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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Meet the Mikaelsons

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson Reader

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Part 2 of 4: Part One

Summary: The engagement is official! You and your new fiance, Enzo, travel down to the spot of the big day; New Orleans. With wedding plans already in mind, your announcement to your family goes much better than Enzo expected. Now all he has to do is survive your brothers until the ceremony.

Note: This might be my favorite chapter to write for the fact that I get to come up with the Mikaelsons’ reaction to the reader getting married. Especially to Enzo. Plus some Klaus drama and precious Elijah? My cup of tea, and I hope that it is yours as well! (Repost: I forgot how much I love writing Elijah and Klaus! Reading this made me so nostalgic. I know that Vampire Diaries/Originals doesn’t get read as much anymore, but I really hope there are some of you out there that love them as much as I do.)

Road trips with Enzo were always some of your favorite memories. Whether it was belting to the music on the radio or just riding in silence, listening to each other’s breathing move along with the hum of the engine, they always managed to bring a smile to your face, as well as his.

But the buzz of the road died as soon as your bags hit the sidewalk outside the compound. The city sounds fell deaf on your ears, turned off by the sound of your heartbeat. The last time you were here, it was to scatter the ashes of your oldest brother Finn. Enzo had helped numb the ache that came from missing your siblings, but now, standing merely feet away from seeing them again, the feeling was almost unbearable. Excitement and worry mixed within you to the point that it was suffocating. Seeing the look on your face, Enzo gently grabbed your hand and gave you a small smile.

“It’s alright love.” He slowly led you into the entrance. You gripped the bars of the gate and looked around inside.

“Freya?” You called into the courtyard. At first, there was just that still silence, but then the clicking of footsteps cut through the quiet. The oldest Mikaelson came into your view, curiosity spread across her features.

“Y/N?” She shrieked excitedly. With a wave of her hand, the gate opened and you were captured in your sister’s embrace. She pulled you further into the compound, but you stopped her.

“Um, I brought a guest.” You stepped to the side, revealing the terrified vampire behind you. Enzo waved awkwardly, waiting to be invited inside. Freya watched him cautiously.

“Come in.” She said slowly. He stepped across the threshold and laced his fingers through yours again. You ignored her skeptical glances at your fiance and pulled her into your arms.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You breathed into her blonde hair. It was shorter than it was the last time you last saw her. Tears welled in your eyes, taking in every sound of the compound, filling your head with them. You were home.

Freya stepped away from you.

“I’ve missed you too, little sister.” She smiled brightly at you, then turned her attention to Enzo. “And who, may I ask, is this?” He started to introduce himself, but yet another voice cut him off.

“Y/N!” Rebekah sped over to you and nearly tackled you to the ground with an infamous bear hug. “You know it’s rude to visit without calling us first.” She scolded playfully.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” You laughed. There was a light murmur coming from upstairs. Three people in a deep conversation. “And the boys are arguing, no doubt?” She smirked.

“They won’t be once they see that you’re here.” You placed a hand on your younger sister’s face.

“When has that ever stopped them before?” You snickered. Like Freya, her eyes fell on Enzo, her head cocking to the side.

“And who might this heartbreaker be?” She asked. Enzo put on his dashing grin and bowed.

“Lorenzo St. John. Friends call me Enzo.” He greeted. You couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. He was quite the charmer. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Rebekah shook his hand. Enzo tried not to wince at her incredibly strong grip.

“I’ve heard about you, Enzo. I have some friends back in Mystic Falls, and they tell me that you’re a troublemaker.” Rebekah stepped closer to him, her expression a dare for him to retaliate and give her a reason to tear him to pieces. He chuckled.

“Yes well, from what I’ve been told, I should fit right in here.” Rebekah raised an eyebrow at his confidence. You snickered. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Fair enough’ and sat down on the sofa. Enzo whispered. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“She wasn’t the one you needed to worry about.”

Your eyes darted upsards as your three brothers emerged from the room above you, looking down into the courtyard, their expressions menacingly serious. Your heart was beating faster than you could speed up the stairs and into Elijah’s waiting arms.

“Elijah! How I’ve missed you.” The tears were openly streaming down your face as he held the back of your head in his hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around you. Behind him, someone coughed in annoyance. The two of you pulled away.

“No, no, continue.” Kol crossed his arms in a dramatic fashion. “It’s not like I’m her twin brother or anything…” Laughing through your tears of happiness, you ruffled Kol’s hair and hugged him as well.

“Are you ready to cause mischief for our siblings?” You challenged, your twin grinning maniacally.

“Always, dear sister.” He cheered. You turned to greet the third brother, but Klaus was still staring down into the courtyard at a semi-nervous Enzo.

“How rude of you Y/N, to not introduce us to our new guest.” Klaus turned to you, eyebrows raised and hands clasped behind his back. You placed a loving kiss on his cheek.

“I missed you too, Nik.” You leaped over the railing, landing gracefully on your feet. You wrapped your arm around Enzo. “Everyone, this is Enzo.” A deep breath filled you with confidence as you looked up at your brothers. “We are engaged.”

At first there was a shocked silence, but to everyone’s surprise, Klaus’ laughter rang through the compound.

“No you’re not.” He grinned wildly at the two of you and poured himself a drink.

“Yes we are, Nik.” You scoffed. He shook his head, still chuckling deeply. “What? Why is that such an impossible thought?”

“Because I know you, Y/N. You’re not exactly the type to chain yourself to one person for eternity. Especially not someone you met in dreary Mystic Falls.”

“Well I think we both know that people in Mystic Falls can be quite charming. Isn’t that right, Klaus?” You snapped. His face went red. You knew very well about his infatuation with Caroline. Elijah shifted uncomfortably, keeping his eyes solely on you. Kol jumped down to join you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“This calls for celebration! Not only has the prodigal sister returned, she has brought a new member to the family. I say we all head to Rousseau's for a drink.” He proposed, but the rest of the family wasn’t as sure.

“You don’t care what is going on as long as it means a round of drinks, do you?” Rebekah snapped at her wily older brother. She turned to you, and her scowl slowly spread into a smile. “But I suppose a wedding wouldn’t be such a bad idea…” You squealed with excitement and pulled her into another bear hug. “What can I say; I’m a hopeless romantic.” You pulled away and shot Enzo a look as if to say ‘I told you’. Elijah slowly walked down the stairs, not saying a word, his expression unreadable.

“Eli?” You stepped towards him cautiously. Of all of your siblings, you wanted his approval the most. Of course, you wanted everyone to love Enzo as much as you did, but Elijah was different. He would hide his true feelings if it meant pleasing everyone else. You just wanted him to be deeply and truly happy for you. After a moment of your stares, he finally smirked and shrugged his shoulders. He took your face in his hands and softly kissed your forehead with a small smile.

“I’m just happy you’re home.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around your big brother’s neck. He chuckled and shot Klaus a warning glance over your shoulder. He held up his hands innocently with a coy smile.

“What do you say…” Klaus was off of the balcony and in front of him in a blink. “Enzo?” He questioned, taking a step towards the much younger vampire. Through his nerves, Enzo smiled back, flashing his teeth.

“Drinks on me.”

After a round of bourbon and whiskey, the whole family settled back to the compound for the night, with you and Enzo taking your usual room. You flopped down onto the bed, giggling like a little schoolgirl. Enzo laid down next to you, grinning at your happiness.

“I can’t believe I’m home!” You sighed merrily. Enzo played with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger.

“I can definitely see that I have my work cut out for me.” He smirked. You bit your lip.

“You hate them, don’t you.” You pouted, running your fingers through your hair. “I know that they can be difficult and dramatic but-”

“I don’t hate your family.” Enzo interrupted, his deep laugh sending waves through you. “I just don’t think they like me very much.”

“They’ll learn to love you, I promise.” You pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. “I’m just worried Klaus won’t let them have the chance.”

“So am I.” He muttered. A knock at the door alerted you both. You scrambled away from your fiancé.

“Come in!” You shouted and the knob turned. Elijah stepped into the room and you could practically feel Enzo’s relief. Elijah sensed his nervousness as well and smirked.

“I hope that you are feeling at home, Lorenzo. I know that we can be…difficult to adjust to.” He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, like he had some great matter to discuss. “Y/N, I was wondering if I could have a word with you before you settled in for the night.”

“Uh, yeah.” You said, feeling slightly skeptical. Enzo shook his head frantically, worrying that this may be a plot to get him in the room alone so that Klaus could pounce. You shot him a glare before following your brother into the library down the hall.

“I see that your fiancé isn’t quite used to Niklaus’ hospitality.” Elijah chuckled. You cringed.

“Yeah… I think they just need a little time.”

“I believe a few decades will do.” He noted with a smile. The two of you laughed. His expression became serious. “Y/N, I am not going to try and change your mind about marrying Lorenzo.” You opened your mouth to object, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand. “I just hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“I’ve lived for a thousand years, Eli. I think I know that marriages can be difficult.” You scoffed. Elijah sighed.

“That is not what I meant.” He watched you intensely. “You are bringing him into our family. Our enemies will become his. Lorenzo is much more vulnerable than you and I. He can be killed just as easily as any other vampire.”

“Enzo knows all of this. And he can handle himself.” You protested. “Besides, we will be there to protect him.” Elijah put a hand on your shoulder.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N. I truly do.” He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to get his point across. “I simply don’t want to see you lose Lorenzo the way Hayley lost Jackson.” You remembered the day that Hayley called you to tell you that Jackson had been killed. You had grown close to the kind werewolf, and finding out about his death had been crushing.

“You’re right.” You sighed, closing your eyes so you weren’t looking into your brother’s concerned stare anymore. “I hadn’t even really thought of the danger I would be putting him in....” You blew out a long frustrated breath. “Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean, what was I really thinking? That I could just force him into our family? I thought that it would fix everything but maybe I just wanted to rush into this so he couldn’t run away. Maybe I should just call everything off. Let him find someone who’s rivalries don’t extend back to the 12th century.” You ranted until you were out of breath.

He was right, of course. Your noble big brother was always right. Enzo didn’t just have Klaus to worry about, though he was certainly a big enough problem on his own. Your panic was evident and you started to pace. Elijah grabbed your arms and forced you to look at him again.

“Y/N, do you love him?” He questioned, taking you off guard.

“What?”

“It is a simple question, dear sister.” He laughed. “Do you love Lorenzo?” You took a deep breath.

“Of course I love him, Elijah. I asked him to marry me!” You exclaimed. “But-”

“Marry him.” He interrupted. “If there is one thing I have learned from loving Hayley, it is that we never know which day could be our last together. I wake up everyday knowing that I could lose her. But when I see her next to me, I realize that we must cherish what we have instead of living in the fear of losing it.” He placed a caring hand on your cheek.

“Is this your way giving me your blessing?” You asked, feeling slightly confused.

“I suppose you could call it that.” He smirked and you nearly tackled him in a hug. You pulled away.

“There is one more thing I need you to do.” You bit your lip anxiously. “Make sure that Nik doesn’t make a massacre of my future husband?”

“I’ll do my best.” Elijah snickered. “And do make sure he doesn’t do anything to aggravate Niklaus.”

“Klaus would be more infuriated if he didn’t put up a fight.” You grinned and started out of the library door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Elijah called back. “And do keep the noise down. We do all have enhanced hearing, remember?”

You laughed as you raced back down the hall into your room. Enzo was pacing in front of the bed, nerves clearly still on edge. When he saw you, his eyes immediately went wide.

“What did he-” He started, but he was quickly interrupted by your ecstatic kiss, knocking him over onto the bed. He pushed you back, surprised by your sudden enthusiasm. “Y/N, what did your brother say?”

“We’re going to be married!” You squealed, coming in for another kiss.

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aitarose · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU STOLEN WEDDING MOMENTS

iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, akaashi keiji

notes: i binged a whole ass netflix show this morning and was like ‘omg i should probably write something today’ and for some reason i was in a wedding mood so here this is! i love all of these men and omg these are so cute like I WANT THIS AJDSKL

IWAIZUMI HAJIME would be the guy that’d walk down the aisle, hand-in-hand with the little flower girl—leading her through the crowd and helping her toss pink and red rose petals across the scattered floor, encouraging her to smile and wave to your friends and family—you getting a little peak at the sight from around the corner, confirming your suspicions that you were marrying the greatest man in the entire world.

there was a sense of joy at the sight of him, a feeling that always seemed to arise in your heart whenever hajime was around. that warmth and security that he managed to bring in times of stress of nerves—just as you were feeling now, being miraculously calmed at the sound of his laugh, look of light in his eyes, radiating love pouring from his heart.

he was an amazing man, one who continuously lived in another’s shadow, yet had such a great mind of his own—a mind that you had never failed to appreciate and care for. seeing him now, holding the dainty hand of your little sister, beaming at her as she giggled with large roses tucked in the braids of her hair—you’d never been more certain that this was the best decision of your entire life—marrying him.

a feeling of pride came over you, secretly watching whilst he lifted her off of her feet, resting her bum on his hip and laughing loudly as she dumped the remainder of the petals on his head rather than the wooden floor. though you couldn’t hear what he’d said, there was no doubt that he was happy, that he didn’t mind the fact that there were sparse leaves stuck to his suit or seeds in his hair—nothing could erase the presence of completeness he’d come to know, all thanks to you.

straightening the fabric of your wedding attire, you took a deep breath, hearing the cue of the music you’d chosen together—signifying that it was your time to meet him at the end of the aisle, at the end of the line between for now and forever. as you bit your lips, taking your very first step into the eyes of the people, hajime’s eyes met yours. there was no fear in his gaze, no troubles or worries, just pure love and certainty.

as your feet moved beneath you, autonomously walking past the awed crowd, stepping on top of the surviving petals, his stare never left yours—ensuring that everything would be alright, that this forever would be perfect as long as you were together. taking your hands in his, listening as the officiant began to speak their lines, a faint smile grew beneath his tear-filled eyes, three heavy words flowing from his tongue—”i love you”.

MIYA OSAMU would be the perfect groom, the whole day going swimmingly from start to finish, nothing out of place or setting—only to end up sticking a piece of his own cake into your face, covering your nose in frosting and laughing at the shock in your expression, later getting some payback of his own in the form of a two-person food fight—attire aside and conformities lifted, just love in the form of good and old fashioned fun.

with the cool, silver handle of the knife within your palms, osamu’s grip above your own, resting over your skin like a guard, you sliced downwards, successfully cutting the first piece of your wedding cake—the first piece of the cake he’d slaved away for hours on, making sure that it was perfect, perfect enough to be deserving of you.

taking each of your individual forks from the tablecloth beneath you, you held up the utensil, turning to your newly wedded husband whilst he surprisingly pushed the plate upwards and into your face—the cold, wet feeling of moist cake covering your skin, dapping your nose, and sweetening your lips.

“‘samu!” you gasped, the white buttercream sticking to your makeup, smearing as he grabbed the sides of your face and pressed a deep kiss to your lips—the icing getting on him as well. “‘samu your face!” laughter bubbled from your throat at the sight of the mess he’d made, the clown like look covering his cheeks and jaw—somehow still managing to look like the most handsome man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“you look ridiculous.” you mumbled against his mouth, pulling away to wipe a little bit of frosting from under his nose, kissing the tip of it gently. he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the guest began to head towards the remaining cake—finding your act of affection somewhat normal in retrospect to your relationship.

osamu snuggled you into his body, resting his head atop yours as you admired the loving crowd that had gathered for your special day. sighing deeply, glancing over at you and kissing your forehead with love and meaning, he whispered in your ear—lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your back. “—and you look beautiful.”

AKAASHI KEIJI and you would plan to have a first look, a little sneak peak at each other’s attire before the actual ceremony—only to have bokuto show up instead, wearing a makeshift wedding dress and covering his eyes as a surprise—having a good laugh with his best friend, before you turn the corner wearing your beauty proudly, rendering him speechless and love in the love of it all.

“i’m counting down from three, alright?” keiji called out, hearing the sounds of shuffling behind his ear, heart beating fast knowing that you were only inches away from him on one of the most important days in his entire life. “on three we both turn around, and i get to see that pretty look on your face, beautiful.”

“three, two, one.” spinning, expecting to see the one that he would soon be calling his, the only person he came to face was none other than his best friend—bokuto, who’d managed to squeeze into an old white, party dress, biting his lip and smoldering at keiji’s look of disdain. despite the confusion on his face, he let out a large laugh as bokuto clapped a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into a hug and shaking him furiously.

the two men humored each other, talking for a brief moment before the actual star of the show turned the corner—your outfit looking its best as your heart warmed at the sight. “looking for someone?” you asked innocently whilst your fiance spun at the sound of your voice, his jaw completely dropping, legs nearly buckling at the beauty that was you.

pushing bokuto aside, he made his way in your direction, disregarding everything around him as all that mattered was you in that moment and every moment that would ever follow. his hands encapsulated yours, palms locked together in a knot that would never be untied—a deep and passionate kiss being brought your lips as he lifted your jaw to his.

“was wondering where my beautiful girl went.” he muttered, continuing to kiss you, ignoring the groans from bokuto who’d been complaining about how he was being ignored despite his effort in appearance. keiji rested his forehead against yours, taking in your scent and relishing in the feeling of being with you. “—can’t wait to see you at the end of that aisle. i can’t wait to make you mine.”

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classysassy9791 · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

Part 1 l

Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

Can also be found on FFN and AO3.

Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that… Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag-week #sassy stays classy #my fanfiction #double shot of heaven

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animatedarchives · 4 years ago

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hi, hon! i absolutely adored your katsuki imagine, so i thought i’d request a shoto imagine. could you do an imagine where the reader’s in a quirk marriage with shoto, but the reader’s actually happy with it cuz they love the idea of love, and they think shoto’s really cute? thank you! ❤️

author’s note: HIIII CLARISSAAA i’m sorry this took so LoNG i really tried my best to write this so i really hope you like it!! thanks for requesting and for all your support I LOVE YOUUU ❤️❤️

MARRIAGE WITHOUT LOVE

— 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

genre: fluff with a little bit of angst (because who am i without it)

warnings: unrequited love

word count: 2.3k words

“Will you marry me, Y/F/N?”

Shoto’s words echoed in your mind, the nostalgic feeling of butterflies returning as you fondly remembered his proposal. A warm smile settled upon your beautifully drawn face, your bright orbs looking tearfully at the magnificent double doors in front of you.

It was finally happening.

A warmth bubbled in your stomach as the doors finally swung open, welcoming you in with a shower of delicate rose petals. Time seemed to slow and the world faded into the background; the melodious music never reached your ears and the uncountable stares and open mouths went unnoticed. Your eyes - made up with beautiful eyeshadow and a light coat of mascara - focused on one thing and one thing alone: him. You didn’t even remember kissing your father’s cheek as he left your side to take his seat. All you knew was the feeling of your small, dainty hands slipping into Shoto’s gentle but strong ones.

A small voice inside your head nibbled away at your consciousness, trying to drag you out of the clouds and back into the harsh reality. But as you looked at the man standing in front of you, the very same one you fell in love with, your heart began to swell and you pushed those thoughts aside, wanting to remain in your rose-coloured world for a little while longer.

The officiant’s words passed by you soundlessly, your heart fluttering at the thought of being wed to the love of your life for the rest of eternity. Barely able to contain your excitement, you examined your fiance’s perfectly sculpted face to distract yourself from the burning anticipation. But as you did so, the whispers in your head grew louder, harsher and more incessant. Their words clouded your mind, and the glimmer of hope you held onto slipped right through your fingers.

This was just a quirk marriage-

No.

You didn’t want to believe it. You wanted this to be the love you had always imagined, the ones in the fairytales you had always read growing up. But as you scrutinised every detail of his face - his less-than-elated expression and the small smile that never fully reached his eyes - the truth slapped you in the face. Your heart began to sink as you realised that the love you had always wanted just wasn’t yours to own.

This was just a quirk marriage.

And Shoto didn’t really love you.

You tried for so long to pry your heart from his hold, doing anything to convince yourself to stop loving him. But no matter how hard you tried, your eyes would always drift back, for it knew where your heart belonged. That was why you agreed to this loveless marriage; your heart refused to be swayed and you just could not imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else, even if he didn’t love you. In any case, you would much rather love and not be loved back than to be loved but not be able to feel anything from it.

“Upon request, L/N will be sharing her vows first. L/N, please,” the officiant said, allowing you to take the spotlight. Before the wedding day, Shoto had asked if you were alright with saying your vows first. You thought it was rather uncharacteristic of him to suggest, especially considering how traditional he was, but you didn’t overthink it and agreed without a fuss. Clearing your throat, you looked adoringly into his eyes as you recited your love letter aloud for everyone to hear.

“Todoroki Shoto, the only man my heart has ever belonged to,” your voice trembled. You paused to take a breath, calming yourself and focusing on the feeling of Shoto’s comforting touch.

“I’ve always idolised the idea of love, dreaming about how it would feel to have my prince charming sweep me off my feet as he kissed me passionately. When I met you, I thought you were the furthest person from that ideal - you were cold, emotionless and unpassionate about everything except yourself because you wanted to be the best,” you said. You shook your head amusedly as the words left your mouth, your past thoughts seeming so ridiculous now, as you stood at the altar. “As I got to know you, I slowly started to understand. I began to see the determined boy who worked so hard to protect those he cared about. I treasured each rare smile and precious laugh that graced your stoic face. I caught a glimpse of the steady fire burning in this icy cavern and I couldn’t help but be drawn to its warmth. And slowly…” you trailed off, hoping your veil concealed your blush as much as you wanted it to.

“Slowly, you became the prince I had always dreamed about.”

The audience sighed dreamily as you publicly confessed your love for him. Even Shoto’s expression softens as he smiles at your sweet words.

“I know going from a platonic relationship to a romantic one is difficult, even impossible for some people,” you said, glancing at him knowingly. “But it was definitely not impossible for me,” you smiled, praying it didn’t look as sad as you felt.

“Shoto, I promise to love you unconditionally, with all my heart, my soul and my strength, for the rest of my life. I willingly give you every piece of me because I wholly trust you with everything that I have. I promise to be there whenever you need help and to never leave your side or let you face things alone. I vow to always give you the affection you deserve and I will never ever stop loving you, both in this life and the next.”

The tiniest bit of wetness coated your lashes as you finished your speech and you tried your best to blink them away before they ruined your makeup.

“Thank you, L/N, that was absolutely beautiful,” the officiant smiled, genuinely moved by your words. “Todoroki, your vows, please,” he probed before stepping back to let your fiance speak. Shoto spared a quick side glance at his father who sat proudly at the front, his massive form blocking the poor audience’s view of this magical moment. His father was the only other person in the room besides the two of you that knew about the pretence of this marriage. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself to say the words he had so carefully crafted and memorised weeks before.

“Children grow up by learning from their parents and their teachings,” he started, avoiding direct eye contact with his parents, who were sitting at polar ends of the front row. “Mine didn’t have the best relationship and every night, I would hide under the blankets in my room, wishing for better days I wasn’t sure would ever come.”

You had heard this story a million times before, yet your heart still broke every single time he told it.

“I never knew what love was, but I knew what it wasn’t,” he continued, trying to bring some hope back into the audience’s hearts.

“Love wasn’t selfish; it was about giving to the other person and always putting them first before yourself. And the one who taught me all this wasn’t my parents… It was you,” he said as he gazed into your eyes.

“When we first met, I felt strangely inferior because I knew you were a better hero than me, but I didn’t understand why. However, on the second day of the internship we did together back in UA, I realised what it was,” he said, recounting the memory.

“It was love,” he smiled softly.

“I remember watching how much you cared for others, putting your life on the line to protect them even though you were injured,” he recalled. You could barely remember all this happening, but it touched your heart that he treasured the memory so much that he remembered every little detail. “Your selfless actions opened my eyes to what I was lacking,” he continued. “It wasn’t power that would make me the best hero; it was my heart for those I wanted to protect.”

“If I were the number one hero, I would be defeating villains left and right, and have all the fame and money in the world. Yet after a long day of work, I’d still return home unhappy and purposeless. Without people I loved, who would I be fighting for? But if I didn’t have power, if I were quirkless even, it would be the people I loved that would give me the strength to face the world every day. Even without any powers, I would not be powerless at all. And…” his voice softened, barely a whisper. Emotions swirled in his eyes as his next few words ghosted his lips.

“... I would be happy.”

You never expected Shoto to be this vulnerable; he had rarely shared this much in private, let alone in public. Even so, you couldn’t help but hope he continued, the curiosity within you eagerly craving for more.

“The lesson you taught me is something I will cherish forever, and something I want to pass on to my children: the source of your strength does not come from your physical capabilities, but the purpose inside of you, the reason you fight, and the people your heart burns for.”

“That’s why I could never just marry for power. The pretence of a quirk marriage was just so I could get my father’s blessing,” he finally admitted.

Discourse shook the crowd as people murmured amongst themselves. Even you were completely floored by Shoto’s confession. You looked worriedly at Endeavor who was fuming in his seat, outraged by the revelation of his son’s blatant lies, and understandably so. Declaring his true intentions and exposing his false claims to his father in front of everyone at his own wedding? Truly the ultimate act of rebellion. Endeavor was about to storm right up to the altar when your friends held him back in his seat, quieting the crowd in the process.

Suddenly, you felt Shoto’s fingers under your chin, gently guiding your face back to his. Your thoughts were completely muddled, everything happening so fast and all at once. If he wasn’t marrying you for your quirk… then…

Your breath hitched as realisation dawned upon you, his next few words being the only thing you could hear.

“I’m marrying you because I love you, Y/N.”

You didn’t know how you were still standing when all your brain was doing was malfunctioning and trying not to spontaneously combust.

“You are my purpose. You are the reason I fight. And the fire within me, the one you said you were drawn to, is the same one that burns brightly for you.”

Your heart was pounding so furiously against your ribcage, you thought it would explode. For so long you had convinced yourself that your feelings were not returned that you couldn’t possibly believe it was true. And yet, every fibre of your being wanted to believe it, hoping so dearly that it wasn’t just a dream. No amount of joy could ever compare to what you were feeling in that moment.

“L/N Y/N, I promise to never hide my true emotions from you anymore. I will openly and wholeheartedly love you with every piece of me, and I will not hold back ever again, no matter what anyone says. I will always be by your side, protecting you and our love as we face the world together.”

Despite mustering all of your willpower, a tear still slipped from your eye, but was effortlessly wiped away by the man you would now call yours forever. All those years of wishing and hoping had amounted to something: your dreams had come true, and fantasy had become your reality.

“That was truly touching. Though it came as a surprise, it was not unwelcome in the least,” the officiant smiled at Shoto, who returned it gratefully. “You may now present your rings to each other.”

Shoto gracefully extended his left palm. “May I have your hand, my princess?” he asked with the same gorgeous smile that had first captivated your heart. Still high on euphoria, you grinned and gingerly placed your left hand in his. The warmth of his hand contrasted beautifully against the cool metal as he slid on the glittering diamond ring. It was absolutely flawless, just like everything else about that day. Reluctantly, you pulled your eyes away from the stunning jewel to return the favour, slipping the ring onto his left hand. It fit perfectly on his finger as if it were made for him, just like you were.

“Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for: I now pronounce you husband and wife!” the officiant announced proudly. “You may kiss the bride,” he said under his breath, a cheeky smirk evident on his face. You barely had time to register the hollers and whistles in the background as Shoto scooped you up in his strong, muscular arms and planted a passionate kiss on your lips. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be and more.

As he broke the kiss to admire your gorgeous face, his eyes sparkled, brimming with abundant love and adoration for his new wife.

“I’m sorry your prince charming took so long.”

You beamed at his sweet apology, forgiving him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently pushed his head down to close the space between you. You loved the taste of his lips against yours and could hardly believe you had unlimited access to it for the rest of your life.

“Finally, you’re no longer my princess, but my queen.”

You couldn’t do anything but smile, the butterflies in your stomach finally bursting free from the cage they had been contained in for so long. As you walked down the aisle for the second time, you couldn’t help but think of the stark contrast between both times you graced it: first, the bittersweet feeling of entering a one-sided marriage and now, the overwhelming joy you currently felt knowing it was no longer one-sided.

The fresh breeze outside complemented the new air of romance between the newly wedded couple. Jumping into his arms once more, he spun you around as you both laughed in pure bliss.

This wasn’t just a quirk marriage.

And Shoto really loved you.

Certainly, this was your happily ever after.

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Dual Summoner and the Darkling pt. 27

Darkling's pov:

The day of the winter Fete I'd returned early to make sure Amira was ready. Walking down the hall I saw her looking out the window in her usual Kefta being curious about what was outside. I knew she hadn't gotten out much with my mother keeping her constantly training and the only time she had freedom was during the week I'd taken her to the north to see what the first army was like.

"Does it amuse you?" I asked her, she looked at me for a second, surprised to see me before she looked back out the window. "Can we go out there?" Amira asked

"Out to the circus the Queen has hired? People might recognize you." I said knowing the Dual summoner had gotten around to people but her identity of being such to the people had been kept out of range except her name.

"Please Aleksander. I am tired of being locked up in the little palace and I loved being outside the little palace feeling free." Amira begged

I walked over to Amira, taking her hand bringing it up to where I could kiss the top of it as my eyes never left hers. Her yearning for the outdoors of this place is evident on her face from being denied out of here. Debating what was the best course of action to take with her before I decided to give in to her wishes. Leading her down a path I had a cloak and put it over her shoulders to conceal her Kefta then placed my arm around her as I led her around.

Watching her curiosity of what this circus the Queen had come here was enough to make her happy. For a few moments as we walked and I let her enjoy her time to take part in what was going on it felt different. Being with her always felt different than when I had one of the 2nd army around. It felt almost like we were not generals and soldiers or 2nd army Grisha but normal people. I knew better than to let that thought linger she and I would always be Grisha and eternal but the fact she was so sheltered here was noticeable. Noticing people staring at us I kissed her and she responded which helped us blend in even more.

We walked for a bit afterwards as the circus had a performance to represent her defeating Volcra. I couldn't tell at first if she was scared of the idea or she was upset with the representation but like most people were looking at her for the sun. Leading her away I saw she started to cry and wiped her eyes. "Don't cry, it's not worth your tears." I told her

That night at the Fete I greeted the royals as usual before I walked around. Most of the Grisha were doing their performances when I sensed her before I saw her. She was leaning against the wall, her black silk Kefta perfectly framing her and to know she was going to be my wife someday was the best feeling.

"Ah there you are." I said as she seemed statledosing her concentration. "You are breathtaking, Amira."

"Thank you." She said with a curtsy

When the music started playing I offered my hand to her "Would you like to dance?" I asked as she put her hand in mine. I was glad that she was very comfortable with me as we danced but I knew that I had plans for tonight. Keeping hold of her hand I was able to slip the ring off of her without her noticing as I was going to ask her officially but I got her over to the stage and we did our performance. As I slapped my hands together to make it dark then turned to her as she did her part of the performance I knew she was only doing half of her power as she looked at me once it was done. Offering my hand to her I knew exactly what to do as I kneeled down in front of her seeing her surprised.

"Amira Silina, Dual Summoner, will you marry me?" I asked her

I could see she was in surprise being this was in front of everyone at the Fete but she could say no or she could say yes.

"Yes, General Kirigan." Amira said

I slipped the ring back where it belonged on her hand as I led her through the crowd but many people wanted to talk with her. I amused the nobles for a bit to talk to our Dual Summoner as they gave her regards for the engagement and then they were talking of high hopes for destroying the fold. If they called her a sun summoner I would mention that she was not just that but a Dual Summoner accepting all of her was vital. Soon though I noticed she wanted away from the others so I used my powers to conceal us and got both of us to the war room.

"I don't remember this on the schedule." Amira jokes

"I figured you wanted away from everyone." I said

Hearing her laugh a bit seeing her happy to be alone was great but she caught me off guard as she pulled me to her kissing me. I kissed her back, my arms wrapping around her securely. I lifted her up on my war table as we continued to kiss. I'd been with others over 400 years but something about her always felt different than the others. Things had been going slow and it felt like this might be our next step in our relationship so I pulled away from her for a second.

"Are you sure?" Aleksander asked

"Yes, I am." I said

I claimed her lips again in a kiss before we started to make out again, things getting very personal as her arms went around my neck. We had to stop when there was a knock on the door. I could see she wasn't happy about it but also she smiled at me as I kissed her once more before heading over to the door seeing Ivan.

"What?" I asked

"The Tidemaker was attacked in the room. Amira was the target." Ivan said, "We have the suspect in custody and there is word on the stag."

"I'll be right there." I said

I walked over to her and put a hand on her cheek seeing that she looked worried. I realized if she'd been going into a dressing room how much she could have been hurt. Her father would probably kill me or try to if she'd been hurt or worse killed.

"Is everything alright?" Amira asked

"Wait here guards will be outside the room. Don't leave." I said assuring her, "I need you safe."

She put her hand over mine as she looked at me "I'll be waiting and Aleksander I think you're right. Let's get married after the stag is found." Amira said

The idea of having her walk down that aisle with the intention to marry me was an idea that I liked. I knew already about the soulmates and how I'd seen her initials on my wrist. I removed my hand as I started to walk away before coming back and kissing her as she smiled then I left. I couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes when I came back and she was not there anymore.

mother. I thought

I heard the tracker found the stag but refused to come and give its location that he was wounded. I ran out to look around the grounds for her when I heard the commotion and I saw the carriage going. Her standing there on it's edge looking and holding on.

"AMIRA!" I yelled

I saw her get pulled into the carriage not knowing if she was taken hostage or if she left on her own but that was enough. I put the order out to find her no matter what and that I wanted the tracker to be sent to a healer so he could tell me where the Stag was.

"Shame isn't it?" Baghra said from behind me

"You did this." I said

"You intend to get the stag and put it on her, making her a slave." Baghra said

"A regular Sun Summoner would be useful but she is a Dual Summoner, she has become everything. The Future of our people, more than I am." I said

"Yes, but where is she going?" Baghra asked

"Careful, she's more important than you right now." I said

"Good Luck finding her Aleksander, I would guess you'd need a skilled tracker to track her movements. I may be less important to you but she looks at me as an example." Baghra said

Days went by as I got reports from people who were looking for her and yet no one had seen her! How could she sneak past so many guards and where was she hiding? I decided to leave the little palace and search for her on my own with a few people to come along. I started to think about what Amira might be doing as she'd never been on her own and of course we'd noted Marie and Nadia were missing too so I knew she had her assigned guards with her. Those three would be a force to deal with on their own but I thought of where she might go.

she wouldn't go seek her parents, would she? I thought

When it came down to the truth we went about looking over every city knowing she hadn't gotten past the fold. I could feel it she was close and when I looked at my wrist pulling the kefta down I saw her initials faintly there so I knew we were on the right track but when they faded again once we went a certain direction I questioned where she was hiding.

I will find her. I thought

Amira's pov:

I kept watching on my wrist as it was there but then it faded as I gave a sigh of relief knowing that there was another city close to Keramsin. We were to wait out there and it was hard not to want to leave but we stayed down in the basement where it was easy. If grandma Catalina was answering the door it was just someone bringing the usual milk.

"Are you ok?" Marie asked

"He isn't looking at his wrist to know if I'm close." I said

"That's good." Nadia said

We waited there in silence that felt like forever until I heard the sound of the front door again and the person walked into the house. I had my dagger in case I needed it ready to attack but when grandma came down I calmed down. I put my dagger away when I saw my parents and I went over and hugged them.

"Amira, you're safe." Father said

"You are safe Amira." Mother said

"We need to get moving, Morozova's stag is somewhere." I said

I heard the sound of someone else coming down and I saw Nico, he seemed surprised where I was. I questioned if he was still on my side or was he working with my fiance. When he walked over and hugged me I was surprised but I hugged him back.

"We need to get moving. Your name is in every town looking for the girl with the black engagement ring." Nico said as he took my hands and removed my gloves seeing the engagement ring. "So you are going to marry him?"

"It was arranged and he did ask in front of nobles I couldn't say no." I said

"Are you still going to go through with it?" Nico asked

I looked at my wrist as I knew that the letters were not there but I traced his initials on my wrist. My father must have noticed cause he grabbed my free hand and he made me look at him. I knew the truth that his arrangement was not what he thought.

"He's your soulmate?" Father asked

"Yes." I said

We decided over a plan as we discussed it before I saw someone come in a woman with a little boy who had a bracelet like I had once. I knew what he was before I even had to say anything as I just knew. Yet I didn't know who she was as I looked a bit curiously knowing that there were many things I didn't know about this family.

"Who are you?" I asked

"I am Analise, this is my son Adrian." Analise said

"Hello sister." Father said

"Hello Alejandro." Analise said then she looked at me "you're Amira, the one the Darkling is looking for."

"My daughter, Amira. Dual Summoner." Father said

"So is my son but he is Inferni and Tidemaker" Analise said

I was in shock but I knew that there was no time and we all decided to leave as a group. Turns out my grandparents saved every dime to get their own carriage so we were able to use it to travel and the cloth covered the windows so I was concealed. Inside the carriage with me was Father, Mother, Marie, Nadia, Analise, Nico and Adrian. My grandparents were leading the carriage while Nico had given coordinates where to go.

I closed my eyes to try and sleep while we were going and somehow I was able to but once we made it so far we had to go on foot. I told everyone we should split up if I was caught by my fiance they didn't need to get caught with me.

We split into three groups of two groups of five so that way we would be able to keep the power even. Nico was a tracker but he was going with me if I had to get the stag before Aleksander. We split up in the woods as we were moving. Nico focused and it was like he could feel it as we were waiting to get through.

I happen to look at my wrist seeing the initials again seeming brighter than last time. I knew we would come face to face no matter what I did. I was glad things were going well but once we were close I told dad to get Nico out of there but mom did. The Stag made itself known and I was ready or so I thought. While looking at it though, my consciousness that told me I wasn't a killer came back and I fell to the ground in front of it.

I can't do this. I can't kill such a magnificent creature. I thought with a few tears

I felt something nudge me with it's nose as I looked up seeing the stag and I wondered if there was another way to do this. I placed a hand on it's snout and the radiant power that went through me was amazing as I carefully stood up. I smiled looking at it feeling it's power merging with my own but then I felt pain on my side and I fell from the stag.

"Amira!" Father said as he got over to me and he carefully picked me up

"Easy, I wasn't going to hurt her." Aleksander said

I saw him forming shadows and instinct took over as I put light up knowing that the bulletproof Kefta was a lifesaver for me. I could run out of power if not careful as I looked at him knowing that he figured it out that I was going after the Stag.

"I'm disappointed in you Amira, I thought we were on the same page of things. You were coming after the stag this whole time." Aleksander said

"You just want to kill it for its power." I said

"It's for you." Aleksander said

"Lies, if you kill it you get the amplifier." I said

"Believe as you want for now but you can't protect it." Aleksander said

I wanted to deny it but the stag ran in fear and before I knew it he killed it before my eyes. I'd failed at what Baghra wanted and asked me for but I was starting to drain my energy from holding this.

"Now please hand her over." Aleksander asked

"No." Father said

As my hand fell from holding the light the last thing I saw was a flash of light and the feeling of being carried. I was in and out of consciousness from being tired but I heard father say he was going to hide me for as long as he could.

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tloujm · 4 years ago

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Part XVII: Funnel of Love

Author’s Notes: Sorry it took so long.

Genre: Fluff + Angst = this chapter

Summary: This takes place right after the last chapter. The newly engaged couple share the news with their loved ones. The wedding planning pressure is on.

Ship: Joel x Reader

“Well, well, well. Big bro is doing it for real this time, huh.” Tommy began with a wide grin on his face. “Congratulations, Joel. I mean it. I always knew it was gonna be the two of you since the first day y’all showed up at the gates.” Joel relieved one of the watchtower guards so he could talk to Tommy about the proposal. They were both up in the small wooden shelter, rifles in hand, glancing between each other and the world beyond the gates.

“Thanks, brother.” Joel donned a bashful smirk.

“So do I get to be best man?” Tommy asked.

“Weren’t you already best man?” Joel countered.

“Yeah, but that time didn’t really count.” Tommy explained. Joel shot him a glare as a response to the dismissal of his first marriage. He knew that this time was different though, so he couldn’t blame him.

“‘Course you’re my best man.”

*****

“Joel? Miller? Of the infamous Miller brothers?” Jesse exclaimed.

“You knew we were together.” You said. Jesse was your closest friend at the settlement, therefore, he was the first person you told. You had reservations about sharing the news with him because, for a moment while you and Joel were broken up, you grew feelings for Jesse. It was something you never shared out loud or in your journal. Not sure of whether the feelings truly stemmed from Jesse himself or your emotions from Joel, you didn’t feel right giving weight to those thoughts. Despite Joel’s suggestion, you always figured Jesse’s feelings were purely platonic anyway.

“Yeah, I know. It just seems very official. I didn’t think people still did that these days.”

“He did manage to surprise me. It was very romantic. You should take some notes just in case you feel compelled to do the same with a special somebody.”

“Take notes? From Joel? Miller? I can be quite romantic on my own, thank you.” Jesse turned to you. “But listen, I’m happy for you. Whatever you need for your upcoming nuptials, let me know.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You responded. It fell silent for a moment while the two of you were cleaning up the stable.

“I bet you Joel can get you guys a senior discount on a wedding cake from the bakery.” Jesse spoke up. He broke into a fit of laughter as you dropped your broom and threw a handful of hay at him.

“He is not even that old.” You responded defensively.

“No, no. He’s just regular old.” Jesse reasoned jokingly.

“He’s young at heart!”

“(Y/N), He plays the guitar on a rocking chair and whittles for fun.”

“He does other things for fun that I can tell you right now he is not too old for.” You replied with a coy tone in your voice.

“Alright, alright.” Jesse shook his head playfully and continued sweeping up the straw on the ground. “The jury is still out on how old he is, but I suppose we can both agree that he’s not geriatric.” He reflexively ducked when he heard you drop the broom again to pick up some more hay.

“So I’m invited to the wedding then?” He asked seriously.

“Of course you are! You’re my best friend.” You replied.

He clears his throat. “Yeah…”

*****

“Honey, I’m home.” Joel said. The words flew out his mouth in a jovial tone. He had never said those words before. It reminded him of a husband from the 1950s coming home from a day at the office. That particular visual didn’t enthuse him, but the idea of seeing you again did. He knew that he’d never wear a suit and work in an office, but he hoped that the rest of his life consisted of coming home to you.

“My love, I’m in here.” Your voice carried from the kitchen. He quickly followed until he stopped right behind you. His arms snaked around your waist as he kissed the top of your head. “What did you do today?”

“I spent some time with Tommy.” He went to go sit down at the island.

“Oh?”

“He asked how our trip went.” He began. You turned to face him.

“You told him about us?” You asked, smiling. He nodded.

“Yeah,” He chuckled. “He asked to be my best man. Did you tell Maria?”

“Yeah, I told her after Jesse.”

“Oh good. He knows.” He began sarcastically. “I better stop catchin’ him gazing at my bride then.”

“Joel, stop. He always knew we were together. But as for Maria, she was super excited. She started talking about wedding stuff like we weren’t living in some fungal zombie infested world. It’s not like I can go dress shopping, or cake tasting or pick out venues. I mean honestly, what’s the point of a wedding?”

“You don’t wanna have a wedding?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “All I want is to get married to you. She was just planning it all out the second I told her and I was feeling overwhelmed.”

“She’s just excited. Take a breath then go back and talk to her. If anyone’s got the connections to throw a wedding, it’s her.”

“What was your wedding like?” You asked.

“You wanna know?” You nodded. He sighed. “It wasn’t much. We cut costs wherever we could so I wore a hand-me-down suit from my dad and Tommy wore a hand-me-down suit from me. The only thing that matched on our suits were the buteniers. It was in one of her aunt’s backyard. It was dead in the middle of summer after school let out, but the only decorations were red, green and blue Christmas tree lights that she put on the bushes. I remember her aunt tasked me and Tommy with going to get some flowers. She gave us some money, but my God, I had no idea how expensive real flowers were. I bought Sarah’s mom a bouquet from the florist while Tommy dumpster dived for some dying flowers that they had just thrown out for the rest of the wedding party.” He shrugged. “The ceremony was quick. The reception was a potluck; everyone brought a dish and their own fold out chairs. Outside of my cousin singing a song, the music was from a boombox. It was simple, but it all came together. I had my own issues with my parents and her side of the family didn’t like me much after I knocked her up, but for that one day, we all got along and it was nice.”

“Oh. Wow. At least everyone got along.”

He chuckled. “I know it was nothing impressive. It was a shotgun wedding for a couple of teenagers. But I don’t want you to worry about how that went. What matters is now and how we want things to go for us.”

You smiled. “Our wedding can go the exact same way and I wouldn’t care so long as you’re there.”

****

“So,” Maria slammed down a stack of wedding magazines on the coffee table. “I think looking through these would be a good start.”

Maria invited you and some other women over one evening to have a girls night. She had never done this before, but she felt your impending marriage was a good excuse to have one. You didn’t have many female friends. Most were acquaintances, so none of them were as close as Maria and Wendy to you. They were there, but so were a handful of others you’ve only ever spoken to in passing.

Maria had a growing wine collection. She would trade for a bottle or two every so often. For your special occasion, she dusted off two bottles. Wendy made you a homemade pin that said “Bride to be” which she insisted you wear all night. Maria passed the magazines all around the circle you guys made on the floor.

“Maria, where did you get all of these.” You asked.

“I’ve had them all this time. While I was on a scavenging trip one day, and this was years and years ago, I saw them and grabbed them. It was impulsive. I don’t know. Me and Tommy had been together for a while and you know, naturally I started hearing wedding bells even though he never really proposed. I know it's silly to expect happiness in the middle of all this craziness, but it became normal for him and I and despite all this, he stuck by my side. I spent my whole life pre-outbreak wanting a wedding. I mean I wasn’t obsessed with it, but what girl doesn’t want a little fairytale wedding?”

“Tommy never proposed? I thought you guys were married?” Sheila spoke up in between sips.

“We’re basically married. Obviously not under law, but we committed ourselves to each other. I wanted to stop running and just build a future, even a tiny one, for us. He wanted the same. So we settled down and built this place. Well ‘settle down’ as much as we can in this type of world now. But, it was all casual. He brought it up one day while we were eating. He asked if I’d ever want a husband. He asked if it mattered to me.”

“What did you say?” Wendy asked.

“I told him, of course it mattered. At least to me. He gave me that famous Miller half smile,” Maria looked to you as to say ‘You know what I’m talking about’. “And asked if I thought he was husband material. I kinda strung him along for fun. I told him ‘As close to husband material as he can get’. He let out this little laugh and said ‘Well it’s settled then.’ and I thought to myself, I get to be someone’s wife! But not just anyone’s wife, his wife. At that point I couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t a proposal in the traditional sense. I guess it still counts, but we never did anything about it since. I guess we just assumed marriage from that point on. We expressed our love for each other, but never spoke the traditional vows. He never called me his fiance. As a matter of fact, the first time I heard him call me his wife to another person was when you and Joel showed up at our door.” She spoke in a roller coaster of tones, switching between enthusiastic and disappointed. “So I want you to have something special to commemorate this moment with. It’s not going to be a big, fancy wedding, but something nice nonetheless.” She said to you.

“Thank you.” You replied.

“Ohhh, look at this dress! I think this would go great with your figure, honey.” Darlene stated as she handed you the opened magazine. You admitted it was nice, but you couldn't see yourself in it.

“That’s a bit plain, don’t you think? How about this one.” Maria handed you her magazine. The dress was exceptionally grand. It had a train and was adorned with crystals and lace.

“That’s quite the dress, Maria.” You commented, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“But do you like it?” She asked.

“I do,” It wasn’t a whole lie. “But what’s the point in looking at dresses? I’m not gonna be wearing any of them from these magazines. I don’t own any white dresses at all. Just a white t shirt with sweat stains and holes in ‘em.”

“It doesn’t hurt to fantasize a little bit. Besides, maybe we’ll go out and find a store with something nice to wear inside.” She replied.

“Drink up, honey, you're supposed to be happy.” Darlene said as she watched you nurse your glass.

“I am happy.” You replied with a straight face.

“Let’s play This or That and let’s pretend it was 13 years ago and the world was normal again. I’ll ask you to choose between two different things, wedding themed of course. I want you to give me an answer quickly to ensure it’s the truest answer.” Maria suggested.

“What were you doing 13 years ago?” Darlene asked you.

“Just graduated college. Didn’t even get a chance to apply my degree anywhere.”

“Oh, you were just a youngin’. Still had milk ‘hind your ears.” She playfully slapped your thigh. “And let’s see...Joel must have been how old…” She pondered seriously.

“Vanilla or chocolate?” Maria spoke up.

“What?” You asked.

“Cake. Vanilla or chocolate for your wedding cake?”

“Uh, chocolate.”

“Outdoor or indoor venue?”

“Indoor, I guess.”

“DJ or band?”

“DJ?”

“Lillies or Peonies for your bouquet?”

“I don’t think I know what peonies look like, to be honest.”

For the rest of the night, you and the other women played wedding themed games that you were sure Maria made up. They fiddled with your hair and dabbed beet juice on your lips and cheeks to appear as makeup. Despite Darlene rubbing you the wrong way, you took her advice and ‘drunk up’. Getting loose helped, but it still was all a bit overwhelming to you. Part of you wanted the fairytale like Maria said, but part of you didn’t even want it at all. While a fairytale would look nice, it would come with too many cons and then you would think ‘what was the point’. There would be too many people, and as an introvert, you weren’t prepared for that. Having to coordinate a large amount of food to feed the party, acquire a form of entertainment to keep everyone busy, ceremony rehearsals, picking loyalties when choosing between your sister in law and your good friend for made of honor and so on. Honestly none of your female friends were as close to you as Jesse, though, but you didn’t think he nor Joel would be cool with him being your main bridesmaid.

Still buzzed, you walked into your empty house and beelined it to the bathroom. You sat at the edge of the tub, warm water running through your fingers as you watched it fill up. You grabbed your portable CD player and headphones out the drawer next to the toilet. You adjusted yourself into the inviting bath and immediately slipped your head under the surface. Being underwater was always a relaxing feeling for you so long as you knew you were in control. Your hands held onto the sides of the tub, keeping you under. You stayed there with your eyes closed until you couldn’t take it anymore. The curls of your hair laid flat against your head as you took in a large breath. As weird as it was, it helped the anxiety that you were currently harboring. The cherry on top was your music. You reached over the edge and felt for the play button before sliding the headphones over your ears. Again, you closed your eyes. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular: your patrol duty tomorrow morning, your promise to have lunch with Maria and Darlene, and sure as hell not your wedding.

The buzz was wearing off, but the warm water took over the job and continued to relax your muscles. You were three songs into the album you were listening to when they abruptly tensed up. Your eyes popped open at the sudden splash of water that landed on your chest. It felt as though only a moment ago you were alone in the world and now sitting on the edge of the tub is Joel. He watched as you scooted up, sloshing the water around.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to splash you that hard.” He chuckled before pointing to your CD player. “You gotta be careful with this, (Y/N), you know. Gotta have your wits about you even in a place like Jackson---”

“I know, I just wanted to unwind for a moment---” You butted in.

“I don’t mean to chastise you like you’re a child, but I just want you to be safe. What if it wasn’t me here.”

“All the doors are locked.” You reasoned.

“Still.” He gave you his famous glare for a solid moment before his eyes drifted down to your body in the water. “Room for one more?” He lifted his eyebrow.

You frowned. “I was about to get out.”

“Didn’t look like that to me, darlin’. If I’d chosen to watch you for longer, you’d still be laying there with your eyes closed.”

“How long were you watching me for?” You asked, starting to feel a mix of self consciousness and arousal.

“Doesn’t matter.” Joel’s face was rid of emotion save from his eyes. His eyes were lit up with lust despite your rejection.

“The water was getting cold. I was just waiting for the song to end before getting out.”

He lifted the same eyebrow. “Is that so?” His eyes followed your body as you stood up in the tub. He unfolded his arms and grabbed the towel on the back of the door. Holding it out, you stepped out of the tub and into the soft fabric. He slid his hands up your arms before massaging your shoulders. His hands were rough and ungentle, but you still let him continue. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong. Who hurt you? I’ll go grab Tommy’s bat and smash their kneecaps in.”

You chuckled. “While I’m sure you would,” You turned around, releasing your shoulders from his grip. “No one hurt me. I’m just...I just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Care to share?” He asked. You shrugged. “Was it something that happened at Maria’s?”

“She threw me a bridal shower.”

He sat on the toilet and pulled you down onto his lap. “That was nice of her.”

“I mean yeah, it was nice. It just...It felt forced. Women were there that I hardly knew. We were planning the wedding, imagining details I knew would never work. I feel like Maria wants this to happen more than I do and I hate that. I should want this the most. I mean I do want this,” You point between you and him. “But I just don’t know how I want to go about it. I thought seeing her again would help me make up my mind about things, but I feel just as confused and flustered.”

He kissed your shoulder. “I don’t want you to stress out over this. It’ll all work out, because the most important thing in the end is that we have each other. I promise,” He kissed your shoulder again. “Ok?” He waited for you to say it back before tapping your thigh. “Now, just because you didn’t want me to get in with you doesn’t mean I don’t want a nice, relaxing bath too. Last chance before you put your clothes on.” He pointed between you, him and the tub as if asking for you to join him.

You smile with a shake of your head. “No, my skin is all wrinkly but I promise to only keep the towel on if you promise not to make me wait long.” You winked at him.

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mylittlefandomfanfictions · 4 years ago

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Reunion - (6/7)

Series Summary: The invitation for your ten-year high school reunion comes in the mail, and to say you’re dreading it is an understatement. Your best friend, Bucky Barnes, offers to go with you as your fiance. However, there’s one glaring issue, you have feelings for Bucky, and he has feelings for you, but neither of you knows about the others’ feelings. But, who knows? This reunion could finally bring you two together and make you fess up. But, only time will tell.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

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It was only supposed to be a couple of drinks in a bar. Well, it turned into a lot of drinks in a club.

But you couldn't deny that you were having fun. You were with some of your favorite people, and the music and the atmosphere was amazing. You held onto Quinn's hand as you moved to the beat of the music.

"Guys!" Leon yelled over the music. "It's after twelve, which means it's officially your birthday, Y/N/N!"

"Happy birthday!" Jill cheered.

"Let's get off the dance floor for a minute. There's something we want to give you," Quinn told you.

You allowed her to drag you off the dance floor into a corner. Carlos pulled a small, flat box from his back pocket. "We wanted to get you something special, so we all chipped in for this."

You took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace with a diamond infinity symbol pendant. "Guys, this is beautiful. Thank you," you beamed. "Carlos, would you mind?"

"Sure."

Once the necklace was clasped securely, you gently touched it. "Thank you. I love you guys."

"We love you too," Quinn beamed before hugging you tightly.

"Another drink to celebrate?" Leon suggested. "It's my round."

"I'll help you carry them over," Jill said.

"I thought I saw you guys."

You would recognize that shrill, slightly nasally voice anywhere. You and Quinn simultaneously rolled your eyes at each other before you turned around. Of course, her goon squad was there too. "Charity, how can I help you?"

"I just thought I'd come to say hello."

"Hello. Goodbye," Quinn said.

"That's a little harsh, isn't it, Quinn?" Charity scoffed.

"Charity, we're just trying to celebrate Y/N's birthday. Can you please leave?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, it's your birthday? Happy birthday, sweetie," Charity grinned.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Thanks."

"Where's your engagement ring?"

Shit. "With Bucky. A diamond needed replacing, and it had a few scratches."

"Really?"

"Mhm. It is from the 1900s, Charity, and it was his mom's. There are bound to be a couple of dings and scratches. I didn't mind, but Bucky said he wanted it to be perfect for me."

"You two aren't even together, are you? Who doesn't wear their engagement ring while they're out with their friends and then makes up some excuse?"

"Jealousy isn't a good look on you, Charity."

"You think I'm jealous?"

"It's obvious," Quinn added.

"Oh, Y/N/N, why don't you just do us all a favor and admit that you and Bucky aren't actually together?"

"Why do you even care?" you asked as Leon and Jill came back over with the drinks, looking between you and Charity just as Quinn and Carlos were. Leon handed you your drink, and you thanked him before taking a sip. But you didn’t take your eyes off of Charity.

"I was just curious," she shrugged.

"No. You're being nosy. You always loved sticking your nose in places that it didn't belong, taking things from others that you wanted, like boyfriends."

"Excuse me?"

"Bucky told me about you hitting on him at the reunion. 'I have so much more to offer you.' Really? Who says that? That's just disgusting. Fine, you caught me, the engagement was fake. Bucky was doing me a favor because I couldn't stand going to that place on my own and dealing with yours and your goon squads questions. Not that my love life, or any part of my life for that matter, is any of your business."

"I knew it. Maybe now I can give him all that I have to offer," she smirked.

"Bucky would never go for a stuck up bitch like you, so I don't know why you even tried. You think you so perfect and that you can get whatever you want with a bat of your eyelids, but you're not, and you can't."

Charity was silent for a solid minute. "Whatever." With a flick of her hair, she turned, and she and her friends walked away.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Leon questioned.

"I have no idea," you responded before taking a swig of your drink. "It felt good though."

"Damn, girl. I have never seen her speechless before," Jill laughed.

"Come on, let's go dance for a little longer," you grinned.

"Woo!" Quinn cheered, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor. The others soon followed.

After another two hours of dancing and drinking, you were all ready to call it a night. The fresh air smacked you in the face as soon as you left the club. You fumbled around with your phone as you desperately tried to type out a coherent sentence.

Carlos, who was less drunk than you, watched with a raised eyebrow. "Y/N/N, what are you trying to do?"

"I want Bucky to come to get me," you pouted.

"Alright, give me your phone, and I'll call him for you."

2 am. Who was calling him at 2 am? He groaned and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. The bright screen stung his eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the light. Your name, along with your contact photo -a selfie of the two of you squeezing each others cheeks- was on the screen. He smiled as he answered. "How drunk are you?"

"She's quite drunk and is asking for you to pick her up."

"Oh, hey, Carlos," he said. He held back a laugh when he heard you shouting his name in the background. "Where are you? I'll come get her."

Carlos hung up the phone after telling Bucky where they were and handed the device back to you. "Bucky's on his way."

"Thaaanks, Carlos."

Quinn, Jill, and Leon had gone home, but Carlos had stayed with you. You were still waiting for Bucky fifteen minutes later. Your head was resting on Carlos's shoulder. A familiar car pulled up, and a moment later, Bucky got out of the vehicle.

"Bucky!" you cheered. You pushed yourself off the wall and practically fell into his arms.

Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you steady. "Hi to you too."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, doll," he smiled. "Thanks for staying with her, Carlos."

"No problem, man. I don't live far. You two get home safe."

"Bye, Carlos. Text me when you get home," you slur.

"Bye, Y/N/N, and I will."

"Come on, let's get you home." Bucky helped you into the car and strapped you in.

"Thanks for coming to pick me up."

"No problem, darlin'," he smiled at you as he fastened his seatbelt.

By the time Bucky pulled into the compounds garage, you had fallen asleep. He gently lifted you out and cradled you in his arms. He picked up the heels you had slipped off and let them dangle from his fingers. You snuggled into his chest as he walked to your room, and his heart swelled in his chest. God, he loved you. He got to your bedroom and laid you down on your bed.

You felt something soft beneath you, and you blinked your eyes open. "Are we home already?"

"Yeah, doll. I'm going to get you some water, okay? Do you think you'll be okay to get changed, or are you going to stay like that?"

"Thanks and s'okay, I'll change."

"Okay, doll. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Bucky came back, and you were curled under your covers with your hair shoved in a bun and no makeup on. How did you make even the simplest of looks look so beautiful? Brooklyn Nine-Nine was playing on the TV. He placed the water down on your bedside table along with some pain killers for your hangover tomorrow. "I thought you'd be asleep."

"I wanna watch this. Gotta see the hijinks," you muttered as you swept your arms out.

"I see," he chuckled. "I'll leave you to that, goodnight, doll."

You crawled across the bed and grabbed his wrist. "No. Stay. Please."

You were giving him your puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to your puppy dog eyes. Hell, he couldn't say no to you. Period. "Okay. Move over." He got under the covers next to you.

You sipped on the water and put the glass back onto the bedside table. You cuddled into him and rested your head on his chest when he wrapped his metal arm around your shoulders. "You're comfy to lay on."

"Thanks. I think," he chuckled, rubbing your arm. "Are you wearing my shirt?" he questioned, playing with the material of the red long-sleeved henley he'd been searching for.

"Was in my laundry. 'S comfy. I'll give it back tomorrow."

"It's okay. Looks better on you anyway."

"Dawww. You're cute."

"So are you, darlin’."

"Charity was in the club tonight."

"What did she say?"

You explained it all to him, and he laughed when you finished. "What?"

"It sounds like you tore her a new one. I'm kind of proud of you for doing that,” he grinned. “Maybe that’s why she followed me on Instagram and then messaged me."

“She did?”

“Yeah. She messaged me: ‘Hey, handsome. What are you up to tonight?’”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. I blocked her after she messaged me for a second time asking to go for coffee with her.”

“I’m glad you blocked her.”

“Why? Would you have been jealous if I’d said yes?”

“You can go for coffee with whoever you want.”

“You would totally be jealous.”

“Would not.”

“Mhm, okay. I wouldn’t say yes to having coffee with someone like her anyway.”

“Good.”

Four episodes in, you felt your eyelids getting heavy as you laid with Bucky. Your head was on Bucky's chest, and his fingers were gently playing with your hair. "You take good really care of me, ya know that?" you mumbled.

He switched the TV off when the episode ended and let out a yawn. "I try, doll."

"You're the best."

"Mhm."

"I love you, Buck."

"I love you too, Y/N/N."

You curled into him and closed your eyes. "No, James, I love you. So fucking much, but you'd never go for me."

He froze up and didn't respond right away. It took him a few minutes to find his words. You had fallen asleep, your lips slightly parted, and soft breaths leaving your mouth. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. "Tell me that when you're not drunk and please remember this in the morning," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair. "'Cause I love you too, Y/N. So much. You’re the only one I would ever go for."

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universe-n-3276 · 4 years ago

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Carrying the Moon

Chapter 16

It had been almost a year since Charlotte had left, and life had gone on for everyone.

Time is something ethereal, ineffable, theoretical, and relative. Usually, when someone disappears as Charlotte did, after some time, no one can perceive how many days have passed. One closes his eyes and suddenly, it's been ten days. Ten months. Ten years.

But, of course, Charlotte didn't like conforming herself to the regular conventions of life. She vanished, but she had left Hero behind her. On his face, everyone could almost count the days one by one. The passage of time was so clear, it was scary.

It was mid-July.

In a month, Hero would be one year old.

He could walk and talk, or at least he tried. He often made very long speeches with words that were mostly made up, or that only his dads were able to understand the meaning of.

Their life was tiring, but beautiful and happy.

Everyone had survived, even without Charlotte, and Sander would never expect it.

They had graduated, and although the future was still uncertain, they allowed themselves to relax and have fun without thinking about anything, during the last months of summer.

Jens and Lucas, who had returned home from the hospital, were thrilled at the prospect of finding a full-time job so that they could finally afford a larger apartment, in which they could welcome all their new and old friends.

That morning, Sander and Robbe were driving north to the beach house Sander had rented for a well-deserved weekend of relax. Hero had been left in the loving care of his grandmother, with the promise of two FaceTime calls a day. His parents wanted to take him with them to see him play in the sand and have his very first experience on the beach, but after so much effort to graduate on time, the two of them needed to spend time alone.

Sander was driving because Robbe had always flatly refused to take a driver's license.

He had one hand on the wheel and with the other, he was holding his fiance’s. The car was being filled by Bowie's warm voice, which was entertaining them towards their destination.

Sander momentarily took his eyes off the road, hearing Robbe laugh. He was looking at his phone with a happy expression painted on his face.

“Hey, only I can make you smile like that!”

Robbe rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying to hold back a smile.

“First of all, watch the road. Second, it’s your mother. She sent me pictures of Hero taking a bath. He's so cute.”

“I want to see them too!”

Sander pouted and pushed his lower lip out, looking at his fiance who promptly made him turn his face back to the street.

After a while, the music was again the only sound filling the car. Robbe was staring blankly out the window as he listened to Sander humming along with Bowie.

Just a few months earlier, their everyday reality would have seemed only a pipe dream. Robbe touched the ring on his finger and smiled. The thrill of being officially engaged to the love of his life hadn't left him yet, and he wished, he could go back to when as a teenager, he had felt lost, alone, and scared, to whisper in his ear that everything would have been fine in the end.

When the car's GPS showed them that their destination was nearing, both boys looked up to the dark sky above their heads and sighed. It would have probably rain soon. It was certainly not the weather they expected to find, especially Sander who had planned everything.

The beach house was beautiful. It looked like it came straight out of a movie, with the terrace overlooking the sea, and despite the bad weather, the view was still breathtaking.

They brought their bags inside the cabin, just before it started raining, and decided to explore the house they had rented, knowingly looking at each other, as soon as they saw how inviting the bed was.

They kept exploring the remaining rooms as the storm raged outside. They could hear the rain hitting the windows and the sound of the waves that almost drowned out the thunder. There was something strangely relaxing in it, despite the anger of nature manifesting itself, in all its power, before their eyes.

Abandoned on a piece of furniture they found a deck of UNO cards and decided to play a few rounds to spend some time. Sander and Robbe weren't used to having anything to do, but they swore to themselves, they wouldn't spend the whole weekend in bed.

They had been playing for about an hour and Sander kept losing each round. By that time, all his competitiveness had vanished due to the humor of the situation, and his fiance too had begun to cheer for him, despite being playing against each other.

When Robbe laid another +4 on top of the discard pile, they both screamed in amusement and Sander threw his cards on the table in a dramatic way.

“Nooo! Robbe! I thought you loved me!”

“Sorry!”

“Why are you keeping doing this to me?”

“Because you suck at this game, babe.”

“It's because when there are only two players, it's only a matter of luck.”

Sander suddenly looked down at his phone, frowning. He had behaved like this for days, but when they sat face to face, it became very evident.

“Why are you so jumpy every time you get a text lately?”

“I'm not jumpy.”

“Sander, I know you.”

Robbe was looking at him skeptically, with a raised eyebrow. Sander could often read him as if he had his thoughts written on his forehead, but the other way around was also true. Robbe knew his fiance’s every gesture and knew when he was acting weird.

“I'm not! I swear!”

“And now you are hiding your phone! Who are you texting, Sander?”

“It's just my mom.”

“Let me see it, then.”

In seven years of relationship, neither of them had asked the other to read his texts, and neither of them had ever hidden anything. Sometimes Sander or Robbe got a text and the other read it, just because they never had this kind of boundaries. That situation seemed very unusual, and it was a symptom of something.

“No! Why?”

“Are you texting Noor?”

“Noor?”

Sander's mouth dropped open, looking at his fiance as if he just grew another head. He couldn't believe Robbe thought he was cheating on him. Especially after less than a month since they were officially engaged. He felt offended by that thought and that sudden insecurity on Robbe’s part. Sander wanted to say something about it, but he couldn’t because he was actually texting someone without telling Robbe.

He had texted Charlotte about their engagement, and she had replayed immediately, but the conversation died there, although Sander still hoped that his sister would start a conversation sooner or later, so every time he got a text, he was afraid it was her and that Robbe would find out.

He hadn't told him about it yet, because somehow if Charlotte got closer to them and eventually wanted to take Hero away, it would be his fault, and he didn't want to give Robbe any worries.

“We just got engaged!”

“Robbe, I'm not texting Noor, or anybody else. Just trust me, okay?”

“I'm tired of playing. This game is boring if it’s just the two of us. I'm gonna go to bed.”

Robbe got up, leaving his cards on the table, and disappeared into the bedroom. Sander buried his face in the palms of his hands and sighed. He hated hiding things from his fiance, making him feel insecure, and worried but at the same time, he didn't want to talk about Charlotte, especially at that moment, when they should have simply been happy, enjoying some freedom.

He stood up to join Robbe, finding him curled up against a pillow, lying on his side with his eyes closed. Sander lay down behind, spooning him.

“Baby.”

Robbe said nothing, and Sander sighed, starting to rub his nose on the back of his fiance’s head, as he held him tighter against his chest.

“I know you're not sleeping.”

“Have you already regretted it?”

Those raw words left Sander breathless for a few seconds. He really couldn't believe Robbe was asking him such a thing.

“I hope you're not talking about our engagement because you can't possibly be serious.”

Robbe turned slightly, to look his fiance in the eyes, and at that moment Sander wished he didn't know how to read the other so well because his face was painted with mordant emotions that had the power to hurt both of them.

“Why are you being this weird? It's because I wanna adopt Hero?”

“What? No! Absolutely not!”

“I just don't understand.”

“Because there’s nothing to understand.”

Sander felt guilty. He was making the love of his life believe that he was seeing things that weren't there. He was making him question his instincts, deceiving him. He felt terrible, but he had to do what was best for both of them, so when Robbe pushed him away, he pulled back, trying to make his most convincing puppy eyes.

“Robin.”

“Don't call me that when I'm mad.”

“Robin, please.”

He begged, pouting this time because Sander knew very well that no one had ever been able to resist that combination, and he also felt that Robbe was letting himself go in his arms.

“I hate you.”

“We came here to celebrate, don't be mad.”

“You and your puppy eyes. Fuck.”

He said, burying his face completely against the Sanders' chest. Then he smiled, intertwining their legs together. Their love getaway could officially start.

***

Jens woke from his nap at the sound of a broomstick falling to the floor. He frowned and stood up, still sleepy, walking towards the source of that noise. Standing in the kitchen, with a mop in his hand and a bucket full of water and detergent at his feet, there was Lucas who was trying to wash the floor with just one hand.

“What the hell are you doing, Lucas Van der Heijden?”

“I'm just trying to help!”

Lucas's voice was frustrated, just like the expression on his face. Since they got back home from the hospital, Jens had prevented him from doing anything but staying in bed, watching tv, or going to the kitchen to eat. He was afraid that Lucas would get hurt again, and that his complete recovery would be further prolonged.

Also with a broken wrist, there was very little he could do. But as usual, he had underestimated his boyfriend's stubbornness.

“Put that mop down!”

“No! I wanna help!”

He said, pouting. Jens had never thought they would argue for who should not do the cleaning, and instead there he was, trying to take the mop away from Lucas's hand, while he spun around with the agility of a ballerina.

“You have a fucking cast!”

“Right! But I have two hands. The last time I broke my wrist, I kept skating. Besides, chores are not dangerous!”

“When you broke your wrist at 14, I wasn’t your boyfriend.”

“Jens, please. I'm almost done.”

Lucas knew perfectly well that Jens couldn’t resist him at all, so after a little bit more of pouting and begging, Jens just sighed, going to lean on the door-frame.

“Fine. But I'll stay here to check on you.”

Lucas smiled and resumed fumbling with the mop, in a strangely effective way for a single-handed person. He finished cleaning the kitchen in five minutes.

Jens let him put away the bucket and mop without saying a word, and when he was done, Lucas walked over to his boyfriend, looping his arms around his neck.

“See? It wasn't that hard.”

“You could have slipped on the wet floor.”

“But I didn't. Now, kiss me.”

Jens smiled, happy to please his boyfriend, and pressed his lips against the other’s. Lucas slipped his fingers through Jens' hair, pulling them slightly, and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, moaning when his tongue met Jens’.

They hadn't had sex in a while, so it was very easy for both of them, to heath up at the bare minimum.

Jens stroked the back of Lucas' thighs and lifted him off the ground, while the other tied his legs behind his waist. They kept going like that until both had to break the kiss to catch their breath.

Lucas rubbed his nose against his boyfriend's, smiling softly at him.

“You're so handsome.”

“So are you.”

“Sure, must be that purple bruise under my eye, or the greasy hair.”

“It's just a few more days, Luc, then we can shower together.”

“So hot.”

“Yeah, so hot.”

They both laughed, and Jens carried Lucas into their bedroom, making him sit on the bed. They continued to cuddle for a while, while a comforting silence reigned throughout their apartment. It was nice to be alone, slowly rediscovering each other. Taking their time to admire every detail on the other's face, since other areas were still off-limits. It felt like they were teenagers again, when they spent hours kissing and laughing, hidden in their bedrooms, without the world disturbing them.

Lucas leaned on Jens' shoulder, playing with the neck of his boyfriend's shirt, suddenly becoming more serious. It happened often since the accident and what worried him ended up being always the same matter, Jens knew it.

“Lucas, stop thinking about what happened. You said sorry a million times.”

“I know, but I realized that pushing you away, being angry and mean, is my coping mechanism. I saw my parents do this so many times during my childhood, especially my mom, and I don’t know. Maybe I was just trying to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself from what?”

“From the idea that eventually I’d get hurt. I always saw Sander and Robbe as an ideal couple and when they broke up I thought they didn’t make it, so why Jens and I should? I kind of convinced myself that we were about to end things up too.”

Jens was confused. No matter how many times they talked about that, there was still something new coming up to the surface. It was good because it meant they were working things up, and their relationship was starting to heal.

“Why haven't you mentioned this before?”

“It wasn’t something I did on purpose. But you know what? we survived Jens, thanks to you.”

“Next time something bothers you, even if you don’t know what it is, please tell me, and we’ll try to figure it out together.”

“I promised.”

Lucas smiled, pressing little kisses to Jens' jaw, who closed his eyes and sighed, completely touch-starved. He wanted to feel Lucas everywhere again, but he needed to be responsible for both of them, so he gently squeezed his boyfriend's hand to make him stop.

“Jens, please. I want to make you feel good.”

“But you are already making me feel good by saying all of these things. Besides, I'm super hungry, we should start cooking something!”

Jens freed himself from his boyfriend's arms and quickly got up before the other could reach him again. It was painful but necessary. Lucas rolled his eyes and grunted crossing his arms on his chest, and that was it. There was no way he couldn’t kiss away that adorable pout from his face, so taking Lucas by surprise he crushed his mouth against his boyfriend’s, because maybe if they were really careful, there was something they still could do to make each other feel good.

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Chapter 18: Lost and Found

(Historia)

The queen was in the tea room enjoying her midday hearing a violinist playing music and her handmaidens giggling while they danced to the music. Some of the noble women gossip about the latest scandal of some noble lady who had a strange eating disorder. Historia doesn’t understand what’s so funny about others suffering. She rolled her eyes while pouring tea into her cup. Her gentle fingers picked up the china tea cup handle then pressed the rim on to her plump pink lips to sipped the sweet bitter taste of black tea. It’s such a shame her love was not able to drink this good tea.

How long has it been since she saw her husband or her son? HIstoria frowned from thinking about her son, Atticus. Her precious newborn was on the other side of this world without her and Levi. She had hope he was being looked after well. At least Sasha was there raising him until this war is over. Also, she worried about what they were doing to her husband? Is Levi suffering from being tortured? Oh god, it kills her knowing he’s in pain but trying to be brave about it.

While she was lost in her own thoughts, a male servant said her name. “Your Grace, you have an audience.” He whispered to the queen.

“Let them in.” She gave the order.

The male servant nodded then went to the double doors and opened. Historia glared when Zeke, Floch, Yelena and Eren entered. Behind them there were two more figures. A man and a woman. Historia felt regrettable for allowing the Jaegerists to have an audience with her.

“Ah Queen Historia, you look better than the last time I saw you!” Zeke spoke.

Historia stared coldly at Zeke. “Whatever it is you're here, speak now. As you can see, I’m trying to enjoy my tea time before I have other duties to deal with after.” She sipped her tea slowly.

She noticed how Eren hadn't looked at her but to the woman next to him. The same woman took a glimpse at him to give a warm smile. A smile that Historia can tell when you share mutual feelings with each other. Then Eren in return smiles at her back. Oh it looks like he had found someone. This made Historia happy for Eren but she was still upset for his odd behavior when he and the Jaegerists kidnapped her.

The blonde haired, blue eyed queen pulled her attention back to Zeke who frowned at the way she responded to him. What does Zeke except that she welcome him with open arms like one big happy family? All it does is give her more reasons to kill him. Historia was getting moodier when the Jaegerists move into the palace as the Grandmaster Templar’s henchmens.

“We apologize for interrupting your tea time, but here to introduce you to your new official personal handmaiden. The KIng had chosen her to serve you as a gift.” Zeke glanced at Floch to gesture him to bring the other woman upfront for Historia to see properly.

Floch had a smudge on him when he grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled her upfront. The woman glared at Floch with those murderous silver eyes. The queen felt her heart stopped. Those eyes remembered her Levi. She felt tears wanted to come out but made sure to bottle up those sad feelings.

“Floch, I don’t appreciate the way you handle this poor woman.” one her blue eyes fiercely glanced at the red haired Jaegerists. “Come here, miss. What is your name?” Her icy tone shifts to soft and warm for the woman in front of her. The woman was brown with wavy long hair. Her skin tone was olive. She had nice cheekbones. Her eyes are grey/silver. Historia can tell this woman was around her age. This woman has natural beauty.

The woman bow her head as she gracefully courtesy a bow in respect. “My name is Eveline Potts, your majesty.” Eveline had been perfecting her Eldian accent to blend here. Thanks to Eren who helped how a native Paradisian acts.

Historia smiled at Eveline. “Eveline? What a pretty name? Well Eveline, it’s a pleasure meeting you. Lady Janelle will show you the protocol how things work as a handmaiden. You will be given a gown until the tailor makes a new one as all my ladies in waiting have.” The queen gestured Lady Janelle to lead Eveline away to start her tutorial as the queen’s handmaiden.

Historia once again observed how the brunette bowed to her and followed Lady Janelle out of this room. She glanced at everyone annoyingly. What else does the Jaeger brothers want?

“Eren, you have been quiet. Do you and brother want to say something? I know all of you aren’t here just escorting my new handmaiden here.” Of course, she was not an idiot to see they want to discuss more matters.

“I don’t have much to say, but Zeke does.” He looked at his brother and female Jaegerist.

“Very well, continue.” Historia’s focus on Zeke once again.

“His majesty had kindly gifted one of the Reiss family’s land to me. He informed me to tell you.” Zeke had said.

Historia felt her knuckles turned white from gripping the handle of her chair too tight. How dare him? How fucking dare Nathaniel gave one of her own family’s property to this beast? The queen felt rage boiling inside her. She was trying to be calm and collective.

“Oh really? I was not aware he is able to give away my lands to you or anyone responsible for screwing my people.” Her jaw was tight from grinding her teeth. She breath slowly to regain her thoughts. She would let him or anyone have the satisfaction to make her explosive.

“But as my lord and king; it’s his right to handle my lands.” Historia wanted wine or something stronger as these words coming from her lips made her feel sick. What else he wanted to control? Can she at least have something that’s hers alone?

“I will make sure the land will be maintained well.” Zeke smirked.

“I see. Is that all? All of you are dismissed if there’s nothing important to say.” She waved her hand in dismissal.

The Jaegerists bow then they leave the room. Historia noticed how her ladies got quiet when Zeke mentioned one of her lands was given to him. The queen wanted to also dismiss them just to be alone for a while. Suddenly, her tea time was over as her next scheduled duty was about to start.

“Ladies, enjoy the rest of the tea, music, and dance. I have meetings to attend to.” Historia gets up to walk out of the Tea Room.

For the rest of her day, the queen attended small meetings that involved charity and social events. As Historia was a queen consort not the queen regnant anymore, her role was to handle domestic events to make the monarchy look good for the public. It irritated her. She wanted to make a difference by helping those in need. The only thing she was happy to handle was some charities to support the poor and those in need.

Historia yawned from a heavy schedule today. She walked into her chamber and flopped on the sofa. A soft femnine welcomed the queen.

“Welcome your majesty. I hope you had a wonderful day. Would like a warm bath? I had already prepared for you just now.” Eveline just came out from the bathroom preparing the queen’s bath if she desires to be clean.

“Oh, I didn’t see you. I forgot I have a personal handmaiden instead of relying on my ladies in waiting.” The blonde queen giggled.

Eveline smiled when the queen giggled from being startled. “I apologize, my queen. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No no it’s fine.” Historia said while taking off her shoes.

“But that warm bath does sound nice to use.” She continued.

Historia got up and walked to the bathroom. The handmaiden followed her to go assist her. The queen began to discard her clothes. Her clothes fell onto the floor which Eveline bent down to pick up each of the queen’s clothes to place them into the clothes dispenser for later to be washed. After removing all her clothes, Historia carefully dipped her leg into the warm tub and moaned in joy from feeling the warm water on her skin. Now her body submerges from the water. Only shoulders and her head were not touched by the water. The handmaiden began to wet her golden hair and pour shampoo to massage her head to clean her hair.

Historia let her body relax from being intense all day. This is what she needed. She was angry seeing the Jaegerists in her presence. They played a part in overthrowing her and the military. The military knew they were terrorists who tried to use her as their puppet to bring back the glory of the Eldia Empire. She won’t allow that to happen. Ever since Ymir guided her from her subconscious, she smiled and played the perfect royal consort while secretly exploring hidden areas the queen never knew this palace had.

She let her handmaiden wash her arm with a sponge. The queen noticed an emerald ring on her handmaiden’s finger. Her blue eyes glanced at the woman. “What a beautiful ring you have here? I’m surprised a woman of your status can afford a ring like that.”

Eveline paused to mentally want to smack her forehead from forgetting to remove her ring and place it somewhere safe. “It is beautiful. If you assume I stole it then you are mistaken, your majesty.” Historia noticed the way her handmaiden sounded annoyed.

Historia felt a bit guilty to jump into conclusion thinking this woman must have stolen. The blonde woman has mixed feelings with this strange woman. Her handmaiden could be a spy for Zeke or to Nathaniel. She doesn’t trust this woman yet.

“I see. May I ask where you got it from? It seems this ring is very precious to you.” Historia wanted fish out information from the woman if she’s working with her enemies.

Eveline pour water on her skin to rinse the soap out. “My fiance gave me the ring to propose a marriage. This ring was his mother. It was passed down from women in his family for generations. As he is the last member and only son, he inherited it and gave it to me. I don’t usually like jewels but I made an exception because it belonged to his dead mother.”

“Congratulations on your proposal. You must love your fiance to accept it.” The queen said.

“Of course, I love him always and forever. We may share different ideologies but he does have other qualities that made me fall in love all over again.” Historia could tell this woman sounded sincere from the way she spoke about her fiance.

“Is your fiance Eren Jaeger?” Historia was bold when she asked the main question. This startled Eveline.

“I- I don’t know who this Eren Jaeger you’re mentioning about, your majesty.” Eveline trying to deflect the question.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what i’m talking about. I saw the way you both looked at each other in the Tea Room. He was uninterested until he glanced at you. His smile was full of life and hope. I have not seen him ever like this at all. Not even when he and I were cadets.” Historia said.

Eveline frowned from not keeping up her usual act. SHe usually was good at deceiving people, but with the queen was difficult. Maybe meeting her grandmother in this era made her feeling a bit guilty to lie about her own existence. She could have told her who she is and the future her grandmother will face. Of course, the woman from the future could not. It would alter the future more than it already has been.

“So you know about Eren like you personally know him?” Eveline curious how her grandmother knew Eren?

“We were acquaintances but also comrades, that is until I was crowned as queen. He was a boy soldier with a hatred against titans. He was vocal about it. Everyone knows he, Mikasa, and Armin were victims and survivors of the fall of Shiganshina.They had seen their fellow town people and their loved ones get eaten by titans. He used his titan shifting powers to help save humanity which at that time we had thought we were the last humans on in this world. I remembered how I once admired his dedication to save human-kinds, but after the medal honor ceremony he became quiet and reserved. That fire in him had dim down. He began to distance himself from everyone including his best friends. One day, he ran away to join his brother and his followers to fulfill their mission. It was supposed to help our kind the Eldians to be free from this awful curse, but no one knows what’s the real plan.” Historia continued while Eveline washed the rest of the queen’s body.

“Have you liked him? As romantically find him attractive?” Now it was Eveline being the bold one. The way Historia talked about Eren seemed more than an acquaintance talking about someone else. She doesn’t blame her grandmother especially Eren is a good looking guy. She had been surprised Eren hadn’t had a girlfriend. A part of her was relief for not worrying about some ex trying to sabotage their relationship.

Historia turned her head at the woman. Why asking that ridiculous question? The queen observed small details from her handmaiden’s expression. Eveline had a curious expression.

“No. I only admired him as a comrade and a friend. Nothing more. However, Eren did claim to have strong feelings for me at one point. I was pregnant and just recently married to the man I love. Eren along the Jaegerists had kidnapped me. They planned to turn me into a titan as Zeke’s Thirteen years curse was almost up. They found out I was with a child and who was the father of my son…” She doesn’t understand why telling this woman who’s a stranger about everything that had happened to her within a year. The pain of being separated by her family and friends.

“I see...I’m sorry for what he did to you in the past. He didn’t tell me too much about his time with these extremists. Probably the less I know the safer I am.” Eveline finally finished washing the queen.

“You don’t need to apologize for him. It was him he needed to own his errors.” Historia said. The queen was handed a towel which she had got up to wrap around her body.

“I would advise you to hide your ring. People will suspect you have stolen it or try to steal it. Maybe wear it like a necklace.” The blonde woman suggested to the dark haired woman.

Eveline nodded while rubbing the ring on her finger. “I will consider it. Thank you, your grace.”

Historia smiled. “Well, I think it will be all for the rest of the night. I’ll handle the rest for myself. Sometimes being alone is good for you.”

“Oh yes of course, but your dinner is on the table. If you want it to warm it up, I don’t mind taking it back to let them know.” Eveline said.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind eating cold. I just want to go to bed as quickly as possible. It’s been an exhausting day. Have you been assigned where your new resident room is?” The queen was concerned if her new handmaiden knew where she'd rest.

“Yes, I already placed my personal items there. Alright, if there’s anything that you need, please let me know. I will let the guards know if you request my assistance. Have a well rested night, Queen Historia.” The handmaiden bows.

“Don’t worry, I will let you know if i do. Goodnight. Rest well, Eveline.” Historia gave a smile while dismissing her for the rest of the night. She watched the other woman exited her chamber.

Finally Historia was alone. She planned on wearing comfortable clothes for this new mission. This night will be the day to explore more. She walked out to the lounge area of her wing to where her desk was located. Her hand gripped on to the handle to pull the draw then grabbed a long paper with designs and labels on it. It was a map of the palace. Thank goodness, Historia was thinking ahead before the Templars invasion. The queen didn’t have the opportunity to use it as she mostly explored day time when everyone was too busy. Now, with her fasle husband was too busy for other matters; Historia grinned as her opportunity was starting.

She placed the map on the hard surface of the desk. Her eyes scanned to find the dungeon cells. Levi must be there. They must have held him. She will find him to see he was safe and alive. Then she’ll plan out an escape route for them to be reunited with the last remaining soldiers and warriors. This plan needs to be perfect or they will be screwed.

(Eve)

The hallways were dim with few candle lights to see enough where she’s going. Eve or Eveline the Queen’s handmaiden sighed from feeling overwhelming being close to her grandmother. Her grandmother was youthful and beautiful. She thought people were being too exaggerating that her grandma looked like an actual goddess. Low key, Eve felt self-conscious just being around her own grandma. After what she had learnt from her, Eren had strong feelings for her. This made her heart drop. It’s stupid to compare herself towards her own grandmother! She felt ashamed for having these pity jealousy thoughts of her grandma. Eve loves her. The American did have some good memories with her grandmother as a child even as an adult. Yes, both argued with different views or other dumb shit that it should not matter. In the end, they are family. Family is very important to Eve. Probably, that’s why when a serious argument happened Eve felt hurt for not being understood by most of her family members. Of course, she had tried to bottom up her feelings as it was pointless for them not vailding how she felt.

The thought of Eren might still have some feelings towards her grandma was now constantly on her mind. The brunette doesn’t know whether to confront him or not. Perhaps it’s not the best time to prioritize personal matters right now since she’s on a mission being a spy for the all military regiments and the Brotherhood. She needs to be focused and worry about her love life later. Besides, Eren was probably busy with whatever his brother made him do. Eve kept walking until she bumped into a figure.

“Well hello there again, Eveline.” You got to be fucking kidding me?! Out of all the people she had bumped to, it had to be that creep Floch.

Her annoyed grey eyes glared at the Jaegerist man. “Oh. It’s just you. What do you want, Floch?” She cautiously steps back to have space between them.

“Evie, do you have to be so rude? Here I thought we have a little chemistry going on.” His tone was wicked and playful, but not in a good way. He took a step toward her which she took a step back until her back pressed to the wall. The dim candle lights made it worse for Floch’s expression becoming sinister. When Eren, Rick, and Eve reached the capital and found Zeke, Floch had company with him and had his eyes on her. Eve felt his vibes were off and creepy. He had tried to be close to her and making disturbing comments which he believed it’s his way of flirty. The female Ackerman had tried to ignore him. Eren didn’t notice as he was too busy having a conversation with his brother and the other woman, Yelena.

Rick was observing everywhere. Eve felt in some way she had become Floch’s target. She will try to defend herself if Floch crosses the line. But would that give away if they figured out she was well trained to defend herself? Damn it, this is not the demila the dark haired heiress wanted to be in. Floch had already passed her personal space as his face leaned too close for her liking.

“Can you please back away? I need to rest.” Her tone was asservert, but he didn’t care. Floch chuckled darkly. “Why would I do that? I am finally alone with you, doll.”

She felt his unpleasant fingers brushing on her curvy side. Her hand instinctively slapped his hand away from her. The heiress was about to slide under his arm to escape, but Floch grabbed her arm to pull back then pinned her to the wall a bit harshly. She groaned from her back head smashed into the hard surface of the wall. Eve started to panic as her heart was pounding hard. Her throat became tighter, but had enough strength to speak.

“Let go of me!” She struggled while Floch laughed and groped her.

“Don’t be such a bitch. You enjoy this just as much as I do.” Floch said. Everything had happened so fast as Floch now was on the floor crying in pain while pressing his side face with his hand.

“You, fucking whore! You’ll pay for that.” He growled. Floch got up but Eve kicked him just like what her Grandpa Levi taught her. She looked down at her assaulter. Her body was shaking in rage and disgusted.

“Don’t you dare ever touch me. You fucking pig.” Her eyes were glowing silver. Floch was too busy feeling pain at his jaw from her strong kick. His head was staring at the ground trying to get up.

Eve could see some blood on the floor. Floch’s mouth was bloody. His cheek was forming a green and purple bruise. She saw a couple of his teeth on the floor. What do you expect? Let him have his way with her? Fuck no. He had it coming. Eve brushed off her dress and fixed her hair to look neat again. She didn’t bother to look at him. The heiress walked away leaving a whimpering Floch on the ground enduring from the pain she had inflected. The brunette wanted to leave soon because her anxiety from PTSD was coming soon. What Floch was so closed to had triggered a deep trauma she had tried to bury for many years. If she was not on this mission, Eve would have ripped him into pieces. Her titan was craving justice. She had to mentally calm her titan down as they are spies temporality.

Just when she was about to make a turn that led to her room, her head moved a bit to notice Eren and a woman talking. This woman had blonde hair and blue eyes, but those eyes are pale not sapphire blue. It was some stranger, but she reminded Eve of her grandma only taller and average looking. Her blonde hair was short into a ponytail. The dark haired Ackerman hid behind the cornered walls to hear their conversation. To be honest, she doesn’t want to see Eren at the moment from the conversation she had with Historia earlier. The heiress knew she had no right to be upset about his past dating life. She was no better for dating many guys before him. Maybe, it’s best to keep walking. She’ll need to trust him...right? Her hand subconsciously placed on her stomach. She remembered what Ymir said in her dream. She’s pregnant with Eren’s kid and it’s gonna be a girl. Eve frowned at the thought of having a kid. She was not ready to be a mother. She had planned not being anyone’s mother. The tragedy of the death of her Mother and her baby brother had made her not ever wanted to have kids. The thought of losing someone so innocent and pure; she would lose her humanity and go berserk. The last time she went berserk was that day. Also, the same day her Ackerman genes were activated. Plus, she has cousins and aunts and her uncle to continue their bloodline. Why does it matter anyways? Eren had mentioned he wanted to have kids…

She planned to have that talk to him soon. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard that woman’s voice.

“Eren, why are you ignoring me? You loved it when I made you feel good.” The blonde haired woman said. Eve’s eyes widened from what the woman said. Her head peeks a bit to see the woman’s hands under his chest. What the fuck was this slut doing? Why isn’t Eren doing anyway to stop her? Her silver’s eyes were wet as tears fell from seeing this sight. Please do something that you’re taken Anything?! She mentally screamed to herself.

Eren sighed. His expression looked uninterested. He finally removed her hands

From under his shirt. “Because I don’t need you anymore. Our time as sex partners is gone. I have other matters that need my attention since I’m back to resume my main mission.”

The blonde woman pouted. “Fine, I will leave you be, but on condition.” she smirked.

Eren raised an eyebrow. “What would that be?”

Eve was wondering too. She listened and watched them.

“Let’s just have one last fuck before this ends permantly. It’s the least you can do from the times I covered for you when your brother and Yelena kept interrogating me to know where you went? Come on, it’s not like you got a girl. Do you have a girlfriend?” She said curiously.

Eren stared at the persistent woman. “No. I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said.

The woman grinned. “Then my last request shouldn’t be a problem.”

Eren knew what he was about to do would eat him alive. He is just doing this for her sake. He wanted to protect Natasha. If they found out he had a fiance, his brother or the Grandmaster Templar will use that against him and hurt her. He can’t let that happen. He pulled the woman close to him then moved her to the wall as the woman smirked victoriously. Eve was shocked when Eren was actually going to do her request. Eve started to hear unpleasant moans. She peek again to see exactly what they were doing. Eren thrusting into the woman in a bare back position. The dark haired future woman was sobbing from the heart break of seeing Eren fucking some girl. Eve had her hand cover her mouth from not making noise. SHe could catch them in the act, but why should she give him the chance to explain? This is too much. Eve’s body was trembling from witnessing an awful act of betrayal. The female Ackerman had enough listening mostly the girl’s moans and quietly walked away.

Just as she’s away from them, Eve felt a sharp pain on her abdominal. “Ow.” She hissed while hold on to her stomach. She dragged herself to where the door of her room was located. Another sharp pain appeared. She fell onto her knees. The Eldian- American felt warm fluid coming out between her legs. Quickly, she hiked up her dress to see blood running down her legs. She placed her hand between her legends to stop the bleeding. One of the female staff was walking with towels then gasped seeing Eve in this stage.

“Miss! Here you need to go see the palace doctor. I think you are miscarrying.” The lady ran to her to help her up and lead her to where the infirmary room is.

“Miscarrying? I’m actually pregnant?” Eve was disoriented from witnessing the miscarriage.

“Yes yes, we must go quickly or you could lose more blood or worse get an infection.” The lady kept leading her until they reached the doctor who was reading a book. The doctor saw Eve with bloody hands and dress. He noticed the poor young woman was in the state of shock. He hastily rushed to both of them and helped Eve to be on the bed.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I think she miscarriage the baby. I don’t think this poor sweet girl didn’t know she was pregnant.” The lady felt sad from what she had witnessed too.

“We need to make sure the fetus is disposed of or she’ll get an infection from the decomposing fetus.” The doctor grabbed essential equipment to clean Eve from the blood. Eve looked at her hands and they were close together until she opened to reveal a tiny dark ball. This was her child. Her daughter that Ymir claimed it would be strong. yet , it didn’t make it. How ironic that she was thinking of her not being ready or want to have a kid. Now, she lost one. She had lost her baby and it crashed her fragile heart. An agony scream and sobbing let out from her. All in one night, she had to experience this fucked up shit. First being sexual assault by Floch then watching Eren betraying her heart now losing her baby. She could hear her titan mourn the loss of her offspring. Eve became numbed after crying.

After cleaning up the tragic mess, the doctor dismissed the lady who brought Eve here. The brown haired heiress was on a clean bed laying down. The doctor placed a cup of tea on the nightstand.

“Here, miss. This tea is specially blended with lavender and chamomile to relax you to go to sleep. I add some medicine to help you recover.” The doctor said as he helped her sit up.

Eveline grabbed the tea cup including the saucer plate then sipped the hot tea. It would have been comforting but the medicine ruined the taste. She placed the tea back onto the nightstand.

“Rest now miss. Tomorrow I’ll let the queen be informed of your situation.” The old doctor said.

“Wait, you don’t have to tell her grace. I will be ok by tomorrow morning.” Even though she was emotional in pain from the miscarriage and heart break, Eve needed to get through this mission if it gets her grandparents safe and win the war.

The doctor frowned at her comment. “Miss, I recommend that you rest tomorrow. I’m sure her majesty will agree.”

The brunette sighed then nodded in agreement. “Fine, but only tomorrow.”

He smiled from convincing her to rest one more day. “Good. Now, I’ll be right back. I need to do late night errands.” The doctor held some documents as he walked away from the infirmary wing.

Eveline was alone. She wanted something to distract her from tonight’s events. While the heiress was contemplating, a footsteps was heard echoing the hallway that connects this wing.

Eve glanced up to see the last person she ever wanted to see. Eren was standing in front of the bed where she was resting. “Eve, what happened? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

The dark haired woman glared at him. “Why do you bother to care?” her tone was low but still has venom in it.

This confused Eren on why she was acting cold towards him. He took a step forward to try to comfort her, but she jerked her body away from his comfort. “You know why? I love you and it pains me to see you hurting.” His tone was soft and sincere. To Eve, it doesn’t means nothing. He broke her trust and heart. How dare he come here?! The burning feeling of overwhelm by anger, pain, and agony. She lower her head so he doesn’t see her tears.

“Liar…” She whispered huarshly.

“Eve, why are you being like this? Did I do something-” Eren was trying to understand her.

“Don’t! Just fucking don’t pretend what you did hours ago.” Her steel colored eyes glanced at his emerald eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He was getting irritated with her vague words.

“I saw you…” Once again her tears fell. As Eren could see the pain and broken heart written on her face.

“You saw what?” Slowly Eren was figuring out what she meant. His heart felt scattered as he now knows why her attitude came off cold towards him.

“I fucking saw you fucking that Jaegerist whore. How could you do this to me, Eren? Am I not enough?” She let her tears turn into sobs. Her heart felt tight as her hand gripped on her clothes where the pain was located. Eren tried again to hold her. Eve fely his arms around her which wiggled to reject again.

“Don’t touch me! I can’t even look at you.” She was trying to break free but Eren was stubborn and kept holding her tight.

“Please...Natasha please hear me out. I didn’t do it to hurt you. I did it to protect you. If anyone is suspicious about me having someone that I love, they'll hurt you to hurt me. I won’t allow anything to harm you. Baby..please understand I did it for you. It was once.” He nuzzled on to her neck to beg her forgiveness.

Eve scoffed from his explanation. “You could have not fucked her. You don’t understand the image and sound I heard both of you making. I was crushed. You broke your promise and my heart is shattered. I was so distressed and hurt that I lost our baby...I lost it! I won’t get the opportunity to see her born and being loved by us!” She screamed from pain and sorrow.

Eren in shame lowered his head pressing onto her back shoulder. His tears fell from what he had caused. It was his fault. He was reckless to do anything to protect her. All he thought about was Eve when he gave what the blonde woman wanted. He had avoided her when she tried to seduce him; that's when her suspicion was becoming a concern for him. Belia was once just a bed warmer but nothing more before he and his brother had decided to separate. The titan shifter was not right on his mind from being under the influence of the Apple of Eden. He finally was free from it and met Eve. His beautiful, smart, and fiery Eve. He’ll go through hell to make atonement with her. Eren needed her. She is his freedom and happiness. All those years of anger and pain from losing loved ones, fighting titans, and fighting for his birthright for freedom. Right now, his freedom is slipping away from his actions.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I thought I did what was right to protect you. Forgive me please, Natasha. I love you so much. I will do anything to have your forgiveness. Tell me what I need to do to earn your trust and forgiveness?” She felt his lips gently kissing on her neck. How ironic that it’s him he’s begging her to stay with him.

“This is something it will take a long time for you to earn my trust, Eren. Whatever perspective you have on trying to protect the people you care about; it needs to be stopped and find a new perspective. All it does is hurting us. Your friends, family, comrades...they all care and have hope about you. It’s best for now we need some space until this war is over. If i’m your weakness then we can’t be together.” This is the only way for them to have time to reflect and deal with their obstacles. If fate allows it, then maybe she will consider forgiving him and take him back.

“Natasha, please don’t give up on us. I can’t be without you. I want to marry you and have children. I’m sorry baby. I love you always and forever.” He whispered to her ear.

Of course, this makes it harder for Eve to let him go. Despise for what his actions had caused her, Eve still loves him. Always and forever. She’s realistic sometimes and at the moment this is one of them. He has his part to play in this war and so does she. If they survived the war, maybe this will help them to be together like they had promised. As right now her anger and broken heart needed time away from him to be healed.

“You said you’ll do anything? I want us to have space and when the time is ready, I’ll be clear minded and ready to forgive you. I beg you let me go.” Even though they both needed it, it killed her for being away from him. He is her half.

“Alright...but I have few conditions. I know I have no right to ask you but please hear me out..” He said as his tone became more shaky from fighting the urge not let her go no matter what.

At first, she was ready to scowl at him for considering his demands. Eve sighed in defeat to let him be heard. “Fine, what are your conditions and I might consider them.”

“My first condition, I want you to keep the ring. Keep it safe. It’s always yours. My second condition, let me have one last night to hold you until tomorrow dawn. I will be gone by the time you wake up.” Eren said.

Eve paused to contemplate his conditions. If she says yes, it will make things harder for her to be away from him. But if she says no, she’ll regret not having one last moment with him. She looked away for a bit then made a decision.

“Alright, I will consider your terms.” She stared at him. Eren knew deep down he didn't deserve it.

Eve shuffled to lay on the bed but facing away from him. Eren carefully lay close to her and cuddled her tightly. He took a deep inhale to remember her scent that he won’t get to be near her for a long time. Seeing how she gave a small hope that one day they will be together again. His fiery determination has awoken again. Eren Jaeger will win Natasha’s heart and trust again.

Morning had appeared. Eve woke up to stretch her arms. She remembered the events of last night from being harassed by Floch to Eren’s betrayal. She let Eren spend the night with her as they departed. She turned to the empty spot where he had laid. He was gone as he had promised. Eve looked away and quietly cried. It hurts more being away from him. Her heart, soul and titan yearning for him. This was a torture.

(Historia)

Blue eyes stared at the map that leads to the dungeon cells. Historia barely could see from the dim halls of the unwanted area of the palace. She constantly looked over her shoulders in case someone was following her. She stopped to glance at the wall where the entrance to the dungeon was supposed to be. The queen sighed in annoyance. Did they conceal it? Historia doesn’t understand why the map claims the cells in there. Maybe the map needed an update. The blonde woman placed her hand to rest from feeling exhausted for an hour or two finding this dungeon.

A grinded nose was made when Historia pulled her hand back to see the wall slides to create an entrance. Huh? So there is a dungeon. How many secret doors are there in the palace? The royal woman glanced at both sides to see no one. She started walking down the stairs as the wall slided to close. It was dark until the fires ignited to light up the pathway down to the cells.

She made her way down until she was in the cells. Historia gasped when she saw many people in the cells. Some were noble families that disagreed with Nathianel taking the throne and the rest were soldiers and higher ranking officers. They all looked dirty and miserable. She felt crushed seeing her supporters being locked up. The queen slowly walked the aisle to find Levi if was placed here.

Most of the prisoners were asleep. She pulls her hood down to cover most of her face. It’s best no one knows who she is here. The guards could over hear and report back to Nathaniel or one of the templars. The queen walked further as there was another row of cells from all the way back. Most cells in this row were empty except two. She was Premier Pixis who was resting against the cell bars. Next to him was Levi. Her tears fell from finally seeing Levi for the first time since he came to rescue her. The joy seeing him made her pace her steps towards him. He was laying on the cold ground sleeping while his hand stuck out the gap of the bars. He looked pale and exhausted. She frowned from what they did to her husband.

Historia bent her knees low to reach his hand and hold it gently. Her face leaned closer to the bar where his head was pressed to it. “Levi, are you ok?”

Slowly Levi moved a bit. He heard a familiar voice. Probably, he was imagining it. The raven haired man opened his eyes to see the same ocean blue eyes that he fell in love with. Historia is here. She is real, not some hallucination.

HIstoria felt his hand squeezed hers. She smiled seeing he was responding. The queen pulled Levi’s hand on to her cheek to nuzzle affectionately. Her lover caressed her soft blushed cheek. Her presence felt so surreal. The male Ackerman slid up to be closer to the bars to be near as possible with his wife.

The blonde woman scoot closer to feel his body. She leaned in to give kisses on his hair and temple spots. Oh how she missed him. Historia was so glad he was alive. It was one of her fears that Nathaniel would send him to be executed.

“Oh god, Levi I missed you so much. I’m so sorry you’re suffering here.” She whispered to him quietly.

He barely made a sound except his famous tch sound until he finally spoke.

“I missed you too. Did they harm you or better yet, did that pretty face shithead touch you?” His tone was rough due to exhaustion.

“No, he hasn’t...but enough about me. What about you? What did they do to you? You looked terrible. I don’t have a lot with me but eat this and have some of my water.” She opened her small bag to pull out a meat pastry snack for Levi to eat. She carefully fed him the food.

Levi ate slowly since he knows if he ate too fast it will cause him a stomachache. After he finished the pastry snack, Historia shared her water canteen. Why did she bring them? She didn’t finish her meal and packed up those meat pastries if Levi was found.

“They haven't tortured me yet. I was put in some table with a transparent screen that’s attached to a machine to see my ancestor’s memories.” Levi explained to her.

Historia was confused by what he met by his words. “What machine? To see your ancestor’s memories? Is that possible?” She asked.

Levi nodded. “Yeah, I was reliving one of my ancestors that started the Ackerman bloodline that was known now. Get this; my ancestor wasn’t an Eldian. He was a long lost prince from some European nation, I think it was called England.” He said.

Historia was intrigued as he had learnt. “Oh, that’s a shock. What else did you find out?”

Levi was thinking. “He was kidnapped as a baby to be into the slave market in the Eldia Empire or now as Marley. Two middle aged couples bought him to raise him as their own kid. So far, he got married to a noblewoman who ran away from her marriage ceremony.” He said.

“Oh no.That’s horrible. It’s a good thing he was saved by kind people. Hm, you Ackerman men are into women that are from nobility.” She made a joke which Levi smirked and despised him looking like shit.

The captain looked into her eyes to memorize her beautiful blue sapphire eyes. He used his arms to slide between the bars. His hand reached to pull his wife and kissed her. The gap of the metal bars was where they pressed both their faces to kiss passionately. Historia was blissed from embracing his lips against hers. It’s been a long time since she felt his lips or any physical contact. This was right. Her love for Levi had always yearned to be beside. After their kiss, slowly they pulled away.

“Historia, even though I’m glad I get to see you again, what you did was risky. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You hear? Go back to your chamber before someone comes and find you.” He warned his queen.

Historia sighed. “I’ll go now, but I am coming back.” She gave him one last kiss then got up. She looked at him feeling guilty and sad to leave him here in the cold dungeon.

“I love you, Levi. I promise I will find a way to get you out and the rest of them.” She said with determination.

Levi couldn’t convince her to not do more reckless things but she was determined and stubborn. “Just be careful please. I love you, Historia. This nightmare will be over soon.”

She gave a warm smile at him then started to head out now. Once she exited the dungeon and closed the wall. Historia looked both ways as no one was there. The blonde woman walked through the hallways to try to get back to her chamber.

While she was walking, Historia saw a glimpse of the infirmity wing where Eveline her handmaiden was laying on the bed sleeping. Next to her, Eren Jaeger was laying down sleeping next to her as he held her tight. Who would have thought Eren would find love, especially what he was capable of? That’s one of the respects Historia has with Eren now. There was hope for him. Her friend was becoming who he used to be before. Later in the morning, she will ask why her handmaiden was in the infirmary wing at night time? The queen has to wait and she doesn’t want to wake them up. The queen continued walking to her chamber. Once she got there, the blonde woman got ready for bed. Tomorrow will be a bit brighter as she finally got to see Levi alive.

A/N: I’ve been distracted again which it’s why it took longer than I usually do. So here’s chapter 18. What do you guys think? Until next time.

#rivahisu #levihisu #levi ackerman #historia reiss #eretasha #eren jeager #OC: Natasha

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fic: “Long-Term,” Aziraphale/Crowley, outsider POV | 1.6K, G

(Nominally a sequel to this)

Officiating weddings has got to be one of Dr. Blackwell’s favorite parts of ministry, and although she’s probably not supposed to have preferences, if she looks deep into her jaded lesbian heart with any degree of honesty, queer weddings are by far the best.

Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bowtie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bowtie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bowtie that has never heard the word irony.

His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.

Everything about his posture screams ‘Extremely complicated feelings about religion ahoy!’

Ex-Catholic, Dr. Blackwell thinks sagely.

Something funny about their names, too. Their names are--

They’re--

(She knows they both gave her their names, but as she looks at their faces, there is a curiously name-shaped hole where the sounds should go. Every time she approaches the edges of this thought, it ripples and changes shapes, and whispers, ‘Don’t worry now, it’s really of no consequence, is it?’

Dr. Blackwell didn’t get a degree in Unitarian Universalist theology by looking away from paradoxes. ‘Curiosity is earthly and holy and wonderful,’ she tries to tell the thought, pushing forward, ‘even to question truly is an answer--’

‘Ah yes,’ the thought says after her third attempt, ‘very nice, but in this particular case--’ and the absence where their names should be yawns, stretches, and swallows down all of her related concerns with a shrug.)

She blinks. She watches as Bowtie casually takes Sunglasses’ hand, as Sunglasses responds with a look so gooey and sweet and private that she feels a bit weird for intruding. How, she thinks, the fuck did you two meet?

The only thing they seem to have in common, beyond their feelings for each other, is a certain aura of personal disaster. Still, let she whose outfit doesn’t heavily feature Birkenstocks and cat hair throw the first stone. So to speak.

“So,” says Dr. Blackwell, “anything in particular I should know first? Any thoughts, or concerns?”

“The hymns,” says Bowtie, “or. Uh. The songs, I suppose?” He coughs. “Any chance we could stick with ones that don’t, you know, prominently feature--?” He pointedly casts his eyes towards the ceiling and almost seems to mutter, “No point in asking for trouble.”

“Oh, of course,” she says, shaking off the flash of weirdness like an errant cobweb. “We have plenty of non-denominational hymns.”

“About what,” Sunglasses says with a slight sneer. “Tax forms? Penguins? Automotive repair?”

Oof. Definitely an ex-Catholic, she thinks. You can smell the baggage from here.

“Mostly about the inherent holiness in doing good, or the beauty of nature?” says Dr. Blackwell. “Sometimes, someone will sort of retrofit a classical melody to Transcendentalist poetry, but those tend not to scan so well, in my opinion.”

Somehow, without any eye contact, Sunglasses manages to give her a wary look.

“You can borrow a hymnal if you’d like,” she continues. “We tend to edit out the G-word anyway. Makes the atheists and the agnostics a bit jumpy, me included.” Bowtie starts.

“You don’t,” says Sunglasses, “believe in--?”

“Not really,” says Dr. Blackwell. “Suppose I’ll allow for the possibility, but in my mind, the existence of some divine Heavenly will is just not as important as other questions. Like ‘How do I do what’s right for the planet and everything on it?’”

“How do I avert the apocalypse,” Sunglasses murmurs.

“Exactly,” she says with a laugh, “although I’d settle for doing something about Brexit.”

Neither of them laugh, and after an awkward pause, she adds,

“As far as music goes, for the ceremony. If you’ve got a song that really resonates with you, no matter what it is, let me know and we can work that in.”

“No Queen,” says Sunglasses immediately.

It feels like there should be a story here, but Bowtie only turns to him and says, “What was that band you liked? Velveteen--”

“We’re not playing Velvet Underground at our wedding,” Sunglasses says.

“Same thing goes for readings, too,” says Dr. Blackwell. “If there’s a text that holds special meaning--”

“Hm,” says Bowtie, “yes, about that--” He reaches to his side and heaves an antique leather briefcase onto her desk. “May I?”

“Of course.”

Bowtie fiddles with the latch, which clicks open to reveal a mountain of papers: wine-stained cocktail napkins and looseleaf notebook pages, parchment-looking stuff, and everything in between. It’s a veritable avalanche of love poems, as well as quotations from various plays and books, all laboriously hand-copied in the same tidy penmanship.

“Angel,” says Sunglasses slowly. “What is this.”

Pink-cheeked, Bowtie flutters his hands. “Just--some things I’d been setting aside!”

“For how long,” Sunglasses says, leaning forward. He sounds delighted but also deeply confused.

“So sorry,” Bowtie tells Dr. Blackwell, “I really should’ve organized these better! Even a rudimentary system--”

“It’s fine,” she says, blankly. She really hopes it isn’t going to be her job to narrow down the options. There are literally hundreds.

“How long,” Sunglasses repeats.

“You know how long!” hisses Bowtie.

Sunglasses plucks a sheet off the pile, rubs it between his thumb and finger. “They stopped making paper like this in the nineteenth century,” he says, sounding strangely triumphant about it.

Dr. Blackwell furrows her forehead, where a number of facts are colliding uncomfortably inside, like how some of these specimens are clearly very new, some are so old she’d be uncomfortable touching them with her bare hands, and the handwriting on every one of them is identical.

“Oh!” she says with sudden bright clarity. “Are you two vintage paper enthusiasts?”

“Yes,” says Bowtie. “Love it, love the stuff, simply cannot get enough.” And then, to Sunglasses, with a pointed look in Dr. Blackwell’s direction, “We’ll talk about it later.”

Maybe they met at a convention, she thinks. That’s nice.

“How about you pick out your top five first?” she suggests. “Or ten.” She glances down at the mound of text. “Also, we might need to get some volunteer readers for some of these, because my French isn’t exactly up to par. Or my--is that Middle English?”

“Haha, how did that get in there, couldn’t even begin to guess,” Bowtie babbles. He has to brace most of his weight on the briefcase lid to wrench it closed again. Sunglasses watches with interest, chin resting in his hands. “Yes, I will, I will absolutely weed some of these out, not to worry--”

The rest of the conversation is standard, for the most part. It’s going to be a relatively small ceremony, no child ring bearers and thankfully no animal ones either. (They have a whiff of eccentricity that had made Dr. Blackwell nervous one of them might suddenly produce a cat on a leash, insisting it was trained. In her experience, granting your beloved calico or tabby custodianship of the rings was a quick recipe for a ringless, catless wedding.) Only a shared stricken look at the possibility of involving any parents in the proceedings.

This, sadly, is also quite standard with older queer couples.

“Between you and me,” says Dr. Blackwell, “and I know this isn’t very ministerial of me. But if the people who raised you don’t support what you have together, which is clearly a wonderful and beautiful and life-affirming thing, I say to Hell with ‘em, you know?”

Bowtie chuckles unsteadily. “I’ll take that under advisement.”

“How long have you two been together?” she asks.

Bowtie and Sunglasses stare at each other. There is a long beat of silence. This is normally, she thinks, not a very hard question.

“How long have we been together?” says Sunglasses at last. The shades may hide his eyes but every molecule of his being is oriented at his fiance. “Hm?”

“Six thousand--” Bowtie starts, resolute.

“What,” says Dr. Blackwell.

“Days!” Bowtie finishes. “Six thousand days!”

“So,” she does some fast mental math, “about sixteen years, then?”

“Yes,” says Bowtie decisively.

“That’s great,” says Dr. Blackwell. “I’ve been with my wife for almost six years, I hope we’re still this much in love a decade from now.” There’s just something so reassuring about meeting older queer couples, she thinks. Bowtie and Sunglasses must be at least forty. Maybe fifty?

(It’s odd; they’re clearly solid, clearly sitting in front of her, but every time she tries to clue into any specific detail about either of them, her mind sort of skitters away from it--

Her head hurts.)

“Guessing you want a short service,” she says, rubbing at her forehead. “I’ll just write out a few remarks for you two to look over first, if that’s alright? I can email something to you by the end of the week.”

“Sounds perfect!” says Bowtie.

They shake hands. She watches them leave, watches Sunglasses mutter something in Bowtie’s ear that makes him smile on the way out the door.

Pair of oddballs, but in a nice way, she thinks. You can’t always tell, as a minster, which couples are going to make it in the long run, but she hopes this all works out for them. Maybe it will. They’ve already stood the test of time, it seems.

Sixteen years--they’ve been together since early 2000.

Imagine, she thinks. Just imagine.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #codename pending #sort of a pre-marriage fic #99% fluff and 1% soft eldritch horror #not sure about ao3ing this one bc it's just so self-indulgent

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glorifiedpigeon · 5 years ago

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Fluffuary - Joining the Family

An Intruality oneshot! Patton's supposed to be having the happiest time of his life. A beautiful wedding day- interrupted by some of their enemies. That is unacceptable.

AO3

Patton smiled as his fiancé's reflection came up behind him. He traced the wide collar of his dress, pausing at the place where the white lace brushed against the dip of his collar bone. He saw Remus grin that dangerous grin of his in the mirror, and suddenly the man was wrapping his arms around Patton's waist from behind.

Patton giggled as Remus growled playfully in his ear. "You look-" he stopped and pressed an open mouth kiss to the place just below Patton's ear- "absolutely ravishing. I could just eat you up."

"You weren't supposed to see me before I came down the aisle, Honey Bee," Patton commented, turning in Remus' arms.

"Pssh," Remus scoffed. "We're gay, what bad luck could possibly come of the groom seeing the other groom's dress?"

Patton spun out of Remus' arms easily, stepping away from the folding mirror and going to the door. "Well, come on then, if we're going down the aisle together, then we'd better get going now."

Remus stuck out his arm, and Patton delicately laid his hand in the crook of his fiance’s elbow. Then, they began to walk out of the room and down the hall. At the door to the chapel, the groomsmen groaned.

"I thought we were going traditional, Boss?" The best man scoffed.

"Don't be silly, Virgey! Tradition matters about as much as the dirt beneath our feet!" Remus exclaimed, and Patton giggled, nodding.

"It's our special day. It doesn't matter how it happens, as long as we're happy," Patton agreed.

Virgil frowned and glanced between them, before going to open the door. "Okay, Boss, if you say so."

Music started up, and the crowd stood up. Remus and Patton exchanged a loving look before beginning to make their way up the center aisle together, arm in arm. Dozens upon dozens of men and women stood in the audience, all serious faced.

The family priest was officiating the ceremony, and all their associates were in attendance. The chapel was absolutely stuffed, filled with those loyal enough to deserve an invitation.

The priest began to speak, the usual long winded speech and vows. Eventually, he got to the most important part.

"Do you, Remus Cabrera, take Patton Agosti to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Remus said, grinning down at Patton, who couldn't help but let out another light giggle. Remus slid a small light gleaming ring onto Patton's finger, the white gold inset with a beautiful emerald.

The priest continued. "Do you, Patton Agosti, take Remus Cabrera to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Patton said sweetly, and he slid his own ring, another white golden band with a sparkling sapphire set into it, onto Remus' finger.

"I now pronounce you-"

A guest stood up and a gun was fired. Quickly, the entire chapel burst into chaos. Patton was tackled to the ground by Virgil, standing nearby in his position as his best man, and he saw Remus get shoved to the ground by his brother.

It wasn't long before three men were brought forward from the audience, forced to their knees before the altar. Remus got to his feet, then went to help Patton to his own. Patton lightly brushed his dress off as Remus turned to the men kneeling before him, scowling.

"Today was supposed to be a wedding," Remus sneered. "Where do you get off coming in here with your guns and shooting at a couple promising to spend their lives together?"

"Don Mastrodicasa sent us to get rid of you," one man snapped. Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Me? I can't imagine I've ever caught the good Don's eye myself," Remus said, sliding his hand into his jacket and sliding a switchblade out.

"Cut off a head and the body will flounder," the man said, and Remus snorted.

"Me? The head?" Remus demanded. He looked back to Patton, who merely smiled at him.

"I'll handle this, Honey Bee. Thank you," Patton assured, lifting his skirt and stepping down from the altar. He held out a hand and one of the guests handed him a pistol. He hummed thoughtfully as he examined it, easily unloading the carriage and dropping the bullets onto the floor.

"Now, tell me again- you were trying to kill the Mad Hound, yes? The boss of this little outfit?" Patton asked. At the unspoken but obvious affirmation, Patton nodded. He tapped the pistol against the cheek of the man who had spoken. "That wasn't very polite you know, barging in on my wedding day like that."

Nobody spoke for a long minute as Patton looked over the three interlopers. With a sweet chuckle, Patton stepped back onto the altar. "Honey Bee, don't hurt yourself roughing them up, okay? Everyone- beat them and send them back with the usual message for the Don."

"Yes, Boss!" Remus chirped, followed by a wave of echoes from the rest of the crowd. The three men looked briefly terrified, and Patton smiled charmingly at them.

"Oh, by the by: I'm the Mad Hound. Next time, don't shoot at my husband, alright? I might not be so merciful," Patton informed.

The horror on their faces as they realized what was about to happen was almost as satisfying as the crack of a nose as Remus' fist landed on the one who had spoken. Patton just smiled blithely and turned to the priest.

"You were saying?" He asked.

"Ah- um. I pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss the groom?" The family priest said, glancing awkwardly towards where Remus was kicking man while he was down.

"He'll just be a moment," Patton assured. Remus might have been a violent man, but he loved Patton more than he loved fighting. He wouldn't let himself get so much as scuffed after Patton asked him like that.

@tsshipmonth2020

#remus sanders #patton sanders #intruality #sanders sides fic #sanders sides #tsshipmonth2020 #glorified pigeon writes

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frustratedpker · 5 years ago

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Some thoughts and analysis on Clarabelle and Horace

I wanted to write this for a long time!

Buckle up guys, this is gonna be long!

As you probably know if you ‘re following my blog, I am a big fan of the series Pippo Reporter (Goofy reporter) written by Teresa Radice and illustrated by Stefano Turconi.

For those who are not familiar with the saga, it’s a series of stories that take place in 1930′s America revolving around the life of Goofy who works as a reporter with the narrative building up and leading to his first meeting with Mickey.

The stories feature the usual cast of characters but what I find fascinating is that not all relationships are established in the beginning of the story. (e.x Goofy and Mickey haven’t met yet, the Phantom Blot hasn’t become the Phantom yet...). I could even dare call it a prequel of the ‘cannon’ events.

Here’s where Claire and Horace come in! I ‘ll attempt to present a chronicle of their relationship, along with some analysis and the reasoning of why I find their ship so well written in this particular saga.

Let’s start with the first story!

In the first story “Cronista per caso” both characters are introduced seperately.

Horace is in this series the introverted mayor of the city and Minnie’s boss as she’s his secretary at the town hall.

Claire is a fortune teller, a friend of Minnie whose advice she seeks in tricky situations. In the first story Minnie particularly seeks her advice for a matter concerning Horace and her job and Claire is happy to assist her.

Now, disney fans usually know that these characters are in most stories portrayed as engaged or in a relationship, so in this scene it’s established that in this narrative they don’t know each other (yet).

But for readers not so familiar with the disney canon (as I was when I first read the story) who don’t know that Claire and Horace are meant to be together, this scene still establishes them as two individuals associated with the main characters.

In both cases though, a link is made subconsciously between Claire and Horace, forming a base on which their relationship will be built.

As concerning the plot, this is the moment when Claire first hears about Horace who -as he’s the mayor- undoubtedly has heard of before (if not voted for) and she has her first glimpse in his private life through Minnie’s sayings. It’s a nice starting point in this episode for their subplot to begin.

In the second story, “Vasetto sospetto’‘, Claire and Horace don’t appear at all so I won’t bother examine this one.

In the third story though, “Crociera con ghiaccio”, we have the next clue.

“ [Mickey] won’t be able to attend [the cruise], he is very busy with his work! Claire, a friend of Minnie, will replace him (...). I could have taken Horace with me but he’s the mayor and mayors always have many things to do”

Once again Claire and Horace don’t interact and once again a link is made between them by reffering to them in such a way.

Here we are presented with a motif which is very important in “Pippo reporter”. The motif of ‘failed meeting’ as I call it. It has been established in previous stories that main characters (mainly Mickey and Goofy) had had many chances to meet all of which failed in the last moment.

Some other examples:

The reader, knowing by experience that those meetings are the most important plot points and meant to be epic (everybody knows that Goofy is Mickey’s best friend) now applies the same motif to Horace and Claire, even if they are not familiar with them.

Progress is also made in the fourth story, “Finale di campionato”

Here we learn Horace’s fascination with baseball and the whole plot revolves around him looking almost identical to his favourite baseball player, practically being his clone.

Horace ends up taking his idol’s place in the championship after the athlete’s mysterious disappearence.

Where has this player gone to?

At Claire’s aunt’s farm in the countryside trying to escape his overwhelming life as a sports celebrity!

“And he’s not at all ugly, isn’t he?” rushes to comment Claire upon first setting eyes on him.

That’s what I call forshadowing!

And her physical attraction to him persists on the entirety of the story. The first solid base is set for her later meeting with Horace and her -now undoubtful- falling for him. At this point, even for not disney connaisseurs, it becomes evident that Claire will be Horace’s love interest.

Their official meeting happens in the fifth story, “La perla del fiume”!

I think that all necessary setting up has been established from previous episodes and now we are finaly ready -and curious- to witness their meeting!

Goofy: Oh, I haven’t introduced you! Claire, this is...

Claire: Our first citizen, Horace Horse, so mysteriously intruguing!

Goofy: And she is...

Horace: Claire la Belle, fascinatingly charming woman and fortune teller!

The attraction is instant and evident! A “love at first sight” that is actually believable. Why that? Because proper setting up has preceeded. It’s not the sudden ‘‘love montage’‘ that we ‘d get form a disney movie (I’m not accusative, I actually love them).

I can’t actually find a scene from the saga that explains how Horace already had heard of her, but with some guessing and common logic, I can assume that either Minnie or Goofy (who by now are his close friends) would have surely mentioned Claire to him and her involvement in some of their previous adventures.

It’s really realistic how they came together, getting to know each other through mutual friends.

Hoarce: You have a lovely hand!

Claire: Yours isn’t quite bad either! Would you mind me reading it sooner or later?

Horace: I would also have you read me your phone number!

Claire: What a brilliant idea! I always loved giving numbers!

They’re meant to be! (poor Goofy third wheeling)

I love how from the first moment they can’t get their eyes from each other.

There’s no more to say! They are so cute!

And they soon, almost at once confess their feelings to their friends (tbh Horace does try but Goofy is kinda oblivious, Minnie on the other hand is much more in sync).

And there is obviously a ball which they attend together:

I really like how Turconi makes sure to make their love so evident throughout the story’s events, event at a paranoic degree, just to show how in love they are:

I ‘m sure someone’s getting their ears chopped off in that fight but they keep dancing serenely. And poor Goofy just ... exists there (I feel you fam)

Claire: They have stopped playing the music...

Horace: Does it matter? Your voice is music to my ears!

I don’t know the bodycount of that fight, but good for them!

Claire: May I have this last dance under the moonlight?

Also Claire: May I also have this last dance under the sunlight?

And that concludes the ball and starts their relationship (dating at this point to be precise)

I particularly find the story’s ending very touching:

Horace: *spotting the motorcycle* Would you mind ... ?

Claire: Are you kidding?

Claire: It’s so romantic!!!

At the very next story (”Un ombrello, un capello, un monello”) they’re already a couple:

The romance reaches its peak in “La piuma d’ oro” in which they get officially engaged and have their first (shown) kiss. This is actually the core of the whole episode and their relationship is for the first time, not a sideplot, but the actual plot.

[ you will excuse me but I sadly don’t have any pics from this story

�� have this little heart instead --> <3 ]

Their sideplot may have already concluded in “La piuma d’ oro”, but them being a couple now gains a plot forwarding role.

Claire: But what are you doing?

Horace: Making your dream come true my treasure!

In “Quel faro sui monti del lago” the characters find themselves entangled in another adventure only because Horace takes them on vacation in the place where Claire dreams to go (get you a rich mayor for fiance ladies)

And it’s time for their relationship to have its first test! While on vacation they meet this beautiful German (who **spoiler** turns out to be a spy)

Instant dislike! (I still prefer Silvia Ziche’s designs of displaying jealousy but Turconi gave us this fashionably annoyed Clarabelle so I can’t argue)

It was about time for them to endure jealousy. As in real relationships after some while not everything is seen through rose tinted glasses.

Still, everything turns out okay, leading to their last appearence together in the saga in the final story, “ Il rustico cavallerizzo”.

Minnie: The mayor has just arrived in the box of honour!

Lady: Let me see! Let me see! Is he in sweet company?

That’s how we leave them, together, officialy a couple and happy!

In conclusion, I really liked how this series treated them. Radice took time to first develop them as individuals, give them distinct personalities that also work apart. She made also sure to make them compatible and discretely foreshadow their romance, so when it comes it doesn’t feel forced or rushed but expected and natural. They also remain consistent as side characters who don’t disappear after their sideplot is concluded. They continue making appearences, both together and individually, that also forward the plot. The relationship between them evolves gradually, passing through different levels and situations to arrive at the point of ‘‘cannon’‘ events (by which I mean the disney lore outside of the saga).

I think that I said all I wanted to say, perhaps even more that needed to be said. But as I really like those characters and as I am a great fan of Radice and Turconi’s work I couldn’t pass up this chance to talk about them!

Thank you for reading and coping with my blabbering!

#this took two days to write #but I am mostly satisfied #if anyone has pics from ''la piuma d' oro'' it would be a real treat #analysis #pippo reporter #not duckverse #clarabelle #horace #stefano turconi #teresa radice

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mieteve-minijoma · 5 years ago

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Songfic Day 14: If

Day 14: A song you’d love played at your wedding: If - Bread

Jughead and Betty throughout their wedding day

*****

If a picture paints a thousand words,

Then why can't I paint you?

The words will never show the you I've come to know.

6:32 am - Betty

“Good Morning Besties! Time to rise and shine, we have to get the blushing bride to the chapel on time and we’re already behind schedule,” Veronica sang, pulling back the curtains of the grande suite she’d rented for her best friend Betty’s wedding.

“Christ Lodge, the sun is barely up, can you not?” Toni grumbled from one of the large king size beds that she and Cheryl had passed out the night before. Jellybean lay sprawled out on the sofa, snoring despite all the noise around her.

“No can do, Topaz. As maid of honor it is my duty to keep you bridesmaids on schedule while also making sure B has everything she needs and stays sane today. Last thing we need is Alice complaining that things are running behind,” she said, placing two lattes beside Toni.

“V, it’s entirely too early to mention my mother. I need my coffee first before we can even go there. What time is it anyway?” Betty yawned, stretching as she spoke.

7:35 am - Jughead

“Archie!” Jughead yelled across the apartment he shared with his best friend, Archie. After today, he would be moving in with his fiance -well wife- and he really couldn't wait.

He and Betty have been together for 6 years now and he couldn't be happier with his life. They were both officially done with school and had just opened their own Private Investigation Firm. That way they could work together while also allowing Jughead to have time to work on his novel.

Life had been good to them and now they finally get to be man and wife. Jughead was trying not to be sappy about it all, but this was his ultimate dream come true.

"What is it Jug? What time is it?" Archie asked, hair askew and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"It's almost 8, coffee’s in the pot. Have you seen my cufflinks? You know the ones Dad had made, the little silver crowns? I can't find them anywhere," Jughead was a bit worried when they weren’t on his dresser that morning. FP’d had them made for the wedding with an identical pendant made for Betty to wear as well. And his Dad didn't give him a lot of gifts growing up so these were very important to him.

"Yeah man, there in the box with mine and the groomsmen's in my bag ready to go to the church," Archie said in a calming voice, "Don't freak out man, as your best man it's my job to keep you calm and threaten to murder you or break your legs if you try to run."

"I think death threats and acts of violence are a bit extreme, don't you Arch?" Jughead laughed.

Archie rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup to pour them some coffee, "Tell that to Veronica."

If a face could launch a thousand ships,

Then where am I to go?

9:23 am - Betty

"V, I’m so glad you talked me into doing a massage and facial before our mani-pedis. This is literally heaven," Betty sighed, taking a sip of her mimosa while the manicurist massaged lotion onto her calves.

"Only the best for my B. I wanted to make you feel as special your wedding day as everyday of my life has felt since you came into it," Veronica smiled, eyes glistening. Betty teared up at her best friends heartfelt words.

"Oh, V. I love you so much," Betty pulled her into a crushing hug, being sure not to shift her lower half. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and whispered, "Thanks for always being there for me, no matter what. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you."

Veronica pulled back, laughing through a sob, "Ok, enough of that. I may have gotten the best waterproof makeup money can buy, but we aren't trying to test that claim today."

"Betty?" They both froze when they heard the voice calling from the hall. Betty let out an exasperated sigh.

"In here, Mom."

9:47 am - Jughead

"Coming!" Jughead yelled, walking towards the front door. When he opened it, he was met with the smiling faces of his father and his other three best friends.

"Congratulations, boy," FP stepped in, hugging his son tight, "I can't believe you're actually getting married."

"Thanks Dad, what you you doing here so early? I didn't expect you for another hour at least," Jughead said, hugging and high-fiving his groomsmen -Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Kevin- as they entered the apartment.

"You know Alice, she was itching to leave Riverdale at 6 this morning. I held her off as long as possible but that’s like fighting a grizzly bear and well, Archie wasn’t around for back up. Is JB here?" FP asked, looking around Jug's apartment for his daughter.

"She decided to stay over at the hotel with the girls so they could all be together to get ready or whatever they plan on doing," Jughead said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Looks Sweets will be disappointed. He was hoping to see her before we all had to get ready," FP nodded his head towards Sweet Pea who'd spent the entire time with his nose shoved in his phone, dopey grin plastered on his face.

It honestly used to bother him Sweet Pea and Jellybean had started dating when she turned 18 but he got over that fairly quickly. Just seeing how good they were for each other eased Jughead's mind. Besides that, Sweets looked at Jelly the same way he looked at Betty, so he knew what they had was real.

There's no one home but you,

You're all that's left me too.

11:56 am - Betty

"Stand up straight, Elizabeth. We still have to finish getting you in this corset or we will never get your dress on properly," Alice huffed, pulling on the fabric. Veronica had gone downstairs to handle a situation with the caterers and all the girls had stepped out to get drinks and snacks for the rest of the wedding party, leaving Betty alone with her mother for the first time all morning. And frankly, she was about to her breaking point.

She loved her mother, she really did, and ever since she and FP had gotten better but as soon as the wedding planning started she had started to nitpick every little thing Betty did or choice she made.

With hips like yours, would a mermaid cut dress be appropriate? Elizabeth, just because Jughead wants a chocolate cake doesn't mean he should get it, it’s your special day. Is that really the font you chose for the invitations? You’re seriously going to have your bridesmaids and groomsmen mixed up on both sides?

It has gotten so bad that Jughead and FP had to step in to tell her that it was enough and that she needed to back off. Which she did, that is, until she arrived this morning and thought she’d try to pack months of criticism into one morning. Betty didn’t need to deal with this today, of all days, so she grabbed her phone and sent an SOS text.

SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...

“Mom, I'm sure it will be fine,” Betty tried to stop the discussion but Alice was having none of it and cut her off.

“Elizabeth, I just don’t want those extra pounds you’ve added these last few weeks to show through because you didn’t properly shinch your corset. Now- “ Alice was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Hey Alice, Dad said he needs your help. Something about his tie or something?” Jellybean smiled sheepishly but winked at Betty once Alice turned her back. Betty smiled, mouthing her thanks to her future sister-in-law.

“I swear, I have no idea how that man survived all those years on his own without me,” Alice scoffed as she marched out of the women’s dressing area. Betty was grateful when Veronica walked back in the room, an apologetic look on her face and holding two lattes.

“I am so sorry, B. I swear I didn’t mean to leave you alone with her this morning,” Veronica apologized.

“It’s ok Ronnie. Jug took care of it,” Betty smiled, sipping her cinnamon dulce white chocolate mocha.

12:02 pm - Jughead

Betty: SOS... Send reinforcements to slay the dragon and save the princess...

“Dad, get your woman before I have Sweet Pea hogtie her and toss her in your truck,” Jughead groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in his frustration.

“Oh Lord, what’s she doing this time, boy?” FP asked. Jughead didn’t answer, just handed him his phone to show FP the text from Betty. “Alright, I’ll take care of this. JELLY!” he yelled.

“Yeah Dad?” Jellybean said, walking in from the hallway where she and Sweet Pea were talking with the rest of the wedding party.

“We have a code viper in Betty’s room, can you handle it for us please?” Jelly nodded, running out the door.

“Code viper?” Jughead smirked.

FP simply shrugged and smiled at his son. “You’ve met that woman, right?”

And when my love for life is running dry,

You come and pour yourself on me.

2:00 pm - Betty

“Betty, you look beautiful,” FP choked, grinning as he walked up to her at the front of the church. She beamed at FP, tears pricking her eyes.

“Thanks FP, you clean up well yourself,” she chuckled. She was thankful to have FP in her life as her surrogate father. After everything that happened with her father and his death, she never thought she’d have a chance to be walked down the aisle properly. But after living with FP and Jellybean her senior year, he really became the father she no longer had and she was so grateful.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

Betty shook her head and smiled, “Not even a little bit.”

The music began and FP offered her his arm, “Let’s make you a Jones.” Betty placed her tiny hand in the crook of his arm and grinned. This was the moment she’d been waiting for all her life.

2:00 pm - Jughead

The doors opened slowly and Jughead lost his ability to breathe. At the end of the aisle, standing beside his father, was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Betty’s dress, form-fitting until just past her hips and flaring out at the bottom, made her look like a princess in a fairytale. Her veil had tiny diamonds that sparkled like the stars in the sky, catching the light with every step she took towards him.

When their eyes locked, Jughead could feel the tears dripping from his eyes despite the goofy grin that was plastered on his face. He could see that Betty was as much in the same boat as he was, her smile rivaling the sunshine and her hands gripping tighter to the bouquet of wildflowers in her hands.

As his future stepped up to stand beside him, he knew that his life was finally complete. He had loved her for so many years that he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t. His whole life had been leading to this moment and he was speechless. Betty placed her hand in his and squeezed, grinning at him.

“Hi Juggie.”

If a man could be two places at one time,

I'd be with you.

Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

3:33 pm - Betty

“I met Betty in my sophomore year of highschool when my family moved to Riverdale from the city. She was my tour guide at Riverdale High and the moment we met, I knew she would be my best friend. And even though we have had our ups and downs in the past, I have never regretted a moment that I have spent with her. My life would be incomplete without her,” Veronica paused to wipe a tear from her eyes, “Oh, and Jughead is ok too, I guess.” Everyone burst into a fit of laughter.

“In all seriousness, I have been around Jughead and Betty throughout their entire relationship and I can safely say I have never seen two people more in love. Well except for my Archikins and I,” everyone chuckled again at the nickname, “Jughead, Betty, I wish you all the happiness in the world and I know that, without a doubt, there is not two people more suited for each other then you two. I love you guys, salud!” Veronica held up her glass as everyone chapped and sipped their champagne.

3:35 pm - Jughead

“Thanks everyone, um, I have known Betty and Jughead for my entire. We have all been friends since we were still in diapers and our parents would bathe us together,” Betty and Jughead blushed as people giggled, “Um, yeah but we have been through a lot together. I was actually really shocked when I first found out that they were dating, just simply for the fact that I never saw it coming. No one did really. But I remember seeing them one day outside Southside High and, with the help of Ronnie, I realized that they were soulmates. And I also realized that I wanted what they have with each other. I got lucky and found my soulmate too,” he paused to smile at Veronica, “Jughead, you have always been more like my brother than anything and I am so happy for you. You deserve to be with someone who will treat you like you are their whole world, and you’ve got that person beside you. Betty, you have been my rock since we were two years old. You helped me pass the second grade, you saved my life more than once when we were younger and I will always be thankful to have you in my life. You will always be my best friend and I am so happy that you and Jughead have found the happiness you both deserve together. I love you guys, cheers!”

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,

I'd spend the end with you.

And when the world was through,

6:26 pm - Betty

Betty was thankful she had decided to change into a more comfortable dress as she moved with Veronica on the dance floor, dancing to cringy Britney Spears songs just like they’d done so many times before. Betty bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder to see her husband standing off to the side, laughing and having a cigarette with Fangs and Toni, tie long gone along with his coat.

He had rolled up his sleeves earlier in the evening, showing off all the ink that he’d accumulated over the years that Betty loved to look at. His suspenders were hanging down around his hips in their usual place, his hair falling into his eyes and Betty couldn’t help but think of how sexy he was. And better still, how he was all hers.

She told Veronica she was taking a break and walked over to the bar for some bottled water. As she sipped her drink, she glanced back over to where Jughead was and caught him staring at her while taking a drag from his smoke. She winked at him, biting her lip and slowly walking towards one of the coat closets near the front of the reception hall. Just before opening the door to step inside she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of the water bottle and grinned, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind.

7:44 pm - Jughead

“Mmm, Betty?” Jughead pulled away panting, lips bee stung from ravaging his wife in the tiny coat closet. Her breasts heaved as she tried to find her voice, “Yeah?” she said, latching her lips to his neck, sucking a dark bruise for everyone to see.

“Do- um, do you think they’ve noticed we are missing yet?” Jughead asked, moaning loudly at the feeling of his wife's tongue on his bare skin. A loud banging at the door startled them both causing them to jump apart like two teenagers.

“Yes, we know you’re missing and yes, the entire banquet does know what you are doing in here,” Veronica shouted through the door. Jughead’s face turned bright red as Betty burst into laughter and threw her arms around his neck.

“Take me to our room, husband. I have plans for you,” Betty grinned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, wife,” She squealed with laughter as Jughead threw her over his shoulder and pushed the door open to make a mad dash for the elevators.

Then one by one the stars would all go out,

Then you and I would simply fly away

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