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giveafike · 2 months ago

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can you do the sfw alphabet for benny too just because the prompts are soooo cute and fluffy 😭 part 2 was so good btw!!! ur v talented i’m jealous

TLDR: SFW alphabet! I borrowed the format from other SFW alphabets I've seen round here! Also lwky long sorry again guys. BUT HAPPY BDAY BEN DAY WOOHOOO

Warnings + Content Ahead: fem reader. SFW, mild swearing (that's my bad) - no real warnings, I don't think?

Azzie Notes ✚: HIII!! i love u sm. I fear...I'm writing part 3 of Game, Set, Match by popular demand (another surprise!) 😭😭 I'm so happy it's getting love tho, that's my first baby on here fr, she's doing well for herself!

I am NOT a good writer, I literally start writing and then jump ahead and on a whole other plot, it takes me ages to fill the plot in the middle. I just want them to kiss n shit bro wdymmm they need to flirt 😭? But ty sm for the compliments and the love!

Also Sorry I take SO long to write stuff bro but I really am swamped - IRL is STRESSSINGGG me out atm (I am FUCKED!), I love sitting here and writing and hashing everything over n over to make sure it's good and adding bits in and I'm not making any mistakes and all that. ANYWAYS!

Anyways, this should go wo saying: all assumptions and guesses, girl idfk anything!!! Shits lwky kinda canon, idk I’m just daydreaming!! Enjoy!

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

Ben’s not overly clingy, but he’s naturally affectionate in an easy, effortless way. In public, he loves to kiss your forehead, temples, or the top of your head. He might sling an arm around your shoulders or hold your waist when you’re together. He’s also big on playful touches, holding your hand, squeezing it gently, or resting his hand on your thigh while driving. He def likes it when you're holding onto his arm or leaning into him, it makes him feel good knowing you're reaching out for him just as much as he does for you. He’s tactile in a casual, unspoken way, always reaching out to connect with you.

He’d call you simple pet names or silly nicknames, nothing too over the top. When he’s talking about you in interviews or with friends, it’s always, “My baby did this” or “My girl said that” with that casual and proud tone that shows how happy he is to have you in his life and to show you off.

Ben’s love language is just as much about thoughtfulness as it is physical affection. He’s always on the lookout for things that will make you smile, whether that's chocolate that you both like or buying you Sonny Angel dolls or Miffy collectables when he’s on tour. When he gets back, he’ll sit you between his legs while you open them, playing along with you as you guess what’s inside, laughing at how happy you are. He'd feel like the world's best boyfriend seeing how excited and happy you are, like damn I did well this time, I need to do even better next time.

And if you need something for an event, like a dress or accessories, he’s on it immediately, finding the nicest options, and spoiling you with little jewellery pieces just because. I feel like he'd even download Pinterest and follow your boards so he knows what you're into and he'd walk into shops and stores showing them the Pinterest boards and your selfies, like "Okay so this is my girl, do you think she'd pick this?" He loves surprising you, especially when he knows you’ll be excited.

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

We all know Ben to be very agreeable and social amongst so many people so I think if you were to start off as friends, he'd be constantly trying to make you laugh, bantering, teasing you and have casual touches like bear hugs when he sees you, fist bumps, hi-fives; the whole lot.

I think he'd want his partner to be able to riff back and forth with him - make jokes, mock and trashtalk him a bit but also support him and keep him smiling. I imagine on his off days when he has a bunch of things to do, like cleaning his car and grocery lists, he'd want you to tag along and bribe you with food, not that you needed a bribe. As your friendship deepens, late-night deep convos where you both open and more intimate interactions are common, like leaning on his shoulder, hugging his arm, wrapping his arms around your shoulders or lying down on your lap.

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

I don't think Ben's the type to constantly initiate cuddling and spooning, but if you curl up beside him, his arms are around you instinctively and immediately.

After a tough match or a long stretch of tour, he might collapse onto the couch beside you, resting his head on your shoulder, craving your warmth. He loves it when you play with his hair or plant soft kisses on his head, it’s a quiet way for him to recharge.

On days when you’re feeling down, he’ll be the one letting you curl up on his chest, holding you close, rubbing your back, and kissing your temple.

During movie nights, he’ll keep an arm lazily draped across the back of your seat, his hand occasionally running down to your waist to pull you closer. He loves it when you rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with that soft smile that melts his heart every time.

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

Ben has said before that he can’t cook too well, but I think he’s downplaying it. He’s the type who can whip up something surprisingly good, especially if it’s a laid-back date night at home or after you’ve had a long day. His go-to (especially if you're rushing to college or work) is probably a smoothie—he makes a mean one.

But if he tried something delicious on tour and thought you’d love it, you can bet he’d try recreating it even if it takes way longer than it should. The recipe says 45 minutes? He’s probably spending three hours to make sure every little detail is perfect, especially if it’s for you. You might find him deep in concentration, the kitchen a bit messy, an apron poorly tied around his waist, but smiling at himself for nailing that final touch. He's even more proud when he sees you enjoying it.

On days when you’re cooking or baking, Ben’s your eager sous-chef. He’ll lean on the kitchen island, talking about his day, tasting what you’re making, and sneaking in little hugs from behind. Expect him to get playful and enthusiastic, acting like he’s in a cooking competition, throwing out “Yes, Chef!” and “Taste and stir? You got it, Chef!” with that cheeky grin of his.

When it comes to cleaning, though, he’s a bit more of a messy guy. You might find his sweaty kits or gear tossed on the floor after a long day of practice. But the minute you call him out, he’s on it, throwing it in the washing machine without hesitation, and eventually, he won’t even need to be told. He's just a big, goofy kid.

As for settling down, Ben wants it one day, but not just yet. He’s got a lot of life to experience with you by his side, whether it’s chasing adventures, or just living in the moment together. He loves the idea of marriage and kids down the line, but he wants to make sure that when that chapter comes, he’s ready and settled enough to be fully present. For now, he’s focused on making memories and achievements, but when the time is right, he’ll be all in for the next big step.

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

If Ben had to end a relationship, I think he’d do it with honesty and respect. He’s not one to ghost or avoid confrontation, so he’d sit down and have a mature conversation. He’d choose a calm, private space, somewhere that feels safe. He'd let you know that he cares and loves you but you're both in different directions with different needs. He would want to part on good terms. He’d make sure you feel heard and understood, and hope to stay civil and supportive.

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

Ben takes commitment seriously and doesn’t want to rush into it too fast. He wants to be sure of the relationship’s foundation before even thinking about marriage. He believes in growing together first.

Once he’s ready, though, he’d propose in a way that feels meaningful to both of you. No grand public gestures, just something intimate, maybe a quiet beach walk at sunset, or a cozy evening at home, where it’s just the two of you and the life you’ve built together.

I can imagine him getting your friends and family to help set it up, let them in on it and get their approval, but the moment would be about only you two, nothing and no one else.

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

Ben is incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally like super, super sweet and kind. He’s always mindful of his strength and size, so his touches are light and tender, like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or softly tracing your fingers when you hold hands. He'd talk to you in a softer voice than what he uses with his friends or during press conferences, he knows you hear him without needing all the extra noise or refined answers.

Emotionally, if Ben has learned anything from tennis, he’s more than patient and understanding. If you’re upset or feeling low, he’ll give you space to express yourself, asking, “Do you want to talk or just need a hug?” He’s always there, never pushing, but always ready to support you however you need. Even if he's away, he knows it can be hard and difficult but he'd send you gentle, sweet voice messages and videos, and if possible even call, just to remind you that you're always on his mind and in his heart.

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

Ben loves hugs, but they’re more of a casual, comforting thing than a constant need. He'd love the feeling of you hugging him, nestling and melting into him, your arm barely wrapping around him.

His bear hugs are warm, firm, and reassuring like he’s grounding you in the moment. He’ll give you a tight squeeze when he sees you after being apart or after a long day, pulling you close with a smile. If you’re having a rough time, his hugs linger a little longer, with a few kisses into your hair, making sure you feel safe. He’s not one to initiate a hug every five minutes, but when he does, it’s like being wrapped in warmth and love.

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

Ben wouldn't rush to say “I love you,” but once he’s sure of his feelings, he’s not afraid to express them. It’ll likely come out naturally during a quiet, intimate moment, maybe during pillow talk when you’re both just lying in bed, talking about everything and nothing with a few jokes that make you both tear up laughing, clutching your sides and sweet sentiments. “You know I love you, baby, right?” he’d say softly, his eyes soft and serious.

After that, he’d say it often, but always when it feels genuine, never just out of habit, but because he truly means it every time. He wouldn't be able to end a phone call or text you goodnight without saying it, and if you didn't say it, he's ringing you back until he hears it from you.

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

Ben is secure in himself and in your relationship, so jealousy isn’t a huge issue for him, he’s confident in what you share, but he’s definitely not above feeling a little territorial from time to time. Especially if someone’s getting too friendly with you. In those moments, you’ll feel his presence shift subtly, he’s stepping in closer, maybe pulling you by your waist or slipping his hand around your lower back, fingers pressing a bit more firmly than usual. A kiss on your cheek, sending a clear message without making a fuss.

He’s not one to let jealousy turn into drama, though. He’ll tease you about it later, flashing that grin of his, saying something like, "You just have that effect on people, don’t you?" with a playful wink, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes that tells you he’s serious about keeping what’s his. He’s protective of what’s his, especially when it comes to you. He likes knowing that people can see how much he cares about you and that you belong together. And when the world sees it, he feels even more secure in the bond you two share.

If it ever really bothered him, he wouldn’t bottle it up. Instead, he’d bring it up later in private, maybe when you're together after a long day. “Hey, just so you know, it got to me a little earlier. I know you didn’t do anything, but…” His voice would trail off, a little sheepish, but he’d look you in the eye, wanting to clear the air. You'd reassure him with words, kisses and cuddles.

He'd feel so good when you are talking about him or introducing him by calling him "my man" or "my boyfriend"; "my" anything really. It shows he's yours, just as much as you’re his. It’s a quiet reassurance for him, something that makes his chest swell a little every time. You’d probably notice that his mood lightens immediately, his arms pulling you in closer, maybe pressing a kiss to your forehead, mumbling something like, "Yeah, that’s right. I’m your man" with his big, gummy smile. He’d feel all the tension at ease, knowing that in your eyes, he’s your person, your only person, and that’s more than enough to keep him grounded.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He wouldn't often be the one to pepper you with kisses all the time, but after a great win or a long time without seeing you or sometimes, just because, he would kiss you all over.

Ben’s kisses are playful and sweet, starting as quick pecks that sometimes turn into more passionate moments when the mood is right and when you're both alone. He loves kissing your forehead or the top of your head, there’s something incredibly tender about it that feels both protective and loving. It’s his way of saying, ��I’ve got you” without using words.

He’s also big on a quick peck of your cheek or lips when you’re least expecting it, just to get a smile out of you. He finds joy in kissing your nose, too, making it a little game where he tries to make you laugh, and you both end up giggling.

As for being kissed, he loves it when you surprise him with soft kisses on his jawline or neck. You’ll notice him pause, eyes closed, savouring the moment.

There’s a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he revels in the affection, a warmth spreading through him that speaks volumes about how cherished he feels. These little gestures mean the world to him; they’re reminders that he’s loved and adored.

He also enjoys being kissed in unexpected places. Like the small of his back when he’s cooking or when you lean in to whisper something silly in his ear and kiss his earlobe. Or perhaps, when you kiss his chest, telling him it's you "kissing his sweet and kind heart". It catches him off guard and fills him with joy, making him melt and pull you in for a tighter embrace. He’s all about those intimate, tender moments, especially when he can feel your love radiating through each kiss and sending shivers through him. Each one leaves a mark on his heart, creating a tapestry of affection that strengthens his pure adoration for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

No secret that he's great with kids! They prob gravitate to his silly personality and easy-to-climb frame, he's like a walking-talking jungle gym. It makes your heart swell seeing him sign tennis balls and photos for children at tournaments or when he's spending time with family, getting tackled and jumped by all the kids.

He’d be the type to show them how to ride a bike, to juggle or teach them some fun tennis tricks, maybe a little impromptu match in the backyard. Ben would be attentive and patient, showing them the ropes with a kind heart. I imagine with older kids, he'd approach them in the same way Bryan had with him; supportive and kind, never too pushing.

When Ben sees the joy in their eyes, it makes his day, and you can’t help but adore him even more watching him with kids, knowing he’d be an amazing dad someday.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Ben are a beautiful blend of coziness when you get to spend them together. He’s not much of a morning person, but he loves waking up next to you. He's the type to set his alarm a bit earlier than necessary to spend his first few moments with you. His first instinct is to pull you closer, kiss your hair a few times, bury his face in your neck and inhale that comforting scent that makes the morning feel a bit brighter. He’d probably mumble something sweet, still half-asleep, cautious not to wake you up.

He’d take time to sit with you in the mornings during breakfast, talking about the day ahead or sharing funny stories from the previous day. He's just so happy to spend his first moments talking to the love of his life, he'd probably have a stupid smile on his face, never breaking eye contact.

If he’s on tour or has a busy schedule, he’ll make sure to carve out that little slice of the morning with you, maybe slipping a note in your bag or sending you a video in your timezone to wish you a good morning to remind you of how much he loves you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Ben are all about winding down and enjoying each other’s company after a long day. He’d love to create a cozy atmosphere, dimming the lights, maybe lighting some candles or making popcorn for movie nights. You’d often find him on the couch with you, his arm draped around your shoulders as you watch a few episodes of your favourite shows, maybe even just watching TikToks together. He might tease you about your choices or how weird your FYP is, but he loves seeing your eyes light up as you share your favourites or laugh loud with your head thrown back.

On nights when he’s feeling particularly affectionate, he’d turn it into a stargazing adventure. If the weather’s nice, he’d grab a blanket, leading you outside to lay beneath the stars, pointing out constellations, and sharing silly stories about life on tour. He’d wrap you in his arms, resting his chin on your head, making you feel safe and cherished as you enjoy the tranquillity of the night.

If you’ve had a tough day, he’d be all about pampering you, running you a warm bath or preparing your favourite snacks, knowing that sometimes the little gestures mean the most. And when it’s time to sleep, he’d pull you close, his body instinctively finding yours as you drift off, feeling that warm sense of security and safety wrapped up in his embrace.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ben takes his time when it comes to opening up, but he’s genuine about it. He's never faking his emotions or what's going on in his mind but some things would be kept away until he's ready and trusts you. I think he’s the kind of guy who enjoys those late-night conversations when the world feels quiet and safe, and that’s when you’d get to know the real him, the hopes he has, his fears, and what really drives him.

He’d probably start with lighter topics, like his favourite childhood memories or funny stories from the road, allowing you to ease into the more profound conversations naturally. As he sees your genuine interest in him, he’ll begin to reveal more, like his dreams for the future or moments that shaped him into who he is today. He’d appreciate your patience and understanding, wanting to feel secure in the connection before diving deeper into the heavier stuff. He'd want you to feel the same, ease him into the person you are today, with your fears, faults and all. Knowing you trusted him to share some of your troubles and past would make him feel incredibly warm, feeling your relationship grow tighter and closer. He'd never want you to go through anything like that when you're with him or feel those emotions again, so he'd be very conscious and make it a known effort.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Ben is generally laid-back and has a chill demeanour, especially since tennis made him that way to keep his cool, making it hard to rattle him. He’s the type to take a deep breath and laugh off minor annoyances, preferring to focus on the positives rather than letting small things get under his skin. He’d rather tease himself than get upset, often finding humour in the chaos, which makes him an excellent partner during stressful times.

However, if something really bothers him, he won’t shy away from addressing it. He believes in open communication and would prefer to have a calm conversation about what’s troubling him rather than letting it simmer inside. You’d find him sitting down with you, holding your hands and discussing feelings with sincerity. His patience extends to those he cares about, he understands that everyone has their off days and is more than willing to listen, offering support instead of anger.

Ben’s the type to remind you that it’s okay to feel frustrated or upset, and he’ll be there to help you work through it, showing that his patience isn’t just for himself but for you as well. He'd even take you to a rage room or find other outlets if you needed support.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think Ben would have notes in his phone about you. If you mentioned something while he's on tour whether it's on call or text, it'd go straight into his notes. If you're giving him a shopping list while he's abroad (like, K-beauty products or Japanese stationary), you'd need to send photos and the full brand name and all, otherwise, the poor guy gets stressed and panic buys stuff.

If you asked him to run and get micellar water, he definitely bought all sorts of sparkling and still water in a panic. Or if you offhandedly mentioned that your period is coming up, he bought wayyyyy too many sanitary products because "how am I supposed to know what size you are?" - that's when you knew you had your work cut out for you, you have to be specific.

He would be on the plane, going through his notes, picking out what he'll be able to find, maybe books or bracelet charms alongside snacks you liked too. He'd take that role very seriously and it'd be so hard for him not to spoil the surprise and give you a haul of all the little things he bought for you; it'd get to a point that one of his bags would just be stuff for you, it was like Christmas when he came back.

You might find him surprising you with those details, like picking up your bagel and coffee order on a random day or planning a date around something you’ve casually mentioned wanting to try. It makes you feel seen and appreciated, knowing that he values your words enough to remember them. Like you might be doing errands together and then pull up to a place you wanted to try or craved and he'd shrug it off and be like "Oh, what? I just thought you'd want to try their new menu, just remembered you talking about it a few nights ago", but internally, he'd be giggling, fist bumping himself at surprising you again.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Ben’s favourite moment in your relationship is probably one that encapsulates all the love and joy you share together, something that solidifies you as a partner and his best friend. Maybe it was a spontaneous trip you both took, laughing the entire way, sharing silly snacks, and belting out songs in the car. Maybe the tyre was flat and you were both calm and making jokes about it, messing about while waiting for roadside assistance. Maybe it was playing doubles and having no strategy, just vibes and running all over the place (ahem, Arthur Fils and Ben, ahem). But whatever came your way, you both wouldn't find anger or frustration, you'd balance each other out and make a few jokes, and share a few kisses - you both knew everything was going to be alright.

He cherishes the quiet moments too, like those nights spent cuddled up, sharing your dreams and fears, realising how much you both mean to each other. It’s in those intimate exchanges that he finds solace and happiness, making every moment spent together feel significant.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I think Ben’s protectiveness is rooted in genuine care and affection. He’s not overbearing or controlling, but he’s very aware of your comfort and safety, especially when you're together in public and with his fame. If you're walking through a crowd, his hand is always on your lower back, guiding you carefully. If someone’s acting a little too bold, he’ll step in closer, stand a bit taller, and make it crystal clear that you’re with him, and he’s looking out for you. He's got you covered and doesn't need to do too much to make himself known as your partner.

At the same time, Ben loves it when you show care for him too. Maybe it’s the little things, like checking in after a rough match or reminding him to rest after training, gently massaging him after training, caring about if he ate - all the small things to check-in. He’d appreciate it when you link your arm with his in casual moments or hold his hand in public when you look up at him with your sweet eyes and smile or gently plant a kiss. It’s that unspoken connection that makes him feel secure, knowing you’ve got his back as much as he has yours.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I believe Ben’s the type who goes all-in. He might not always be extravagant, but everything he does is meaningful and well-thought-out, especially after it's been some time away.

For dates, whether it’s something simple like grabbing a pizza or something more special like a surprise picnic, he’ll plan it with you in mind, always tailoring things to your tastes. If it’s a special anniversary, expect him to remember all the little details, maybe even recreating your first date or trying to recreate a scene from a show or movie that you loved. He’s definitely the type to bring flowers, book reservations, and remember your favourite dessert or place to go.

He’s also great with gifts. He pays attention to the small things you mention, whether it’s that cozy sweater you’ve been eyeing or a quirky little item that made you smile. Sometimes, it is just something as small as having a sweet that you like in his pocket like it's "magic" (he forgot he put it there).

Everyday tasks don’t slip his mind; he’ll pitch in with chores, leave a small note, pack your bag for you or just help out in ways that show how much he cares.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I think Ben's biggest "ugly" trait is probably his occasional messiness, especially after practice or a match. He might leave his bag somewhere leave sweaty clothes lying around or forget to put his sneakers back where they belong. If he’s been travelling a lot, expect his suitcase to explode all over the bedroom before he finally unpacks, and even that would take you pleading with him to get working on that, which he will do with a pout.

He’s prob also guilty of being a bit too focused on his phone at times, like sitting there mouth agape and a protein bar or something in his hand that he forgot he was eating while he's scrolling through social media or watching match highlights when you just want his attention.

But the great thing about Ben is that if you call him out on it, he’ll listen and make an effort to fix it. He’s not one to get defensive about it; he knows his weaknesses and is willing to work on them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ben is definitely aware of how he looks (he knows he's fine as fuck), but he’s not vain in an excessive way. He likes to look good and feel confident, especially in front of a camera or at an event, but he’s not obsessed. He’s got his routines, probably a favourite cologne, a specific hair product he swears by to make his curls look good, but it’s all pretty chill. He’ll make sure his outfit’s on point and his shoes are clean, but he’s not going to spend hours in front of the mirror. He just cares to look good with and for you, nothing else.

He’s comfortable in his own skin and loves it when you appreciate his style too, but at the end of the day, he’s more focused on feeling good than being perfectly groomed. If he knows you love the way he looks in a certain outfit, he’ll definitely wear it more often just to see that smile on your face.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ben is a confident, self-assured guy, but when it comes to you, you’ve become such a key part of his life that he’d definitely feel something missing if you weren’t there. You ground him in a way no one else can, bringing out his softer, more relaxed side and keeping him grounded. After a long tour or stressful match, you're the one he turns to for comfort and calm. He loves having you to share his successes and challenges with, and it’s clear he sees you as his other half.

When you’re away from each other, he’d miss all the little things, your laugh, the way you poke fun at him, the way you cuddle into his side, the way you play with his hair and shower him with words of affirmation. Ben’s a big believer in partnership, and having you around makes him feel like he’s not just navigating life alone but with someone who’s always on his side. So yeah, without you, he’d feel incomplete, like something’s missing from his daily rhythm but it wouldn't be a crippling thing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

So, Ben talked about how he had never been abroad before tennis, I like to think of him being an appreciative guy so I imagine him collecting memorabilia from his tours. Things like lanyards, tickets, wristbands, photos, and even quirky items he finds in hotels from different countries. He probably has a little keepsake box that he fills up with mementoes from the places he’s been, and he loves sharing these memories with you or telling you stories about those things.

When you’re together, he’ll pull out random souvenirs and tell you the stories behind them, maybe even jokingly offering to “trade” you one of his old match wristbands for one of your trinkets. If you offered to make him a scrapbook and document his silly stories, he'd probably hold that so, so close to his heart, maybe even well up a bit knowing you were gentle and careful in documenting it all.

He loves bringing something from you with him on his travels, whether it's your silly pink headband that you use when you're doing your skincare or a hair tie around his wrist. Whenever he gets the chance, he'll send you silly photos and texts wearing or holding those items, telling you that he misses you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ben is generally easygoing, but there are a few things that would rub him the wrong way. He doesn’t like unnecessary drama negativity or toxicity, he’s all about keeping things light and fun, so constant complaining or bad vibes would get under his skin. He also wouldn’t appreciate dishonesty or being led on with games. He values trust and transparency in a relationship especially if he's serious, and if he felt like someone was being shady or playing with his emotions, he’d check out pretty quickly. He doesn't have the time to be doing all that while on tour.

I think he also wouldn’t be into someone who’s overly controlling or doesn’t give him his space. Ben enjoys his independence and time with friends, so he’d need a partner who respects that balance and doesn’t try to keep him on too tight a leash.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Deadass prob sleeps like a rock. Ben is the type of guy who falls asleep fast and stays asleep, once he’s out, he’s out. He loves curling up next to you in bed, and he’ll probably drape an arm over you in his sleep, unconsciously pulling you closer. He’s a deep sleeper, and if he’s had a tough day of training or a long match, he might snore lightly, maybe even sleeptalks a bit.

He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair while he’s falling asleep and murmur words of affirmation and love. It relaxes him instantly, and he’ll murmur little thank-yous, kiss your skin softly or give sighs of contentment until he drifts off completely. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he’ll check on you, making sure you’re comfortable and pulling the blanket over you if it’s slipped off, making sure you're nice and tucked in. Ben might also wake up early, but he’ll stay in bed a little longer, just lying there next to you, content in the quiet moments of the morning.

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florvaine · 1 year ago

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silver spikes and pastel ribbons.

headcannons of Hobie with an opposite aesthetic gf. (afab! reader)

genre: mainly fluff, slight angst, nsfw(?)

warnings: little nsfw if you squint, crying, some kid gets a car lobbed at him 😭

i imaginee the two of you actually met at one of his gigs 🫶🏻

He was on the stage, flicking his roughened fingertips on each string on his guitar, a harsh rift sounding through the amp on the edge of platform as he moves his hand further up the fretboard.

Then he looks in the crowd, right by the barrier of sweaty, headbanging and most likely hammered fans, and you’re right there.

Directly in front of him, pressed against the metal-barred barrier that security was struggling to keep people from hopping over.

What caught him off guard wasn’t only the fact you were fuckin’ gorgeous, but the fluttery, light pink dress that was just above the middle of your thighs. White lace trimmed the v-shaped neckline that was held up by thin, spaghetti straps.

Strips of silky ribbon cascade from the wrap around your waist, dangling pearls and a small-chain necklace decorate your collarbones and shimmer like the sheen of sweat that held stray hairs against your temples and your forehead.

And your shoes - a pair of white, glossy, open-toed high heels that added a few extra inches to your height (Hobie secretly wanted to give you a few other inches), but even with them Hobie could still tell from the stage that he was way taller than you.

He misses a single strum of his guitar, so he temporarily redirects his attention back to the gig, his hickory eyes still wandering over to you from under his mask.

100% got the security to practically hunt you down so you could meet him backstage.

He’s a little anxious because they were taking a while, and he’s slightly disappointed at the thought you already left.

But then there’s a knock at the door and one of the security guards speaks muffled through his private backstage room.

“Hobie, got the girl you were askin’ for.”

The rest is history, really. You were officially dating after 7 painfully long months.

You got along well, even if everything else about each other was contrasting, you’re political ideals, music taste and humour are practically a copy and paste.

The two of you get undoubtably get some stares.

A man clad in black leather and silver spikes and a woman dressed like a doll stood out a lot against the Nike trackies of London.

“Everyone’s staring, Hobie.”

“Ignore ‘em, hun. They’re pissed JD is shut.”

Every now and then he takes you to a more quiet, downtown street with a collection of thrift stores and craft shops.

Hobie’s definitely caught in Hobbycraft at least twice a week 😭😭

Literally loves your style - everything from your jewellery to the way you get your nails done.

He’s whipped ‼️

Loves everything about you, but especially your hair.

If you wear wigs he’s helping you install it, if you have naturally curly hair he’s taking note of each step for later on, he reads the labels of every hair product you own.

I feel like he has a thing for curly hair idk why I just get the vibe.🤭

Hobie definatly told Pav and Gwen about you when you first met, like the next day he’s at the Spider Society talking even more than usual.

“She was stunnin’, I’m tellin’ ya’ now. Really nice eyes,” He turns away from them and mutters under his breath, “And tits.”

Gwen smirks, “You’ve told us, I’m pretty sure.” She nudges Pav, and he’s giggling like an excited schoolgirl.

“Never thought I’d see Hobie have a full-blown crush!” Pav comments.

Hobie hums, a small smile on his face as he stares infront of him. Gwen and Pav share a look before they imitate the way he looks - like a lovestruck idiot.

It’s funny with one of you in the other’s room - Hobie, dressed in dark blues and blacks with an overall threatening aura just sat on your pretty pink bedsheets in your floral-scented room.

Sometimes you’ll randomly go on a tangent about a new dress or concert tickets whilst doing something else, and you’re convinced he’s uninterested.

Next time he’s at yours he had that new dress in a silk scarf wrap, or he pulls the tickets out of one of his pockets.

You’re in the kitchen of your apartment, stirring the milk into your tea as Hobie scrapes butter onto two slices of toast you had put in.

When he’s finished, he slides the plate over to you before leaning back on the counter and looking at your over his shoulder.

“Thanks, Bee,” You pick up the plate, moving it closer to you for easier access to the toast.

There’s two rectangular, shimmery-sheened tickets underneath the circular plate.

You’re shocked, looking at the ticket now in your hand, eyes moving from the words and numbers printed onto it and your boyfriend.

“Hobie, you didn’t have to!” You say.

“You said that ya’ wanted to see them, so I got us tickets.” He shrugs, a small proud smirk on his lips.

Movie nights every Friday after dinner 💕

Sometimes he has to leave early or he shows up later on, but he makes up for the time lost by bringing you your favourite food and drink from the local corner shop.

If you’re in college or uni, he will swing in every break and check in on you and everything.

When it comes to cuddling, he’s the big spoon 95% of the time unless he had a really shitty day.

Like really shitty.

It’s not very often Hobie crys, and even when he does it’s not for very long.

The man prides himself in being Spider-Punk, saving civilians whilst preaching his beliefs to his followers that feel more like a family than fans.

He can only hold on so long, and it’s only a matter of time before he can’t save someone.

Sure, the little boy wasn’t dead, he was in hospital after a car had been carelessly tossed into him by the anomaly he was supposed to contain.

After visiting the boy in hospital, chanting apologies and ‘get well soon’s like a broken record, he goes to the first place he can think of.

Yours.

There was something so special, so serene and comforting in the confines of your cluttered shelves and organised wardrobe pressed against the walls of your bedroom.

Hobie knew it wasn’t the room, but it was you.

You, so different and relaxing. Calming and exciting, understanding and motivating. Anywhere was safe if you were there.

He swings through shadowed alleys, reaching your apartment over the bustling roads and honking horns of the cars below.

Hobie perches on your small balcony, and taps on the window.

In his reflection, Spider-Punk looks back at him. Strong, unbeatable, selfless and stubborn. But as he pulls the mask off, the fabric hanging limp like a ragdoll cat in his had, Hobie Brown stares back at him.

Tattered, exhausted, overwhelmed and in desperate need to be in your arms.

The window opens. His mental image of himself splits away as soon as he sees your face.

“Rough night?” You ask, voice slightly raspy and muffled, yet still as soothing as hot tea and honey on a sore throat.

The routine begins when Hobie nods. He clambers in, he takes off his boots and jacket and leaves them by your desk, his mask discarded somewhere beside them.

You pull out one of his white, soft cotton shirts from your dresser, and a pair of dark grey shorts. He gets changed, you make a cup of tea.

Then he cries. Salty droplets of embodied sorrows paired with the pinch of his eyebrows and the slight quiver of his bottom lip.

Each time a tear drips down his soft cheeks you wipe it away with your equally as soft hands, smearing the liquidated sadness into his now clumpy lashes.

You count sixteen droplets this time before he stops, and you stand up to offer the silk scarf he wrapped your gifted babydoll dress in, and he takes it before wrapping the coarse, black wicks that topped his head.

And then he’s curling his back against your chest, holding the hand of your arm that loosely covers his waist.

Their consciousness fades into two seperate slumbers. A comforting silence drapes over the two lovers, knowing that the other will be there when they awake.

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#*{ ‘. florawrites<3 #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie headcanons #hobart brown #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #x reader #spider punk #spiderman x reader

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emiplayzmc · 4 months ago

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One random fact about each and every one of my Addisons because I CAN:

-Target (Main Pink, jewellery maker, Cyber Shoes manager, tea shop owner)'s fav Light World flowers are bleeding hearts and foxgloves.

-Sample (Main Blue, Cyber Shoes II customer service) has insomnia. Only in his worst mental states can he actually sleep, but only very lightly.

-Banner (Main Orange, fashion designer and caterer) has a borderline unhealthy obsession with making Victorian-era clothes specifically for themself to put on display in their own closet. They can count on one hand the amount of outfits they've actually worn of that time period.

-Broadcast (Main Yellow, news / shopping channel host. Their only host.) is aromantic. YIPPEE.

-Spam (Addispam, email-man and ever-changing intern) learned how to make cars in his spare time by himself before he made it big. He never had actually used them, though - just kept them in an unused alleyway and mix-n-matched them in his spare time between delivering emails and internships.

♤~♤

-Click (Banner's boyfriend, baker and party caterer, Pink) lives in an attic above his bakery. It's small, but it feels like home to them. It has a stained glass window overlooking a highway on the other side of Main Street.

-Vice (Sample's co-worker / girlfriend, Service's Trojan, cashier at Cyber Shoes II, Orange) breaks into Sample's apartment at night to raid his fridge / watch TV for a while. She doesn't know that Sample is awake every time she does this and just lets her get away with it (they live in the same complex). She loves the nights that he makes stuff with leftovers for dinner.

-Snap (Broadcast's co-worker and best friend, camera-man, Green)'s favourite drink is a Shirley Temple. They've never been a fan of alcohol.

♤~♤

-Gamble (Mobile and Clickbait's father, casino owner, Blue), despite being an online advertisement, doesn't know much about how to actually use the Internet beyond posting his casino ads. Mobile tries to help him learn by giving him social media accounts, but he's basically like a grandpa using Facebook.

-Mobile (Clickbait’s elder sister, mobile advertiser [mainly in gambling / lottery / casino apps] and casino bartender, Yellow) prefers to go by Cooper / Couper, or Coop / Coup, her middle name - a reference to Martin Cooper, inventor of the mobile phone.

-Clickbait (Mobile's younger brother and Click's Trojan, clickbait advertiser [mainly making Couper's ads more flashy and clickable], casino bartender, Cyber Shoes II supervisor, gossip columnist, Pink)'s only 'true' friend is a young Werewerewire named Amp that he met in the Dark Web.

-Service (Manager / owner of Cyber Shoes II, Orange) has tapped Vice, Clickbait, and Sample's phones to monitor their activity on their phones, much to their displeasure.

♤~♤

-Hanahaki (placeholder name, Purple)'s favourite flowers are lavender and wisteria vines.

-Patient 0 (placeholder name, Pink) is one of the oldest Addisons to exist and hates being one. Not like Spamton and Sample do with just 'being a Darkner in general,' but actively hates the Addison species, and has days where he wants to destroy his casing to be unrecognizable as one... unfortunately he has enough damage to his endoskeleton as is without uncovering his entire inner skeleton.

♤~♤

#deltarune #addisons #spamton #deltarune addisons #addison headcanons #addison ocs #need to make a lineup of all of my Addis soon tbh......#pink addison: target tourmaline #yellow addison: broadcast nikola #blue addison: sample james #orange addison: banner hestia #addispam

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boschfanaccount · 1 year ago

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How would the 3 boys propose to the reader

How they propose to you

Bosch, Jamie Siu & Luke Sullivan x Reader (separate). Reader is neutral Sorry this took a while to come out!! I'm finally free from uni and i have a lot of requests lined up I will get through slowly so thank you for your patience.

Bosch is an anxious mess. You both love each other so very much but theres that teeny tiny voice in his head that always makes him doubt and act on impulse. But this is something he knows he's wanted to do for the longest time, it took a lot of courage to even act upon making preparations for you. It's your 4th anniversary of being together. He first makes you a home cooked meal from his home country, a meal which he loves. You tell him how good it is and that he is too sweet for cooking for you. He then lets you get ready to then take you out to a very special spot. A park that sits on the harbour of Metro City, beautifully lit up at night. Walking up to the railing, you lean on it and breathe in the fresh air. Bosch then comes up besides you as he puts his hands on your waist, leaning in to give you a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you for this Bosch, you're too sweet." "It's the least I could do. Happy anniversary, but uhm... I actually have a present for you." You look at him with a soft look, "what is it?" you question. "I want you to close your eyes for a second". Nodding, turn to fully face him and close your eyes. You hear some rustling before he tells you to open your eyes. You bring your hand up to you mouth as your eyes widen in shock, letting out a small gasp. You're presented with a velvety red box fitted with a small and classy ring crusted with small diamonds. "[y/n], you're the love of my life, a-and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I'm not the best boyfriend sometimes and I have my moments but, I hope you can accept me... Will you marry me?". Jumping up and down before leaping into his arms. "Yes!" you exclaim as a few tears fall down your face. He stands back up and fully accepts your embrace. "I love you so much, thank you [y/n].

Jamie would most definitely propose to you in the sleekest way possible. He will have everything planned out down to the exact time, he has a mini speech prepped and the perfect plan to catch you off guard. Jamie would also be confident at first and kind of fumble a little bit but he's well aware you are the one for him and he is the one for you. He has no doubts about you saying yes once he pops the question and that fills him with so much pride and joy. Time moves so fast when you're with your boyfriend, you have been together for 3 years already yet it feels like you've known each other and been together for so much longer. Having gotten you ready for a fancy dinner date at an elegant chinese restaurant that Jamie has been meaning to try with you. You both went out shopping to purchase coordinating outfits, the colours of your outfits are black and yellow. Mostly black decorated with gold jewellery.

Once at the restaurant, you are both seated next to an open window which has the perfect view of Metro City. "This is so nice baby, thank you for booking this place." Taking his hand in yours Jamie looks at you with a satisfied look, "It's no problem, you know I'd do anything for you. I am the great Jamie Siu after all!" He says jokingly. You giggle at his statement. After having a delicious and filling dinner, you both are waiting for your desserts to arrive to your table. Little words are exchanged as you stare into eachothers eyes and hands intertwined on the table, the silence comfortable. The silence is broken by a waitress coming up and handing you your desserts however there was something off with yours. Your plate was flat and had writing on it, more specifically the words "Will you...", once you read the words you see Jamie walk up to you and get on one knee. Your heart starts beating fast but a bright smile decorates your face. "Marry me?" Jamie asks, a yellow lined black velvet ring box displaying a beautiful golden ring with a decently sized diamond placed on top. "Jamie!" You express, "Of course!!! Oh my gosh!!" He takes your hand and slides the sing on. "[Y/n], when I met you through Yang, I never thought you would end up being mine some day. But here we are, you are now officially my fiancée. I love you dearly and I don't know if I could ever express that fully in words but thank you." Jamie stands up and cups your face, bringing you in for a gentle kiss.

Luke, oh Luke. Luke would definitely have a mini freak out to himself over how he should propose to you. He is a confident man but sometimes he goes through weird moments of weakness where he's just unsure. Luke takes his time and never rushes into things so when he realises he needs to propose to you, he thought about everything carefully and wanted to make sure it was something you would like and that you were sure to say yes to him. While he is a bit of a chiller, I don't think Luke would be overly romantic but would still try his best to be, you deserve it after all. Having spent almost 4 years together, Luke decides it's time. There are a few places in mind that Luke would want to take you on, deciding on taking you to the beach. A quiet and calming beach. It would be the perfect setting, having a nice dinner first then taking you on a romantic walk along the beach to watch the sun set and finally get on one knee and confess his never ending love for you and ask you to marry him.

"Mmm! Luke have you tried this? It tastes so good!" Picking up a piece of your dinner on your fork and putting in front of Luke so he can have a taste. "Wow, yeah that is really good, want to try mine?" You nod. After having dinner it was time to now go on a quiet stroll on the sand. Holding onto Lukes large hand and leaning your head on his arm. Luke can feel his nervousness grow, you're perfect in his eyes. "Is something wrong love?" You ask, concern laced in your voice. "Haha, yeah. I'm just fine. Don't worry your little head." Luke brings you into a side hug, his hand resting on your hip. "There is one thing I want to talk to you about though." Stopping to stand in front of you, he takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "So... I've been wanting to ask you this for a while and for the longest time I thought I wasn't ready but every day I spend with you, I want to always be by your side. You make me so proud and I feel so powerful when I see you cheering for me in battles. I'm the luckiest man alive [y/n]. With that..." pulling out a box with a silver ring inside with a small rectangular diamond placed on top. "Will you marry me?" It takes you a few seconds to respond, you feel so joyed and happy and you needed a moment to process the sweetness of Luke's words. With shaky hands you cup Lukes face in your hands and place a kiss on his lips. "Yes" you giggle. "I truly love you so much, I'm glad to now be your fiancée" Luke picks you up, sharing laughs as he spins you around. Taking in the cool breeze of the beach with the cool water brushing up to your feet.

#street fighter 6 #sf6 #bosch #bosch x reader #sf6 x reader #luke sullivan x reader #jamie siu x reader #bosch sf6 #bosch sf6 x reader #jamie siu #jamie sf6 #luke sullivan #luke sf6 #y/n #street fighter #x reader

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how about an idea for a fic about y/n and Toymaker: y/n is kind of in a relationship with him and can't help but wonder what it would be like to date someone else? and Toymaker doesn't like it and is a little angry with her. but in the end there is a hippie ending?

(I hope this is what you wanted.)

The vibrant red paint on Mr Emporuns toy shop shimmed in the sweet afternoon sun as you hurried down the street. A single handmade bag, filled with a variety of sewing needles, threads and fabric, rested in your palm as the ceramic doll heads in the window seemed to face you. Their dull black eyes seemed to shine at the sight of you and you were sure if they could move you would have felt fifty little china hands wrapping around your ankles in a twisted hug.

The bell chimed through the overstimulating shop as you shuffled past the red curtain. Toys lined the walls as you walked up to the empty dark oak counter and placed the bag down on it. The familiar grin of the toymaker was nowhere to be seen as you fiddled with the little merry-go-round that spun under your touch. The snow white horses spin around and around.

“Maybe he went out…” you muttered to yourself and stepped behind the counter, pulling out a half-finished doll dress from the shadowed shelf just below. It was one you had been working on in your free time, a small gift to adorn the doll the toymaker had gifted you when he had first confessed his feelings.

A soft smile covered your features as you remembered that day, but it was slowly replaced with a frown as the voices of your friends swam around your mind. The blushed mutter as she talked about her adoring husband and the extravagant evenings they had shared in London's finest locations. The new jewellery and gentle touch.

Your hands tranced over the miniature dress as you wondered when the last time you and the toymaker even went out for dinner. You supposed it can't have been for at least three months. He treated you like another one of his delicate dolls lying in his hands as he combed through their hair.

Before you could stop yourself your mind wandered to the other men that wandered the streets of Soho. Did they take their partners out as much as your friend said? Did they spend the last few coins they had on a new shiny bracelet just to see the smile on their wife's face?

A sigh escaped your lips and floated around the room, still no sign of the toymaker as your hands moved automatically to switch the side of the dress. Watching as the yellow threat pierced through the fabric over and over.

Would the man next door let you wake up alone almost every morning? Would the beggar around the street give his wife the warmest blanket in the heavy winter? Would the old landlord go three years without any sign of taking his relationship further?

“The landlord is a man of the town who likes much younger women.” a rich voice broke through the air behind you as two firm hands spun you around. You were so lost in your own head you didn't hear the door open behind you and the toymaker's face drop as your thoughts echoed through his mind.

The toymaker's hypnotic blue eyes stared down at you. He could see right through you as his hands rested on your hip, his thumbs rubbing over the soft fabric. His grey hair was perfect as always while his collar shirt wrapped around his neck and stayed fastened with a bow. Meanwhile the soft breeze outside had definitely swept itself through your hair and ruffed your dress.

“Something wonderful about me is,” he leaned down closer to you, his breath fanning over your face. His voice seemed to drop an octave. “I always know what you're thinking.”

A shiver of fear ran up your spine as the toymaker grinned down at you, pulling your body closer to his. His arms kept you locked against him, unable to escape his warm gasp even if you wanted.

“You were gone a while, doll, I hope you enjoyed your lunch,” he whispered in your ear, leaving a small kiss on your temple as he continued. “What friend was it again?”

His lips stayed just hovering over your skin as you muttered back, your voice wavering slightly. “Oh, umm, f/n, I grabbed some more thread on the way home… and there was fabric on offer…”

“Enough. I want to know what she put into your pretty little head to make you think of others.”

Your voice trailed off as the toymaker's words bled into it. Every part of him felt hypnotic as your face flushed and your body radiated heat. His hands gripped your tighter, leaving little ink marks from his nails. His waistcoat rubbed against your blouse as he stared down at you. Waiting… Expecting an answer.

“I…”

Nothing came as you stared up at him, your lips parted slightly as you stared deep into his icy blue eyes. He glared down at you, before his face soured and he hissed out.

“Don't protect her, I have been very lenient with you daring…” his face darkened as he continued. “letting you go out, giving you everything you so much, but you're mine, only mine and I will not let those petty little men out there take you away from me.”

You stayed silent as he pulled you through into the ever-twisting back of the shop. This time it was a long hotel-looking corridor with rows and rows of doors on each side. He pressed you against the wall, his hand pressing just below your neck.

“This is my domain, my universe governed by my laws. I will not have you thinking of other men.” slowly his hand moved down to your chest and his voice softened slightly. He could feel your heart racing, shaky and laboured breaths filling your lungs under his touch.

“I can feel your breath. It's so human…” his voice dropped to an affectionate mutter. “My beloved human.”

“Toymaker?” you muttered, pulling yourself away from the wall and into his body. “I don't… mean it. It's my thoughts, I can't control them and I want to be with you.”

He pulled you close to his chest, pulling open the nearest door to reveal the familiar sight of a warm bedroom. You had slept there for many years at this point with the burgundy french loveseat near the fire being a favourite of the toymakers as he sat you down on it.

“My precious doll, your poor human mind is too susceptible to the distractions of the world. I am all your mind needs to think about.” he ran his hand through your hair, smiling softly as you leaned into his touch and relaxed to his hypnotic voice.

“Il take you out to the Ritz, i'll show you the universe one day.”

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #the toymaker x reader #the toymaker #my favorite insane toymaker #drabble #dr who #the giggle

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virtual-kart · 2 years ago

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#Pink Necklace Set #virtual kart #online shopping store #bridal necklace #temple jewellery set

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 months ago

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Chapter 1 - A Demure Smile

It was a lovely evening of Spring, not too hot, yet not too cold either. It was the perfect time for two people, a woman and a man, to casually walk through the illuminated streets of the beautiful Kyoto. The night was starry, and a calming breeze was enough to calm everything down, and pass along the beautiful perfume of the blooming flowers.

The couple was carrying some big luggage, yet they were both dressed elegantly - Not too posh, not too casual either - Just enough to pass off as respectable people. They were planning a long awaited trip, and their car was close-by, yet they decided to take a short detour, the weather was that lovely.

However, in the spur of the moment, almost as if in the blink of an eye, really, the beautiful night turned into a complete mayhem, as sudden thunders were heard in the distance, and the lightning struck dangerously close, and blindingly bright. And then, a torrential rain poured over them. The two looked at each other, ready to run away to cover, back at their car, only to feel a killing dizziness take over them...

A mixing vertigo was enough to make the two faint on the spot.

The red haired woman, Katrina, with some difficulty, opened her eyes, realising the dizziness passed - But she was alone. She didn't panic, not yet, at least, as she figured out that not only was she alone, but she was in a completely different place altogether. In front of her, there were no more building, nor shops or the beautiful trees from down the road - Instead, a temple alit by flames was the sole thing she saw through the billowing scorching smoke that was obscuring her vision. In fact, she was in this wooden building, and she had to run the hell away, before it collapsed on her, or she asphyxiated on the Carbon Dioxide.

She covered her nose and mouth inside the trench coat hanging from her shoulders, and just as she was about to leap the hell away from there, she noticed a man laying on the ground, seemingly asleep or knocked out. He was dressed in what looked like a suit of armour from long ago... Like a samurai. Or something close to that. Approaching him, another man, dressed in robes, of a rich purple and possibly green, raised what looked like a cane or a staff, along with a glimmering blade - It seemed to Kat that he had murderous intentions.

Not sure of what to do, or whether to act in any way, she decided to take a piece of rubble and hurl it at the assailant. "Leave him alone!" she yelled at him as she rushed to the unconscious man's side, shaking him awake until finally he lethargically opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" his voice was deep, possibly made even deeper by the way he was so deep into his sleep.

"Later. You were about to get killed, and this place will collapse soon. We've got to escape." the red haired girl grabbed him by the arm, helping him up, and together, they ran away from there, just in time to watch the temple collapse to the ground. "That was close." the woman muttered, getting in a crouched position, trying to ground herself and ease her breathing.

"Someone tried to do away with me while I slept? Audacious, but foolish. Killing my guards and getting that close to me is another matter." the man huffed, glaring at the temple with resentment.

"Say what you will about that assassination attempt, but it was almost successful." the woman sighed as she got up and used her sleeve to wipe the soot away from her face. However, her beautiful outfit was a mess. The black turtleneck, the black jeans, the boots, her watch, jewellery... Everything was covered in soot and ashes.

"You saved my life. You may be some girl the monks snuck in for amusement, but I owe you my thanks." he said, looking the girl up and down, analysing her and her weird attire.

She looked at him, and said nothing for a while. She was always the kind to either be silent or, in the cases she wanted to speak, to collect her thoughts and think before letting those ideas get out of her mouth. "I'd rather you not make such obsolete assumptions." came her response, her arms crossed defensively over her chest, as she looked away, offended.

"What were you staring at? Surely, you know who I am." his rough voice came out as cold and bored.

"...Sorry, I really don't know." she muttered, not daring to look at him, yet she wasn't afraid, just uncomfortable.

"You saved me without knowing who I am? Not expecting reward or favour?" he asked, almost as if shocked by her words.

"Promise to ask for your identity card next time." she pulled her trench coat closer to her, almost as if it was her only defense mechanism available.

"So be it. I shall tell you my name. I am the man who will rule all under the sun-" he began, as the girl noticed a confident, devilish smirk growing on his face.

"Not interested." she deadpanned, turning away to look into the horizon, scanning the place for any other person... Or any clue as to where she was and what was going on.

"What?" he blinked, not expecting such a response. "You're a curious one, woman. No one's ever spoken so impudently to me before." he spoke, but she didn't even turn to look at him or acknowledge he spoke. "You intrigue me, which is almost as worthy of praise as saving my life." he let out a loud, amused laugh, and the devilish glint in his eye only glimmered brighter. Katrina merely hummed in approval, absent-minded. "I am the Lord of Azuchi Castle and the Daimyo of Owari, Nobunaga Oda."

For the first time since the beginning of the conversation, Katrina turned to properly get a look at him. Then, with concern and worry painted on her face, she turned to look back at the temple. The name 'Honno-Ji' was engraved on the gate. Putting her hand on her forehead, the woman turned her gaze back to the brunet man, looking him in the eyes with a very exhausted look. "Please don't tell me the year is 1582."

"With what purpose would I lie about the year we are in?" he asked, seeing the girl close her eyes and slap her forehead. As soon as she opened her eyes again, she let out a dejected sigh.

"Things got very problematic and complicated all of a sudden." it seemed to him that she was made to take care of 100 naughty children, that's how done with life she looked.

"What are you doing that for? I've given you my name, now it is your turn." that wicked smirk on his face grew wider. Before she got to answer, however, he took a step forward and took her chin in his hand, raising her head as he forced her to meet his dark, abyss-like eyes. "Give me your name."

"Don't do that please, it is rude." she calmly put her hand over his, taking a step backward. "My name is Hasashi Katrina." she informed him.

"Katrina, huh? An unusual name, but rather pretty." he mused at her.

"...Thank you? I will inform my mother that you thought so." she raised her eyebrow questioningly, yet looked to the side, uncomfortable. "Listen, I-... Uhm..." the girl fidgeted on her spot, biting her lip and trying to come up with a viable question, but her attempts were drowned out by a loud voice, calling out her name, along with the loud sound of a large group coming their way.

"Nevermind..." she muttered in a low, barely audible voice.

"Lord Nobunaga, you are safe!" a man dressed in white and purple, with grey hair and a calm expression, called out and rushed to their side.

At the same time, Drew, Katrina's boyfriend, hurried and pulled her roughly to his side, making her uncomfortably stumble over her own feet. "Calm down." she muttered, putting her hands over her chest to pull some distance between them. It wasn't proper to behave that way in front of people, especially strangers.

"Why are you rejecting me?!" the man was angry, and it grew more as the girl shushed him, paying attention rather to the strangers' interactions, than to him.

"Mitsunari? Why are you here? Where is Hideyoshi?" Ishida Mitsunari... Toyotomi Hideyoshi... Oh dear. No bueno.

"Lord Hideyoshi sent me ahead. He should be here shortly." then, Mitsunari looked at the raging flames dancing everywhere around the collapsed temple and frowned gravely. "We received information about an assassination attempt. It appears to have been true. I had my men search the grounds, but whoever it was had already fled. If I may ask, who is this? I saw the two of you leave the temple together."

"Katrina, present yourself to my subordinate." Nobunaga ordered simply.

"I am-" she began, only to be cut shortly by the man dressed in a dark red shirt who put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them enough for her to blink in pain and bite her lip.

"Her name is Katrina, and she is my girlfriend. I am Drew." the possessive poison in his voice made the girl want to throw herself in the nearest well and end her life from the embarrassment she was feeling.

"I'd... Rather speak for myself." she muttered after a tense silence.

"I believe I asked the woman who saved my life, not her lackey." Nobunaga's glare sent shivers through the modern man's spine, but he didn't budge. Stupid man ego.

"Please, this is on me. It was rude of me not to introduce myself first. My name is Ishida Mitsunari. I serve at the side of Lord Hideyoshi, Lord Nobunaga's right-hand man." the grey-haired man spoke with curtesy, in a gentle voice.

"It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Hasashi Katrina." the girl bowed slightly at the man as a greeting.

"I don't know who she is, but she woke me up and saw me to safety." Nobunaga informed his vassal.

"She did! I can't thank you enough for protecting our Lord's life." Mitsunari thanked the girl, who could only blush slightly from the embarrassment for having so much attention on her.

"Please, do not thank me. I did nothing worth of praises." she shook her head lightly, biting her lip.

"But what brought you here tonight?" he asked again, a bit suspicious. "You don't appear to be a nun, and your outfit is unusual. Are you from abroad?"

"Ah... You wouldn't believe me if I told you." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, trying to find some words to explain what happened.

"We're from the future." Drew spoke without thinking, which only made the girl roll her eyes and sigh loudly. "Great." she muttered, done with life.

"What?!" both the lord and the vassal exclaimed in shock at the same time.

"Can we... Have this conversation over tea or something? It's... A lot to explain." she tried to explain the situation.

"It's not so much to explain. We got stuck in a thunderstorm that made us time-travel to this point in the past. We are from 500 years in the future." the man explained simply, making his girlfriend put her hand over her forehead in disbelief.

"Quite the story-teller too, yet I've never heard such an absurd story!" Nobunaga barked a laugh.

"The smoke and tiredness from the journey must be disorienting, I'm sure. Sit down over there, try to get some fresh air. Someone will bring you a change of clothes. Once you're freshened up, you'll feel much better." the man said in a sweet voice.

"Thank you for your consideration, Mitsunari." she spoke graciously, only for the grey-haired man to take her hands in his, holding them until a soldier came up with a bundle.

And thus, a light, yellow kimono, along with an orange haori were brought for the girl, while her boyfriend was given a plain, green one. Once they were changed - Thankfully, using different tents - Mitsunari guided the two to the center of the hastely-put up camp. He then went ahead to bring them both a cup of warm water to clear their throat. The only other person around was Nobunaga, whose gaze lingered on the girl who couldn't look at him because of that. Drew's hand went over her shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he pulled her to his side. She said nothing.

In that instant, another man, with white hair and dressed in white and aquamarine, made his way to the Lord, with a concerned, yet somehow passive expression.

"Lord Nobunaga, are you alright?" this man asked, stepping in front of the brunet lord. The first thing Katrina noticed about him wasn't his snake-like smirk that followed soon after the concerned look, but the beautiful rifle that hung from his waist.

"Mitsuhide?" Nobunaga seemed surprised to see him here. The man who, in the future, is known as Nobunaga's traitor, the one who had him killed here, seems concerned in all the weirdest ways about his Lord.

"I hurried here when I heard about the attack, but it seems there was nothing for me to worry about." he spoke, the smirk gracing his features seeming more natural than the concerned one.

"You, worry? Don't make me laugh. I've never even seen you sweat." Nobunaga seemed amused and at ease around him, as if they were old friends.

As they had this exchange of words, another man, with messy chestnut hair, burst through, much louder - And he seemed more genuine in his concerns too. "Lord Nobunaga, are you alright?!" he, too, asked, in a more shouted voice.

"Hideyoshi. The only injury I suffered is to my pride in letting my assailant escape." Nobunaga's hand casually traced his sword's handle, a serious expression on his face.

"At least you're alive! And it's thanks to my girlfriend! You could be a bit more grateful, you know?" Drew glared at the Lord, making Kat hide her face in her hands in shame.

"Well, aren't you outspoken and rude?" Hideyoshi glared at the man, whose grip on the girl tightened enough for her to jolt her arm away from him and walk towards the warlords.

"Please don't mind him. My name is Hasashi Katrina, it is a pleasure meeting you." she spoke, gracing them with a bow.

"She is the one who saved my life." he spoke so casually, as if it meant nothing at this point.

"Forget it. It's nothing worthy of so much attention." her voice was calm and demure, never once wavering.

"You saved Nobunaga...? My, and you're such a slender thing. But it appears your courage makes up for it." Mitsuhide praised the girl, who could only sigh and look away, saying nothing more.

"Mitsuhide, what are you doing here?" Hideyoshi asked accusatory.

"I was wondering the same thing. I didn't know you were in Kyoto. What about the campaign?" Mitsuhide asked with a similar tone.

"When I heard about the threat on Lord Nobunaga's life, I dropped everything to come here. But I never heard anything about you being in Kyoto." came the dead pan response.

"Are you implying anything?" Mitsuhide asked with a cold sneer.

"Can you swear before our Lord you weren't plotting anything?" Hideyoshi glared at the man - They seemed like arch-nemesis.

Katrina, feeling uncomfortable with the horribly tense silence, cleared her throat and casually spoke up. "If my testimony matters for anything, the man who tried to kill Nobunaga was wearing deep purple and green robes - Not armor - and held a staff and a sword. Also, he was tall and pretty burly... And I'm pretty sure he was brunet. That's, uhm... All I was able to see through the smoke and fire. I'm sorry I can't be of more help." she spoke, only to be received with even more silence, yet now everyone was looking at her now. "I-I mean... I just think it wasn't Mitsuhide... Because his outfit is pristine clean, while my outfit was completely ruined, and he doesn't look like that man either... Uhm..." she coughed awkwardly. "Please don't fight in my presence, it makes me very uncomfortable." she crossed her arms to her chest, looking down.

"Katrina, was it? Stay out of this." Hideyoshi's harsh voice became directed towards the red haired girl, who could only remain silent. "We'll settle things with you later, and learn why you've schemed to get so close to Lord Nobunaga."

"...Sure." she simply shrugged her shoulders, not caring about any implication. "No good deed goes unpunished with you, I see." her snark towards Hideyoshi made the silver haired fox snigger.

"Enough, Hideyoshi. Regardless of what bring Mitsuhide here, I am alive and well." and with that, Hideyoshi visibly relaxed and apologised to his Lord. "Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide... And you... Whatever you name was. Give us a moment, I have something to discuss with Katrina." Nobunaga ordered the three man.

"What?! Why the hell do you want to stay alone with my girlfriend? I won't allow it!" Drew's loud and annoying voice came through, making the girl hide her face in her hands.

"Please, just... Stop making a scene. Step aside, it's just talking." she tried to make him go quiet, but he didn't. In the end, both Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide took Drew by each arm and got him out of there. "I'm very sorry about him. He, uhm... Well... Nevermind. What did you want to talk to me about?" she sighed, exhausted, yet her voice was as calm and collected as always.

"Your bold lies about coming from the future aside, you saved my life. I'm intrigued by you. You're a woman who carries fortune's favour, of that, I'm certain. You have a man by your side, yet he's not man enough to be worthy of you. How would you like to rule the world at by side?" Nobunaga's strong arm snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against his chest.

"U-Uhm... That's uhm... You're making me uncomfortable, being so close." she said after registering what was going on. She then put her hand on his arm to get him to let her go, and she stepped backwards - For the second time that day. "As I said previously, I would like to clarify the incident of us coming to this place. I... I am not a liar. I do come from a future time, yet since you do not believe us - Understandably so, might I add - I will have to show you proof of that." her voice was as mellow and collected as always. "Also... I have been alive for 25 years and I don't remember any time when I was lucky... So I hope you don't actually fool yourself into believing I'm some kind of... Lucky charm." the girl explained - And he slowly looked up to see the look on his face. He was stunned, at first, but then, he started laughing.

"One of a kind, aren't you? I hope you'll speak more in the near future. It is a pleasure listening to your voice and the eloquent and calm words you're uttering." and thus, he put his hand on her back, guiding her to the horses outside.

"Don't flatter me." she muttered with an awkward cough. "So, uhm... Do I get a horse too?"

"You will be riding with me." and thus, he effortlessly got up on his very tall black stallion.

"U-Uhm... Wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to ride by myself?" the girl asked awkwardly, fidgeting on her feet; She loved horse-riding, and although pair-riding looked awesome in movies, she couldn't imagine how it would be in real life.

"Are you a confident full-speed horse-rider? bingo.

"... I guess not. I didn't get past the trotting and slow-running lessons..." she nodded in understanding. "So, uhm... How do I get up? I only ever got up on a horse when I was by myself." she chuckled lightly and a bit nervously.

"What do you mean - Riding with that guy?!" Drew's voice echoed angrily through the place. "That's my girlfriend, she'll be riding with me!" his words and tantrum made the girl hide her face thoroughly with the long sleeved of the haori.

"Give me your hand, Katrina." peeping through the draping sleeves, she saw the man encouraging her with a smirk, as he leaned down, extending his hand towards her.

She slowly stepped towards him, only to flinch and draw away her hand as soon as her boyfriend stomped over to her, yelling some more. It was a bit of a chaos, and Hideyoshi was trying to fight with him into obeying already to reason, while Mitsuhide was mocking him. Biting her lip, she focused on tuning out every bit of external sounds and shifted her gaze toward the Lord's hand - And with a spur of firey bravery, she let her hand fall over his like a discarded flower petal - And then she found herself on the horse, pulled with one swift and fluid movement, in Nobunaga's arms.

"Holy cricket." she let out a flabbergast breath of shock as she looked up at the brunet man, not even feeling the nervousness or awkwardness, only being amazed by what just happened. "That was so cool. I thought these things were only possible in movies. I was wrong." she blinked in surprise, only to look down and cover her mouth with her sleeve, letting out a silent chuckle.

"You seem easily impressed. Are men from your life that boring?" he jabbed at her with a smirk on his face.

"A-Ah... W-Well... Uhm... I-I suppose you could say that." she stammered, not really wanting to insult anything, but she seriously doubted she ever met a man who could do that with such ease.

"What a pitiful place filled with fools!" he barked tauntingly. "I will have Mitsunari prepare room a for you and that man when we arrive to Azuchi. In the meantime, I would like to have that discussion over tea you talked about." it was more of an order than a request, but Katrina didn't mind. She didn't feel threatened by the man, at least for now.

"Alright." she nodded and tried to relax, matching her breathing with the rhythm of the horse. "Separate rooms, please." that comment made the man smirk - No woman likes obnoxious brats like him.

It was weird, sitting like that on a horse, not to mention, with someone else in the same saddle, but you get used to it fairly easy, she thought to herself as she let her mind forget about anything modern and just allowed herself to lean back into his chest and admire the rising Sun, despite the feeling of drowsiness she was feeling from everything going on. In spite of the chest armor, she felt rather comfortable in his arms like that. Yes, the rhythmic up and down almost got her hypnotised, but... She felt warm and safe right where she was.

As soon as they arrived, Nobunaga didn't wait for everyone to introduce themselves to the two new-comers. Instead, he jumped off the horse and picked the girl up with ease, like a feather, then dragged her to his room, all while instructing Mitsunari on the accommodation required.

Then, as soon as they got to his room, he took off his heavy armor and sat down in front of his desk, waiting for the servants to pour tea for the two of them. Katrina sat down opposite of him, finally letting go of the small bag she had been taking care of more than her own life, and she clutched it in her hands.

She then unclenched her fingers from around it and moved her hands gingerly around the tea cup, and let herself embrace the warm feeling going down her throat, soothing her senses, a calm smile gracing her features. Finally - She was peaceful.

"I want to hear your story and proof now. Later on, when everyone has gathered, I will have a meeting and discuss everything of importance - And that includes you and the one whose name I refuse to bother to remember." hearing him address that way to Drew, she had to look down and cover her face so she could stifle a chuckle.

"Alright, I understand. I am happy that you are willing to listen to what I have to say." she said in a soft voice, after after a few seconds of silence, she opened her bag and looked at everything she had, putting it on the table. "This is a phone, this is a phone charger, an external battery, my wallet - Along with my lip balm, money, cards, keys, chewing gum, my identity card, my driver's license... Here I have a bottle of soda... Some tissues... Ah? I forgot I had my surgical gloves and spare scalpel, scissors and forceps. Why do I still keep them here?" the girl muttered, carefully examining her own instruments.

"These contraptions look foreign. I will await explanation on their usage." he spoke patiently, picking each object with care and analysing every inch of them.

"Let's see... " and thus, with the patience and calm of a princess, she took each object in her hand and explained what they were, how they were used, what they were made of and so on. It seemed to captivate the man significantly, as he didn't want her to stop talking.

"Interesting. The future seems bright and very technologically advanced and developed. So you say, with this device, I could contact anyone from across the globe by just tapping my finger on the... Screen?" he somehow managed to find the button that lights up the phone's screen, and saw the picture of the girl speaking to him, smiling happily as she let a small, black puppy lick her face. "What is this?"

"Oh... Ahaha... Sorry, that's embarrassing. Well... Most people put their lockscreen picture as something they want to see often... And that... Well... I had a puppy. She passed away recently and I really miss her. I loved her a lot. This picture makes me tear up every time I look at it, but at the same time, it makes me smile, so I don't have the heart to change it. Although... By the time I get back home, this phone will already have its battery drained, so I won't be able to see her again until then." the girl sighed pitifully, only to shake her head and regain herself. Then, she put her finger on the unlocking sensor, showing him the wallpaper.

"People in your time value their animal companions dearly, I see." he affirmed, seeing the drastic change of expression on the girl's face. Nostalgia, pain, sorrow, but also a sweet and pure kind of love and beauty were painting her visage.

"Yes... Very often, they mean to us more than children or spouses or other family members. The beauty of having a pet dog is that it loves you unconditionally. It doesn't judge you, nor does it bring you harm, or demands anything from you. It just... Exists to bring you happiness whenever you return home after a dreadful day at work." she smiled sadly, bringing her hand to her eyes, softly tapping away the wet glimmering of forming tears from her lids with the back of her hand.

"I am sorry for your loss. The way you describe your world, it seems almost as harsh as ours. A lonely place." he noted, only for her to tilt her head just a tiny bit.

"We live in the same world, yet different eras. Humanity is still humanity, facing the same hardships as they always have, through the years, since the forming of the Earth, only it is disguised under different veils and it has different-looking layers." she turned to give him an enigmatic smile. "This picture here... It is called a wallpaper. Like the one you put on the walls in a house. It is me and my best... And only friend. We are dressed in medical outfits. It was taken when we got a job as doctors in the same hospital, and we worked together in a surgery. It was the first surgery we ever did. It was very exciting, despite the stress and tension. All the blood on us made us look as if we were serial killers, but the surgery was a great success... And we couldn't not take a picture." her smile grew a bit, a soft chuckle being heard by the Lord as he saw the girl fondly trace her fingers over the screen of the phone.

"Ha! To think such a soft Princess like you would make light of being covered in blood! Aren't you amusing?" the devilish smirk on Nobunaga's face appeared once again, only for the girl to look away and hide her smile.

"It was funny!" she tried to defend herself, only to chuckle more at the silliness of the situation. "Okay, alright. You are right, I admit. It is weird. And most people don't make fun over that... But! My sense of humour is ridiculously dark and dry, especially for my time, so don't judge me!" she said, without the least bit of malice.

"I don't judge anyone for their sense of humour or their work. Very well, Katrina, I have concluded that you are, indeed, from the future, therefor I have to continue on accordingly." as they engaged in a little more light conversation, Hideyoshi knocked on the wood and told Nobunaga that all the warlords have gathered in the meeting room - The brunet said they will come soon as well.

Extending his hand for the girl to take, he guided her to the meeting room, and she saw, somewhere in the corner, Drew was seething in anger, glaring at her. Her previous passive smile and the warmth she felt by holding the Warlord's hand were wiped, and she let the cold, unbothered facade take over again.

Nobunaga went to sit in front of his table, where the Lord should stay, and Kat was invited to sit down on the pillow opposite of the table, in front of him. Katrina stood with her back to most of the Lords, and despite feeling uncomfortable with all the attention, she kept her composure straight and demure, like a proud lioness. From the back, a commotion was heard, as someone - Unexpectedly, that being Drew - Took his pillow and went to sit uncomfortably close to the girl.

"That's my girlfriend right here, I should stay next to her and protect her. You can't have me seat away from her, nor sleep in another room!" the man complained, as the girl could only close her eyes and take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose and keeping her composure.

"Please stop making such a scene. We are not home, nor are we with people we know, therefore it's rude to complain and have a bratty behaviour with the people welcoming us with a temporary residence in their own home." she spoke elegantly, only for the man to grip her wrist tightly, using his strength to drag her up and make their way towards the exit - But Katrina snatched away her hand from his grip, shocking him, as she rubbed the reddening spot.

"You are embarrassing not only yourself, but me as well with such a tantrum - Please, stop." was all she said, giving him a look of warning, before going back to sit on the pillow as if nothing happened.

"You have a lot of nerve behaving in such a way in front of our Lord! Do you have a death wish?" Hideyoshi warned the man who was breathing heavily.

"Stupid woman." was all he could sneer under his breath, but he was ignored by everyone as Nobunaga started speaking.

"Henceforth, you will reside in this castle and give your services to me." Nobunaga spoke, as if he was reading an edict.

"How are we to serve you?" the girl merely nodded in understanding.

"However you like." he spoke, and seeing her eyes widening in confusion, he reached forwards and grasped her hand, drawing it towards him, but not enough to make her get up, like Drew did.

"Your only duty is to stay nearby. That is what I need of you. You will be my lucky charm as I unify this nation and all that lies beyond." he spoke, a smirk on his face, yet his eyes seemed cold and devoid of any kindness.

"I don't know what you see lucky in me, but... I suppose, as long as you're happy...?" she muttered, not bothering to move her hand from his grasp.

"Don't fear. You shall be known as a princess from afar and will be treated as such. Spend your days on make up, or cards and games if it suits you. And, most of all, speak up if you have anything to object or tell. Your interactions have been rather educational." as the man said that, he could see the gears of her mind working, as she was pondering over and answer. Then, she got her hand up in the sky, as if to interject something.

"I object." she exclaimed loud and clear. "I hate yellow and orange." she said, making the man blink in confusion. "My clothes." she pointed out with a playful whisper. This objection made a few of the Lords laugh, baffled by her boldness - It was Ieyasu alone, who could only huff in disbelief, and Hideyoshi who felt personally attacked.

"How dare you speak like that to Lord Nobunaga, after he so gracefully offered you a change of clothes, when your own were dirty from the fire!" Nobunaga looked at the girl who could only smile wryly and chuckle, just a bit awkwardly - Yet she still looked at him with a small, playful smile, as if she was holding back a giggle.

"I... Was joking. Nobunaga told me to object when I saw fit... And I did." she replied simply. "Although, I rest my case, I hate these two colours." she muttered, making the lords laugh more at Hideyoshi's horrified expression.

"Leave her be, Hideyoshi! It is my fault for giving her such a freedom! Her humour is outlandish, I admit, but it is not unwelcomed. Anything else you'd like to add to that objection of yours?" and with that, the girl nodded once again.

"I am a person who likes to play to her strengths, not weaknesses. I was a practicing physician in my time - Albeit, I was taking care of animals - Therefore... I would much rather like to be working as a physician here too, rather than wasting my time doing nothing. I'd go crazy if I did nothing but loaf around." she spoke, with every bit of seriousness she could muster.

"I agree with you, Katrina! I'm the same way." the man who, she learnt, was Masamune Date, had a fearless and daring smirk on his face, that she noticed as soon as she turned to look at him.

"So be it. Rather impressionable speech too, might I add. I shall appoint you as a physician then, however, apart from horses, there won't be many animals to attend to, thus you will have to take care of humans, should that be the case and need." the brunet nodded, and he took his hand back from her, his arms now crossed to his chest, pondering and looking over all the warlords.

"What an excellent idea. Katrina, I'll provide you with all the support you need to get started. Out of all of us, Ieyasu is the most well-versed in the arts of medicine, I suggest seeking some help from him as well." Mitsunari was the first to chime in.

"Hey, don't include me in your unnecessary schemes without informing me first. Besides, how could this waif be of any use to us?" the blond man, Ieyasu, grumbled with a glare.

"It's Lord Nobunaga's decision, Ieyasu, hold your tongue." Hideyoshi reproached the Tokugawa lord in an instant.

"When you see this one covered in blood from head to toe, only to see her laughing merrily, you will understand." hearing the Oda Lord say such things, Kat could only stiffen up in embarrassment.

"Nobunaga!" her calling out to him sounded more like a teased kitten whining for attention, the Lord thought. "That was... Uncalled for. You make me sound like a psychopathic serial killer, not a healer!" the girl protested, hiding her face with her hands.

"... I suppose only time will tell if we can trust her... Let alone, that one." Hideyoshi threw a shady glare towards Drew.

" Who says you have to? Just keep an eye on her. You're good at that, right? She may surprise you." Mitsuhide's slithery voice came out, as both a defense and a jab attack.

"Then, it's decided. Work hard and prove your worth to me, Kat." Nobunaga smiled triumphantly at the girl, who could only give a composed, princess-like smile and nod at him. She was struggling hard not to grin - For once, she felt... Important. Appreciated, even. She hoped this warm feeling will last forever.

"Thank you. And thank you for letting us stay here. I promise I won't let you down." she said, and the man realised she wasn't promising for her man as well. It seemed that she was getting fed up with being silenced and undermined by him, and as she saw others encouraging her to be more like her own self, she is taking small steps towards the light.

"I plan on taking good care of you." he said, his smile turning wicked for a few seconds, before it changed into a more serious one.

"As for him... I cannot bring myself to give him any trust. I'd rather him do nothing of significance around the place, nor have the liberty of being a bother. Might as well be the castle's minor caretaker. Mitsunari will give you some pointers. Dismissed."

As she was already pretty exhausted, she went to her assigned room, happy to see her bags safely delivered and, even more, cleaned of all that soot. She had a huge room - Fit for a princess, they said - And she wasn't going to complain about anything. It was beautiful, and she already had quite a variety of clothes in a chest. Everything was meticulously planned, clearly by Mitsunari, so she needed only to lay down on the futon and let sleep take over her, without any of the world's worries on her shoulders anymore.

She left peacefully.

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Intertwined Destinies

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x Noora (fem!reader)

Part IIIIIII (7): Matter of time

Summary: You, Eleonoora Lintu, born in Finland were forced to be taken away due to the war. However, you thought your life would be miserable and full of despair until a military man gets full custody of you and you meet your childhood sweetheart, Simon Riley. You two become best friends, both of you living a miserable life. That is until you get taken away by Finnish soldiers, separating you and your best friend. It’s been over 20 years until the two of you meet again. Now being adults, you have much more than friendship in mind

Cw! Blood, mild violence, cruelty, pregnancy, mentions of su!cide, reader is called Noora, happy ending :)

It’s been a week since Leo died. It’s been a long week filled with different kinds of emotions that were bottled up then spit out until they became unbearable. You still don’t understand that Leo’s no more and that he’ll never return, you never expected to feel this empty, to miss him like crazy and that it all hurt all the same. And you don’t know how many sleepless nights have gone while you couldn’t stop thinking of the different kind of outcomes. What if you never rejected Leo, would he still be alive now? If you rushed to him and grabbed him before he could make the jump. It all echoed in your mind and bounced between your conscious and well being. This was changing you, but only for a while.

Simon had been with you through it all. Through the pain and grief, holding you close to him whenever you broke down, making love passionately in the middle of the night and cuddling you all throughout. It’s been comforting, it’s been healing for you. You’re slowly forgetting the immense loss and despair, for it to evolve into all but a bad memory and a heartbreak. Simon made sure to remind you that it wasn’t your fault and that you shouldn’t blame yourself for it, which you finally believed in after a while, when you had moved on.

Simon nagged at you for share his apartment when you were off duty with him as yours were in Finland, making you sort of homeless. You agreed with him, and Simon couldn’t help but let a genuine smile flicker across his face as he was excited to share his apartment with you, living far away from base and danger. Just living like civilians for once, for a very few occasions.

When you first entered his apartment, you stared in shock by how clean and perfectly organised was. And the fact that it felt really homely and cosy was not what you expected from Simon. Simon couldn’t wait for a second before he carried you towards the bed, engaging in sex with you with you happily obliged to. The sheets were sticking to the both yous bodies with the sweat as glue. You felt Simon’s huge arms holding you tight against him and you could hear him snore into your scalp, which made you giggle silently before shutting your eyes to succumb to sleep.

Simon had woken up before you, gently removing his arms from you, giving you a kiss on the temple before he got dressed. He made breakfast and ate, saving the leftovers for you to eat when you would wake up, he wrote a note that said that he was in town for groceries and would be back soon and put it right on the counter, putting a tissue holder behind it to angle it up towards the bedroom. Then he grabbed his car keys and drove into town.

He had gotten the groceries before he passed a jewellery shop, which caused him to abruptly stop in the middle of the trottoir, staring at the shop window. Simon walked into the shop after he had left the grocery bags in the car to give him free hands. He gazed around the shop before spotting the engagement ring section which really set him in a stupor. Simon wanted to marry you and build a family with you, he loved you so much it almost ached - in a good way. He pictured you in a beautiful wedding dress, walking down the aisle to him with a big smile that he returned. Then the priest naming you husband and wife, that would be the best line in his whole world. Getting to call you his wife and wearing matching rings that indicated that you were married to Simon, and that you’re his and he’s yours. Oh gosh, how he ached to be married to you while you’re carrying his child.

Even if children were a painful reminder of his nephew ,Joseph, his dead brother’s son, he wanted one. He wanted to breed a child with you, he wondered which features of the two of you your child would get. But the thought of you carrying his child made his heart swell with both happiness and longing, longing to hold a child again. But also the thought of your breasts swelling with milk made him shamelessly harden right in the jewellery shop. Simon pictured him caressing your pregnant belly while lying in bed, when he’s playing with your child and hearing the laughter from it, when you take family pictures together and how the child’s room would look, how it would be decorated. If it would be decorated with unicorns or dinosaurs, pink or blue, dollhouses or cars. It was only when the shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder, he was pulled out of the stupor and into the reality. The reality of you neither being married or have a child.

Meanwhile, you woke up. You sensed the cold sheets beside you that were usually warmed by Simon, you felt a little tense knowing he wasn’t beside you. But you couldn’t think when you suddenly felt ill and nauseous. Your throat tightened uncomfortably and your stomach rumbled like crazy, you hurriedly towards the toilet. Pulling up the seats, before puking into the toilet bowl. Your knees were sore by sitting there for about ten minutes while you were puking a lot. When the nausea had quieted down a bit, you flushed the toilet and slammed it shut before making your way into the kitchen. You read the note on the counter with a sigh of relief, but it didn’t stop the worrying about your sudden nausea.

You ate the leftovers that Simon had left for you, surprising you with his excellent cooking skills -even though it was just a toast with scrambled eggs and bacon on the side. You heard the door click and you’re met with Simon’s huge figure with grocery bags taking up his hands. Simon placed them on the kitchen counter before pulling you into a long, gentle kiss.

“Good morning, Simon. You’re out early” You teased while taking the last bite of the toast.

“Just felt it was time to fill up the fridge” Simon said as he began unpacking the groceries.

“What’s that?” You said curiously while pointing at a red velvet box that were half visible as it was placed behind a grocery bag. Simon quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in his pocket.

“Just trash……I forgot to throw” Simon said defensively. He seemed a little tense than usual, you thought to yourself.

You just shrugged it off and cleaned of the dishes and placing them back into the cabinets. You felt the nausea coming back again, you carefully placed the plate back in the cabinet. You put your hand above your mouth and gagged. Simon looked worried as he stopped unpacking the groceries to focus on you.

“What’s wrong?…..love?” Simon asked, the worry being obvious.

But before you could answer, you hurried back into the bathroom to puke into the toilet bowl again and Simon ran after you. He held your hair while you threw up and offered some affirmations in order to soothe you of your anxious.

“Have you gotten sick?” Simon asked while looking puzzled.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s been like this since I woke up” You panted before going through another round of puking.

Simon questioned himself and tried to put the pieces together. It couldn’t be a flu or an infection. Confused and desperate, Simon pulled out his phone with one hand while the other continued to hold onto your hair. He called his mate that worked in the infirmary at base, searching for the answers there.

“This is Ghost. I need your help, mate. It’s about Noora, she’s sick”

“Hey, ghost. Could you maybe explain what’s wrong with her so I can paint a picture?”

“She’s vomiting nonstop and she said she feels very nauseous. Is this a flu or some other contagious shit?”

“Hmmm, when did she last have her period?”

“What? How am I supposed-“ Simon shifted to you.

“Noora, when did you last have your period?”

“It’s been two months since I’ve got it” You said after doing some thinking.

“Two months” Simon repeated.

“Anything else wrong?”

Simon repeated the nurse’s question to you and you had to think thoroughly again which was impossible, because of the nausea and the brutal fatigue that fogged your mind.

“I’m not sure….I keep getting heartburn and my skin itches sometimes” You said which Simon repeated.

“Let me talk with my colleagues and I’ll call you back soon. They are more of an expert than I am and I’m sure they can clarify my suspicions”

“Suspicions?” Simon repeated in confusion.

“Well, to me, these are symptoms of pregnancy, but I’ll need my colleagues to clarify if I’m correct”

As soon as those words entered his ear and got processed by his brain, a huge smile popped up on his face. His heart started beating in a rapid pace, his heart was beating with hope. If he was lucky, then one of his dreams were about to come true. But he was trying not to get his hopes up high yet, but he kept on praying and hoping that you were carrying his child. And as soon as he hung up on the nurse, he was impatient. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days.

And as soon as the ring signal went off, Simon rushed to pick up, which gave him more adrenaline than the battlefield.

“Congratulations, Simon, you’re going to be a dad”

Simon couldn’t believe those words. It all felt untrue, it all felt like a dream and his smile was close to cracking his face open. He was going to be a dad, he was going to have a child with you, the person he loved more than anything, even his military life. But he bought a pregnancy test just to be sure that he’s not being met with false hope. And when the test came out positive, he couldn’t help but hug you and kiss you to death. He couldn’t help himself, since the happiness took its tolls on him and made him out of control. But Simon was also scared. Scared that he’ll fuck up like his father did, scared that he’ll be a bad dad. The feeling of both uncertainty and undeniable happiness was suffocating him, more than he’d like. But he was going to keep it cool, for your sake.

You were also happy. You’re carrying the child of the person you loved the most in the whole world. And every time you and Simon bought gender neutral baby clothes, you couldn’t help but shed smiles in adoration to the small baby clothes. Simon struggled with building the baby crib and he cursed out of frustration which you giggled to. You went to ultra sound and saw the little baby that was forming inside of your stomach, you and Simon cried happy tears staring at the screen while held your hand. The bump on your stomach grew bigger and bigger and Simon loved placing his ears against your stomach to feel the small kicks from your belly. He even gave kisses to the stomach while talking to the child inside and you giggling.

When the child was big enough to determine which gender it is, you found out that you and Simon were having a baby boy. You and Simon were discussing names, he wanted to name your child ‘Alex’ while you wanted to name him ‘Joel’ it was a huge dilemma but you two settled for ‘Joel’ at last.

You were eight months pregnant, until you got called back to base by Price. The mission was reaching its end and there was one last move needed so he gathered all of the people. You were anxious about going back to the military while being highly pregnant, so was Simon. But you were going to put up with it anyways. Simon promised to retire from the military after the mission, allowing you two living a safe and civilian life, and being able to raise your baby.

The mission was going smoothly, than any of you thought. Despite being in love and pregnant, you still had that fire in you. The fire that yet burned strong, the sisu in you. You were going to fight, for your unborn child and beloved Simon. You finally saw sense when your mom had told you while you were in a coma to let people in and that love is what makes you stronger. Damn right, she was right. You felt a different kind of strength in you. You were now fighting for love and your future, instead of blood and destruction. The ice cold shell that were once burying your heart, had melted and drained away, now your heart was breathing and beating freely as it pleased.

You could finally breathe out in relief and relax your tensed muscles as the mission finally ended in success. The whole base noticed your large bump that was the proof of your pregnancy. They all congratulated you and Simon. Soap and Gaz loved talking to the bump and feel as unborn Joel kicked against their hands, making them laugh out.

“He got the same fire in his belly as his momma” Soap laughed as you did the same.

You entered the captain’s office with Simon to confirm your retirement and he instantly reacted to the large bump on your stomach as he stood up from his chair. But you recognised the captain a bit, now that you weren’t lying to yourself anymore. You took a good look at every inch of his features. It was David’s, your dad, your first ever dad. You teared up.

“Me and my girl wants to retire from the military, I’m sure you can see why” Simon said while caressing your large bump.

“I-uhm. Of course, that’s fine..” Captain David’s said while rummaging through his desk, then shelves to pull out two papers.

“You’ll need to sign these”

Simon and you signed the papers before turning to leave, but you stopped to look back at the captain.

“Dad?” You said, that caused a strong reaction from the captain as he instantly started shedding tears and you instantly understood that it was what he was to you before, that’s the spot he had in your heart before.

“My child, I’ve missed being a dad to you” David’s said before pulling you into a hug, which you returned with now tears shedding on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being heartless towards you. I’ve missed having a dad” You said while crying into your dad’s shirt.

You pulled away, grabbing his hand to place on your bump. He could feel the small little kicks.

“That’s is your grandson” You said.

“I’ll- I’ll be a grandpa, oh gods”

“But a great one. Me and Simon will visit base as often as we can so you can meet little Joel” You said while giving your dad a reassuring squeeze on his hand on your bump, before pulling away and offering a smile.

“I’ll see you soon again, dad” You said while walking out.

David’s felt whole again, like his heart was being plastered together again. He was not only getting to be a dad again, but also a grandpa. He couldn’t be any more happier and he’s excited for the little boy’s arrival into the world. But he got his daughter back and that was all he ever asked for.

Your water broke so Simon speed drove through red lights and traffic. You gave birth to baby Joel and both you and Simon cried tears of happiness. Simon didn’t wanna hold baby Joel as he was scared that he was going to break him. Baby Joel reminded you somewhat of Simon, he’s inherited Simon’s chocolate brown eyes and blonde hair, while baby Joel inherited some of your facial features. He was the perfect mixture between you and Simon. You fed baby Joel to ease his hunger and it felt strange, that your son was finally here in your arms. But the happiness you felt was incomparable to everything else.

“Simon, do you wanna hold him?” You asked, exhaustion causing your eyes to close and open, your voice low.

“I-I dont think I should. I don’t wanna break him”

“You won’t, come here. I’ll show you how to hold him” Simon walked closer to you and gently put his hands under Joel, ready to lift him up but still unsure how.

“One hand is supporting Joel’s head and the other hand on his back. When you’ve got him in your arms, wrap him inside of them, make sure it’s not too tight” You said and Simon slowly and gently followed your instructions.

Simon held baby Joel in his arms for the first time. Simon couldn’t believe it, that his son was finally here. He stared at Joel’s face, seeing he got his daddy’s eyes and hair colour and mommy’s facial features mixed with his own. Simon is happy, unbelievably happy, he’s never been this happy in his life, not since he held Joseph, his nephew.

Simon sat down with baby Joel in his arms on a chair, very close to your hospital bed. You looked at both of them with adoration, the way Simon smiled and almost cried again and the way baby Joel was on the verge of falling asleep in Simon’s arms. Simon gained confidence and proudly cradled your son in his arms. A little while after baby Joel fell asleep in Simon’s arms and you could see the way Simon admired Joel’s cute sleeping face and small light snores.

“He’s perfect” Simon said, on the verge of tears as the happiness was too immense. He lowered his face to kiss Joel’s round cheeks. You smiled at them, but you got tired and drifted off soon after. You dreamt sweet dreams, for once.

Baby Joel was born one month ago, but for you and Simon it felt like it was yesterday. You two couldn’t believe that your son was growing up so fast. You brought baby Joel to base so he could visit your dad, like you promised, but also your friends. Soap insisted on holding baby Joel while you were catching up with everyone else, which you and Simon obliged to. Soap was after all signed as Joel’s godfather, because he was Simon’s closest friend.

“What a handsome lass you are” Soap giggled as he tickled Joel on his stomach, which made Joel burst out laughing. Baby Joel’s laughter got everyone staring in adoration, like puppies at him, but Joel enjoyed the attention.

Your dad also got to hold baby Joel and he couldn’t believe that he’s now a grandpa too, it was all he could ever ask for.

“He’s the perfect mixture of you and Simon” Your dad said in admiration.

“He definitely is, but he’s got the fire in the belly like his momma” Simon giggled.

“Yeah, but he’s got his daddy’s temper” You giggled.

The reunion was interrupted when someone burst into the room with panic.

“Captain Silvester is here!” He screamed.

You felt a knot in your stomach. It’s your captain, Finnish captain. He’s probably here to collect his soldiers, but you wouldn’t let him take you away. You gave baby Joel to Gaz, telling him to keep Joel with him somewhere safe and secluded in case, as you, Simon, your dad and Soap headed outside to meet Captain Silvester. You clenched your fists as soon as you laid eyes on his face as he walked out from the aviation with six other soldiers tailing behind him.

“Noora, we’ve come for you and Leo and you David’s, we have a deal, lend us the money” He said with a smug look that disgusted you. His eyes were searching around you for Leo.

“Where’s that dammed idiot? Is he dead yet?” Captain laughed mockingly.

He crossed the line. Of course he wouldn’t care about Leo if he’s dead. All he was here for was the money. But this could be your chance to sever your part in his military. You’ve learned the hard way of what cruelty and loneliness does to a person, what it did to Leo. How it ate from him, how it killed him.

“Yes….he’s dead and it’s all because of your shitty rules ‘vulnerability is weakness’ my ass!” You lashed out at him, facing his shocked expression at your rebellion.

“You serve ME and you address me as Captain and you obey my rules”

“You don’t deserve it, you’re a heartless and cruel man. You think you’re a god amongst the soldiers, a fallen saint, but all you are is a pathetic man who’s never felt anything besides arrogance. Do you know why a huge amount of your soldiers die so often? It’s because they don’t wanna live anymore!They don’t wanna live a life that’s miserable, that puts them through and endless cycle of suffering. Because of you!”

You’re doing this for Leo and for Silvester’s soldiers, giving them time to rethink their choices, making them open their eyes. You can see their terrified faces, you can sense that they see sense in your words and that it scares them. Just one more push and they’ll leave Silvester.

“Excuse me! We strive for a future, and love weakens a person. Love is what gets you killed” Silvester said, almost tearing up. He knows that you’re right, but he’s in a deep state of denial. He can’t handle the truth, neither the immense guilt that he’s been killing his soldiers for so long.

“You’re wrong. Love is what makes you stronger, love is what keeps you fighting, love is what gives you a meaning to live” You could see the soldiers faces flicker with realisation, they know exactly what you mean and they understand that it’s what they want. A meaning, a fighting will.

“You’re selfish because you’re killing your own soldiers for your own benefits, that’s not fitting of a Captain. That’s not worthy of respect”

Silvester’s face changed from uncertainty to anger. He was angry at your words, that you spoke of the harsh truth that he’s been shoving away.

“Soldiers, kill them quickly” Silvester ordered.

Simon instantly pulled you close to him so he could protect you, afraid for your safety, more than his own. A fear flickered on your face as you suddenly thought about Joel. What will happen to him if you die? Will he be safe with Gaz if they started shooting?

Your worries eased a little as you saw the soldiers that stood before you falter. They didn’t raise their guns, neither touch them. They didn’t wanna use them, they didn’t wanna kill. They didn’t wanna be as cruel and ruthless like Silvester. Silvester looked angrily at them.

“Fire! What the hell are you waiting for?” He screamed, but they didn’t oblige to his command and he grew impatient.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself” He said, reloading a gun and aimed at you before a loud shot was heard and he fell limp against the ground revealing one of his soldiers holding a gun.

Blood pooled around him, painting the grass red. His lungs were gasping after air. But before he could grab his gun that laid beside him, a foot tramped on his hand to prevent him from reaching any further, causing him to scream out in pain. It was the same man who shot him. The man was fuming with anger.

“This is for my little sister who died because of you!” The man screamed and fired a last bullet at Silvester’s head, ending his life quickly. The man then turned his attention to you, giving you a nod that contained of gratitude and respect, which you returned as the man saved your life.

“What happens now? Who will we serve?” A woman from the back asked. She sounded concerned, but also excited.

You watched in relief as the soldiers ripped of their emotionless, cruel mask and became vulnerable, proudly doing it. You also felt relief that Silvester was dead and there wasn’t going to be any demonstrations to how cruel he could be. You sigh in relief and hug Simon tightly.

“You can join me. I will return your respect, I will care for your wellbeing and you can love just anyone you want. Vulnerability has no limits here” Your dad spoke up while approaching them, shaking their hands.

“You can call me David’s”

“I’ll happily join you then, David’s” The man smiled and the others screamed out ‘me too’

David’s happily took in all of the six and their wellbeing suddenly increased by this interaction. It warmed your heart that you could save them and that they already felt happiness. David’s really needed more people in his team and they were all trained with different skills and proficiencies that would come handy. Simon gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, love. You’re a hero” Simon said.

You smiled up at him “Let’s go get our Joel”

One day, you had put Joel to sleep in his crib and you went down to take care of the dishes. Simon had a plan, one that you were unaware of. He sneaked behind you like a phantom thinking you didn’t notice him as you were standing at the sink with your back facing him.

“What are you up to? I know you’re there” You giggled as you turned around to meet his displeased look.

“Why are you always so damn perceptive” He scoffed and you laughed.

“That’s what the military does to you” You offered him a genuine smile, that kind that shoots through your heart like a Cupid with an arrow.

You finished the dishes and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. But suddenly, Simon kneels on the floor, making you confused at first.

“Simon, what are y-“ You started before he pulled out that velvet red box you saw months ago. Your mind changed from confused to excited in an instant. Simon opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring inside that almost blinded you with its shine. Your heart beat sped up as Simon gently held on of your hands and the box in another.

“Noora…” He started before coughing to ease the lump of nervousness in his throat “Will you be mine forever and all that kind of shit?”

You laughed with excitement “Stupid, I was already yours years ago”

Simon’s face filled with hope and joy as he stared with his brown eyes into yours that shined like stars in a night sky. He drowned in yours, leaving his mouth wide open, unable to speak. He’s floating in space.

“But yes, I’ll marry you, Simon” You said while jumping up and down while holding his hand. But he was unresponsive and it was funny. He didn’t move at all, he was a statue.

“Simon, I call you from earth” You teased, but nothing happened, so you had to take matters into your own hands.

You kissed him passionately and he came down to earth again, giving in, but taking the lead - again. When you felt that he was conscious again, you pulled away and Simon wasted no time in sliding the ring on your finger and standing up again. He scooped you up in his arms as he smiled widely, like his face would crack. He started walking with you in his arms.

“Where are you taking us?” You asked.

“We’re going to try for a daughter, wife” Simon said bluntly, leaving you amazed that he called you wife despite you two only being fiancés.

“But we’re not married ye-“ You said before Simon cut you off.

“Hush, wife, you’re spoiling the fun” Simon teased and you scoffed.

“We can’t even, not when Joel’s sleeping in the same room”

“I always prepare. That’s what the military does to you” Simon teased as he pulled you into a room that had rose petals scattered all around and lit candles - in the bathroom. You and Simon literally had sex in the bathtub, against the cold porcelain. You two could barely fit in the bathtub together as Simon’s large as build was too big to fit you both. You had to literally sit on his lap while grinding against him as it was impossible to lay down. Simon peppered you with marks, from your neck to chest as you grind on his hard cock.

Few weeks later the pregnancy test was positive. You were pregnant with your second child and this time it was a girl you were expecting. You and Simon agreed to name the baby girl after your dead mom, which healed you in some way.

You and Simon got married a year later at base. One year old Joel was running around in his small tuxedo while you held your baby girl in your arms. Soap, Gaz and Price were Simon’s best men as he couldn’t choose one. Your dad was the one to walk you down the aisle, proud of his daughter and proud of his two grand-babies. And as soon as the priest pronounced you and Simon husband and wife, Simon pulled you into a long passionate kiss, not giving a damn about how long it took for him to let go. You happily obliged, now being the happiest woman alive. Simon being the happiest man alive.

The end (thank you for reading my first series. It means a lot. Love u 💙

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