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kiss-me-muchoo · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: Do you want a baby? || part two || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be just a general diagnosis turns into a pregnancy reveal + how your water broke in the middle of an actual date with Miguel. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ pregnancy, child birth, grumpy!soft!Miguel x sunshine!reader, sex allusions, implied short reader, implied age gap (legal) NO PROOFREAD :). 𝐀/𝐍_ recommended songs; so it goes and lover again (calling all the reputation & lover stans like me!!!)

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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It would never stop being weird.

Looking at Miguel O’Hara with a tiny female spider by his side, her arm wrapped around his giant forearm, resulting in a confusing image.

Yet, the image continued as Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr looked at you and your husband passing through the cafeteria and going to his office.

“How long have they been married?” Miles asked. Pavitr counted with his fingers.

“I think they’re about to turn two years,” he replied. Hobie smirked, looking at his friend.

“The wedding was sick… Remember?” Gwen and Miles looked at each other confused.

“What happened at the wedding?” The blonde girl asked.

Out of nowhere, Peter B. Parker appeared with a tray of food and Mayday on top of his head.

“Hey, kids. What are you talking about?”

“Miguel and y/n’s wedding,” Miles answers.

Peter lets out a little sigh like he is bringing back a happy memory. Pavitr also made the same gesture.

“It was a wonderful night…” Mayday went straight to Hobie’s arms, and the man was funnily tickling her. So Peter took advantage of that and got his phone out.

“I have pictures!” Gwen and Miles let out a NO WAY, LET ME SEE in unison.

“Alright, alright. Here’s the ceremony…” The phone displayed a picture of what seemed like a church. You had an elegant and vintage dress, Miguel was wearing a tuxedo, and the place was full of candles and sparkles that made the picture look so perfect that it was concerning.

“Miguel looks…” Gwen started.

“Happy?” Hobie asks for her. Everyone nods.

“Oh, show her the party, man,” Hobie suggested with a big grin. Making Miles and Gwen even more confused.

Some pics showed your friends, Jess and Margo, as your bridesmaids. Lego Spider-Man was one of Miguel’s best men; the cake had six layers.

It was a big celebration. With many spider people around, part of your family, and what seemed like a summer afterparty.

Gwen giggled at the variety of pictures; you and Miguel cutting the cake, the waltz… until the pictures turned a little… intense.

“Damn…” Miles let out. Hobie started laughing, looking at the pictures, and Pavitr was getting blushed.

From alcohol shots, a mess in the pool, and you and Miguel doing the infamous wedding garter removal.

“OKAY!… this is not for kids,” Peter yelled, snatching the phone from the pair of teenagers.

“How did that happen?” the girl asked. Neither she nor Miles could believe they would live to see Miguel, you, and other serious spider people doing things like that.

“Alcohol. Boss was drunk as hell….” Hobie said, evidently mocking the leader of the Spider Society.

“It was after the family left, only… close friends. I must admit it’s the coolest wedding I’ve ever been invited to,” Peter accepted. Pavitr nodded.

“Yes, it was at the same level as an Indian wedding,” that was a lot to say.

Soon, Lyla appeared and gave a disapproving look to the whole table.

“Why are you here doing nothing? Jess assigned new missions and- AWW, Is that a picture from Miguel and y/n’s wedding?” The AI appeared beside Peter, looking at his phone.

“Yes. Was a good party, remember?” Lyla nodded at Hobie.

“Until they left for their honeymoon. And I had to do all the job myself for….like a month.”

“You sound like you suffered…” Gwen said.

“I did”

“You’re an AI, Lyla. You can’t feel anything….” Everyone laughed.

“Insensible kids. Now go meet Jess for the mission’s debriefing unless you want Miguel's lecture on your lives.”

With that, everyone left to their respective rooms to hear the debriefings.

…

“Well, that was fun,” Miles commented. Enjoying a giant cheese empanada from the cafeteria. Gwen nodded, and Hobie shrugged, following them.

“Time to go home. I’m tired…” Everyone started to say their goodbyes. Hobie was gone, and then Margo appeared, running towards them.

“Hey! What’s up, Margo?” Jealousy immediately invaded Gwen, and she soon went to appear beside Miles. Nothing personal, but the feeling had been evolving. She liked Margo but didn’t like how she and Miles interacted.

“Haven’t you heard?… y/n is injured” The pair looked between them worriedly.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I was about to go and see her. Jess said it was delicate.”

Everyone started pacing towards the clinic.

It was as big as the whole HQ; bright, clean, and futuristic.

Many spiders were there, injured people, waiting for surgery, medicines, etc.

However, their way was towards one of the private rooms.

There, you were lying in a bed in the center.

Beside you, Miguel holding your hand.

In a hologram form, Jess and Lyla were looking too.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked, intimidating Gwen, Margo, and Miles with his massive height.

“We heard y/n was injured…” Margo dared to respond.

You smiled. You really loved them, so you giggled.

“This isn’t over…” Miguel spoke once again, pointing at you. Oh, Miguel and his so-ever-grumpy attitude.

But you knew there was a lot to talk about back home. A lot…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to work tomorrow?” Miles and Gwen bombard you with lots of questions. Margo was always more considerate, so she stood quiet.

And Miguel was rolling his eyes and looking beyond annoyed, cringed by his younger employees’ questions.

“No, stop saturating her with stupid questions. She’s pregnant, kids….” Miguel said, maintaining his stoic posture.

Jess let out a little laugh, noticing that Margo was the only one to react at the moment.

Her mouth opened to form a big o of shock.

“Do you have anything broken?” The blonde girl in turquoise Converse asked.

“Just my ankle, a sprain in my inner tight… oh, and I have a baby,” you comment softly, rubbing your stomach with a smile.

The teenagers keep making comments Margo is already paralyzed. You laugh again, covering your lips. Then turn to look at Miguel, who’s rolling his eyes again.

“YOU WHAT?…” their eyes are going to pop out.

“You’re pregnant?” Gwen asks.

“That’s why I just said…” Miguel adds with frustration. Then proceeding to whisper something in Spanish.

“I’m very happy for you two, congratulations” Margo is always polite and sweet. You accept her hug, and the other two teens are all over you. Showering you with ideas for baby names, a baby shower hosted by Peter, and making the kid’s first birthday party in the HQ.

“We have to tell this to the others!”

“No. We don’t want to. “

But Miles and Gwen are already out, both still in shock, ignoring Miguel and his desire to keep your status private.

You don’t mind, actually. Everyone would know in a couple of months. But Miguel… what can you say? He’s your husband.

And he kept pinching the bridge of his nose, proving how annoyed he was.

“Paciencia, paciencia…” he keeps murmuring. Margo giggles before turning to leave.

“I’ll try to stop them,” she offers.

“Thanks, Margo,” your husband thanks her with a brief glance.

“Someone has to stop those kids and their unlimited energy” Jess comments, making you laugh.

Soon, it’s just you and your husband.

“Now what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

Miguel leans to brush some strays of hair behind your ear, giving you a warm look.

“Now I’m taking you home…”

He thinks you look sweet with the hospital gown, perfect hair, and no makeup.

And although he’s scared as hell of you being already so far in the pregnancy, he dreams of the day you are in the same position. With a baby in your arms…

…

“Your wife is almost six months pregnant…” Spider-doctor had said.

“Sorry… I’M WHAT?”

Miguel stood there frozen, holding your hand. You were also in shock.

His world sure stopped for some seconds. All the months trying, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant, it was because you were already growing a baby.

“But-… I don’t have any symptoms. I don’t even have a belly,” you blurt. "Human bodies work out differently. For spiders, it can work beyond differently” Miguel, and you turn to look at each other.

His face came to hide in your shoulder almost immediately. Whispering ‘thank you’ multiple times, kissing your hair, working in private, so Doctor Spider-man couldn’t see.

Almost six months of going to missions like nothing, having sex like always (every day, at least four rounds). Damn… Miguel had to be more careful.

“I’ll come again to get you a scan and everything. I’m going to leave to get your blood test results.” With that, Doctor Spider-man leaves.

Now, you are sitting in your bed. Remembering the moment you found out the news. Looking at the candles that illuminated your desk across your bookshelves.

In a moment, Miguel entered with a little tray.

“I got your favorite chicken wrap, tea, and cookies…” Now you know you’re pregnant and suddenly want to cry about everything. He was so sweet. His reaction to the pregnancy was calm, and he promised to look forward instead of his past. And now he appeared at your door with some of your favorite snacks and looked beautiful; yes, you’re crying.

“Oh no. Don’t cry, hermosa,” he soothes you. Your little whimpers made him realize he had to be careful with his words. Then the thought of you being unconsciously reckless, putting yourself in danger, edging Miguel towards another breakdown…

“It’s just that… I’m- we’re halfway through this, and I can’t believe everything I did. I could have….”

“No. It was almost impossible to know you were pregnant, love. You would’ve not put yourself in danger at the slight chance….”

“Now what? I don’t want to put the baby at risk, but I can’t stay doing nothing for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m a spider-woman….”

“I know what you’re thinking” Miguel was being so patient. He was listening to you and never letting your hand go.

“Since we started trying… I’ve psyched myself that it could be dangerous. But it’s not gonna be the same. I’m not gonna lose any of you two. Because I know this is correct” Of course, he was afraid, but he committed to letting go of his past and focusing on this present with you. So he would not try to control it and you.

“You’re my lovely wife. I know you, and you’re a strong and perfect woman who will take care of our baby when I can’t be around….” you are shocked. You have to squeeze his hand to confirm you're not dreaming.

He sounds so peaceful, wearing white socks with a hoodie and pants. And he looks that perfect? You had to be dreaming.

“You are taking some weeks to recover from the ankle, the sprain, and one more check to see the baby. Then, low-impact missions, and in the last month, I have you in my office. What do you think?” you nod, smiling. Pushing yourself to sit and hug him and feel his big hands moving across your back.

“Thank you. We love you so much, Miguel…”

We. Oh, he would cry too.

“I love you two so much too. Completely… my whole world…”

“Yeah. No wonder why your plan sounds like you want to have me by your side for the next four months 24/7,” he smiles.

“Maybe that’s the idea…I want my little family with me all the time” You let yourself fall into the pillows again.

You lift your shirt and start poking your flat stomach. Miguel looks at you with curiosity.

“I can’t believe it’s almost six months old, we have a healthy baby, and I don’t have a bump.”

“Well, you look gorgeous as usual. Maybe there’s even a glow on you that I overlooked before”

“It’s my hair, right?”

“Could be…” both of you giggle.

But finally, there’s a time for a kiss. And it feels like bliss like his lips were everything to soothe the confusing thoughts, to feel happy and blessed for the child growing inside you.

His hands sneak through your exposed skin to gently stroke your stomach, hoping to connect with the baby.

He’s going to treasure this new opportunity. He had taken it the first time by marrying you, protecting you but never trying to control you. So he would follow the same recipe for this pregnancy.

From the love you two shared, passion always bloomed.

You felt amazing, so nothing would stop you from having your husband that night. So you started to tangle your fingers through his hair cause it never failed to tease him.

“God… we have to stop, bonita.”

“Why?” You ask with a pout, coming to hug his neck and giving him an annoyed look.

“The baby…”

“The baby has been fine since day one. Want to remember all the things we’ve done in the last five months?” you can swear he’s about to blush. So you giggle.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” he complains.

But soon, you see his head disappear under the hem of your skirt.

Finally, you exhale with peace and tranquility.

…

Miguel fixes your suit from behind, his own suit already activated. He can hear your heavy breathing and feels slightly guilty because now, with the baby, your breathing could get hatred.

“See? Perfect as usual, mami…” he says, holding your hips, admiring you. He loved seeing his little wife waddling around the HQ with her cute belly and adorable smile. But having her in the HQ, making a moment only for him? It was a blessing.

“We spent at least an hour here; it’s gonna look obvious, Miguel,” you say, ignoring his comments. Your red cheeks, shiny skin, and curled hair could give you away.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Since your belly popped out in the seventh month, it felt like a prolonged fertile week that made you feel sexy and loved by your husband. As a result, extreme rounds of sex came like nothing most days.

“Honestly… I don’t care, hermosa,” he admits smiling. You roll your eyes, pinching his hand to annoy him.

“Sometimes you’re insufferable,” he smirks.

“You love me…” he attacks back, and you can’t help but blush like a little girl.

“Yeah, sometimes it scares me how much I do love you” The moment turns soft, as usual, between you and him.

Miguel turns into a giant heart marshmallow for you. All he can think is about how happy you make him.

“Can we have a date on Friday?” You ask with a cute and shy tone.

“Sure, mami. Where do you wanna go?” That fucking nickname. He meant it sweetly and adorably because, in his head, you were already a mommy. Still, he also says it in a hot way to proudly remember you he got you pregnant.

“The library and that new bakery near home” he would never say no to having a date with you. Never.

“You got me, bonita. I’m in the mood for a thriller book and some… What do you call those little cakes?” since you started dating, Miguel would pick one of your books to read together every night. The pastries only came to the scene on the weekends, though.

“Turkish pastries? Stop, I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I don’t mind another memoir, but yeah, I’m into the thriller book too,” he smiles, offering you another sweet smile. Thinking about how much he wants Friday to come and be out with you.

“I have to assign missions with Lyla. I’ll see you in my office. Okay?”

“Okay, amor,” the characteristic pull on his rib appears; he knows he must lean down and kiss you.

It’s slow, passionate, and delightful. His lips are soft despite all the times he had bitten himself with his sharp fangs. He was always so careful to avoid hurting you. He always avoided contact, but that didn’t stop him from playing with the skin of your neck in the most intimate moments.

“We love you…”

“Me too, bonita. I love you two with my whole heart….”

…

Your stomach was painfully churning. You were hungry, and your baby was asking for something too.

Maybe a burger with my husband’s mask printed on the bun. A side of fries with sweet and sour sauce; yeah, that’ll work, you think.

So you are peacefully sitting in the cafeteria. Waiting for Miguel to come back to the HQ and spent the rest of the day with him. Your mask is resting beside your phone and your web shooters.

It was crazy how the pregnancy made you both clingier than ever. His hands never leave your body, especially your belly. You don’t want to be separated from him for long periods. And even your family noticed how close you and Miguel were.

You asked where he went during a family gathering, only to find him drinking a beer with your father. And your aunts said you two were attached to hip… to the max.

“Hey, there’s my favorite spider-mama. Don’t tell Jess!” Peter appeared on your side with his kids; Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and Mayday.

“Hey, guys!” Mayday immediately went after you. Playing with your belly and softly poking at the roundness of it.

“Wow, your skin looks amazing!” Gwen flatters you, which causes a big blush on your face.

“Oh, thank you. I spent some time in the sauna today…” Miguel convinced you to try the least heated sauna room, saying it was good for your aching belly. However, it turned into a wild session of sex with at least an hour of duration. But your friends wouldn’t know that.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

“Fine. You say maybe two more weeks or so…” you rub your belly along Mayday. Her beanie is dirty, and you promise her to clean it up before the day is over.

“I can’t believe you guys don’t know the sex of the baby…” Pavitr commented. You giggle, shrugging.

“I want it to be special. Especially for Miguel… you know his past,” they all nodded. They could see their boss apathetic as usual, barely glancing at them, ignoring their jokes, etc. But every employee of the Spider Society knew Miguel O’Hara had only one weakness; you.

And now that you were pregnant, it was impossible to not notice how Miguel tried to remain calm and be more patient about everything.

“I’m still a little hurt that I wasn’t the first to receive the news,” Peter B. Parker admitted, watching his daughter play with you.

“You left early that day!. You didn’t even know I was injured.”

“Yeah… and I called as soon as I learned the news” You pat his shoulder.

“Oh, Peter. You know you’re one of my best friends. And you’ll be my kid’s godfather,” his eyes sparkled. Everyone laughed at the comment, but Peter was pleased about it.

“I already got something for the kid…” Hobie announced.

“Aww, Hobie!… That’s so sweet, thanks!” their fondness towards you and your baby makes you want to tear up.

“Please, don’t give the child a set of piercings or the book of historic protests like you did with Mayday,” Pavitr prays, looking at his friend. Gwen was laughing so hard that it infected everyone.

However, Hobie had a little guitar full of excellent phrases and stickers he had collected over the months.

“It’s something better,” your punk friend promised.

You really liked spending time with them. It was like a second family that you could enjoy every day.

Then the conversation was all about Pavitr's upcoming big Indian party in Mumbattan. He invited everyone, and you promised to show up with Miguel and the baby.

Then you realized something. You really craved it, being a family of three.

…

A pink box was stuffed with Turkish pastries; 4 pieces of baklava, 2 of basbousa, and a slice of baklava cheesecake.

The sweet woman placed a green ribbon on top of the box, and you squealed out of happiness cause the ribbon matched the pistachio crumbles on the pastries.

“Thank you…” Miguel thanks the woman and follows you toward the exit.

The date was amazing, as usual. Hours spent between bookshelves, stolen kisses, and spending on four books to read in the following months.

“I can’t wait to eat this at home… my mouth is watering, amor,” he chuckled, admitting that these last few weeks, you looked even cuter with your bump and emotional attitude.

“Yeah, give me the box. Or else there won't be any cake left before we arrive home” Frowning, you hand him the box. The way to the parking lot is quiet.

But there’s a pair of big smiles on both of your faces.

The whole day you’ve felt tremendous pressure on your lower belly, nothing painful, but the feeling was weird. Only two weeks left, and then…poof!!, the baby was here.

A heavy noise disconcerted you. And when you looked to your left, Miguel had bumped himself with a lamppost.

Your heavy laughs are all it can be heard isn’t the parking lot after that.

“Stop laughing. I was taking care of you, not stumbling with the bags and your belly” he heard you let out a long oww before continuing to laugh. His spider sense was worse since he learned you were pregnant, always taking care of you. His eyes never leave you, alert in case of anything.

He’s annoyed but smiles at the sight of you being so happy.

Until…he noticed something on your pants. There was a big spot; it certainly looked like…

“Bonita…I think-I think you just….” As you follow his words, you look down to see why your pants and underwear feel drenched.

And once again, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I think I just…” you peed on yourself for laughing so hard. You’re embarrassed, but still, you find the humor to find it funny. Miguel gets closer and takes the bags of books and your purse from your hands, finally laughing too.

“This is what happens when you make fun of your husband…” he opens the car door for you, and you only send him a lousy look before he keeps smiling. When you accommodate on the seat, your disgusted face worries Miguel. He leans to inspect you better.

“What? What is it, mi vida?” Your discomfort grows, and your hands travel to your lower belly. Seconds later, your eyes pop open in shock.

“Oh god. I don’t think it was pee after all…” you reveal, looking at your husband. His eyes also open in shock, and he starts breathing heavily.

He starts walking in little circles between the space of your car and the neighbor from the parking lot.

All he can think about is that a little human is trying to get out of you.

His life is about to change. All he ever wanted was going to be complete. He had to be strong for you and put his trauma away, like during the pregnancy.

“Okay. Does it hurts now?” He asks, returning to kneeling and looking you in the face.

You shake your head, not even knowing how you feel.

“Not really. I just feel like there’s something stuck inside me and-“

“And?” He urges you.

“And I want to push it out…” he nods, already feeling sweat on his forehead. He leans to kiss your forehead and hold your hands.

“Activate your suit, bonita. We need to go back to the HQ…”

“WHAT? NO… Just take me to a normal hospital, Miguel,” you say, trying to calm down.

“We can’t. Doctor Spider-man has been treating you since we found out. He’ll know better….”

“But…”

“Mami, you’ll have to deliver this baby soon. The best place to do it is in the HQ. You know it, right?” Slowly, you end up nodding.

He makes you look at your watch and activate your suit.

You don’t even feel when your soaked clothes are gone and you are in the suit's skin. You just feel like some beach ball was stuck inside your mouth, but everything happening on your cervix.

Miguel also activated his suit, including his mask. You shake your head at the sight.

“Oh no, fuck no. I'm not wearing the mask…” he sighs. Miguel is doing everything to not panic and not stress you. Even when he feels surprised you are handling the dilatation very well, he knows he can’t panic you too.

“Okay, don’t wear the mask. Can you stand up?…” you do your best, but it’s impossible to stand straight anymore. You must lean a little and open your legs to soothe the intense pressure on your pelvis.

“It’s okay, mami. We’ll be home with our baby in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miguel” Your sarcasm signals him to hurry, so he opens a portal and helps you enter.

…

The room's wide window is like a living landscape, with the futuristic sight of cars and bright lights from skyscrapers.

There were no curtains because no one could see what was happening inside.

You were lying on the hospital bed that night, trying to push out a baby.

“I can’t do this…” you sob. It’s not even that painful (thankfully). The discomfort of the little human sliding out of you very slowly.

“Yes, you can. You are already done, bonita.” Miguel encourages you, which makes you roll your eyes.

“No. I mean-I can do this, just not on this bed…” your husband looks confused, but you ignore him to turn to Doctor Spider-man.

“You can try on your feet,” the doctor speaks through his mask. You nod, and with Miguel’s help, you end up on the edge of the bed; instantly, you feel the pressure of your baby slightly better.

You hear the doctor’s instructions, and even Miguel is in a position to help to catch the kid. You hold onto his broad shoulders to support yourself. Then, after three more big pushes, you feel it…the baby is out.

“We got it,” Miguel hears the doctor say, and a wave of soft cries instantly starts to echo across the room.

Desperation floods Miguel, who wants to see his baby and know everything is fine.

As the doctor cuts the cord and makes Miguel help you to lay on the bed again, he can’t stop kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much,” you nod, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” officially, there are tears in your husband’s eyes. Doctor Spider leaves, saying he will come back with some papers and to help you.

He thinks Gabriella must’ve been very happy to have a little sister.

“Here you go…,” and everything is a comfortable silence once the baby is in your arms.

She’s tiny, with sun-kissed skin like his father, brown matted hair, and grey eyes that will eventually turn into chocolate like his father’s.

Her eyes are slightly open, she looks like she’s yawning, and her little tongue pokes out occasionally.

“Look, Miguel…” he leans to inspect his daughter closer.

He’s in love with her, and he’s beyond in love with you. He would always thank you for giving him a second chance to be a father.

“Oh, I’m in love again. She’s perfect, amor,” you sob, kissing the baby’s tiny head.

“I can’t believe this… I had nothing. Then I found you. And now…suddenly, we have a baby,” he confessed, caressing her rosy cheek.

“How do we name her?” He asks again.

“I want something related to her father’s name…”

“Are you sure, bonita?” You nod. After all, Miguel deserved it, and you wanted to do it for him.

“Yeah. Magalí, Marina, and Magdalena have been in my mind” his smile lights up with your last option, easily looking at her baby with that name.

“I like Magdalena…”

“Then… hello, baby Magda” you coo at your daughter, feeling her soft skin and plump cheeks.

“Your mommy and I love you so much, baby” Miguel’s hand comes to take yours, and together, you’re admiring your baby girl.

Doctor Spider enters after a knock on the door, holding a little binder.

“Okay, we’re cleaning her and healing you….” he announces. He adds that you’ll be fine in three weeks with a good recovery and that the baby was healthy. Miguel is so thankful and happy. He can barely hide his smile from his coworker.

“But before that… Lyla wants me to congratulate you two and ask if she can spread the news. Everyone is asking for this little family,” you smile. Spider plushie and Lego Spider-Man must be very worried and spider cat. You want to see your friends soon.

“No. We don’t want to share-“

“Miguel.” You scold him, give him a bad look, then look down at your daughter, smiling again.

“Yes, you can tell Lyla to share the news,” the AI appears before you. Her eyes open at the sight of the new addition of the HQ.

“Oh-great. And- OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE” Miguel instantly rolls his eyes, looking at Lyla moving in front of her tiny daughter and simulating touching her. There’s a little pink headband with a flower in Magdalena’s little head, which doubles how cute she looks.

“Thanks, Lyla…”

“Peter and Pavitr are on their way already. Probably the others will be joining us later” You nod once again. Feeling so welcomed and accepting that Miguel was right.

It was the best idea to give birth to your daughter in the HQ.

“Great. More visits!…” Miguel complains with a big load of sarcasm.

“Sorry…see ya later. ” with that, Lyla disappears.

“Ay, mami. You don’t know what you’ve done” Miguel can hear everyone talking about him and you and the baby. Having all his annoying coworkers asking questions and grabbing his daughter. However, he knows that will make you happy.

“Miguel, don’t be like that. This day is special… but we have our whole lives to have a family moment… just the three of us” he knows you’re right. So he sighs, letting a smile appear on your face.

“Right, yeah. You’re right…”

“I know. Now give me a kiss…” as his lips collide with yours, he takes baby Magda from your arms. She’s light as a feather, beautiful, and Miguel can’t think about ever putting her down in your arms again.

“I love you so much, hermosa. And that will never change…”

“Oh, Miguel. You and Magda are my full happiness now. I love you too.”

Miguel feels complete. He had his daughter in his arms; you on his lips.

And he hoped to treasure that feeling… forever.

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Can we think about how baby Mayday and baby Magda are going to be BESTIES now?!?! *sobs*

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 months ago

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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 7

Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.

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In the other room, laughter and excitement filled the air as you and your bridesmaids gathered for the wedding preparations. Your friends, all hopeless romantics, were thrilled for you, knowing how much this day meant.

They huddled around, admiring your wedding dress—an elegant, simple gown adorned with delicate flower embroidery. The white fabric shimmered softly in the light, making you look like a vision of grace.

You wore a crown that once belonged to your mother, a cherished heirloom that your father had handed to you himself. After receiving his permission for this momentous occasion, the bitterness you once held toward him had softened, if only slightly.

As you stood before the mirror, gazing at your reflection, the crown glinted softly in the light, a symbol of the legacy you carried. You couldn’t help but wish that your mother were here with you, guiding you through this pivotal day.

With the international media coverage, a small part of you hoped that wherever she was, she would see the news and know that her daughter was getting married.

“You look stunning,” one of your bridesmaids said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Bucky’s going to lose his breath when he sees you,” another chimed in, a playful grin on her face.

“You two are perfect for each other,” someone added, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. There’s no doubt in my mind this is exactly how it’s supposed to be.”

Their words were heartfelt, and as they each gave their blessings, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth. Their support made the day even more special, reminding you that you weren’t just marrying Bucky—you were also surrounded by people who truly cared for you and wanted to see you happy.

The wedding became a national holiday, a day of grand celebration and international coverage. Streets were lined with eager spectators as the festivities unfolded in a magnificent parade. Soldiers in gleaming uniforms rode atop powerful horses, their disciplined ranks adding a military grandeur to the occasion.

King Leonard seized the opportunity to showcase the might of Veridian, reminding the world of the nation's strength under his iron rule. As Bucky watched the display, he realized with a sinking feeling that he had truly entered the lion's den.

“We have to go to the church,” said Archer, the Defense Minister of Veridian. With no family of his own, Bucky found himself accompanied by Archer, his father’s old friend and now the closest thing he had to family. The ministry of defense, a symbol of the power Bucky was stepping into, stood by his side.

They climbed into a classic Rolls-Royce, the car gliding through the streets toward the church. The clear windows made Bucky an object of attention, with every pair of eyes in the crowd focused on him. People cheered and waved the flag of the country, their excitement palpable as they awaited the groom’s arrival.

“Wave, Bucky,” Archer prompted.

Bucky waved, but it felt hollow. He was like a goldfish in a glass bowl, exposed and on display for all to see.

“Your father would be proud of you,” Archer remarked.

Bucky could only wish his father were there to see this day.

“Except your mom. She’d be furious that you’re marrying the king’s daughter,” Archer added with a wry smile.

“If she’s still alive, I hope this is enough to bring her back, wherever she is,” Bucky replied, his voice tinged with a longing he couldn’t suppress.

“She’s still alive,” Archer said, his tone suddenly serious.

Bucky’s eyes snapped to Archer’s, disbelief and hope warring within him. “Don’t joke with me,” he said, his voice tight with emotion.

“I know where she is,” Archer responded calmly.

Relief washed over Bucky like a tidal wave, the best news he had heard in years. “Where is she?” he demanded, but then hesitated, glancing around. “Wait, is it safe to talk about this here?”

“There are no bugs in the car, and the driver is one of my people,” Archer reassured him.

Thank God, Bucky thought, grateful that Archer had thought everything through. “So where is she?”

“In an enemy state,” Archer said, pausing before revealing the name. “Thalassa.”

Bucky’s world tilted on its axis. Thalassa—the very mention of the place sent a chill down his spine. King Leonard’s decree was clear: anyone who visited Thalassa would be branded a traitor. His mother had chosen to live in a country that refused to acknowledge Leonard as the rightful ruler.

“I hope you can make a change around here,” Archer said, his words heavy with meaning.

Bucky could only hope, his mind spinning with the revelation and the burden it now placed on his shoulders.

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Bucky arrived at the church first, stepping into the grand hall that had been meticulously decorated for the royal wedding. The aisles were lined with white roses, and soft golden drapes hung from the high arches, casting a warm, regal glow throughout the space. The scent of fresh flowers mixed with the incense, creating an atmosphere that was both sacred and celebratory.

Diplomatic guests from across the world filled the pews, their attire as varied and ornate as their countries of origin. Bucky, however, recognized none of them. They were not his guests but those of King Leonard, each one a powerful figure in their own right, all there to witness the union under the king's command.

Bucky's attention was momentarily diverted to the seats behind King seat. Cassian and his uncle, Duke Griffin, were seated there, their presence adding another layer of complexity to the scene.

Cassian, who had earlier expressed his disillusionment with the arranged marriage, now sat with a mask of indifference. His eyes occasionally flicked toward Bucky, a mixture of pity and curiosity in his gaze. Beside him, Duke Griffin, an imposing figure with a sharp gaze, remained impassive.

As Bucky stood at the front, feeling the weight of their gazes on him, the doors opened to reveal King Leonard. The entire congregation stood and bowed deeply as the king entered, a silent acknowledgment of his absolute authority. Leonard’s presence commanded the room, his every step echoing through the grand hall.

Before taking his seat, Leonard approached Bucky, his expression unreadable. He placed a firm hand on Bucky’s shoulder, a gesture that felt more like a warning than reassurance.

“Your duty is just to make my daughter happy,” Leonard said, his voice low and cold. “I don’t expect anything else from you.”

Bucky didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded, his throat tight, as Leonard withdrew and moved to his place of honor.

A hush fell over the crowd as the master of ceremonies stepped forward. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the voice echoed through the church, “the bride, Her Royal Highness, the Princess, will now arrive.”

As the church doors opened, the anticipation in the air became palpable. The choir's voices rose in harmony with the music, and the orchestra began playing Canon in D, the notes echoing through the grand hall.

Bucky stood at the altar, his back to the entrance. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of nervous energy that reverberated through his entire being. He knew the moment had come, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around just yet. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to steady himself, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

As you entered the church, the soft rustle of your gown mixed with the melodious strains of Canon in D, creating a symphony that enveloped you. Each step felt like you were walking through a dream, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

The grandeur of the church overwhelmed you—the lavish decorations, the rows of esteemed diplomatic guests, and the sea of faces turned in anticipation. But amidst the opulence, your focus was solely on Bucky. He was the reason for every flutter in your chest, every tremor in your hands.

Your bouquet of fresh flowers felt like a lifeline, grounding you amidst the storm of emotions. The crown your father had gifted you, a delicate piece of history, seemed to weigh heavier now. It was a reminder of your lineage and the monumental step you were about to take.

The aisle stretched before you, a path leading to your future. With every step, you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. Despite the nerves and the overwhelming feeling that this was all too surreal, a smile found its way to your lips. You couldn’t believe it—after everything you’d been through, you were finally here, marrying the man you loved.

King Leonard, standing beside you, took a firm but reassuring grip on your arm. His presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the responsibility and expectation that came with this union. As he guided you down the aisle, the weight of the moment was palpable. His role was to lead you to Bucky, ensuring that you were united in front of everyone who mattered.

As you reached the midpoint of the aisle, you looked up at him with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Father."

Leonard's gaze softened slightly, though his voice remained steady. "If he ever makes you cry or hurts you, just tell me."

You met his eyes with unwavering confidence. "That will never happen."

As you walked closer, Bucky finally found the courage to turn around. The sight of you took his breath away. You looked like a vision, an ethereal presence that made his heart skip a beat. His chest tightened with a mix of love and fear, knowing that this was it—the moment that would change both your lives forever.

The ceremony began, and the priest’s voice filled the air with solemnity and grace. He spoke of love, commitment, and the vows you were about to take. The words washed over you both, their weight sinking deep into your hearts. Bucky glanced at you, his heart pounding, as the priest asked him the most important question of his life.

"Do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, till death do you part?"

Bucky’s voice was steady, though he felt anything but. "I do."

The priest then turned to you, and you felt a wave of emotions—love, fear, excitement—crash over you.

"And do you, Princess, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, till death do you part?"

With a voice filled with certainty and love, you answered, "I do."

The priest smiled warmly and announced, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Bucky reached up to lift your veil, his hands trembling slightly. As he finally revealed your face, your smile met his, a beacon of pure joy that made his heart race.

Without waiting for the priest to instruct you, Bucky leaned in and kissed you. The spontaneous, heartfelt gesture drew laughter and applause from the guests, filling the church with a warmth that melted away any lingering tension.

Hand in hand, you and Bucky turned to face the guests, but first, you both bowed deeply to the king.

King Leonard, with a measured smile, stepped forward. "Welcome to the family, James."

Bucky met the king's gaze, doing his best to suppress the unease bubbling beneath the surface. "It's an honor, Your Majesty."

With the formalities complete, you both began the procession down the aisle, greeting guests as you went. Outside the church, the crowds had gathered, their cheers erupting as you stepped out. The sight of you in your beautiful white dress and Bucky in his military uniform was like something out of a fairy tale. The people waved flags and called out well-wishes, celebrating what seemed to be the happiest day of your life.

But Bucky couldn’t shake the gnawing fear that clung to him. The memory of the blood-red message burned in his mind, making him feel vulnerable in the open space. As much as he tried to keep up appearances, the urge to get inside, away from prying eyes, was overwhelming.

Thankfully, the ornate carriage that awaited you both was fitted with bulletproof glass, offering a sense of security that Bucky desperately needed. Once inside, you beamed with happiness, the joy of the day radiating from you.

"Can you believe it, Bucky? We’re finally married!" you said, your voice bubbling with excitement as you squeezed his hand.

Bucky forced a smile, trying to match your enthusiasm. "Yeah… finally."

You leaned closer to him, your eyes sparkling. "I knew this day would be perfect, but I never imagined it would feel this incredible."

Bucky nodded, his mind racing. "It’s everything you deserved."

You noticed a hint of something in his voice—a flicker of doubt, perhaps—but dismissed it, too wrapped up in the joy of the moment to let it linger.

As the carriage began its journey back to the castle, you continued talking about the day, the guests, and the future that lay ahead. Bucky listened, his hand still holding yours, but his thoughts were elsewhere, his eyes flicking nervously toward the bulletproof windows. The carriage offered safety, but the dread in his heart remained.

Unaware of the storm brewing inside him, you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, content in the belief that this was the start of your happily ever after.

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Bucky had just finished changing into a suit when he stepped out of the room, adjusting his tie. The weight of the day was pressing down on him, but he was determined to keep it together for your sake. As he walked into the hallway, he was suddenly shoved back, his shoulder slamming into the wall. The shock of the impact made him blink, and when his eyes focused, he felt as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Lucas?" Bucky's voice wavered in disbelief.

The man before him was a wreck—a shadow of the comrade he once knew. Lucas’s face was gaunt, his eyes bloodshot and wild, his clothes disheveled like he had crawled out from the depths of hell. His hands trembled, and in one of them, a gun was pointed directly at Bucky's chest.

"You… you fucking traitor!" Lucas spat the words with venom, his voice cracking under the weight of betrayal. "We trusted you! Our comrades… our friends… and you sold us out to that monster!"

Bucky raised his hands slowly, trying to calm his friend. "Lucas, listen to me—"

"Shut up!" Lucas’s voice was a shriek, desperate and unhinged. He shook his head, his grip on the gun tightening. "You don’t get to talk! Do you know what they did to us? What they did to me?"

"I know, and I’m going to make things right," Bucky said, his voice low, trying to keep it steady even as his heart raced. "But killing me won’t change what happened."

"You don’t get it, do you? It’s too late! It’s all too fucking late!" Lucas’s eyes were filled with rage and sorrow, a man broken by unimaginable horrors. He took a step closer, the barrel of the gun trembling but still aimed squarely at Bucky.

Bucky could see Lucas was beyond reason, his mind fractured by the torment he had endured. Every second felt like an eternity as the gun wavered, Lucas’s finger twitching on the trigger. The fear was real, but Bucky couldn’t let it control him.

"Lucas, please," Bucky’s voice was almost a whisper. "I swear, I didn’t betray you. We can fix this together—"

A gunshot rang out, the sound echoing through the hall like a death knell. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the searing pain of a bullet tearing into him. But nothing came. No pain, no darkness. He opened his eyes, and the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat.

Lucas stood there, his eyes wide with shock, blood seeping through his shirt from a wound in his chest. He staggered, his grip on the gun loosening. Bucky instinctively reached out, catching Lucas before he could collapse to the floor.

"It… it wasn’t you. I’m… Avenge us," Lucas choked out, blood bubbling up in his mouth as he spoke.

"Don’t speak, Lucas. I’ll get help," Bucky said, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back the tears. He could feel the life draining out of his friend, the warmth leaving his body.

"It’s… too late," Lucas whispered, his voice barely audible now.

Bucky looked up, desperation and anger swirling in his chest, and that’s when he saw him—Isaac. The man he thought was dead, standing there as if nothing had happened. Isaac was clean, composed, his hair neatly combed, and his suit pristine. He looked every bit the part of someone who had just stepped out of a palace, not a prison.

"You," Bucky growled, his voice filled with fury as he held Lucas’s lifeless body. "It was you."

Isaac’s lips curled into a cold smile. He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of respect. "From now on, I serve you, Your Highness."

"You fucking traitor!" Bucky’s voice was a roar of pain and anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip Isaac apart, to make him pay for everything he had done.

"Oh, what a good job youdid on your first day." A cold, authoritative voice cut through the tension.

Bucky looked up to see King Leonard, his presence commanding the room. The king walked in, seemingly oblivious to the blood-stained scene before him, as if Lucas's dying body was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Isaac straightened up and greeted the king with a formal nod. "It’s my duty, sir."

King Leonard smiled, his gaze shifting to Bucky, who was still cradling Lucas’s lifeless form. "Let me introduce you to the new head of the castle guard, Isaac."

Bucky’s anger simmered just below the surface, his hands clenched into fists. Isaac, the man who had betrayed them all, was now standing here with the king’s blessing. This was no longer just a political game—this was personal.

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mellowsadistic · 7 months ago

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The Flower Girl - Part 1

Grace is getting married and she’s determined not to let Jessica, her husband-to-be’s ex, ruin the wedding. But if this is her big day, why is she being dressed as the flower girl?

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Grace was walking around the reception, greeting her guests, when she spotted her out of the corner of her eye. Jessica. Grace had invited her out of politeness, but she’d really hoped the woman wouldn’t come. What was she thinking, turning up here? Surely she’d known Grace hadn’t really wanted her to be at her wedding!

She was talking with Sophie, one of Grace��s old schoolfriends, and Sophie seemed to be listening raptly to whatever it was she was saying.

Grace continued to wander around, accepting congratulations and beaming at everyone, tossing her beautiful blonde hair behind her and feeling like the prettiest woman in the room. Eventually she reached Sophie herself.

“Hi, Sophie!” she said. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Hi sweetie!” Sophie said, turning to look at her. She spoke in an oddly high-pitched, overly-enthusiastic voice, like she was talking to a nursery-schooler. “Are you looking forward to the ceremony?”

Grace didn’t know what to say. She’d been expecting Sophie to say ‘congratulations’. Why the hell was she talking in such a stupid way? “Uh, yes!” she managed, deciding it was best to just ignore her friend’s odd behaviour. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long! I hope it’s everything I imagined!”

“Awww!” Sophie cooed. Grace felt herself going red. Was Sophie mocking her? “That’s so cute! Are you going to wear a pretty dress, honey?”

“Uh, yes of course. I… In fact, I’d better go and get dressed now. It takes a while and I need my bridesmaids to help.”

“Of course you do,” Sophie said patronisingly.

“Well… See you later, Sophie!”

“Bye-bye, cutie!” Sophie waved.

Grace turned and walked away. What was that about?! She frowned, thinking. Jessica had been talking to Sophie not long ago. Could she have convinced Sophie to talk to her like that for some reason? Grace hoped the most special day of her life wasn’t going to be tainted by some stupid practical joke. But she couldn’t imagine Sophie taking part of something like that. Sophie had never even liked Jessica!

It was probably just nerves, Grace told herself, trying to push the matter from her mind. She needed to get her bridesmaids and go into the back to change into her wedding dress. She felt excitement bubbling up inside her. She’d never really stopped fantasising about the perfect wedding, ever since she was a little girl, and now she was finally getting it! And Rob was the most wonderful man she’d ever met. She flushed at the thought of her gorgeous husband-to-be. She wouldn’t see him until she walked down the aisle though. She wanted everything to be perfect.

“Good luck, Gracie!” someone said to her as she made her way through the crowd, and she smiled awkwardly back in the general direction of the voice. She hated being called Gracie - she wasn’t a two-year-old for goodness sake! But nothing was going to ruin her good mood today. She was determined of that.

She slipped past a group of guests and found the people she was looking for; Olivia, Caroline, and Annie. Her three bridesmaids. At least the three of them were acting normally. They hurried up to her the moment they saw her, looking almost as excited as she felt.

They put their heads together, giggling.

“Ready?” asked Olivia, grinning.

Grace grinned back and nodded.

The four of them moved through the guests and into a room in the back of the venue where Grace could get changed. Her wedding dress was hanging on a clothes rack waiting for her. She beamed at it. It was beautiful – pure white, of course, with a floral-patterned bodice and a flowing, floor-length skirt. Elegant and sophisticated, sexy but still classy. The perfect dress.

Grace would barely contain her excitement as Olivia, Caroline, and Annie helped her change into it. She couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror in front of her as she was steadily transformed into the bride she’d dreamed about being ever since she was a little girl.

She was almost done when Caroline suddenly said “Oh!”

“What?” Grace asked, worried something had gone wrong.

“Your veil! I think your mother has it. Or maybe it’s still in the car…”

“Don’t panic,” Olivia soothed, seeing Grace’s face. “The three of us will go and look for it. I’m sure it’s around. We’ll be right back.”

Her bridesmaids left the room, leaving Grace alone. But a few moments later, the door opened, and Jessica stepped inside.

“Hi sweetie!” she said, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Hello Jessica,” said Grace, looking at her warily.

“Don’t you look pretty!” Jessica cooed, but her eyes were sparkling malevolently. “Looking forward to walking down the aisle?”

“Listen Jessica,” said Grace firmly, “whatever it is you’re here for, whatever you’ve got planned…”

“Planned?” asked Jessica, cocking her head.

“I just don’t want you ruining things by trying to make this all about you,” Grace said coldly. “This is a very special day for me.”

“Of course it is, Gracie,” Jessica said. Her smile widened. “The wedding couldn’t happen without you!” She let out a light, tinkling laugh, and then she turned and left the room.

Grace scowled. Gracie again. And she didn’t like the way Jessica had been smiling. Did she really not have anything planned? They’d been friends once, but Grace had got together with Rob shortly after he’d broken up with Jessica, and Jessica hadn’t liked that one bit. Grace remembered Jessica screaming at her, calling her a big-titted whore who’d stolen her boyfriend.

Grace adjusted her large breasts in her wedding dress. It was true she had a better figure than Jessica, but she hardly thought that mattered. She and Rob had been meant for each other, and that was all there was to it.

What else was it that Jessica had said to her? Stupid little girls shouldn’t steal other people’s things, that was it. Grace smirked. Rob was hers now anyway. They were getting married and there was nothing Jessica could do about it. She’d only been invited in the first place because it would have seemed rude not to invite her after Grace had invited all her other old friends – it would make it seem like she was the one still carrying a grudge.

Grace shook her head. What was she doing? She shouldn’t even be thinking about Jessica right now. Not on her big day! She admired herself in the mirror, picturing how she’d look walking smoothly down the aisle on the best day of her life.

Minutes past, and her bridesmaids still hadn’t returned. But just when Grace was starting to get worried, the door opened again. She look around eagerly as Olivia and Caroline stepped into the room, but her smile faltered when they were closely followed not by Annie, but by Jessica. She was holding something white and semi-transparent in her arms. Was that stupid bitch carrying her veil?! Hadn’t she got the message that she wasn’t wanted?

But as Jessica stepped forward, Grace realised the thing she was holding wasn’t a veil at all. It was a dress. A very different dress from the beautiful, elegant, sophisticated wedding dress she was currently wearing.

“What’s going on?” asked Grace. She’d just noticed that her two bridesmaids were looking at her rather strangely. They were both smiling, but Olivia was shaking her head from side to side, like a kindergarten teacher amused by the antics of a misbehaving toddler, and Caroline was looking at her with the same sort of sickeningly sweet eagerness that Grace had seen earlier on Sophie’s face. “What are you…?”

“Come on, sweetie,” Jessica interrupted, and her eyes were glinting darkly. “It’s time to get you into your proper clothes. That’s enough playing pretend. I need my wedding dress for my big day.” She smiled broadly. “But don’t worry. I’ve found something much more appropriate for you to wear!"

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mumms-the-word · 6 months ago

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BG3 Wedding Season Tag Game

Inspired by @lewdisescariot's post about Spring/Summer being wedding season, I present to you an unofficial Wedding Season Tag Game!

It's time to create your special day. Your favorite companion or NPC has proposed to your OC, or your OC proposed to them, and now it's time to plan and throw a wedding! The first list is about the details, while the second zeroes in on specific moments!

Tag a friend and challenge them to answer some (or all) of the prompts on this list. There are 31 prompts, so you can also use the prompts as a daily headcanon/art/fic challenge. Use the prompts however you like! If you want to share your stuff with a shared tag, you can use the tag #bg3weddingseason

✨Details✨

Wedding, or something else? - What do the characters think about weddings or marriages? If not a wedding, would they acknowledge their relationship in a different kind of ceremony?

Proposal - Who proposed to whom? Were there rings or other gifts involved?

Bachlor/Bachelorette parties? - Do the characters get a bachelor(ette) party before the big day? Does anything crazy happen?

Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

Formal or informal affair? - Is the wedding elaborate and grand, or simple and sweet? Is it a tenday-long series of parties or is it a quick vow exchange in front of Withers?

Venue - Where is the ceremony and/or reception? Inside? Outside?

Timing - What time of year are they getting married? What time of day?

Traditions - What traditions are involved in the ceremony/reception? Is there a mix of traditions from either partner?

Decor - What kind of notable decor is there at the venue? Do they have something like an arch, a carpet aisle, fairy lights in the trees, or other elaborate decorations? Did they choose to decorate at all?

Flowers - What flowers or other natural elements do they have as part of their decoration, if any? Are these flowers significant?

Bouquet or no bouquet? - Does someone carry a bouquet, or do they choose to carry something else? Or do they walk down the aisle with nothing at all?

Music - Is there music at the ceremony or the reception? What kind of music? Do they hire an orchestra, band, or half-decent bard to serenade them?

Outfits - What is the married couple going to wear? Is there special significance in the outfit choices, colors, jewelry, etc?

Rings - What do their rings look like, if they choose to exchange any?

Vows and Unity Ceremonies - Does the couple exchange vows? Do they complete any kind of "unity" ceremony, like handfasting, planting a tree together, etc?

Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot?

Going Down the Aisle - Does anyone escort the character walking down the aisle? Do they go alone?

I Now Pronounce You... - Do your characters change their last names, keep their last names, arrange for a specific kind of name? For example, "Mr. and Mr. Dekarios" or "Lord and Lady Ravengard-Cliffgate"?

Guests - Who else is there? Are there any special details about how the guests are arranged, what they are wearing, or what they are doing?

Food - What kind of food and drink is being served at the reception? Is there a lush feast or simple fare? Is there a wedding cake or some other kind of traditional wedding food?

Dancing - Is there any dancing? Elegant waltzes or all-out party-hard tavern music dance parties?

Ending the Night - How does the reception end? Is there a big send-off, or does everyone quietly fade out as the night turns into dawn?

Honeymoon - Does the couple take a honeymoon anywhere?

✨Specific Moments✨

The Night Before - Write about the night before the wedding. Are your characters nervous? Excited? Do they see their partner or keep away?

Getting Ready - Who helps your characters get ready? Are there any sweet, funny, bittersweet, or adorable moments that happen?

The First Look - Write about the moment when your married couple sees each other in their wedding outfits for the first time.

Ceremony - Write the scene where they exchange vows, complete a unity ceremony, exchange rings, or etc.

First Dance - Does your couple have a first dance? What is that like for them?

Private Moments - Every couple needs a private moment away from the big day. When does your couple escape the festivities, before, during, or after the ceremony/reception, to have a private, quiet (or perhaps not so quiet) moment?

Reception - Does anything specific happen at the reception? Drama, a sweet moment with a parent or other companions, cake-smashing, games, a surprise?

First Night, Morning After - Write a specific moment or detail about their first night together as a wedded couple, and/or what it is like for them to wake up the next morning as a wedded couple.

Different cultures around the world have different wedding expectations, ceremonies, events, and so forth, so if you find that this list doesn't let you explore those ideas, feel free to adjust the prompts to suit you and your characters more!

Enjoy and have fun!

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jjkfemimagine · 3 months ago

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your wedding | fem! jjk x reader

Gojo: Your wedding with Gojo, considering she comes from the extremely wealthy Gojo Clan, would be just that — no expenses would be spared for this day, or rather, entire week. Gojo would want to parade you around, make a huge deal about the two of you getting married (not that she didn’t do that the second you accepted her proposal).

From the wedding invitations being personally made by some of the greatest artists in the world, to your dresses (or suit, if you’d prefer, whatever you will wear will be custom-made from the finest cloth), to the five-tier wedding cake and the venue being one of the most expensive, the wedding is an entire fairytale.

When getting married to a woman like Gojo, squash any hopes of this ordeal being small or budget-friendly. It’s not every day the strongest person in the world gets married to the most beautiful woman in the world (aka, you).

Geto: Your wedding with Geto would be best described as elegant. It’s on the smaller side, but there’s so much attention to detail. You would both invite important people in your lives, and Nanako and Mimiko would act as dual flower girls. They would be the only ones standing by each of your sides, as there would be no bridesmaids to make the wedding less stressful on you both.

You would exchange matching rings in a simple but ethereal venue, and the cake would be three tiers and on the smaller side to match your very chill wedding. Geto’s vows made you sob like a baby in front of everyone, and as soon as you kiss she starts referring to you as her wife to everyone who comes up to congratulate you two.

Nanami: If there was a bridezilla, it would be Nanami. She wouldn’t be mean, but completely focused on every single miniscule detail to the point that if a flower looked out of place she’d immediately be calling the florist to exchange a single stem. She would want everything to be perfect because you didn’t deserve anything less.

The two of you would save up to have it be a destination wedding in Malaysia. It would be on the beach, and Nanami would wear a wedding jumpsuit rather than a dress. She would want to stand at the end of the aisle and watch you walk down it, and everyone (see: Gojo) would release an “Awww,” as Nanami starts crying at the sight of you.

She wouldn’t leave you alone the entire wedding day, holding onto your hand as you make your way around to thank everyone and speak to different guests. She’s waiting on your every movement, holding your champagne glasses if you need her to, and helping put your shoes back in place after you take them off hours later drunk when you’re on the dancefloor with everyone, pressing a kiss on her wife’s ankle. (She would totally carry you over the threshold!)

Shoko: A city hall wedding. The two of you would still get dressed up, and she gives the energy of someone who would get married in the winter, around the holiday season. You would have matching white long coats that tie at the waist for when you’re outside and your family and friends take pictures of you as soon as they’re done cheering for you two. Shoko gets married around the holiday season because she gets some extra time off, and she decides to be as cheesy as possible and kiss you under any mistletoe hung up for the holidays, which she always follows up with a kiss to your ring finger.

Yuki: Yuki never thought she would be someone who would want to get married. That changed as soon as the two of you began dating. Your wedding couldn’t even be called a “wedding,” exactly, when she asked you if you wanted to get married at 3 A.M.

And when she meant “get married,” she meant 6 hours later, when city hall opened at 9 A.M.

You would barely have any time to tell anyone, and luckily, you both owned a pair of nice white dresses. You dressed up as much as you could at a spur of the moment decision, as most things are with Yuki, and got on her motorcycle and drove to the city hall.

She had booked an appointment online at 2 A.M. before asking you to get married to her.

What you didn’t expect, however, was that she already had the wedding rings ready, and had for six months. Yuki is someone who does things when the timing feels “right,” by her standards, and she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you, so why wait?

Choso: Choso would definitely be nervous about your wedding. You two would plan it out, and try to make it a simple but beautiful occasion to celebrate your marriage. You would be the one to propose to her, and she would definitely cry her eyes out.

You wouldn’t tell her, but you would plan out an entire table that would remain untouched, a setting for each of her brothers who had been lost set up with their pictures. She would once again sob like a baby and kiss you once she saw this.

Yuji would be her maid of honor, the younger girl cheering when Choso dips you into the most perfect kiss of your life in front of the attendees.

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hungermakesmonsters · 8 months ago

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Catch Me If You Can

Epilogue

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R - smut

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Smut and extreme cuteness. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~2.7k

A/N : I couldn't not write them getting married. This is a cute little send off for Billy and Reader.

Epilogue

TWO MONTHS LATER

You’d talked about a long engagement - it made sense given the fact that you’d only known each other for around eight months when he proposed (and those eight months had been some of the rockiest of your life). You’d both agreed that it was sensible to wait, to get used to living together before taking another big step in your relationship.

You made it six weeks before changing your mind.

Everyone thought you were crazy, Sam begged you to wait just a few more months (to Billy’s annoyance), and the news rendered Karen speechless for at least five minutes before she started to go into overdrive thinking about her bridesmaid duties.

You couldn’t explain why, you just knew. Nothing was going to change the way you felt about Billy and, every day with him just felt perfect, right. So, what was the point in waiting to make it official?

That was how you came to be standing on a beach in Mexico at sunset, a small group of your friends and family watching as you made your way towards the little altar and Billy. His mouth hung open as he watched you walk down the short, sandy aisle towards him and when you reached him, he was at a complete loss for words.

“I think that look means he likes the dress,” Karen joked in your ear.

Your dress was simple but elegant, hugging your figure in all the right places and showing just enough skin to be enticing without being indecent. Karen and your sister-in-law, Liv, and helped with your hair and make up, and you’d never felt better about yourself than you did in that moment. Especially with how Billy was looking at you.

“You look -” he tried and shook his head, “- wow.”

“You look pretty good too,” you joked, reaching for him to smooth the collar of his light grey suit jacket.

“You sure you want to do this?” He almost sounded nervous, like it was finally becoming real to him; you were going to be his wife.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this,” you smiled, your hand cupping his cheek for a moment, before finally turning to face the man officiating over the marriage. Billy took a breath before doing the same.

You barely listened to the words being spoken, you were too busy watching Billy from the corner of your eye, nervous but happier than you’d ever been. And, when it was finally time for your vows, you turned to Billy, watching your normally calm and confident man fumble with a piece of paper handed to him by Frank.

“I never really had anyone in my life who loved me before you,” he started softly, his eyes fixed on yours. “I never had anyone want me after seeing every side of me, never had anyone who laughed at my stupid jokes until you. My life changed that day I took you for coffee and, since then, there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you.”

You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry, that you didn’t want to ruin the wedding photos with panda-eyes, but the moment Billy took your hands in his, you felt your eyes starting to well up.

“When I’m with you I get to see the world in new and amazing ways; you give my life colour and meaning. I feel like I’m living and not just existing. And the way you love me -” his voice threatened to break, “- I never expected it, never thought I deserved it. But I promise you, from this day forward, I’ll do everything I can to deserve it, to deserve you. I promise to love you and protect you until my dying day, and I promise to make our lives together as fun and filled with happiness as I can. And I promise to trust you and listen to you, and never doubt you.”

He swallowed, trying to force the lump from his throat. “You’re my everything and I’ll never let you go.”

You blinked, still trying to hold back the tears as he gave your hands a gentle squeeze, and you were prompted to start your own vows. Unlike Billy, you’d memorised yours though, for a couple of seconds your mind threatened to go blank.

“Billy, you have the biggest heart and so much love to give. I know you sometimes think that it’s too much and that you want too much, but I promise you that’s not true. It’s never too much, not if it’s me and you,” you heard him awkwardly inhale through his nose, as if he was trying to fight back tears too. “I’m with you, no matter what life throws at us, I promise to stay by your side, and I will always protect and love you.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back with the most perfect and genuine smile you’d ever seen grace his lips. “I promise you a life full of adventure and bad jokes. And I vow to do everything I can to make you smile like that every single day because you do deserve it, Billy. Most importantly, I promise I’ll never leave you; I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Always,” he muttered softly, gripping your hands a little tighter.

The ceremony continued and soon enough he was sliding the ring onto your finger, and at the words you may kiss the bride, Billy moved faster than you’d ever seen anyone move, pulling you close and kissing you like his life depended on it. And you lost yourself to it and him, letting him kiss you until your lungs started to burn and you heard Karen clearing her throat to remind you that you had an audience.

The look on Billy’s face when you parted was enough to have you laughing, your hand pressing against his chest, pushing him back playfully, but lingering over his racing heart.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me now,” he grinned at you.

“No backsies,” you agreed, struggling to tear your eyes off of him, even though your guests were on their feet, waiting to congratulate you.

Frank clapped a hand on Billy’s shoulder, pulling him back a little.

“Congratulations, brother,” he said in that usual gruff way.

“Your turn next, Frankie,” Billy laughed, glancing at Karen who threatened to murder him under her breath.

You spent the next half hour or so going around the guests. Sam and Liv congratulated you both, and Billy promised them that he’d always take good care of you. All of Billy’s friends took the opportunity to wish you good luck and tell you how much of a pain in the ass Billy was, making both of you laugh. And, when it was finally done, you all headed to the bar for food and drinks.

And, when the music started playing, you and Billy got to have your first dance. He’d asked to choose the song and had kept it secret, and when you heard the opening bars of Ho Hey by The Lumineers, you found yourself smiling up at him, holding him tight in your arms. And, by the time it reached the chorus and you heard Billy softly singing the line you’re my sweetheart, the tears you’d been trying to hold back started to spill.

He held you tight and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he told you, over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough of the words.

And you knew that you’d never get sick of hearing them.

At some point, since arriving in Mexico, your niece and nephew had taken a real shine to Billy, and spent at least an hour chasing him around, tickling and wrestling with him. And, to your surprise, Billy went along with it, seeming to genuinely enjoy it. You’d never spoken about kids but, for a few moments you found yourself thinking that Billy would make a wonderful father one day. Maybe.

Eventually it started to get late and, one by one, your friends started to disappear until there was only you, Billy, Frank and Karen left standing. You sat and drank until well past midnight, until Billy’s hand started to pull on yours, and you knew exactly what that meant, so you got up and started to say goodnight.

“If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got to go consummate our marriage,” Billy grinned, and you gave him a slap on the chest as your cheeks started to heat. “If we’re not done by breakfast, send pancakes. I have a feeling we’ll be at it all -”

“Billy!” You hit him again, mortified as Karen and Frank both tried not to laugh.

“What? It’s not like they don’t know what we’re gonna spend all night doing,” he laughed.

You had to pull on his arm to get him away from them before he said anything else, both of you stumbling and giggling like drunken teenagers all the way back to the honeymoon suite.

While you’d been at the wedding, the hotel staff had been into the room to put out flowers and a bottle of champagne, and had sprinkled rose petals along the floor leading to the bed - not that you got the chance to appreciate it before Billy started kissing you. Your hands ran up his chest, over his shirt, his jacket having long since been abandoned, fingers starting to tug at buttons.

“I love you, Mrs Russo,” he murmured against your lips before capturing them in another searing kiss.

You felt his fingers tugging at the back of your dress, pulling it down with a desperation that was just so Billy. You’d once found yourself thinking that, one day, he’d settled down, that he wouldn’t want you with such needy desperation, but now you knew just how wrong you’d been. Billy would always want you, and you would always want him.

He pulled back from the kiss when your dress fell, wanting to take in the sight of you. You’d picked the white lingerie set knowing exactly how he’d respond. And Billy didn’t disappoint.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he licked his lips, taking it all in.

“Yeah, Billy, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” you joked as you reached for his pants, stripping him down to his underwear.

“Oh, are we?”

Before you could answer, he’d lifted you off your feet, spinning you around before playfully throwing you onto the bed and climbing on beside you, kissing you despite your laughter. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you melted into the kiss, losing yourself in the perfect moment. His hands explored your body, fingertips running over your bare skin like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“There’s so much I want to do to you, I don’t even know where to start,” Billy admitted, seeming almost lost and at the mercy of his own desires.

“I know exactly where I want to start,” you answered, gently pushing Billy onto his back and straddling him.

He looked up at you as you started to slowly grind yourself against him. It came as no surprise that he was already hard for you, and he felt so good pressed between your thighs. You were content to tease him like that for a minute or so, before you removed your bra. Billy’s hands slipped up your body, from your waist to your breasts. It wasn’t long before he was sitting up, his lips and tongue on your nipples, enjoying all the little sounds that slipped from your lips.

Eventually, you lightly pushed him down again, smiling a devious smile at him as you turned yourself around over him, practically straddling his face.

“I like where this is going,” you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was grinning as his hand started to trail up the backs of your thighs, his lips soon following after. It was almost enough to distract you from what you wanted to do.

Your hands slipped his boxers down his thighs, freeing his hard cock, and Billy let out an eager moan as you took him in his hand and started to stroke him. Then you felt your panties rip.

“Billy!” You laughed.

“I want them for my collection,” he told you with a laugh of his own.

You were about to respond when you felt him part your folds and run his tongue through your arousal. The ruined panties were immediately forgotten as you lowered yourself and ran your tongue over the leaking tip of his cock. You felt him groan against you, causing you to shiver. Your lips wrapped around him and you slowly began to take him into your mouth, earning even more sounds from him.

His tongue set to work against you as you sucked him, lips slipping up and down his cock in a way that betrayed just how much you were enjoying yourself. You trembled as his tongue alternated between teasing your clit and pressing at your slit, his name a gagged sound, moaned even though your mouth was full of him. It wasn’t long before you were grinding back against his face.

You came suddenly, legs trembling as Billy’s greedy tongue continued to devour you while your lips kept moving, groaning around him until -

“Wait,” you heard him gasp, his hands pulling at your hips. You stopped and strained your neck to look back at him. “Not like this,” Billy panted, “I want to come inside you. I want the first time to be inside you.”

You weren’t sure why, but it made you smile how he wanted to make this moment special for both of you. Pulling away from him, before you could even fully turn yourself around, Billy had you pinned beneath him, his cock pitching into your so suddenly that it almost made your eyes roll back.

“I left something out of my wedding vows,” he told you breathlessly, stilling inside you, a ridiculous grin on his lips, “I promise to spend the rest of my life making you come as often as I can.”

“I’m glad you didn’t say that in front of everyone,” you laughed.

You gasped as he pulled up your leg, hitching it on his hip so he could bury every inch of himself inside you. His hand found your cheek and for a few moments he was content to just stare down at you, the smile on his lips enough to make you tremble around him.

“I love you,” he told you, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, “and I vow to spend every night proving it by fucking your brains out.”

“I promise to let you,” you told him, reaching to slip your fingers back into his hair, pulling his lips to yours as he finally started to move.

It started slow, but it wasn’t long before your hips were lifting to meet his, desperate for so much more, desperate for everything. Every time he kissed you, you tasted a mixture of yourself and the Mai Tai’s you’d both spent the night drinking and it was an intoxicating combination. Your moans got louder and so did his, both gasping little breathless confessions of love, as you both took and gave everything that you needed.

When you finally came, it was his name on your lips, and Billy quickly followed after, remaining inside you long after he was done. His face pressed against your neck while your fingers ran through his sweat-damp hair, pressing little kisses to his temple.

It was strange to think how you’d gotten here; how he might never have noticed you if you’d remained sat in your car that summer's day, how you might never have gotten to this point if it hadn’t been for the faulty bathroom lock in your old apartment, and how you might never have seen him again if Michelle hadn’t sent him that thirst-trap on Halloween. There were so many ways you could have missed out on all of this, and just thinking about it made your heart ache.

You held him tight and pressed another kiss to his forehead, whispering; “I’m so glad we found each other.”

END NOTES : I promised an epilogue and there it is. Honestly, I just wanted to give them a happy send off. I know I already said it last week but thanks for reading, it's been a wild ride and I've really enjoyed writing and sharing this with you all! Maybe in the future there will be some one-shots, but for now I'm content to give them their happily ever after. I do have an idea of what I want to write next (don't worry, it's another Billy fic) and I'm going to post an excerpt sometime next week (and maybe even the first chapter but idk yet), so people can let me know if they want to be tagged in that, or if you already know you'd like me to tag you in future stuff, feel free to let me know in the comments or message me!

Have a great weekend!

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kteezy997 · 2 months ago

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Lady in Waiting-Part Eight//King Hal

The day had come. Lady Sophia was to marry her King. Your Hal.

It felt as if an entire lifetime had passed since you had arrived at the royal palace in England to start a new life with your Lady, the future Queen. But the change truly started when you met the King. He had initially mistaken you for his bride, and the rest, as they say, is history.

You fell in love with him and his quiet, private charms. The man was as tender as he was handsome. It was the most genuine affection you’d ever felt; a deep, loving connection that you shared together.

You worried for the future. How would Sophia react to your affair with the King? Would she ever find out? And on the other hand, how would you deal with having to share the man you loved?

He did not love her, or even desire her. But he would have to pretend his affections in public settings and then commit his marital duties in his bedroom at night.

You wondered if feelings may develop for Hal as he spent time with his Queen. Could he possibly forget about you? No. Of course not. He loved you, right?

Then, there were the royal children to come. Little ones running around the castle with Hal’s dark, wavy hair and green eyes. But they would be Sophia’s children. You would raise them, love them, but it would not be the same as if you and Hal had brought them into the world together.

Would children be on the horizon for you? It would be a dream to have a family with your beloved Hal. But would that be permitted? Would Sophia be able to turn her cheek and give her blessing? Kings had had royal mistresses before, though you had such a distaste for the word.

It was common for a married noblewoman to find a match for her lady in waiting. Sophia would likely follow this practice. But the Lord knows you had no interest in any man if he was not Hal. He was the one for you.

…..

She really did look elegant, regal even. The layers of her plush, ivory gown, her blonde hair curled and pinned into an updo; the image would fit perfectly on the cover of a storybook that would inspire a generation of young girls. You wondered if Hal would be impressed. It would be difficult not to be.

You could not imagine what must be going through the mind of the man you had slept with just last night. He held you all night long, as if he were desperate to cling onto a life with you.

Sophia was giddy as could be. "This is going to be the best day of my life!" she exclaimed. She sighed happily, looking at you, "Oh, y/n, this is a whole new chapter of our life." She would at times lump the two of you together, as if you, her handmaiden, were merely an extension of herself.

"Yes, indeed it is, my lady."

She made a 'tsk-tsk' sound between her teeth, holding up a finger to you, "Nay, nay, it is "Your Grace" now. I am even better than a lady."

"You are right, my apologies, Your Grace." you performed a light curtsy to her. "It is a habit I am trying to break."

"It is understandable. I have been your lady for quite a long time now. Also, you must work on your curtsy, there is plenty of room for improvement for you there." Sophia paused, took one last look in the mirror. "Now, hold my dress. It is nearly time."

............

You accompanied Sophia, carrying the train of her dress, to her bridal party. There were gasps and gushing at the sight of the bride from her bridesmaids. You could not help but smile at the scene before you, despite your uneasy feelings on the inside. You were holding on tightly to Hal's promise that nothing will change, that he will still love you after he is married.

"Psst, my lady y/n."

You heard the whisper, recognizing the voice as Hal's guard, the same man who escorted you back to your room early that same morning. You turned to him, and he motioned you over. You made sure Sophia did not see and hustled to him.

"His Majesty requests your presence at once."

"Is something wrong?" you inquired.

"Follow me, milady."

......

"Hal?" you said as you approached him in his chambers.

"Oh, thank the gods you are here." he sighed heavily, hurrying over to you. He wrapped you up in his arms.

"Are you alright?"

"I needed to see you." You could tell he was jittery.

"You just saw me a few hours ago." you pulled away from the embrace to look in his eyes. "My darling, you were fine when I left this morning. What has happened?"

"Nothing, nothing has happened. I just do not think I can go through with this wedding." he looked down at the ground.

"Of course you can. You have to. You said yourself that nothing will change." you placed your hands on his cheeks. "I love you, Hal. Nothing will change that. Do you love me?"

"Of course, that is precisely why-"

"Then do this for me. Make Sophia happy. Keep her here in this palace, because as long as she is here, I will be here. We can sort things out later as long as we get through this day. You are not alone; I will be there. I will always be there."

Hal let out a little smile and huff, "As I am for you." He gave you a kiss, nodding, "I knew you would make me feel better."

"Even a King can get nervous, I suppose." you reassured him, returning a grin.

.........

It was a lengthy yet gorgeous ceremony. Hal looked directly into Sophia's eyes and kissed her lips after they said I Do. You could not help the pang of jealousy ripping into your chest as you watched. You knew he did not love her, but it did not make seeing them kiss any easier. You tried to not imagine them in Hal's bed, naked, touching.

The wedding reception followed and contained extravagant courses of food, cake, music, dancing and the decorations you helped arrange.

You noticed that Hal was able to let loose after a few alcoholic beverages. He had invited some old friends from Eastcheap, and they were all having a great time dancing and horsing around on the dance floor.

You decided to rest a bit and sip some wine as you sat at one of the tables. You enjoyed watching the wedding guests and Hal and his mates. But you kept drinking more wine, as you found it increasingly difficult to get thoughts of Hal making love to Sophia out of your mind.

After downing a few glasses of the red drink, you felt a little lighter, perhaps even numb. The space in your brain became more vacant, and you were glad for it.

The time came for the King and Queen to share their first dance as a married couple. A sweet tune came from the band's string section as Hal led Sophia to the floor.

It was, to the naked eye, a romantic moment for the newlyweds. The bride grinning from ear to ear as her groom held her waist, and she with her arms laced around his neck as they swayed to the music.

The sight of it all made you nauseous.

Afterwards, the dance floor became crowded again. And you were surprised when the Queen came over to you instead of tending to one of the vast numbers of her noble wedding guests.

"Y/n I think you should have a dance with Hal." she said with a smile.

You raised your brows, "Oh? And why is that, Your Grace?"

"Well, you are friends, are you not? Besides, I already mentioned it to him, and he is expecting you."

"That is very kind of you." you said, trying not to stumble when you rose from your chair. Maybe the wine was too much.

........

Hal was smirking as he stood in the crowd of dancing partners. He welcomed your body close to his when you approached him.

"How charitable of the Queen to offer her King to her Lady." you quipped.

He chuckled lightly, "Yes, well, at least we can enjoy a moment together." he slid his hands to your lower back.

You hummed at his warm touch, but you could not lean in, could not look at him too fondly otherwise suspicions would arise.

"I would never truly complain about an opportunity to be close to you, my King." you whispered.

Hal shook his head slightly, his jaw clenching noticeably. "Oh, the things I want to do to you right now." You could hear the rumble of desire in the lowness of his voice.

........

You spent the night alone in your bed. Luckily, the amount of alcohol you had consumed lulled you to sleep. You knew without it, you would have been up all night thinking about Hal and Sophia.

You woke with a small headache, but you drank a big cup of cold water to hydrate yourself some before leaving for Sophia's chambers. You felt much better, but you were not ready to hear about how amazing her wedding night was with the man you loved.

You knocked on her door but there was no answer, not even after a second knock. "Your Grace? Are you in there?" Was she still in Hal's room? Perhaps it would not be proper for a King to kick his Queen out of bed after consummating their marriage.

"Y/n?" you heard her call out faintly. "Is that you? Come in."

Sophia's voice was much softer than usual, and she sounded weak.

You opened the door to a dark room. Typically, she was already up and ready to get dressed and made up for the day. But now, she was in bed, covered up completely by her blankets. "My Queen, are you well?" you asked.

She pulled the covers down from her face. You were stunned to see her eyes swollen red and watery. "Oh, y/n, last night was terrible." she cried, covering her face again.

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soloroomies · 5 months ago

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lifemate (Chapter 5/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the day you're tying the knot with your very dear friend, Kiyoomi word count. 2.1k cw. marriage pact au a/n. another update! I'm happy that I can update this story quickly. Writing this is really fun for me hehe <3

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Not long after you and Sakusa discussed your plans, you both decided to share the exciting news of your upcoming marriage with your families and closest friends. The reactions were nothing short of dramatic. You think it’s a mix of shock at how quickly you both decided to tie the knot and genuine happiness for you. Some of them called you immediately, the most popular question being, “How did this happen so fast?!” So, you shared the love story you and Sakusa have crafted together. Some responded with a knowing “I knew it!” claiming they had a gut feeling you’d end up together. You just laughed at their responses, finding it amusing because there was no way they could have predicted this—both of you were truly just friends before. Your psychology textbook was right about hindsight bias.

Since the wedding is simple and you both hired a wedding organizer to handle most of the planning, there isn’t much left for you to do except look for your wedding dress. You also chose your bridesmaids. At first, you want four people as your bridesmaid, including Tami. Unfortunately, Tami is incredibly busy this month with business trips. Even Tami, who knows all your plans, was surprised. She didn’t expect your wedding to be held in the second month of the year. You explained it’s because you both want to do this before the volleyball season starts. Luckily, she doesn’t have any plans on your wedding day and assured you she would attend. Therefore, the people you chose as your bridesmaids are two of your cousins, Yuuki and Nana, and one of your childhood friends from home, Aya. They’re all thrilled to be part of your special day.

Today is the day you choose your wedding dress, just two weeks away from your wedding day. You actually have a lot of fun looking up wedding dress inspiration. Weddings used to make you kind of emotional when you were a teenager and a hopeless romantic. But then, as an adult with a hectic life, you weren’t really expecting a wedding for yourself. Yet here you are now, somehow able to have one. So, you’ll enjoy this process as a gift to your teenage self.

It’s Saturday, and you’re glad that everyone is available. All of you have a group chat discussing the stores you’ll visit. So, you go through those stores, seeing the dresses they display online, trying some of them on, and deciding which one is the best. After a few stores and trying on more than ten dresses, one dress stands out. It’s a classic and elegant gown with a fitted bodice and a full ball gown skirt. It features a sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The skirt is made of layers of tulle and organza, giving it volume and a fairytale-like look. The back of the dress is adorned with covered buttons and a long flowing train, adding dramatic flair.

Your three companions seem to have the same thought as you. Nana even starts to shed tears, making the other two emotional as well. You turn to look at them and can’t help but feel a bit emotional yourself. “Guys, please don’t cry! You’ll make me cry,” you say. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and feel a sense of enchantment and awe. This is the dress, you think.

In the days leading up to your wedding, you frequently communicate with Kiyoomi, juggling to find time between your work and his practice. You handle some legal matters and move many of your belongings from your apartment to his, leaving only the essentials for the remaining days. This often brings you to his apartment, where you arrange your things with him, assisted by people from the furniture moving and rearrangement services you hired. Some furniture is no longer needed, so you sell those pieces.

Two days before the wedding, you arrive home after work and are suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. You've already finished some of your project-based side jobs, giving you more spare time than usual. Your apartment, now mostly empty, feels strange, as most of your belongings have already been moved to Kiyoomi’s place.

Your phone vibrates, and you see new texts from Kiyoomi. He sends a picture of a painting you made on a medium-sized canvas that used to hang in your living room. Initially, you wanted to leave it behind, thinking you had already brought too much. But when Kiyoomi visited your apartment, he asked about the painting and suggested it would look great in "our" living room, meaning his apartment where you will soon move in. The picture he sent shows the painting now hanging in the living room. His next text asks, ‘Is this too far to the right?’ You examine the photo and find the painting perfectly centered, so you respond, ‘no! it’s perfect.’

You then realize that you feel a swirl of excitement and nervousness, as the reality of starting a new chapter in your life and leaving behind the familiar truly sinks in.

For this wedding, there were no pre-wedding events like engagement parties or bridal showers. As agreed upon, the entire event was to be simple. There was no honeymoon planned either. When some of your cousins inquired, you explained that you both wanted to wait for a better season and were eager to enjoy your newlywed life in your own home.

The sound of your alarm wakes you up, and you look around the unfamiliar bed, momentarily confused. Then it hits you—you’re not in your apartment but in the hotel of your wedding venue. The bridesmaids, groomsmen, parents, and some family members are also staying here. And, of course, Kiyoomi, too. Shaking off the sleepiness, you decide to take a shower and call room service for breakfast.

Checking your phone, you see a few messages from family and friends who have arrived in town, expressing their excitement to see you later. You smile, responding to each message with heartfelt gratitude.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your hotel room door. Expecting it to be your bridesmaids or parents, you open it and are surprised to see Kiyoomi’s mother standing there. She looks at you and smiles warmly. Bowing slightly, you welcome her into your room, mentioning that you’ve just finished breakfast and inviting her to sit beside you.

Unexpectedly, she wraps you in a warm and comforting hug. Taken aback for a moment, you quickly return the hug. Then she looks at you, caresses your hair, and holds your hand. Her gaze is soft and carries warmth.

“I want to tell you how grateful I am to have you joining our family,” she says, her voice filled with genuine emotion. You look at her, your mind blank, unable to find the words to respond. She continues, “You remember you used to come to our house, right?”

You nod, the memories flooding back. You recall the nostalgia of your high school days, when you often visited Kiyoomi’s house with Komori. Kiyoomi’s mom was always more outgoing than Kiyoomi and his father, often inviting you over for dinner. You usually brought your homework along, finishing it with Kiyoomi at their kitchen table.

“I’ve admired you since then,” she says. “I know we haven’t seen each other much since you both graduated high school, but I’ve always known you will leave a lasting impact on Omi's life. I often asked him about you, you know?” She laughs, a light, joyful sound.

You smile at her words, touched by her sincerity. “I’m happy that you’ve always stayed in touch with each other. And I was overjoyed when I heard the news. I’m just... I’m glad it’s you. You complement each other so beautifully, and I couldn't be happier to see my son marry such an incredible person.”

She pauses, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Know that you have my unwavering support, love, and respect. I look forward to many happy moments together as a family.”

Tears well up in your eyes at her genuine words. “Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot to me,” you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion.

You hug her, feeling the warmth and acceptance in her embrace. She holds you tightly, then pulls back slightly to look at you. “Please call me Mom, okay?”

You nod, a tearful smile on your face.

After she leaves your room, you're left with your thoughts. You feel a wave of gratitude for Kiyoomi’s supportive mother, but a tinge of guilt also lingers. You and Kiyoomi had to fabricate your love story, making it seems like you are deeply in love. It feels wrong that she believes you and Kiyoomi are head over heels for each other. However, you genuinely care, adore and respect him as a friend. You promise yourself that you’ll hold onto these feelings throughout your marriage.

As the afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the bustling city, you stand by the window, taking in the view of the skyline. Nana, Yuuki, and Aya bustle around your hotel room, helping with the final touches on your wedding gown. You opted to do your makeup yourself, choosing a natural and fresh look, and now, as you gaze into the mirror, you feel satisfied with the result. Aya hands you your bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus. Your wedding photographer snaps a few photos of you and your bridesmaids before it's time to head downstairs.

You hear the sound of laughter and chatter from the poolside area of the hotel, where everyone’s waiting. Stepping outside, you take in the beautiful wedding venue. At one end of the pool, a stunning gazebo draped in sheer white fabric and entwined with ivy and blooming flowers serves as the altar. The aisle leading to the gazebo is lined with lanterns and rose petals.

You stand at the edge of the aisle and take a deep breath. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the pool, and you see the familiar faces of your family and friends turned toward you. Your father takes your arm, gives it a reassuring squeeze, and smiles at you.

As you approach the altar, your eyes lock with Kiyoomi’s. He looks unbelievably handsome in his tuxedo, the black fabric fitting perfectly on his broad shoulders and slender frame. You've never felt quite like this seeing him before. His black wavy hair is neatly styled, but a few rebellious curls frame his face, adding to his effortlessly charming look.

His eyes scan you and he gives a genuine smile he rarely shows to anyone. When you finally reach him, he gently takes your hand. Then, the officiant begins the ceremony.

After a few words, the officiant says “Please face each other and join hands,”. “Do you, Sakusa Kiyoomi, take ___ to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You look up at Kiyoomi, feeling a flutter of nerves under his intense gaze. “I do,” he says firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Do you, ___ , take Sakusa Kiyoomi to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You take a deep breath, remembering your meeting with Kiyoomi’s mother and the thoughts that followed. “I do,” you reply, smiling at Kiyoomi.

As the officiant pronounces you both husband and wife, your hands tremble slightly. You think Kiyoomi notices because he squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, melting away your nerves. “You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces. Kiyoomi cups your face, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through you. As you look up, you see his gaze soften and his lips curve into a tender smile.

When he leans in, you realize this will be your very first kiss with him, and it will happen as husband and wife! You try to calm yourself and place your hands on his chest. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of his lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft and tender.

As you part, his forehead rests gently against yours, and your breaths mingle. You open your eyes to find him looking at you with adoration you’ve never seen before, taking your breath away all over again and stirring emotions you can't quite describe. You notice his hand still lingering on your face before the crowd around you erupts into applause and cheers. He smiles at you, making you smile at him too.

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kittyball23 · 9 months ago

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Do you imagined the wedding dress for poppy?,and imagine the branch's king crown

Yes! I actually imagined this in one of my Broppy chapters:

Poppy had been singing to herself all morning, her mind in bliss, and her body buzzing with joy. Not too long ago, she’d been a mere bridesmaid - but now, she was the bride herself!

And as a bride, there was plenty to do to get herself prepared to look her most magnificent. Luckily, Poppy was in good hands. She had lots of great help in the form of her friends. Satin and Chenille, of course, had been the ones to create her dress as they had for every wedding that occurred in Pop Village. Poppy didn’t know how they managed to do it - each dress was always so unique, it impressed her! The Pop Queen’s variation consisted of a beautiful creamy color, laced and frilled at just the right places, with an elegant silky train that ran far behind her.

In putting it on, she found that it suited her perfectly, and Poppy had to stop herself from jumping around in happiness so that she wouldn't wrinkle it up. In the present moment, the fashionista twins were helping her apply a few light touches of glittery makeup on her face. Smidge and Legsly were grabbing the jewelry, and at Poppy's hair was her sister Viva, poufing it up and adding colorful extensions.

I think Branch's crown would probably look something like a combination of what he wore in the Gem Day episode, and Peppy's old crown

#trolls #broppy #poppy trolls #branch trolls #satin and chenille #viva trolls #king peppy #dreamworks #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers

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kat-thepoet · 3 months ago

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 23: A new beginning

A/N: last one 😭😭 Hope you guys enjoy 🩷

Previous chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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One year later.

I stood behind Vanessa, carefully pulling up the zipper of her wedding dress. The delicate fabric gleamed in the soft light of the room, accentuating every elegant curve. Vanessa glanced at herself in the mirror, her breath catching as she took in her reflection.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe this is real."

"Hey, no tears," I warned, a laugh escaping my lips as I quickly grabbed a tissue from the vanity.

"Your makeup will smudge, and then we'll have to start all over."

Vanessa let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. "You're right. I can't ruin all your hard work."

As I dabbed at the corners of her eyes, her mom walked into the room. She paused, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of her daughter in her wedding dress.

"Are we almost ready?" her mom asked, her voice filled with awe.

Vanessa turned to face her mom, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready."

Her mom's eyes welled up with tears as she approached Vanessa. "You look beautiful, honey," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Vanessa's mom moved in for a hug, but I quickly stepped in, holding up my hands with a grin. "Whoa, hold on! No smudging my masterpiece."

The three of us burst into laughter, the tension of the moment easing as Vanessa's mom stepped back, her eyes still filled with love and pride.

Her mom smiled and kissed Vanessa on the cheek before leaving the room. "I'll go check on the guests," she said, her voice warm. "They're all eagerly waiting for the bride."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Laura and Raven walked in, their eyes widening as they took in Vanessa's appearance.

"What do you guys think?" I asked, turning to them with a grin.

Laura's eyes sparkled as she looked Vanessa up and down. "You look so beautiful, Vanessa," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Raven, holding a glass of champagne, shook her head in mock disbelief. "I'm so jealous of you right now," she said with a playful smirk before taking a long sip of her drink.

Vanessa blushed at their compliments, her hands nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. "Thank you, guys. It means so much to have you all here with me."

We all stood together for a moment, just taking in the significance of the day. Vanessa had chosen us to be her bridesmaids, and I was honored to be her maid of honor. Our sage green dresses complemented the rustic elegance of the venue perfectly, and everything felt like it was falling into place.

The excitement in the room was palpable as we gathered around Vanessa, making sure everything was perfect before the ceremony. This moment was the culmination of a year filled with growth, healing, and love, not just for Vanessa and Wade but for all of us.

Finally, the time had come. Vanessa took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she steadied herself. "Okay," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "Let's do this."

We all exchanged looks, smiles breaking out on our faces. we all grabbed our small flower bouquets and Laura opened the door, and we began to make our way down to where everyone was waiting for the bride. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my friend, knowing she was about to start a new chapter in her life.

The barn had been transformed into a dreamlike venue, with twinkling lights hanging from the beams and flowers adorning every surface. As we walked toward the front, where Wade stood waiting with a mixture of nerves and excitement in his eyes, I caught Logan's gaze from the side.

As I looked at him, a thought crept into my mind, one that I hadn't fully allowed myself to entertain until now. I imagined myself in Vanessa's shoes, walking down the aisle toward the man of my dreams. The image was vivid, almost tangible-the soft rustle of a wedding gown, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet anticipation of the room, and Logan standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me with that same steady, loving gaze.

For a moment, I was lost in that vision, my heart swelling with the possibility of a future I hadn't dared to dream about. The idea of being the one to take that walk, to make that lifelong commitment, sent a thrill through me that I couldn't ignore.

When I snapped back to the present, Logan was still looking at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. There was a promise in his gaze, one that spoke of a future that wasn't just a dream but a very real possibility.

I smiled softly to myself, feeling a sense of peace and excitement wash over me. Today was Vanessa and Wade's day, but I couldn't help but feel that it was also a day of new beginnings for me, too. as I reached at the end of the isle, I moved to the side to let raven and Laura walked next to me. from where I was standing, I could hear wades heartbeat. I looked at him and calmed his nerves, trying to not let it distract him from the best day of his life. he senses what I was doing and he mouths, thank you and I give him a small smile. i looked next to wade and looked at Logan once more giving him a small smile.

Wade had chosen Logan to be his best man, a decision that had initially annoyed Logan, though I knew deep down he didn't mind. In fact, over the past year, Logan had become one of Wade's closest friends. Their banter, though often sarcastic and sharp, had turned into a deep, unspoken bond. Logan might grumble about Wade's antics, but I could see the fondness in his eyes, the way he always had Wade's back when it truly mattered.

Beside Logan stood Hank, who, despite their vastly different personalities, had also grown close to Wade. It was surprising to see how well they complemented each other-Hank's intellectual curiosity and Wade's chaotic energy somehow balancing out in a way that just worked. Their friendship was unexpected but genuine, a testament to the way our little family had evolved over time.

And at the end of the line, Peter stood as the ring bearer, his usual mischievous grin replaced by a look of serious concentration as he held the rings. Peter and Laura had been dating for a few months now, and seeing Laura happy again, a lightness in her eyes that had been missing for so long, filled me with a sense of peace. Having her back in my life, and seeing her thrive, was priceless.

The music changed, and I turned my attention to where Vanessa was standing at the end of the aisle. The soft notes of the piano captured the moment perfectly as she took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Wade's. Her gaze was filled with love and kindness, a look that spoke volumes. Wade, in turn, was trying hard not to cry, but I saw the tears slowly escaping down his cheeks.

I glanced around the audience, taking in the faces of everyone we knew. Our friends were all here-Scott, Storm, and Charles, who was seated next to Erik, now his partner. Ellie was there too, along with their girlfriend Yukio, and Colossus, Althea, Dopinder, and other friends and mutants who had become a part of our extended family. The room was filled with warmth and affection, the love that had brought us all together evident in every smile and tear.

As watch Vanessa slowly walk, my head reminded me of how we got to this point. A few months ago, my memories started to come back little by little. One day, while I was asleep, I found myself in a dream, standing in a vast, ethereal field bathed in a soft, purple glow. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and I felt a familiar presence nearby.

The other me, the powerful and darker version of myself I had encountered before, appeared before me. Her eyes, usually filled with intensity and a sense of foreboding, were now calm, almost serene.

"You've changed the path of your life," she said, her voice echoing softly in the dreamscape. "That day on the battlefield, when you chose to stand with the X-Men, you altered more than just your own fate."

I stared at her, trying to understand the full weight of her words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.

"Giving peace to Erik, freeing him from the burden of his pain, set off a chain reaction," she explained. "The darkness that once threatened to consume you, to consume all of us, has been diminished. You've proven that the future isn't set in stone, that it can be changed with the right choices."

I felt a wave of relief and hope wash over me, but there was still a lingering doubt in my mind. "But what about you?" I asked. "Are you still a part of me?"

She smiled, a gentle and knowing expression. "I will always be a part of you, but I am no longer the force that drives you. You've taken control of your own destiny, and in doing so, you've given both of us a chance to live in peace."

The dream began to fade, and I felt myself being pulled back to the waking world. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that the weight that had been pressing on me for so long was finally lifting. The memories, the pain, the fear-they were all still there, but they no longer had the same hold over me.

I had chosen a different path, one filled with love, family, and hope. And in doing so, I had changed not just my own future, but the future of those around me.

The ceremony went by quickly, a beautiful blur of vows, exchanged rings, and tearful smiles. Before we knew it, it was time for the party to begin. The barn had been transformed into a lively party venue, with tables set up for dining and a spacious dance floor waiting to be filled. Twinkling lights continued to cast a warm glow, and the energy in the room was infectious as everyone prepared to let loose and enjoy the evening.

As the guests moved from the ceremony to the reception area, I could hear the buzz of excited conversations and the clinking of glasses. The air was filled with the scent of delicious food, and a live band had started playing soft, upbeat tunes to set the mood.

Vanessa and Wade entered the reception to a round of applause and cheers, their smiles brighter than ever. They shared a quick, joyful kiss before heading straight to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. The room fell into a hush as they swayed together, completely lost in each other. It was a moment of pure love and happiness, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional watching them.

Logan was by my side, his arm wrapped around my waist as we watched the newlyweds. "They look so happy," I whispered, leaning into him.

He nodded, his eyes soft as he watched the couple on the dance floor. "They deserve it," he said quietly. "After everything they've been through, it's good to see them like this."

As Vanessa and Wade's dance came to an end, the guests erupted in applause, and the atmosphere shifted from tender to lively. The band picked up the pace, playing a more upbeat tune that beckoned everyone to join in on the dance floor.

"Come on," Logan said, pulling me toward the dance floor with a rare, playful grin. "Let's show them how it's done."

I laughed, letting him lead me into the crowd. The music was infectious, and soon we were surrounded by friends, all of us dancing and laughing as the night truly began. Laura and Peter were dancing nearby, their moves more playful and energetic than romantic, but it was clear they were having a blast. Wade was in his element, pulling off ridiculous dance moves that had Vanessa laughing so hard she had to hold onto him for support.

We danced until my feet started to hurt. I yelled through the loud music. "I need a break!"

Logan nodded, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned in close to my ear. "I was wondering how long you'd last."

I playfully swatted at his arm, laughing as I caught my breath. "Hey, I lasted longer than you thought!"

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist as we made our way off the dance floor. "You did, Bub. You definitely did."

We found a small table off to the side, away from the main crowd but still close enough to feel the energy of the party. I slipped off my heels, sighing in relief as I wiggled my toes. "Ah, much better."

Logan leaned back in his chair, his gaze soft as he watched me. "You look like you're having the time of your life."

"I am," I admitted, looking around at our friends, all of whom were immersed in the celebration. "It's been such a long time since we've all been able to just... enjoy ourselves, you know? No missions, no threats hanging over our heads. Just us, living in the moment."

Logan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it feels good. Really good."

I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine. "I'm glad we're here together. After everything we've been through... it's nice to just be us."

Logan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

I looked at him, my heart pounding as I contemplated the secret I had been holding on to for a week. The weight of it felt even heavier now, knowing that I couldn't keep it from him much longer.

One week ago...

Laura and I had gone to the mall to buy Vanessa a wedding present. We were laughing, talking about what kind of gift would make Wade burst into tears, when suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. I clutched my stomach as we passed by a pizza place, the smell of the food turning my stomach. Without a word, I bolted to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time before I puked.

Laura was right behind me, her face pale with worry. "Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I rinsed my mouth out and splashed some water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. "Yeah... I think so," I said, though I didn't sound convincing, even to myself. "I probably ate something bad."

Laura looked at me skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied my face. "Maybe we should go home. You don't look so great."

I nodded, grateful for her suggestion. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

But as the day went on, the nausea didn't go away. In fact, it seemed to get worse. Everything smelled terrible, even things that I usually loved. My powers felt erratic, like they were being affected by whatever was going on with my body. I was exhausted, and nothing seemed to help.

Then, something clicked in my mind, a realization that hit me like a ton of bricks.

Could it be...?

I quickly walked into my bathroom, my mind racing as I searched through the drawers for the pregnancy test Vanessa had left behind a few months ago. My hands trembled as I found it, quickly opening the box and following the instructions. The minutes felt like hours as I waited for the result, the tiny window on the test holding the answer to a question I hadn't even known I was asking.

As the minutes dragged on, I couldn't sit still. I paced back and forth in the living room, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of possibilities and fears. Every few seconds, I glanced at the test sitting on the counter, willing time to move faster.

Just then, Laura walked out of her room, looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern. "Violet, what's going on? You're making me dizzy just watching you."

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. "I... I think I might be pregnant," I finally admitted, the words feeling surreal as they left my mouth.

Laura's eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

I nodded, my gaze flicking back to the test on the counter. "I just took a test. I'm waiting for the result."

Laura walked over, her footsteps hesitant as she joined me in front of the bathroom counter. We both stared at the little window on the test, the silence between us thick with anticipation.

"How long does it take?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just a few more seconds," I replied, my voice trembling with nerves.

Finally, the result began to appear. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as the faint lines slowly came into view. Two lines. Positive.

"Oh my god," Laura whispered, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the test. "Violet, you're..."

"Pregnant," I finished, my voice shaking with a mix of shock, fear, and a strange sense of excitement. "I'm pregnant."

The reality of it hit me like a tidal wave, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I was going to have a baby. Logan's baby.

Laura wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Violet, this is amazing! Are you okay? How do you feel?"

I hugged her back, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I'm scared, but... I'm also kind of happy? I didn't expect this, but now that it's real... I think I'm happy."

Laura pulled back, a huge smile on her face. "Logan's going to be over the moon when you tell him."

I nodded, my thoughts drifting to Logan and how he would react to the news. I knew I needed to tell him, but didn't know when or how. But first, I had to come to terms with it myself.

"Yeah," I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I think he will be."

Present

I found myself lost in thought as Logan's thumb gently traced circles over my knuckles. The music, the laughter, the lights-they all seemed to blur into the background as I considered the secret I'd been holding onto for a week now.

Could this be the right moment to tell him?

I glanced at Logan, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart swell. He looked so content, so at peace. Part of me wanted to wait, to hold onto this moment just a little longer before changing everything. But another part of me knew that Logan deserved to know-deserved to share in the joy and the uncertainty that had been swirling inside me ever since I took that test.

I took a deep breath, the sound of the party fading even further as I gathered the courage to speak. "Logan," I began, my voice soft but steady, "there's something I need to tell you."

His eyes locked onto mine, the seriousness in my tone catching his attention immediately. "What is it, Bub?"

I hesitated for only a moment longer, then decided to just say it. "I'm pregnant."

For a heartbeat, everything seemed to stop. The world around us, the music, the laughter-it all disappeared as Logan's eyes widened in surprise. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly, his expression shifting from shock to something I couldn't quite place.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, almost as if he needed to hear the word again to believe it.

I nodded, a small, nervous smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

For a moment, his face went blank, and my heart dropped. Panic surged through me. Maybe telling him wasn't the right choice. Maybe I should've waited longer, given him more time. Did he even want to be a father?

I began to backpedal, the words tumbling out of me in a rush. "We don't have to keep it, Logan. I mean, there are a lot of options, and if you're not ready, we can-"

But before I could finish, Logan moved. In an instant, he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me close in a hug so tight it almost took my breath away. The panic that had been rising in me dissipated as I felt the strength of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against mine.

"Violet," he murmured into my hair, his voice thick with emotion, "I want this. I want us. I want our family."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I clung to him, relief flooding through me. The fear, the uncertainty-it all melted away in the warmth of his words, leaving only love and the promise of what was to come.

"I'm so glad," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Logan. I didn't know how you'd feel."

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his hands still holding me close. "I'm not going anywhere, Violet. We're in this together, every step of the way."

I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude and love wash over me. "Together," I echoed, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them side by side.

Logan leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, then to my lips, his touch tender and reassuring. "We're going to be okay, V," he whispered against my lips. "All four of us."

I smiled through my tears, the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders. "All four of us," I repeated, the words filling me with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time.

7 months later

As I struggled to slip into my yellow dress, the fabric stretching over my swollen belly, I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy. Today was my baby shower, a day I had been looking forward to for months. Vanessa had taken the reins on planning everything, and though Logan and I had decided to keep the baby's gender a surprise, Vanessa knew and was bursting with excitement. The anticipation made me both nervous and eager to finally learn the secret she had been holding onto.

We had decided to host the baby shower at the mansion. It was the perfect place-spacious, familiar, and home to so many of the people we loved. Plus, it was a lot more practical than trying to cram everyone into our apartment, especially with my ever-growing belly making it harder to move around.

My pregnancy had been mostly smooth. The baby felt like it weighed a ton, making my back ache constantly, but other than that, everything had been fine. After the first month, the nausea had faded, giving way to the strangest cravings. I couldn't get enough of anything covered in chocolate or spicy chips, which I had to sneak because Logan was adamant about me eating healthier. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about the stash of spicy chips and Nutella I had hidden away for moments just like this.

After finally managing to get dressed, I grabbed my trusty jar of Nutella and a spoon, ready for a little pre-party snack. Waddling down the stairs, I was savoring a mouthful of chocolatey goodness when I ran into Hank and Peter, who were on their way up.

"Wow there," Hank said with a concerned look, immediately reaching out to steady me. "Let us help you down the stairs."

I tried to protest, rolling my eyes. "Guys, I'm not a baby. I can walk perfectly fine."

Peter, always quick with a joke, grinned. "Yeah, but with that belly, you walk like one. Better safe than sorry!"

I huffed, half-amused and half-annoyed, but I let them guide me down the rest of the stairs. It was hard to stay irritated when they were just trying to help. Besides, I knew how much they all cared, and that made it easier to accept their overprotectiveness.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. Today was going to be a big day, filled with surprises, laughter, and probably a few tears. And despite the discomfort of carrying what felt like a small planet in my belly, I couldn't wait to share this moment with everyone.

As I walked into the living room, I was greeted by a sea of blue and pink. The entire room was filled with decorations-balloons in every shade of blue and pink hung from the ceiling, streamers draped across the walls, and tables were covered with treats and food that matched the theme. The atmosphere was festive, buzzing with excitement, and it was clear that Vanessa had gone all out.

Everyone was dressed in either blue or pink, their outfits proudly displaying their guesses for the baby's gender. It was heartwarming to see so many people gathered here, all of them eager to celebrate this special moment with us. Familiar faces beamed at me from across the room-Scott, Storm, Charles, Laura, Wade, and even Erik, who gave me a warm smile from where he stood near the snack table, a plate of food already in hand.

Vanessa spotted me and hurried over, her face lighting up as she took in my expression. "What do you think?" she asked, a hint of pride in her voice.

"It's amazing," was all I could say, my voice filled with gratitude and emotion.

As everyone noticed me standing there, the excitement in the room seemed to double. Friends and family started to gather around, each person wanting to share in the joy of the moment. They greeted me with warm smiles, kind words, and, of course, gentle rubs on my belly.

"You're glowing, Violet," Storm said, her eyes filled with warmth as she placed a hand on my stomach.

Raven, standing beside her, grinned and added, "I can't wait to meet this little one! You're going to be such an amazing mom."

As I looked around, taking in the love and support from everyone, I suddenly realized someone was missing. I glanced over at Vanessa. "Where's Logan?" I asked.

"Oh, he's with Wade, getting the cake," she replied with a reassuring smile. "They should be here any minute."

" You better have picked chocolate cake" I told Vanessa as I was getting annoyed by the handsy mutants in front of me.

Vanessa chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. "Of course, I made sure it was chocolate. I know better than to mess with your cravings!" She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

As I gently nudged away hands that were overly eager to rub my belly, I added, "they better not mess the cake up."

Vanessa grinned. "Yeah, thats why I sent Logan with him just in case."

I laughed, walking over the dessert table, my mouth watering at the options.

Just then, the front door opened, and Logan walked in, carrying a large, beautifully decorated cake with Wade trailing behind him, holding another box, likely filled with additional treats. Logan's eyes immediately found mine, and a smile spread across his face.

"Did someone say chocolate cake?" Wade announced as he set the box down on the table, dramatically lifting the lid to reveal an assortment of desserts. "Because I brought enough to feed an army."

I shook my head, amused. "You didn't have to bring the whole bakery, Wade."

Wade shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, I'm just making sure you and the little one are well-fed. Plus, who can say no to cake?"

Logan came over to me, setting the cake down gently on the table before wrapping an arm around my waist. "Everything good, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing my side.

"Perfect," I replied, leaning into him. "But I'm going to need that cake soon."

Vanessa clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention with a wide smile. "Okay, everyone, let's get started with the baby shower games!" she announced, her excitement infectious.

The guests cheered, gathering around as Vanessa began explaining the first game. "We're going to start with the classic 'Guess the Baby Food' game," she said, holding up a tray of small jars with mysterious labels covering the original names. "You'll each get a spoonful of baby food, and you have to guess what flavor it is. No cheating!"

Groans and laughter erupted from the group as Wade dramatically pretended to gag. "Baby food? Really, Vanessa? You know my delicate palate can't handle that!"

"Come on, Wade, just do it." Vanessa teased back, handing out small spoons to everyone.

Logan looked at me with a playful smirk. "I'll bet you I can guess more flavors than you."

I raised an eyebrow, my competitive spirit kicking in. "You're on, Logan. Loser has to change all the diapers for a week."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my temple. "Deal."

Vanessa went around, giving each person a taste of the mystery baby food. The room was filled with laughter and exaggerated reactions as people tried to guess the strange and often unappetizing flavors. Logan grimaced as he tasted something particularly unpleasant, while Wade loudly complained about the "green sludge" he was sure was supposed to be peas.

After a few rounds of guessing and lots of laughter, Vanessa revealed the answers. "And the winner is... drumroll, please..."

Everyone tapped their hands on their legs, creating a drumroll sound.

"Violet!" Vanessa announced, holding up a small prize wrapped in pastel-colored paper. "You guessed the most flavors correctly!"

I grinned, accepting the prize with a mock bow. "Looks like you're on diaper duty, Logan."

He shook his head, laughing. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

The games continued, with everyone fully immersed in the fun. We played "Baby Charades," where guests had to act out different baby-related scenarios, and "Pin the Pacifier on the Baby," which resulted in a lot of playful shoving and misplaced pacifiers.

As the afternoon wore on, the room was filled with the sound of laughter, teasing, and the warmth of friends and family celebrating together. Logan and I shared more than a few knowing looks, both of us grateful for the love and support that surrounded us.

It was finally time to cut the cake and reveal the gender of our baby. Vanessa, who had been waiting for this moment with barely contained excitement, brought the cake to the center of the room. The cake was beautifully decorated with delicate swirls of frosting, adorned with tiny baby-themed decorations, but it was the inside that held the real surprise.

Everyone gathered around, their excitement palpable. Logan stood beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, as we both took hold of the knife. The room fell silent, the anticipation thick in the air.

"Ready?" Logan whispered, his voice filled with both excitement and nerves.I nodded, smiling up at him. "Ready."

Together, we slowly pushed the knife into the cake, cutting through the layers with ease. The moment the knife made contact with the center, the room seemed to hold its breath. Logan and I carefully pulled out the first slice, revealing the color inside.

A collective gasp filled the room as everyone saw the vibrant pink cake. "It's a girl!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with joy.

Cheers erupted around us, making me feel the love and happiness radiating from them. Logan's smile was so wide it lit up the entire room, and he pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground as he spun me around.

"We're having a little girl," Logan said, his voice thick with emotion as he set me back down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around the room, taking in the faces of our friends and family who were all celebrating with us. It was a moment of pure happiness, one that I knew I would treasure forever.

Wade, who had been holding back tears himself, stepped forward and threw his arms around both of us. "A mini Violet! The world isn't ready!" he exclaimed, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

As we all dug into the cake, the room filled with chatter and excitement about the baby's future. Vanessa and Laura were already planning out the nursery, discussing color schemes and baby names with a level of enthusiasm that made me laugh.

Logan kept me close, his hand never leaving mine as we mingled with our guests. Every now and then, he'd lean in to whisper something sweet in my ear or place a protective hand on my growing belly. It was clear that he was just as overjoyed as I was, already embracing his role as a father with the same fierce dedication he showed in everything he did.

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This baby was already so loved, and I knew that with Logan by my side, we were ready to face whatever the future held. Surrounded by the people who meant the most to us, I felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that our little family was about to grow in the most wonderful way.

One month later

I woke up to an intense pain in my stomach, sharp and unrelenting. It was 1 a.m., and the apartment was eerily quiet. Logan wasn't here; he had gone on one last mission, promising to stay by my side for the final weeks of my pregnancy. I sat up, hoping the pain would ease, but it only grew more intense, radiating through my body in waves. Panic began to set in as I fumbled through the covers, trying to find my phone.

Another contraction hit, stronger this time, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. My hands shook as I finally located my phone, the screen glaringly bright in the darkness. I scrolled through my contacts, heart racing. Logan was out of reach, Laura was all the way at the mansion, and the pain was only getting worse.

Then it hit me-I wasn't alone. Vanessa and Wade were literally my neighbors. I quickly dialed Vanessa's number, praying she would pick up.

The phone rang once, twice, before I heard the groggy but concerned voice on the other end. "Violet? What's wrong?"

"Vanessa," I gasped, another contraction stealing my breath. "It's the baby. I think... I think she's coming. The pain-it's too much."

There was a moment of silence, then I heard the unmistakable rustling of sheets and the urgency in Vanessa's voice as she called out to Wade. "Wade! Get up! It's time!"

"Violet, hang tight. We're coming over right now," Vanessa assured me, her voice calm despite the situation. "Just breathe, okay? We'll be there in a second."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, trying to focus on my breathing as she had taught me during our many pregnancy chats. But the contractions were relentless, and fear gripped me as I realized how fast everything was happening. The baby was too early but the contractions were continuing in a rapid pace.

Within what felt like no time at all, I heard the front door burst open, and then Vanessa and Wade were in my bedroom, both looking wide awake and fully alert despite the early hour.

"Oh, honey," Vanessa breathed, rushing to my side. She placed a reassuring hand on my arm while Wade looked at me, eyes wide but determined.

"Alright, we're going to get you to the hospital," Wade said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "Everything's going to be fine. I'm practically a trained midwife. I've seen like a hundred birthing videos."

Vanessa shot him a look. "Not helping, Wade. Grab her bag and let's go."

Wade nodded, quickly moving to grab the hospital bag I had packed weeks ago, just in case. Vanessa helped me stand, supporting me as we slowly made our way to the door.

Another contraction hit just as we reached the hallway, and I doubled over, clutching Vanessa for support. She held me up, rubbing my back soothingly. "You're doing great, Violet. Just a little more, and we'll be at the hospital."

Wade was already out the door, running ahead to start the car that Charles gave to them as a wedding present. Vanessa stayed with me, guiding me through each step, each breath, as we made our way downstairs.

By the time we reached the car, the contractions were coming fast and hard, and I could barely think through the pain. Wade helped me into the backseat, where Vanessa climbed in beside me, holding my hand tightly.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Wade announced as he floored the gas, speeding toward the hospital. Vanessa kept her focus on me, her calm presence a lifeline in the chaos.

"Just keep breathing, Violet," she said softly. "We're almost there. You're so strong, you've got this."

I nodded, trying to focus on her words, on the fact that soon I would be meeting my baby girl. The thought filled me with a mix of fear and excitement, but I knew that as long as I had my friends by my side, I could face anything.

As we hurried toward the hospital entrance, each step felt like a battle. The pain was becoming unbearable, radiating through my entire body. I reached out instinctively, grabbing Wade's arm as another contraction hit me like a wave. My grip was tight, almost desperate, and I heard him let out a small wince, though he quickly tried to mask it with a reassuring smile.

"Easy there, Violet," he joked, though his voice was strained. "I need that arm to hold your baby later."

Despite the pain, I managed a weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. But the reality of what was happening was impossible to ignore. My breaths were coming out in short, frantic gasps, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the contractions came closer together, each one more intense than the last.

Vanessa, who was on my other side, squeezed my hand. "We're almost there, Violet. Just a few more steps. You're doing amazing."

I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out. The automatic doors of the hospital slid open, and the cool, sterile air hit me, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. A nurse spotted us immediately, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

"We need a wheelchair!" Vanessa called out, her voice firm but calm. Within moments, a wheelchair was brought over, and Wade helped me into it with surprising gentleness.

As I sat down, a sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped my lips. Wade crouched down in front of me, his expression more serious than I'd ever seen it.

"Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice steady. "You're going to be fine. We're all here with you, and you're going to bring that little girl into the world like a champ."

I nodded, clinging to his words as the nurse began to wheel me toward the maternity ward. they both stayed right by my side, never letting go of my hands. The ride down the hallway felt both too long and too short, the fluorescent lights overhead blurring together as I focused on just getting through each contraction.

Finally, we reached the delivery room. The medical staff quickly took over, guiding me onto the bed. Vanessa hovered nearby, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

As the doctor came in and introduced herself, I felt a sudden surge of panic. Logan wasn't here. He should be here, holding my hand, telling me everything would be okay. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying, and I could feel the tears starting to fall.

Wade was across the room, pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear. His usual joking demeanor was nowhere to be found; instead, he was dead serious, frantically trying to get in touch with Logan. Every time he hit a dead end, I could see the frustration building in his expression.

"Come on peanut, pick up!" he muttered, dialing yet another number. I watched as he paused, listening intently for a response. When none came, he cursed under his breath and tried the next number on his list.

"Wade, what's going on?" I managed to ask between contractions, my voice strained.

Wade looked over at me, his face a mixture of determination and worry. "I'm trying to get Logan here, but he's off the grid. I'm calling everyone-Scott, Storm, Peter-you name it. Someone's gotta be able to reach him."

Vanessa, who was still holding my hand, gave Wade a reassuring nod. "He'll get through, Violet. Wade won't stop until he does."

Wade gave a quick thumbs-up before turning his attention back to the phone. "Come on, Logan, pick up the damn phone," he muttered, hitting redial for what felt like the hundredth time.The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Wade's determination was unwavering; he was clearly willing to call every single X-Man on the planet if that's what it took to get Logan home.

Finally, I saw Wade's expression change. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped pacing. "Finally! Logan, listen up!" he nearly shouted into the phone. "Violet's in labor. You need to get your hairy butt back here right now!"

I couldn't hear Logan's response, but the tension in Wade's shoulders eased slightly as he listened. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. She's doing great, but you better hurry up before you miss the whole show."

Wade paused, nodding at whatever Logan was saying on the other end. "Good. Get here fast, man. We've got this covered, but you need to be here."

He hung up the phone and turned back to me, a wide grin on his face. "Logan's on his way. He's gonna make it, I hope."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I nodded, tears of gratitude filling my eyes. "Thank you, Wade. Thank you so much."

Logan was on his way, and with Wade and Vanessa by my side, I knew I could do this.

"Where the hell is Logan!!!???" I groaned, the pain making my voice sharp as I began to push. Wade and Vanessa were right next to me, each holding one of my hands, their faces etched with concern.

"I know, I know, but you've got this, Violet," Wade said, his usual sarcasm gone, replaced by genuine worry and determination. "Just keep breathing, okay? Logan's gonna walk in any second now, I promise."

Vanessa squeezed my hand gently, her eyes locked on mine, offering silent encouragement. "You're doing amazing, Violet. Just a little more."

The doctor at the foot of the bed, calm and composed, looked up at me. "Violet, you need to start pushing with the next contraction. You're doing great, but we need to keep going."

I nodded, trying to focus on the doctor's instructions, but the pain was overwhelming, and all I could think about was Logan. Where was he? I needed him here, now.

Another contraction hit me like a wave, and I gritted my teeth, gripping Wade and Vanessa's hands as I pushed with all my strength. The room was a blur of activity, nurses moving around me, the doctor's voice a steady guide through the chaos.

"Good, Violet, that's good," the doctor encouraged. "Keep pushing, you're almost there."I could barely process the words. All I could do was focus on the pain and the desperate need to see Logan walk through that door. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I pushed again, harder this time, feeling the intense pressure.

"Come on, Violet, you're doing it!" Vanessa cheered, her voice filled with pride and love.

"Logan's gonna kick himself if he misses this," Wade added, trying to keep the mood light, even as I squeezed his hand so hard he winced.

I took a deep breath, drawing on every ounce of strength I had left. I could feel the baby moving, the pressure increasing, and I knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Push, Violet, push!" the doctor urged, and I did, giving it everything I had.

The room seemed to fade away as I focused on pushing, the pain intensifying with each wave that coursed through my body. Wade and Vanessa's voices were distant, muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. All I could think about was getting through this, bringing my baby into the world, and hoping that Logan would somehow walk through that door before it was all over.

"Just one more big push, Violet!" the doctor called out, their voice the only thing anchoring me to the moment.

I took a deep breath, gathered every bit of strength I had left, and pushed with everything I had. The pain was overwhelming, but then, suddenly, it was followed by a sensation of release. I gasped, my body trembling as I collapsed back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

There was a brief moment of silence, a heartbeat where time seemed to stand still, and then the room was filled with the sound of a baby's first cry. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"You did it, Violet," Vanessa said, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

Wade let out a breath he had been holding, his grip on my hand loosening as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. "You're a freakin' superhero, Violet. You did it."

The doctor carefully lifted my baby, and I watched in awe as they gently placed the tiny, wriggling form on my chest. I felt a rush of overwhelming love and relief as I looked down at my child, tears spilling down my cheeks. My baby. Our baby.

"Congratulations, Violet," the doctor said softly. "It's a beautiful, healthy baby girl."I looked down at my daughter, her tiny face scrunched up as she cried, her little fists waving in the air. She was perfect in every way, and I couldn't believe she was finally here.

I kissed her soft forehead, my tears mixing with her own as I whispered, "Welcome to the world, little one. I'm your mama, and I'm going to love you forever."

The door to the room burst open suddenly, and there was Logan, his eyes wide with panic and relief, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon. "Violet! I'm so sorry-"

But I didn't need to hear anything else. The sight of him was enough to make my heart swell with love. "Logan," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at him, our daughter still cradled in my arms. "She's here."

Logan's eyes softened as he walked over, his gaze never leaving our baby. He reached out a tentative hand, gently brushing his fingers over her tiny head, his face a mixture of awe and pure love. "She's... she's perfect," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

He leaned down to kiss me, his lips lingering against mine as he whispered, "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, Violet. I tried to get back as fast as I could."

"You're here now," I replied, my voice thick with tears. "That's all that matters."

Logan sat down beside me on the bed, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as we both looked down at our daughter, who had finally stopped crying and was now gazing up at us with wide, curious eyes.

The nurse, who had been quietly observing, gave us a gentle smile. "What would be the name of your baby girl?" she asked softly.

I looked down at our little miracle, the name already forming in my heart, a name that felt right, that felt like it was meant for her.

"Scarlett," I said, my voice soft but certain. "Scarlett Howlett Williams."

A/N: And that's the end! Thank you to those who have supported me throughout this story. I hope you enjoyed the ending. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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