next to me in the morning," he promises before she hears voices in the background, "I have to go, darling, I'll see you later."

"Goodbye," Soarynn whispers just as he hangs up the phone.

She wonders if he'd go into more detail if they were married, or engaged, or courting.

While they spend lots of time together with and without clothes on, nothing official has ever come of it and it's slowly beginning to eat away at Soarynn's heart.

She just has to act like it isn't.

꧁ ꧂

"Festus is being so annoying," Livia whines over dinner that night, "he won't stop pestering me about meeting his parents. We just started seeing each other!"

The bitter, jealous part of Soarynn wants to snap at Livia and remind her friend that she should be grateful that she actually has someone to call her own, unlike Soarynn.

But she bites her tongue and diligently nods to her friend's complaints, "That's so terrible Liv," Soarynn says, placing a sympathetic hand on top of Livia's, "he should respect your space and needs." Soarynn would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't want to be in Livia's shoes.

Livia is adored so publically, so openly by Festus who happens to be a good friend of Coriolanus. Soarynn wonders if Festus might pass along a hint for her, telling Coriolanus to hurry up and make her his.

People know that Coriolanus and Soarynn are friendly, that they spend a lot of time together but they're not courting so it doesn't even count. A bottle of champagne is brought over to their table by the waiter, "Oh, we didn't order that," Livia tells the man who politely shakes his head. "Compliments of Mr. Snow," he explains.

All the girls gasp at the sweet gesture, especially Soarynn because this must mean something. If he's sending her champagne then he must feel bad about working late tonight, which means that he's thinking about her.

"How sweet," she finally says, accepting the bottle, "he's always been so thoughtful."

"Has he mentioned courting you yet?" Clemensia asks from across the table, causing Soarynn to shake her head. "Not yet," she answers, "but it's coming soon, I just know it."

꧁ ꧂

Exhausted from a day of shopping and dinner, Soarynn is fast asleep in her lover's bed when he curls up behind her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. Soarynn sighs and Coriolanus groans, hooking his chin over her bare shoulder, "How was dinner with the girls?"

Soarynn keeps her eyes shut, enjoying how his skin feels against hers, "It was good, the champagne was so sweet." Coriolanus shifts behind her and she can feel his bare chest pressing on her bare back, he always craves physical touch the most at night.

"My secretary suggested it," he mumbles, his voice growing deeper as he falls asleep, causing her heart to shatter into a million pieces. She thought that he was the one who sent the champagne, who thought of the sweet gesture. Not his secretary.

Soarynn feels her mood souring even more than before. She was already upset that she didn’t get to see him all day but this champagne is the last fucking straw.

Soarynn needs someone to appreciate her, to care about her, genuinely care about her.

She just wanted it to be him.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn wakes up in a rotten mood.

The bed is empty. Again. But she can hear some sizzling in the kitchen. It’s Saturday which means the penthouse is empty, no staff on the weekends. Normally, Soarynn looks forward to these two sacred days. She gets Coriolanus all to herself since he doesn’t have to go to work. They run errands, go to the zoo, catch a movie, and end it all with dinner.

Not today though.

If he doesn’t see anything wrong with the amount of effort that he’s putting into this, then Soarynn is going to take it as an invitation to give Coriolanus Snow a taste of his own medicine.

At nineteen years of age, Soarynn considers herself to be a very mature young lady. Constantly complimented on how she carries herself, why, anyone on the street who laid eyes upon her would surely say that she’s at least twenty-one.

She knows how Coriolanus sees her. Sweet, adorable, submissive.

Harmless.

He likes her this way, likes carting her around on his arm, dipping into her fountain of youth. Soarynn sits up, pulling the covers up to her bare chest, and frowns, perhaps that’s why he’s kept her around for as long as he has. Perhaps she makes him feel younger, feel like he’s a young man again.

He certainly looks younger than thirty but still, he’s getting up there in age. Soarynn hasn’t even reached twenty and she already feels old, as if she’s outgrown her skin and her body. But Coriolanus might view her as a vice, something to remind him that he still has that famous Snow charm.

She glances over at the doors where she left all her shopping bags from yesterday, too tired to properly unpack them. She could stay for breakfast, let him dictate their day. Or, she could leave, leaving him dumbfounded.

Soarynn goes with the second option, quickly getting out of bed so she can dress herself. She doesn’t plan on coming back here for a long time, not until he comes crawling back that is. Soarynn knows Coriolanus well enough to know that he craves control and if he loses her, then he loses control.

Which is very unfortunate for him.

Pleased with her scheme, Soarynn goes out into the hallway, purse in hand, shoes on feet, and a determined look on her bare face.

“Darling?”

His deep morning voice catches her completely off guard. She freezes in her tracks, slowly turning around to face a shirtless Coriolanus. He looks so good right now, wearing some pajama pants with a plate in his hand. Whatever he made for them smells delicious and he looks delicious.

Maybe she could stay for breakfast.

No! She had to stay strong!

Coriolanus has a certain gravitational pull on people, drawing them in and keeping them right where he wants them to be, including her. It’s going to take a lot of effort to get out of his orbit.

“I…I can’t stay for breakfast,” she says, fidgeting with her purse. Coriolanus purses his lips, looking her up and down, “Why not? I made omelets.”

Coriolanus is an excellent cook even though he hires one, only showing off his skills to Soarynn. On Saturday nights he’ll pour them both a glass of wine and have her sit on the counter while he sautés a delicious meal. She’ll wear one of his button-up shirts, swinging her feet off the edge of the counter while she watches him.

Soft music will play in the background and he’ll have her taste test everything, laughing when he gets some sauce on her chin. Which will give him the perfect excuse to lean down, wiping it off before kissing her.

It’s a perfectly domestic thing to do with someone you don’t even consider courting and Soarynn feels a terrible chill run down her spine.

“I have to go,” she says softly, “there’s um, there’s an emergency.”

She could always tell him the truth, but when has that ever worked?

Besides, the terrible part of her still wants him to want her. So as a precaution, she’ll remain on his good side. A little distance will do them some good, even if he doesn’t know that’s what this is.

He looks concerned, worried for her well-being, and walks towards her, only stopping when he’s inches away from her and she can smell the omelet and the smell of roses.

It’s always been roses with Coriolanus.

“Is everything alright? Do you need me to do anything? Call you a car?”

He’s so sweet and caring even when she lies to him. Maybe she’s the one who doesn’t deserve him instead of it being the other way around.

Soarynn shakes her head, faking a smile, “No, no you don’t have to do anything. I just have to go alright?”

He seems disappointed that they won’t get to spend their morning together but he doesn’t push her. “Alright,” he mumbles, “call me when everything’s sorted then.”

Soarynn hums and presses herself on her toes to kiss him, short and sweet but she savors it all the same.

She doesn’t give him a chance to deepen it, pulling away as fast as she leaned in so she can leave. Soarynn closes the doors to his penthouse behind him, that terrible feeling still very persistent.

She hopes that he’ll pick up the pieces, put them together, and realize that she’s the one for him. Or he won’t and he’ll find some other girl to swoon and lead on.

She might have left the key he gave her in his room, but he still has the key to her heart.

꧁ ꧂

Three weeks pass by without a word from Coriolanus.

Well, he hasn’t come up and spoken to her in person that is. Soarynn has missed phone calls on her answering machine, unopened gifts that sit by her front door, and wilting roses that stand in a vase on her kitchen counter.

She’s been holding out on him, hoping, praying that this distance will remind him that she’s the one for him. He leaves notes with the gifts but they’re not confessions of love, just requests or possibly demands, all telling her to call him or come to his penthouse.

But Soarynn is done being at his beck and call, tired of being dragged around on an invisible leash.

She is Soarynn fucking Nightingale and she’s finally starting to act like it.

The sun is finally setting on the Capitol skyline and she’s forgotten how great of a view she has of it from her apartment. For a while, she was merely a visitor in her own home, coming and going whenever she needed something and then running right back to his place.

Not anymore.

Dressed merely in one of her many silk nightgowns, Soarynn prepares for a night in. She bought some chocolate and strawberries today at the store, planning on making her favorite dessert so she could snack while watching some television before going to bed.

A knock at her door pulls her out of the blissful bubble she’s been in the past few weeks and she walks towards her entryway. She mentally prepares to greet the gentleman who sits at the front desk in the lobby, responsible for delivering packages to the residents of the building. Or in recent weeks, gifts from Coriolanus that are addressed to Soarynn.

She’s sure this man is sick of her and her deliveries. She went from never coming home to the most popular person in the building in a matter of days.

She should really start tipping him.

Soarynn pops a strawberry into her mouth and unlocks the door, pulling it open and the fruit almost falls out of her mouth when she sees him.

Coriolanus Snow.

He looks furious. She’s been dodging his calls and ignoring him so he has every right to be but it’s something to see him standing her at her doorstep.

He’s never been to her apartment before. Never saw the need to.

And now here he is.

Soarynn doesn’t even know what to say, not with a strawberry in her mouth so she turns on her heel and walks back down the hallway, leaving it to him to either follow her or leave.

He follows her. Slamming the door behind him.

“So you’ve gotten my gifts and oh look, your phone looks just fine. I was starting to think that you fled the Capitol until I saw you earlier today on my lunch break, giggling with your friends as my car drove past you.”

Soarynn rolls her eyes, still chewing, men are so dramatic, and Coriolanus, although he won’t ever admit it, is always desperate for validation. Without her, she wonders who’s been stroking that big ego of his.

“Soarynn, look at me.”

She finally swallows down the berry and turns to face her lover, feeling simultaneously caught and commended for the efforts she’s gone through to get her point across.

You can be the most successful man in the world but without a woman by your side, you’re just another man.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" Coriolanus asks, looking confused while dressed in an expensive-looking suit, "You've been dodging my calls and tonight was the company gala, the gala that you promised to attend with me."

Oops. She forgot all about the gala.

"I thought you'd find someone else to take," she squeaks, watching the veins in his throat bulge. "Well I didn't," he hisses, stalking towards her, and for the first time ever, Soarynn realizes how big Coriolanus is, how strong and powerful he is. He could easily snap her neck, throw her against the wall, take her against her will. He won't, but he could.

"I looked like a fool," he continues, only a foot away from her now, "standing there without a date, being showered with pitying looks from everyone else. I had hoped that you'd come to your senses by now but you clearly haven't so tell me Soarynn, why are you so hellbent on ruining my reputation?"

Soarynn's jaw nearly falls open. He's not even here because he cares, he's here because his reputation is at stake. She resists the urge to slap him right across the face, even though he'd be quite deserving of it.

"Why won't you court me?" She finally asks, letting the question she's been thinking for months finally tumble from her lips. For so long she's held off on asking, held off on asking why she's never met his parents, or why he can call her every name in the book during sex but not in public.

Soarynn tries to be a patient person but her heart cannot say the same.

He looks shocked by her question, not expecting her to ask such a thing. A good Capitol girl never asks a man that, she waits by his side, waits for him to be ready to commit.

"I mean, you do everything else," she says exasperatedly, "you buy me things, send me flowers, kiss me, fuck me, and I do everything for you! I wait for you at your apartment, I listen to you talk about your day at work, I spend hours in bed with you. I just don't understand how difficult it is to court me, you're a grown man Coriolanus, you should be married by now, with children but you're not. And if you plan on being single for the rest of your life then that's fine but stop dragging me along with you."

They both stand in silence. Soarynn can't believe that she actually said that but at the same time, she's glad that she did. It's been too heavy of a burden for her to carry around any longer.

Coriolanus presses his lips into a thin line, composing himself after a moment of weakness, "Have you ever thought that maybe I don't see myself courting you? That I haven't taken this as seriously as you've wanted me to take it because I don't ever intend to?"

It's like he just ripped her heart out of her chest and tore it apart in front of her.

Soarynn feels the tears pooling in her eyes, unable to stop them from coming. This isn't how she planned for this to go, she thought he'd beg for her to come back and confess his feelings but instead, he's shot her down.

She sniffles as a tear rolls down her cheek, "Never mind then," she whispers, turning to flee the scene. She hears him calling out to her but Soarynn is already blinded by her tears and her heartbreak. She stumbles into her bedroom and runs past her bed into the bathroom where she can have a proper breakdown in peace.

She's been taking a lot of baths lately, reminiscing about the times when she'd take them with Coriolanus. Not anymore, she'll never think about him again after this. All those kisses, those smiles, those words. All fake.

How could she be so stupid?

She gave him everything. Her trust, her love, her virginity.

The gravity of what she's done hits her all at once and she sinks into the tub, curling up into a ball while she sobs. He's probably left already, perplexed by her strange behavior and tears. Soarynn has always remained cool, calm, and collected around Coriolanus, never whining or complaining. Not anymore.

She's so busy feeling sorry for herself that she doesn't even hear the tall, broad man pad into the bathroom, not until she feels his cold hand on her shoulder. Soarynn cracks her eyes open, gazing up at Coriolanus, somewhat surprised that he actually came after her.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," he tells her gently, crouching down by the tub, "you know that I care about you darling, but it's all...it's all so complicated. You wouldn't understand."

Those three words are enough to give Soarynn a second wind. She pushes herself to sit up and glares at the older man, wondering where he finds the audacity to say these things to her.

"Then explain it to me," she snaps, "because I'm not an idiot, I'm smart, I'm important, I am of value. I've given you everything Coriolanus, my trust, my love, my, my virginity," her voice breaks on the last word. She's ashamed all over again, she's been so foolish with him, so blindly trusting.

His brows crease and his hand remains on her shoulder, she hopes he doesn't remove it.

"Soarynn, you're so young, so beautiful and kind, it wouldn't be fair to chain you to me. I'm not always as kind as I am when I'm with you, not always as understanding. That side of me is reserved only for you but I can't guarantee that version of myself to my future wife, she'll have to deal with all sides of me, the good, the bad, and the ugly."

She sniffles, wiping away her tears in an attempt to look more presentable, "I don't mind," she mumbles and he sighs, "truly, I don't. I can handle it, I can be your wife Coriolanus, I can be Mrs. Snow. I won't let you down or embarrass you, I'll be so good, so devoted to you."

They both fall silent again but this time, she dares to reach out to him, cupping his face with her hand and he leans into her touch, "Who else decodes you like me?" She whispers, "You don't let anyone else see you like this but me, think about it, you've already got one foot in the door. Think about how easy it would be to just get married."

She can see him contemplating her argument, a desperate one but she's also desperate. Soarynn thought some time apart would remind him of what he took for granted but it also reminded her about how much she missed him. She's missed his smile, his laugh, the way he smells after they have sex.

Although he tries to remain cold and closed off, she can see right through his facade, she knows him too well to his chagrin and when he finally looks into her teary eyes, she knows that he's decided on an answer.

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꧁ Five Months Later ꧂

Soarynn sits in the finest nail salon in the Capitol, known for its impeccable service and treatment towards its clients.

With a fresh manicure and pedicure, she feels on top of the world, like a new woman. "What color did you get for your nails again?" Livia asks from the chair next to her. Soarynn lifts her left hand in the air for her friend to see her freshly painted nails, a light pink color, it's practically her signature. She admires her nails and more importantly, the way the sunlight causes her new engagement ring to shine and sparkle.

Soarynn would never consider herself spoiled, but she's used to getting what she wants.

Including a husband.

It didn't take much to convince Coriolanus that she was the one for him. After breaking down in her bathtub and telling him that she would be the perfect wife for him, she knew he'd make a move. He spent the night at her apartment, claiming that he didn't want to leave her alone in her moment of distress and they ended up without their clothes on, making up for lost time.

The next day they had officially made up and Coriolanus officially asked to court her. He told her that they'd tell everyone that they'd been courting for much longer but in secret. Turns out he was eager to make her his wife now that the idea was planted in his head, more eager than she was. He proposed a mere two weeks ago, getting down on one knee and shocking her with a gorgeous engagement ring.

The diamond is huge, and Soarynn loves looking at it, envisioning their wedding and what's to come shortly after. Children, pets, the whole nine yards. They're already decided on a date, next January since the Snows apparently only marry in the winter. Something about family traditions.

"I still can't believe you're engaged," Livia says with a shake of her head, "I mean, I suspected something between you two but still, it all happened so soon." Soarynn smiles, lots of people were surprised but she wasn't, she's been planning on becoming Mrs. Snow for a long time.

"When you know, you know," she replies.

She just knew from very beginning.

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When Soarynn finally gets home from another day of shopping, she finds that her fiance has busied himself in the kitchen rather than his study. An odd change of scenery for Coriolanus who’s always holed up in his study if he’s at home.

He’s chopping away at some vegetables on a cutting board, so focused on the task at hand that he doesn’t even notice she’s back until the timer on the oven beeps, snapping him back into the present.

He looks over at her and grins, “Darling, when did you get back?”

Soarynn remains in the doorway to the large kitchen, content with watching him cook, “Just now,” she answers, leaning on the frame, “is the cook not here?” He shakes his head, scraping the chopped vegetables into a large bowl, “I sent her home early, I sent everyone home early.”

Soarynn frowns, wondering if something happened while she was gone. She’s already moved in with him, selling her apartment but once they’re married, she’ll be in charge of managing the household staff.

Until then, Coriolanus is still in charge.

“Why?” She inquires, stepping into the kitchen and setting her purse down on the counter, “Did something happen?”

His smile only grows bigger as he goes to open the oven, a heavenly aroma quick spreads throughout the room and Soarynn suddenly feels very hungry. “No, nothing happened. I just wanted it to be you and me tonight.”

It’s Thursday which usually means Coriolanus coming home right in time for dinner and wanting to go straight to bed. But he’s already home, and cooking. Something must be going on, he must be cooking up something else besides dinner at the moment. She knows him too well.

“Is there a particular reason for that?” She asks sweetly, appreciating the gesture but questioning the intent behind it. Nothing comes without a price, nothing at all. Soarynn would know that better than anyone.

The ring on her finger is the perfect example. Only given to her once she bared her soul to Coriolanus and somewhat embarrassed herself by crying in front of him.

And he’s far too clever to come home early for no good reason, Coriolanus loves to play games, loves a good riddle, a good challenge.

Soarynn has never been too fond of games.

Coriolanus sets the pan down on the stove to cool off, allowing her to admire how handsome he looks from behind, his white dress shirt still tucked into his pants. She can see that his curls have broken loose from the gel he slicks them back with every morning.

“I have a gift for you.”

Well now her interest is piqued. He turns around and laughs at her expression, eager to see what he got her, “Oh, now you’re excited that I’m home early,” he teases, “well you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

Soarynn pouts, already knowing that it’s pointless. Coriolanus is a simple man who likes to complete one task at a time. He won’t move to her gift until they’ve eaten dinner and he’s washed all the dishes. Which is very annoying for her and very amusing for him.

Even engaged he still likes to pull her around on a leash.

So she doesn’t fight it. She asks him about his day, lets him feed her pieces of food while he continues cooking until the entire meal comes together. They eat in the dining room, a huge room with an even bigger table for just the two of them. Coriolanus sits at the head of the table, of course, and Soarynn sits to his left.

“I was thinking about the wedding,” she says between bites of chicken, “we should really try to limit the guest list or we’ll be stuck greeting everyone all night at the reception instead of enjoying each other.”

Coriolanus sips his wine which is a shocking choice of beverage for a man who loves whiskey or bourbon. A small smile grows across his lips like he knows something she doesn’t. He probably does considering how much older and wiser he is.

“Darling, the guests will come to us,” he tells her, placing his hand on top of hers, “there will be no running around the greet the guests. We’ll sit down at our table and enjoy our dinner,” he gestures to their current situation to use as an example.

Soarynn feels a little silly now, of course, people will come up to them and not the other way around. But she’s never been to a wedding before, too young and none of her friends have even gotten engaged yet.

She’s the first.

At least she doesn’t have to worry about losing her virginity. They crossed that bridge months ago.

"Oh," is all she says, her cheeks burning with a little bit of embarrassment, "well, I think I found my dress today." Changing the subject is an easy way to avoid any criticism from Coriolanus who often expects her to act twice her age while still remaining the youthful, wide-eyed girl he met forever ago.

His eyebrows shoot up, he knows how stressed she's been about finding the perfect wedding dress. It has to be something distinguished, something elegant and flattering, something the wife of a Snow would wear.

He's got it easy, wearing a black suit like he always does for important events.

"Did you now? What does it look like?"

Soarynn shrugs, a sweet smile on her lips, "What does my gift look like?" Coriolanus laughs at her attempt to even the playing field, she can't help but want to know what he got her today. "Never mind then," he decides, shaking his head, "we can both bathe in the anticipation."

Soarynn groans but he doesn't give in. Every once in a while he does, even a grown man like Coriolanus Snow can't fight off her pouting and innocent gaze. So she shows him her freshly painted nails and asks him about work, it's a domestic night for the both of them.

Once dinner is eaten, she helps him with the dishes, passing them to him so he can rinse them off. Soarynn likes to imagine doing this a few years into the future with little ones sitting in the living room, whispering about how romantic it is that their parents do the dishes together.

Coriolanus has only spoken about children a few times since she met him but she knows that he expects to start a family. He's late to that race compared to his friends his age whereas Soarynn is very early.

"Alright," Coriolanus says, drying off his hands with a dish towel, "let's go get your gift darling."

Soarynn squeals with excitement, she's not always the most patient person in the world which is why Coriolanus loves to make her wait. He made her wait to get engaged but look how that ended for him.

She follows him out of the kitchen and down the hall towards his study. Soarynn has only been in this room a few times since they met, finding it boring since it lacks anything of interest to her.

"Sit down here," he instructs, patting an armchair that sits across from his desk. Soarynn does as she's told, sinking into the chair and crossing her ankles. "Now close your eyes and hold out your hands, no peeking Soarynn," he says sternly. Soarynn gives him the best innocent, angelic look she can manage, "I won't peek," she promises.

He grunts and she closes her eyes, holding out her hands to receive her gift. Soarynn listens to him walk away from her and then hears the sound of a desk drawer being opened. She hasn't the slightest clue as to what he's gotten for her. If it were jewelry or clothes then he'd bring her to the closet.

Soarynn feels him standing in front of her again and then feels the light weight of what must be a card placed in her hands.

"Open your eyes darling."

Sure enough, it's a card. Soarynn gives him a curious look as he leans against his desk, watching her with amusement. "A card? Did you get our wedding invitations back?" They finally decided on their wedding invitations and Soarynn has been waiting for all of them to be delivered so she can mail them out to their guests.

He merely grins at her guess, "Open it and find out."

Soarynn's fingers gently tear open the envelope and she's surprised to find no note or invitation inside. In fact, it doesn't look like there's anything inside. Soarynn purses her lips, turning the envelope upside down and shaking it when a small, pink card falls into her lap. Soarynn picks it up, holding it between her thumb and index finger to inspect it.

It's no bigger than her citizen's license.

"Well? What is it darling?"

Soarynn looks up at her fiance, very confused as to what this is and why he's asking her to tell him. She turns it to the other side and her eyes zero in on the words that have been engraved into the card.

Soarynn Snow - Capitol Banking Card - 05081 082810

A sharp gasp leaves her lips.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, is this, is this what I think it is?!"

For the longest time, Soarynn has just been using one of his cards to go shopping and spend his money. Coriolanus trusted her enough to hand over one of his many banking cards without batting an eye, telling her to go shop her little heart out. But that was back when this all first started, since getting engaged, she's still been using his card, mostly because he hasn't asked for it back yet.

His banking card is sleek and black, with his name and his card number engraved into it.

But this is her card, with her name on it.

Coriolanus smiles, nodding his head, "The bank called me this afternoon to tell me that all the paperwork was finally in order. I left work early to pick it up for you."

Soarynn leaps out of her chair, too excited to sit still. She flies into his arms, smiling and shrieking, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Coriolanus wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly against him while Soarynn clutches her card like it's a lifeline.

It's her first step towards becoming his wife.

"You're very welcome darling, I figured it was time for you to have your own card since you seem so keen on using mine to spend my money," he explains, giving her a teasing look. Soarynn giggles, she might have a habit of spending a lot of his money, but he can't have his fiance walking around in last season's shoes!

"Well, I'm going to have so much fun using my own card to spend your money," she tells him, smiling down at her little pink banking card. She can't believe he did this for her!

Although she'd never admit it out loud, there was a short-lived time when Soarynn worried that he only proposed because he felt pressured to, that he was only doing it out of duty and obligation. If that was the case then she was in for a miserable marriage where it would always be known that she trapped him into getting married.

But this card is clear proof that he feels the same way she feels about him.

He hums, rubbing a hand up and down her back, "It's the first official document that has your married name on it, even the banking paperwork has been updated."

She hadn't even given it any thought but he's right. Soarynn's old card still has her maiden name on it. According to the people at the Capitol Bank, she is Soarynn Snow, Mrs. Snow, Coriolanus Snow's wife.

It's the most perfect gift she's ever been given.

"I love it, thank you."

Soarynn kisses him on the cheek, leaning into his touch which becomes more possessive by the second, "There will be limits" he mumbles, turning his head so he can properly kiss her, "just like when you were using my card there will be monthly limits as to what you can spend."

Soarynn gives him a playful whine, tugging on his bottom lip, "It's all a precaution darling, I can't have you running me into the ground with your frivolous spending."

Soarynn gasps, pulling away from their kiss, "Frivolous spending?! My lingerie that you love so much is not frivolous!" She's got him there, Coriolanus loves it when she spends his hard-earned money on lingerie that he can rip off later that same night. And it's not like Soarynn has ever gone and run him dry, she's very frugal with her spending, only buying exactly what she needs.

Which sometimes happens to be twelve pairs of shoes plus a few new dresses.

"I do love your lingerie," he agrees, giving her a squeeze, "but sooner or later it won't just be the two of us on my tab, we'll have little ones and I have an inkling that you're going to be quite the spender when it comes to our children."

Just the thought of having children with Coriolanus excites her. Soarynn has always wanted a family, to be a part of something and she's always dreamt of being a mother. She's spent long enough thinking about the type of mother she's going to be. She'll be a good one, raising her children to be polite and respectful, but also darling and adored by all they meet.

She's meeting his parents this weekend for the first time.

Coriolanus has always kept her far away from his own family, to the point where Soarynn had to question if his parents were even still alive. Hers weren't. But now that they're engaged, his mother is eager to meet her future daughter-in-law.

"She's going to love you," he had told her after bringing it up to her the other day after dinner, "she's always wanted a daughter and I already showed her a photograph of you, she thinks you're adorable."

Soarynn didn't quite know if adorable was what she was going for but it was better than some trampy young girl running after a man ten years older than her.

Coriolanus hasn't mentioned a thing about what his father will think of her.

She hasn't brought it up either.

But she knows that his parents will expect grandchildren and she'll be happy to deliver on that expectation.

Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "You always think ahead don't you?"

From the moment she met Coriolanus, she knew he was one of the smartest people in the world, always so sharp and bright, anticipating everyone's next move before they could even think of it themselves, including hers.

"Of course darling," he mumbles, sliding his hand down to her left hand, rubbing her engagement ring, "Snow always has to land on top."

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