#hei-ran: you hold this family's honor in your hands now

[soupywprr]

Rangi got some hair back :D

but at what cost...

[opal-owl-flight]

I absolutely adore your agent lore SO MUCH it feels really canon to me, just in a darker and realistic way!!

I am kind of wondering what your thoughts are on octavio, especially in this verse- if you have any of course LMAO 👍 so fair if you don't he just lives in my braincells rent free.

"You. Were not so different, you and I."

"|Shut. Up. Dont compare yourself to me. I did everything for this fragile world. A world you yourself almost destroyed twice.|"

"Aah, so did I, young squid. So did I."

3 rounds on the imprisoned geezer. Some thanks he got, after saving the world. The Captain was almost as bad as their old superior.

He only crosses his arms tighter as they clacked their beak.

"|The destruction of my world does not justify yours' survival.|"

Theres a dry chuckle from within the glass globe.

"Which world has the zapfishes. Which world is close to the sky? Which world allows everyone to...act the way you do. That annoyingly fresh attitude that just rubs in our face how much better you have it."

3s looking more unsure now, their hands clasping tight on their arms whenever theyre not signing. Thats a surprise.

"Mm. Do you understand, agent?"

The hesitance disappears, and their eyes and spots glint threateningly. "|Im the Captain now, and I will prefer to be referred to as such.|"

The king rolls his eyes. Mocks a salute.

"Stuffy kid. Damn. Alright, Captain.

Let me illuminate it a little more clearly for you.

You train your agents to keep my people underground. Sometimes, to the point of breaking their spirit. Because you want to keep them safe -- from me, from my troops, from anything the rough seas can throw at em. Right?"

"|I dont do it like you do. Hypnosis? Mind control? Eight ran away because of that!|"

"Who told you I used that on my entire nation? Damn old fool, that Craig.

As for your "Agent Eight"...

that one...

...had her reasons.

I hold no ill will towards her, or the others, for running.

In fact, I dont blame them one bit."

3 squints.

"They wanted a life that I cannot provide.

Its hard, underground. Constant energy crisis. Constant food shortage. Constant resource depletion. Who would stay? Except those who want to make it a better world to live in?

And you, Captain. What would you do in my place?"

And they stay quiet...

Before their voice rasps through a low hiss.

"Act...in a way... you wont."

"Hoh! So you can speak! Impressive.

But you know youd do similar. Ive heard how much Agent 4 hates your guts. Its not as easy being a leader, isnt it."

3 hisses louder, balling their fists.

"I...am not...you."*

"Yes. You. Are." The king presses his tentacles on the glass. "I did all I did for my fragile world. I continue to run my nation the way I do so everyone stays safe from the danger YOU bring. You and the REST of your nation. My troops are family. My troops are all Ive got."

He casts a glance at 4 (pre-Captain my Captain), who was approaching for her training.

"Even if they end up hating me."*

3 catches 4s gaze.

"Even if they end up deserting."

4 turns her gaze away, to look directly at Octavio.

"Do you understand?"

Now its 3 who looks, understanding dawning in their eyes.

Hes right.

"I must do what I need to, even if it hurts me. Id risk my life, my honor, my everything, for my people.

If I dont, who else will?"

3 thinks of the times theyd swooped in to save the newly returned 4 from hazards in the newer missions. The verbal and physical abuse from her beak and fists. The way they had to give her easier missions despite saying that it was tougher, just so shed have a more gradual growth. Have higher chances of surviving. Even if...underhanded.

4 herself breaks the silence, and their train of thought.

"Talking to the damn geezer again, Captain?"

"|He spoke first.

...but he makes good points.|"

"You cant seriously- hey. HEY! CAPTAIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"

theres a loud crash.

"|I dont think it fair to keep him here after he helped us save the world.|"

"Hohohoh! You are not so bad, Captain."

"GRAMPS IS GOING TO KILL YOU."

"Hah! No he wont. I know your old man. And for once in his life, he actually made a good call.

Captain.

Agent Three."

The mention of their old number, to refer to them, almost made tears spring to their eyes.

Almost.

After all, this was the reason they were dragged into this mess. But can they really keep blaming him for all this, after all this time?

Octavio shows...a hint of a smile.

"You make a fine protege for the man I used to know.

Keep it up."

3 holds 4 back from rushing the Octarian leader. "Go...back. Take care...of your people."

"Aye aye. Heheh. So long, suckers!!!"

And he was gone.

[tyb1]

The Proposal

pairing: seth x reader

summary: Seth proposes to the reader.

warning: FLUFF OVERLOAD!!!!

w/c: 1k

A/N: I may make this into a three part series. THE PROPOSAL, THE WEDDING, THE HONEYMOON!

Masterlist

Everyone was invited to the wolfpack family gathering. It was being held in the woods, lights were plastered around the trees, and the dance floor was made of complete wood from the trees. Tables with pearly white clothes surrounded that oak dance floor, it was everything you could have imagined. 

“Hey (Y/N)? Can you help me hang this lantern?” Seth asked, it was only you and him here for the time being. You were both assigned decoration duty, it was pretty exciting. Seth did most of the work. It didn’t click in your mind that you would be in the woods decoring. You were too blinded by the fact that you were about to experience this grand event. 

You were wearing a simple white silk dress that stopped at your knees. Cute but fancy. You sat back and watched your boyfriend do all of the work. Being the gentleman he was he didn’t allow you to do anything but sit and watch. You didn’t mind,  nothing was more admirable than seeing his arms flex in his white button-down shirt. We’re not going to talk about how his quads look in the brown slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” You hummed softly. 

Seth held the lantern to the tree, “Hold this right here while I go get the hammer.”

You switched places with him, he then jumped down and ran to the table where the tools were. You continued to hum to yourself softly, occasionally looking up at the moons and the stars. It was so beautiful out here, You genuinely loved the fact that we were under the moon.

“You’ve always told me you never believed in fairy tales which is a complete lie”I looked back to see Seth propped down on one knee. My mouth dropped along with the floating lantern. Instantly I could feel tears brimming my eyes.  “This, right now, what we’re experiencing is living proof of a fairy tale. I keep telling people how I fell in love with you but in reality, I didn’t, I walked into love with you. Each step of the way you were there with me holding my hand, not once have you ever thought about leaving me. I wouldn’t be as strong as I am if I didn’t have your love to help me. I’d choose you in this lifetime, the life after this and even if I can’t find you I’ll make sure I do. I choose you and only you. You’re my world, you’re my life, you’re my fresh breath of air. You’re my everything, (Y/N) (L/N). So (Y/N) (L/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I wiped the excessive tears from my face, “Seth Clearwater, Yes! I would love to marry you.” 

Before he could stand I tackled him to the ground, I could hear the pure joy of laughter escaping from his lips. You both embraced one another as you cried into his chest.

“You have to get up so I can put a ring on it.” Seth laughed, he held out his hand helping you up to my feet. Smoothly the ring went on, it glistened in the night light. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Seth shoved his hands in his pocket, clearly, he was still nervous about proposing, “It looks better on your hand other than Jacobs.” You held my hand up in the sky in complete. You watched the tiny rainbows dance in the ring. It was more beautiful knowing that it came from the man of my dreams. 

“Wait, so is there a family gathering or not?”

“Oh yeah, You guys can come out!” Seth shouted, Huh, Seth wrapped his arms around me from behind. He grinned into my neck as you watched your friends and family emerge from the woods. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, you were pretty sure only the boys and Leach heard his speech but that didn’t matter. It was still beautiful.

“Our plan worked (Y/N)!” Sue walked up to you with her arms out, “You’re finally going to be my daughter!! Ehhhhh!” You both squealed as you embraced each other. Leah soon followed as she also embraced you as well. You all had a tiny family moment, Leah was expressing how proud she was of Seth and you couldn’t fight back my tears. She was watching her younger brother become a man, and you, his soon-to-be wife, knew it was emotional as well. 

Everyone continued to approach you, with nothing but pure joy on everyone's faces. Live music started to play swiftly in the background. Everyone began to chat with one another as the party started to gear up. You placed your hands on your fiance's chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, “I can say the same.” Seth pulled you in the direction of the lantern that you dropped. “I have one more surprise for you.” He dusted it off, “I know how much you would love for your grandmother to be here to experience this moment.” He handed you a lantern, on it was a picture of you and your grandmother, and on the other side was a picture of Seth and his dad. “It hurts knowing that they can’t be here tonight but they’ll always be here in spirit.” 

Seth pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle that was placed in the middle. You held the lantern dearly to your chest as memories of your grandmother flashed in the back of your head. “You’re an amazing man Seth, she’d love you.” You whispered, you never took your eyes from the lantern, the picture illuminated in the night sky. 

“Come on, let’s tell them about the great news.” Seth grabbed your hand, and he lifted it towards the sky higher and higher until the lantern floated in the air by itself. The both of you watched the lantern float into the night sky. He held you in his arms as you both watched the other lanterns join yours.

[storydays]

The Show Must Go On P1

(3rd POV)

*With Vox*

"Oh! Nifty, nice side swipe. Pentious like to see that effort." Charlie called happily. "Teamwork makes the dreamwork." replied the snake." "Train, train, train." Niffty said excitedly. The camera zoomed out to reveal the TV Overlord watching the hotel members training. 

"No fucking way! They're going to fight? Oh, my God." Vox cackled before mocking the princess on screen. "Oh, looks like your little hotel didn't work out so well. Oh Alastor, I cannot wait to watch you get FUCKED!" 

*Back at the hotel*

"Oh, I wish my mom was here to see this." Charlie sighed to Vaggie. "Well, the cannibals seem ready to fight, are we?" "Fear not damsels! I shall have the staff ready for victorious combat!" Pentious called, dressed as a war captain. 

"What in the hell are you supposed to be?" Vaggie asked. "General Pentious, reporting for duty. I'll turn those rapscallions into soldiers in no time at all." 

"Thank you, Pen." Charlie smiled as Vaggie face palmed. "What can I do to help?" Niffty asked, holding dead bugs in her hands. "I'm glad you asked, soldier. The base needs fortifications. Reinforce the southern wall. Create a moat around the perimeter to stop a ground assult." Pentious ordered loudly.

Niffty blinked at him blankly. 

"Here, Nif." (Y/N) chuckled, kneeling to Niffty's height and handing her an angelic knife. "If you see an angel, stab it." "Ooh.."The little cyclops giggled at the knife before spotting Angel who was talking to Cherri a few feet away. "Stab! Stab! Stab!" 

"Hey,hey,hey,hey!" Angel climbed high onto the pole next to him as Cherri ran off. "Not him!" (Y/N) cried, blocking Niffty, wings widespread to hide Angel from her view. 

Niffty glared slightly before giggling and running off. 

"She's gone, tesoro. You can come down now." (Y/N) watched in amusement as Angel tapped into his stripper past and got off the pole, back flipping into his arms. "Thanks, babe." Angel kissed (Y/N)'s cheek as he got down before they walked over to the rest of the group.

"Listen up, sinners! We got 24 hours before the extermination begins. Let's get to work." Vaggie said in her drill Sargent voice.

*Back with Vox*

"Oh, they suck. They're--they're gonna die." He laughed, watching as Vaggie teach where to strike the angels, Pentious building something, and (Y/N) using his magic to summon his own warriors and weapons. 

*At the hotel*

Charlie borrowed Alastor's staff, tapping it slightly so everyone could hear her. "Hello, I want to thank everyone for coming. Even people who aren't staying here yet...Cherri." Charlie smiled playfully at the pink haired cyclops. 

"Look, I can't resist a fight, okay? Especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead." Cherri grinned pulling Angel down to share matching grins.

"Tomorrow, the exorcist angels will face a Hell ready to defend itself and win. " Charlie fist pumped the air. 

"Yeah! Yeah, we will! Tell 'em, baby!" Vaggie cheered loudly for her girlfriend. 'Yes. And we are--we are going to win! But in case we don't,  I want you all to know...that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life. Whatever redemption really means,  I know you all tried." 

Charlie looked out onto the crowd, looking proudly at her family who sent her proud looks back. "I have seen the good in all of you. And it's, I just...I love you all so much and--and live tonight however you want because--" "We're all going to die! Hahahaha!" Niffy announced loudly. 

Everyone stared at her, feeling very awkward.

"All right! Let's give it up for not dying! Love not dying!" Vaggie cheered, before realizing the mood was killed. "Drinks?" 

*Inside the hotel*

"I mean, personally, I'm excited. It's been a long time since I stabbed anyone and meant it, know what I mean?" Vaggie said to Charlie who looked mildly concerned. 

"Cheers, bitches!" Cherri exclaimed, clinking her glass against Angel, Husk and (Y/N)'s, who all grinned back. "Here's to us!" Angel smiled. "Here's to being alive today and not dying tomorrow." Sir Pentious said loudly, everyone cheering him on. 

On the balcony, Alastor watched them with a fond smile. "Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh Niffty?" 

Niffty was sitting on the railing next to him. "I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!" 

"Ahh, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed."

Niffty placed a roach crown on Alastor's head. "I dub thee King Roach." 

"Oh, to understand your twisted little mind."  The two began to laugh manically.

*With Angel, (Y/N) and Husk*

"Last day of afterlife, and you're not off snorting a line off some hunk's abs?" Husk asked the spider. 

"Ehh, you fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked 'em all. 'Sides, I got my hunk right here." Angel shrugged before hanging two of his arms around (Y/N) who smiled back. "I guess you have changed." Husk smiled. 

"Hey, Charlie said live tonight however we wanted, so pour me a fresh one, and let's get to living!" Angel exclaimed, holding out his glass. Husk smirked before moving to make the two another drink.

Angel smiled down at (Y/N) who cuddled closer, wrapping his arms around 

*With Sir Pentious*

"Miss Bomb? Cherri?" He asked, taking his hat off. Vaggie pat his shoulder in silent support. 

"Yeah?"

"I want to tell you....that I...love..I'd love to wish you good luck in the battle ahead." He held his hand out for Cherri to shake, which she did, eyeing him weirdly. 

"Okay?"

"You are....Have always been a worthy opponent. With the most brillant explosive contraptions I've ever seen." Pentious blushed. 

"Uh....thanks?" Cherri smiled, sharing a soft moment with him. 

"Please don't die tomorrow. Okay! Bye!" The flustered snake talked loudly before disappearing. 

(Y/N) and Angel appeared on either of Cherri's side. 

(Y/N) with a strawberry Daiquiri in his left right hand, Angel holding two shots in his right hands,  offering one out to Cherri. 

"Ya know, you could totally tap that." Angel smirked, clinking his glass against Cherri's.

"Tss, don't be gross." Cherri rolled her eye. 

"Cuz, you know, I hear he's got two dicks." (Y/N) muttered, tail lazily waving behind him. "Huh!" Cherri hummed, eye narrowed in thought. 

*With Charlie*

Charlie stood in front of her brother and Angel's door, looking at the photos and the LED lights the spider had strung up. There were photos of the Angel and (Y/N) doing a heart with their hands into the camera, a selfie of Charlie and Angel, a selfie of Husk and Angel in tuxedis with the caption, 'Tux Boys', and a picture of Fat Nuggets and Rocco.

Sobs escaped her throat as she started to feel her feelings. "Charlie?" Vaggie called softly. 

"Um, I'm sorry. I'm just so scared." Charlie wiped her tears and hugged herself closer. "What if we lose?" 

*With (Y/N)*

(Y/N) hummed softly as he laid in Angel's lap, three of Angel's hands playing with his hair, as his one free hand scrolled through a bridal website. "How about this one?"

"Uh-uh. Too poofy, next."

"Neck ruffles? What is this? The 16th century? Burn it like the witches who wore it!" (Y/N) rolled his eyes, making Angel giggle. (Y/N) stared up at the spider, smiling to himself. Angel noticed him staring and put his phone down, nuzzling the prince. 

"What are you thinking about?" (Y/N) waved his hand, and suddenly they were on the roof, and sitting under a (f/c) light show with a romantic picnic. "I figured we could end the night with a romantic surprise."

Together the couple laid together in their swinging bed, watching the stars floating on their ceiling, (Y/N)'s wings protectively wrapped around Angel.  

"I love you, Anthony." 

"I love you, (Y/N)."

*The Next Day, in Heaven*

"Extermination Day is here, bitches!" 

*END*

@marsham3llo

[justagalwhowrites]

Hi! Just wanted to say that I love you writing, and love how you write angst !!

Asking this anonymously because, I found out I need a third open heart surgery.

I was wondering if you still take request how would Joel feel about his significant other having a third heart surgery and finding him not being able Toby e kids because of it.

As much angst as you want.

Btw, I’ll be fine, it’s the third time they are doing it, im schedule for 5 surgeries! It’s all good, cardiomyopathy is chill when the doctors know what they are doing! 😅

OMG Hi Bestie!

I am so honored that you'd reach out about such an intimate ask. I hope your surgery goes/went well and that you're doing great!

Hopefully, this is something like what you're looking for!

Heartache

Joel looks out for you as you're treated for cardiomyopathy.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader with Cardiomyopathy

Warnings: Medical stuff! Light smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5k

If there was one thing Joel hated, it was not having control. 

He’d never really been happy at a job site until he was a manager, the one running SOMETHING. That way, he knew it was done right. 

It had made life with Sarah’s mom difficult, back when she was at all in the picture, because when she actually took charge of anything, it ended up being a mess Joel had to clean up. 

Hell, even just letting Tommy man the grill at family cookouts grated on him. He seemed to love to turn steaks too frequently, never giving them the time they needed on any one side. Joel had to grit his teeth and tried not to watch Tommy fuck up perfectly good cuts of meat. 

But at least then you would slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers through his own, and kiss his shoulder, whispering “You know it’ll be fine, Babe” under your breath. You tried not to giggle when you said it, Joel could hear it in your voice. 

You couldn’t do that now. Not when you were under anesthesia and he was stuck, sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear that you were OK. 

No, this kind of out of control, Joel had learned, he was especially bad at. 

It started a few years earlier, not all that long after meeting you, really. 

Joel had first bumped into you - literally - at a park. Sarah was playing, showing off some variation of a cartwheel she’d invented, when Joel saw a dog - a big dog - running right for her. He didn’t think about how to react, he just did, racing to put himself between his daughter and the unknown animal, only watching her and the dog when you ran smack into is side, sending you both sprawling to the ground. 

“Ow, shit,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head. Joel turned only to see Sarah, flopped on the ground as the dog licked all over her face, tail wagging. Joel sighed in relief, going back to figuring out how to untangle his legs from yours. 

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually better behaved than this but he’s all keyed up because we were at the vet earlier,” you said, tugging your leg back into yourself and looking at your knee. “I didn’t have as good a hold on his lead as I should have, he saw a rabbit and took off…” 

“S’fine,” Joel said quickly, noticing you properly for the first time. You were in a little dress that showed off your legs, your eyes still bright and beautiful as you watched your dog play with his daughter. You were pretty. Really, really fucking pretty. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “No harm done.” 

“Yeah, he’s a gentle giant,” you smiled, getting up. “He looks scary but, since I live alone, definitely more of a feature than a bug. He’s really just a big teddy bear.” 

You called the dog over and looped the end of his leash around your wrist before you introduced yourself and Joel did the same, not able to take his eyes off you and your warm smile. 

“Hey Dad!” Sarah ran over, some of her curls pulled free from her springy pigtails and wild around her face. “Dad, did you see? Did you see me with the dog?” 

“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he laughed a little. “I saw.” 

Your dog licked her hand, wagging happily. 

“He likes you,” you smiled, squatting down to be on Sarah’s level as you gave the dog a scratch. “His name is Pluto!” 

Sarah’s eyes got big. 

“You mean like the dog from the cartoons?” 

“Exactly,” you smiled. “He’s my best friend and he’s got very good taste, so if he likes you that means you must be pretty great.” 

“Dad!” Sarah turned to Joel, her eyes still big. “Can Pluto come over to play?” 

“Kiddo…” he sighed. 

“Please?” She pouted. “You never let me get a dog, I want to play with a dog and he likes me and…” 

You caught Joel’s attention over his daughter’s shoulder as you mouthed “it’s OK with me” at him. He smiled a little at that, you giving him an out so he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy with his daughter if he said no. 

And he knew he probably should say no. The reason he said no dogs was because he worked too much and he didn’t want to leave a dog, alone and neglected, at home all day. Giving his six-year-old daughter ideas about a pet probably wasn’t the best idea. 

And then there was you. 

You were so pretty and so obviously good with Sarah you were practically temptation on legs. Invite you over and he’d be asking for trouble. 

But Sarah loved your dog. 

And Joel sure as hell wanted to see more of you.

“Want to come over for dinner?” Joel asked. “I’m just makin’ burgers but…” 

You smiled, wide and bright and beautiful. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d love that.�� 

You came over that night and, in a way, you never really left. He watched you play with his daughter and your dog and put potato chips on your burger and find new music to add to his playlist once you heard what he liked to listen to, taking Sarah’s hands and dancing with her on the grass. It was the most fun Joel had had in years. 

It was a year and a half later, when you fainted at work. 

Joel was frantic when he got the call from your boss. You’d moved in just a few months earlier and Joel was almost waiting for something to go wrong. He’d never had anything go so right for so long in his entire life. Something going wrong was inevitable. 

It didn’t seem right that it should go wrong for you. 

“Joel,” you said, a wan smile on your face as you sat up in your hospital bed when he ran in. You looked so small and pale and he all but ran to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking your hand. “I’m fine, I’m OK, it’s OK.” 

“Shouldn’t I be comfortin’ you?” He asked, smiling just a little even though he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the monitors that were attached to you. 

“You look more upset than me right now,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Really, babe, I’m fine. I just didn’t have enough to eat today and I got up too fast, that’s all.” 

That’s not all it was. 

It took them some time to figure out - and Joel pointing out that you seemed tired and lightheaded and your pulse felt strange below his fingers sometimes - but you had cardiomyopathy. 

He was with you when the doctor handed down the diagnosis and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“What does that mean?” You asked. “It sounds serious….” 

“It is,” the doctor nodded. “It’s a disease of the heart muscle, it makes it harder for the blood to pump through the body. It can even lead to heart failure. The good news is, we have treatment options…” 

You sat there, eyes wide, clutching your purse on your lap. Joel took your hand and tried to take in every word the doctor said. He was going to do this with you. In you he’d found the one person he wanted to do everything with, the only person besides Sarah he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. He might not understand what was wrong with you but he was going to figure it out. 

When the two of you got home that afternoon, you were still in a state of shock. Joel walked with you to the kitchen table and got you a glass of water, sliding it in front of you. You just stared at it, your eyes a little wide. 

“Honey,” Joel said, his voice calm. “It’s OK…” 

You shook your head a little and drank the water before you set the glass back down, putting your hands in your lap and meeting his gaze from across the table. 

“I understand that this was a lot more than you bargained for,” you said, your voice steady. “I don’t expect you to take care of me through all this, I can call my mom, I’m sure she would let me move in…” 

“Why are you talkin’ about movin’?” He frowned, cutting you off. 

“I mean, you heard the doctor,” you said. “There are surgeries and…” 

“So?” 

“Joel,” you shook your head and smiled a little. “You have a daughter and a demanding job and…” 

“And I love you,” he said. “Not gonna let you do this without me.” 

It was rough at the start. He went to all your appointments with you. The doctors decided surgery was the best route and Joel spent hours researching everything he could. It felt like he’d be able to do it himself by the time you went under the knife the first time. 

He didn’t think that made him any less anxious about it, though. 

It was at a follow up appointment that the two of you got more bad news. 

“Wait,” you said, cutting your doctor off. “I’m sorry, I just… You’re making it sound like I won’t be able to have children. Is… is that true?” 

“Unfortunately,” the doctor sighed heavily. “Yes, that’s true. There was just too much damage to the tissue and even with the work we’re doing, it wouldn’t be safe to put your body under the strain that pregnancy demands…” 

You held it together until the two of you were in the truck, the floodgates breaking the second the door was closed. Joel tugged you against him, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead. 

The two of you had talked about children, of course, but you were both undecided. You were both still young, you thought you had time to figure that out later. 

“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your voice was wet. “I know we didn’t know what we wanted yet but… I thought I’d still get to choose and not have something else choose for me. I understand if this changes…” 

“Marry me,” he said. 

You sat up from him and sniffed, wiping your eyes. 

“What?” 

“Marry me.” 

You just looked at him, frozen and blinking for a moment. 

“No,” you shook your head. “No, you don’t mean…” 

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Marry me.” 

“Joel…” 

“Only way I want more kids is if they’re your kids, Baby,” he said. “Whether they’re ones we made or ones we adopted, I wouldn’t care, as long as it’s with you. You not being able to have kids doesn’t make a damn difference to me, I love you. Marry me.” 

You smiled a little through your tears and leaned over to kiss him gently. 

“Let’s talk about that when we’re a little less emotional,” you said. 

He brought it up again that night. 

The two of you had gone to bed and Joel had fully intended to keep his hands to himself. You, however, had other ideas. 

You kissed him and moaned against his lips and he gave into you, pulling your nightie over your head and slipping your panties down your legs before slipping inside of your tight, wet heat with a satisfied groan. 

He worked your body, knowing you so well after almost two years together, pressing deep as you tightened around him, sucking your nipple into his mouth, stroking your clit as you got closer and closer to coming around him. 

“Let go for me,” he sucked at the vulnerable skin of your throat, pressing so deep inside you as he did. “Come for me, come all over me, give it all to me…” 

You obeyed, coming hard around him, your hand flying to his back to clutch him close as he worked you through your orgasm, too. 

After, he pulled you on top of him as he lay flat on his back, your soft body spread over his and you sighed contentedly. 

“Marry me,” he said again, brushing your hair back. 

You laughed and shook your head. 

“You really don’t have to…”

“I know,” he cut you off, reaching blindly into the top drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled blindly through it until he found the small, velvet box at the back. He pulled it out and pried the lid open with his nose before turning the box so you could see it. Your eyes went wide, a single diamond almost watching you from its place in the box. “Not just sayin’ it, Baby. Had this for a few weeks. Planned to take you somewhere special to ask once we had the chance but… seemed like this might be the right time.” 

“Joel,” you breathed, taking the box, your hand trembling. “This is… I…” 

“Marry me,” he said again. “Love you, more than anything. I want to do everything in life with you, the good stuff, the bad stuff, doesn’t matter. It all means more with you. Marry me.” 

“Yes,” you said quickly, looking from the box to his eyes, smiling broadly. “Yes yes yes yes yes!” 

Joel smiled. 

“Oh, is that a yes?” He teased a little. “Just wanted to make sure…” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, burying your face in his chest. He just held you close as you looked back at him, stretching up his body to kiss him. 

“That’s a yes,” you whispered. 

“Good,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on your finger. “Because I love you. Love you so damn much.” 

“I love you, too,” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him. 

You got married just a few months later. 

“Mr. Miller?” The doctor came out from the operating room and he all but jumped up to meet him, his stomach in knots. It felt like he’d been sitting there for days, stuck in a state of limbo where he had no control. 

“That’s me,” Joel said quickly. “How’s she doin’? How’d it go?” 

“Everything went great, Mr. Miller,” the doctor smiled broadly and Joel relaxed a bit. “Your wife is doing very well, you can head back and see her in just a minute…” 

Joel nodded along as the doctor filled him in on everything and he did his best to pay attention. But it was hard. All he really cared about was getting back to see you. Everything else seemed like it could wait. 

After what felt like a small eternity - but could only have been a few minutes - Joel was led back to your room, where you were just coming out of the anesthesia, still groggy but you smiled at him all the same.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, reaching for him. 

He smiled back, taking your hand before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hey Baby,” he took your face in his hand. “How’s that heart of yours?” 

“All yours, Joel,” you smiled a little, settling back into your pillow. “All yours.”

[9w1ft]

welcome to new york // “how'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say “your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" // rosé flowing with your chosen family // girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby // and i chose you // i hope i never lose you // that’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend // the lights are so bright but they never blind me // the fast times the bright lights // im lost in the lights // we were shaking blind and hazy // american glory faded before me // somewhere in the haze got the sense i’d been betrayed // they whisper in the hallway she’s a bad bad girl // and it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it holdin' all this love out here in the hall // i couldn’t turn things around (you never turned things around) // you were standing hollow eyed in the hallway carnations you had thought were roses that’s us // running through rose thorns i saw the scoreboard and ran for my life // i lost you the one i was dancing with in new york, no shoes, looked up at the sky and it was maroon // there’s nothing like this, miss americana and the heartbreak prince // i packed my bags left cornelia street before you even knew i was gone // maybe i stormed out of every single room in this town // my winless fight this has frozen my ground // soldier down on that icy ground looked up at me with honor and truth // it’s like i’m wasting your honor // broken and blue so i called off the troops, that was the night i nearly lost you

i awake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy to leave // i woke up just in time now i wake up by your side // there’s no morning glory in this war it wasn’t fair // then you called showed your hand turned around before i hit the tunnel sat on the roof you and i, i hope i never lose you // hold on to the memories they will hold onto you and i will hold on to you // and now the storm is coming // windows boarded up after the storm // i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up // i thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around // my baby’s fly like a jet stream // this love is worth the fight // it’s a war it’s the goddamn fight of my life // and i know this is a fight that some day we’re gonna win // we never painted by the numbers // we’re so sad we paint the town blue // you paint dreamscapes // were you standing in the hallway with a big cake happy birthday did i paint your blues skies the darkest grey // grey november // hey december // don’t want no other shade of blue but you // my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you // family that i chose // barefoot in the wildest winter // a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground // im setting off but not without my muse, no not without you // candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, don’t read the last page but i stay when you’re lost and i’m scared and you’re turning away i want your midnights but i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day

[ejzah]

A/N: A small Densi family fic in honor of @mashmaiden’s birthday. Hope it’s been a great day!

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Sandwiches and Slides

“Hey, hey, hey, get back here!” Deeks called out, breaking into a slight jog to keep up with a running Caleb. He stopped, looked back over his shoulder at Deeks, then started off again across the foamy surface of the playground, giggling madly the whole time.

Caleb narrowly missed a low hanging swing, but swerved at the last second. It was enough to slow him down though, and Deeks caught up with him, snatching him up under the arms.

“Ah, where think you’re going?” he asked conversationally, swinging Caleb up into one arm. It was more difficult now at 14 months. Caleb laughed and wiggled for a few seconds before he gave up, and settled.

“Looks like somebody’s giving you a workout,” Kensi observed from across the playground. She stepped over the ledge, walking towards them with something in each hand. She’d gone in search of snacks about fifteen minutes ago.

“Yep. Apparently making me chase him is way more fun than the plethora of features designed specifically for him to play on.” Deeks gave Caleb a mock stern look, and the toddler grinned up at him. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Caleb?”

“Dada kiss,” Caleb requested, presenting his forehead, and Deeks obliged.

Turning back to Kensi, Deeks nodded at the stack of wrapped packages in her hands. “What’s that?”

“I got us waffle sandwiches.” She peeled back a wrapper enticingly. “Bite?”

“Yes, please.”

Smiling, Kensi held out the sandwich for Deeks to take a bite, then started in on the other side herself.

“Where’s Rosa?” she asked, brushing a few wind blown strands of hair out her face.

“By the slides with Thing Two,” Deeks answered, gesturing with his chin now. Kensi offered him another bite, and Caleb leaned forward, opening his mouth wide.

“Bite,” he echoed.

Shaking her head indulgently, Kensi broke off a small piece and popped it into Caleb’s waiting mouth.

“Ank you,” Caleb replied around his mouthful.

Between the three of them, they finished one sandwich. Kensi balled the empty wrapper up and stuff it into the backpack on Deeks’ shoulder.

“We better go find the girls,” he said. “They’ll be furious if they found out we ate without them.”

“Mm. It’s amazing how similar they look when they’re mad,” Kensi commented.

“They get it from their mother.” He threw a wink at Kensi, who gave him a wry smile.

“You wanna play on the slides with your sissies?” Kensi asked Caleb as Deeks set him down once more. He perked up at that, pointing in the direction of the slides.

“Sopee?” He made a face as though he’d completely forgotten the existence of his twin. “Sopee! Sopee!” he called out at the top of his lungs, keeping it up until they reached the other side of the slides.

As soon as he caught sight of Rosa and Sophia, he ran the rest of the way, crashing into Rosa’s legs. Rosa stooped to hug him, then he moved over to Sophia, and they hugged as though they hadn’t seen each other in months.

“We got you lunch,” Kensi called out, holding one of the remaining sandwiches in the air.

“Oh thank you, I’m starving,” Rosa said. She hurried over to get it, taking it back to a bench off to the side, the twins tagging along.

Kensi sighed, resting her head on Deeks’ shoulder. “You know, I worried a little bit about the age difference between them, but seeing them like this makes me realize that it was the best thing that could happen.” Across from them, Caleb and Sophia were steadily conning Rosa into sharing her food. For every bite she took, they got two.

“We have some amazing kids,” Deeks agreed softly.

“Yes, we do.” Kensi tipped her chin up for a kiss. “Share the last sandwich with me?”

“Absolutely.”

[justannadahfanfictor]

The Queen’s Successor part 2:

Hey guys this is my part 2 to the series of an OC Epic character named Liz or Poppy x another OC Epic character I made (a leafman named Michael). I hope you enjoy it, it’s the most I’ve write in a story before so I hope it turned out alright.

Warnings: angst, slight blood and death

Word count: 7.2 k

6 years later: 3rd person

It was a beautiful summer day. Poppy had been begging her mom and dad the last couple days to bring her to the pond so she could jump on the lily pads. They finally agreed so long as Ronin kept a close eye on her. Tara had work that needed to be done around the palace and couldn’t come with them today. She was jumping as high as she could and then letting the water move her around like a trampoline. She was having lots of fun even just playing by herself giggling as she landed each time. “Look daddy; did you see how high I went this time?” she said smiling. Ronin smiled lightly “Yes princess, but please be careful. you haven’t learned to swim yet.” “Yes sir” she says going back to giggling and jumping until a voice called out to her.

“Princess Liz!” An eager little boy called out as he ran to spend time with his friend. The two had only become friends recently with him coming to the palace a lot more because of his parents being leafmen. His mother has been one of the Princess’s personal guards ever since she was a baby. According to her it was because of her generous efforts the day the Queen was gifted Princess Poppy. “Hi Michael!” She called out excitedly waiting for him to come join her on the lily pads. His father had come to speak to Poppy’s father about the plans they had to expand the borders of Moonhaven in the next moon cycle. Michael reached out and hugged Liz tight when he got onto the lily pad she was on. They began bouncing on the pad while talking to each other.

“How are you and how’s your little brother” the Princess asked. “Nod’s good, getting bigger everyday. And I’m doing great! Dad says if I start working on my shooting and swords skills I can start training to be a leafman in a few years from now” he said with a big grin. “Leafman? But what if you get hurt. They do dangerous stuff a lot.” Poppy said as she stopped jumping. Michael stopped jumping too so he could reassure her. “Well yea, I might get hurt but that’s okay. It’d be an honor to protect the Queen, my kingdom and you of course. I’d make it my duty to look after you, so we can always spend time together!” “As long as you stay my bestfriend too” Poppy said pouting and holding out her pinky waiting for Michael to seal the promise. “Deal” he said linking pinkies with her. “Okay” Elizabeth said going back to jumping. “I bet you I can jump higher than you” she challenged the older boy. “Can not! I’m taller than you” he argued back.

While Ronin and his best friend were slightly occupied with their conversation and catching up, Michael and Poppy jumped at clashing times, sending Michael on his butt but sending Liz off the lily and into the water. “Princess” he yelled out in fear as he dove in after her as she was sinking rather quickly. He swam to her and pushed off the bottom of the pond as hard as he could to get them to the surface. When they reached the surface, Ronin and Michael’s father were there to pull them out, Ronin pulling Poppy close as she cried, scared about what had just happened. Both parents made sure to check over their kids thoroughly before they walked off the lily pads and headed back to the palace. Before the two families parted ways, Ronin put a hand on Michael’s shoulder and told him. “Thank you for saving the Princess’ life today. One day you’re going to become an amazing leafman.” Michael smiled with pride and looked to his father to make sure what he was hearing was real to which his father nodded and ruffled his hair.

Embarrassed about what had happened but greatful for Michael’s bravery, Poppy took her face out of hiding in her father’s neck and waved goodbye to him when Ronin started walking home. “We gotta start teaching you to protect yourself and look after yourself don’t we sweet girl?” Ronin spoke to his daughter softly while rubbing her back. He was terrified of there being another incident like the one he just dealt with. He kissed her temple and put her down as she nodded. She held his hand as they walked the rest of the way home; her thinking of the next adventures she’d get to experience with Michael would be, him thinking of how lucky he got today with his baby girl and ofc his over thinking kicking in of how he could take care of her better.

11 years (almost 12 years) later: Poppy’s POV

I was in the garden, working on my healing abilities to make them stronger; while simultaneously avoiding my mother and at this point my best friend as well. He had gotten so stoic since his father died a couple years ago. Ever since then it’s nothing but leafman duty this leafman responsibility that. The true him comes out here and there but I swear, sometimes it’s like hanging out with my father.

Regardless of his sometimes stick in the mud attitude, I can’t help but to be falling for him more and more everyday. His handsome looks, the way he makes me feel safe, but also not suffocated either, the way we spend so much time together with him taking over his mom’s duties as my head guard once he was of age. I even love his family; his mom being so sweet, wise and kind, his little brother, who could be a handful, especially for my father but I loved goofing around with and getting into mischief from time to time. But idk, he’s so hard to read sometimes. Some days I catch myself in moments with him where he holds my waist while we read, kissing my head occasionally, holding my hand when I’m scared or just the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman around, no one else catching his eye or heart. Other times I can’t get as much as a smile out of him, like trying to get feelings out of a brick wall.

I was pulled out of my train of thought when I heard footsteps coming closer. I knew the sound of those footsteps well enough to know I had been found. “Princess Liz, your mother wishes to speak to you immediately.” Michael said looking down at me and what I was doing. I stood up wiping my hands as I started walking that way. “Michael how many times have I told you, you don’t have to call me Princess. Unless you want to” I said flirtatiously with a wink. He tried to keep a straight face while his face turned a shade resembling one of a sunburn. “I’m just trying to-“ he started before I cut him off as we were almost right outside of the Queen’s throne room “ I know I know trying to uphold my duty as your personal guard. You promised you’d still be my bestfriend even when you became Captain” I mimicked pouting looking down at my shoes. He stepped closer to me before tilting my head up to look at him softly. “You’re always going to be my bestfriend” he said quietly enough for only him and I to hear it. He pulled me into a hug and as we started to pull back, I felt the urge to want to ask him for more. My 18th birthday ball was coming up and everyone had been constantly asking me who I was going to be bringing with me. I couldn’t see myself going with anyone but him. “What if we were to be more than bestfriends?” I asked only slightly above a whisper my cheeks glowing a soft peachy color. He pulled me back from our hug his arm around my waist lingering while staring into my eyes with adoration but also surprise for my question. It seemed gravity was bringing us closer together until…

“Elizabeth you can’t avoid me forever” my mother said with a smirk as she waited at the throne room door. Michael pulled back from me quickly to stand at attention for my mom. “Your majesty, I was just walking her to you -“ Queen tara waved him off before he could freak out anymore. “Please Michael, just Tara is alright. And it’s no problem. I’m sure my daughter was a hassle to find. She learned evading the guards from the best.” She said with a smile and a wink. “Ronin however wanted to speak to you about the protection plan for Poppy’s ball, if you could go meet with him. I’ll take it from here with Liz.” She spoke as she linked elbows with me pulling me towards her throne room. “Of course your maj- Tara, I’ll get right on that. Princess” he said bowing slightly to the both of us before heading to see my father.

My mom let go of my arm as she closed the doors to the throne room just for us to talk daughter to daughter. “Well he sure seems serious” she said with a giggle. I sighed and giggled with her “trust me you have no idea”.

Talking daughter to daughter only seemed to last so long when the topic I was avoiding for so long got brought up again. “So, have you given it any thought as to who you want to bring to the ball. There’s plenty of princes that-“ I let out a frustrated sigh and complained “Mom I don’t want to go with any stuck up princes. They’re all boring and never talk about anything but themselves and how great their families are. I’d rather just go by myself.” She nodded a silence filling the room as she seemed to collect her thoughts as to what she was going to say next.

“Is it that you want to go alone or that you want to go with a certain leafman who you didn’t know is an option I’d allow?” She asked with a gentle smile. “How did you? How did you-“ I stuttered nervously before she cut me off with a voice of amusement “oh please, I am the Queen. I see all; and you’re not as quiet about your feelings as you think you are. I see the way you two look at each other. It reminds me so much of the way your father and I used to pine after each other before we got together.” She said as she smiled fondly. Her smile faltered as she saw tears in my eyes threatening to spill over. “What’s wrong my sweet?” She asked bringing me into a hug. I finally let the cat out of the bag, all my feelings that had been bundled up. I just needed to tell someone.

“I want to tell him I love him, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I love him so much, but he’s so hard to read. Does he feel the same or does he only see me as a friend?” I say tears of anxiety rolling down my face. “ “He’s the only one my heart belongs to mom. I don’t know what id do if he were to reject my heart.” I continue. She dries my tears and runs her fingers through my hair. “Did you know your father rejected my heart before too?” I looked up at her in shock “but he’s like head over heels for you!?” My mom laughed and said “it’s true, but your father has never been one to express and feel emotions. It was easier for him to push them down, to hide them away and put on an icy cold exterior. Sound familiar?” I nodded. “My point for telling you this is if Michael is the one; meant to be for you, you two will always find your way back to each other, even if things don’t happen the way you would hope. But you never know until you try.” I took a deep breath and nodded “okay, I’m going to ask him” I say with a small smile giving her a hug. She clapped cheering me on telling me to let her know how it goes.

I took a couple of days to gather my thoughts and to figure out how I wanted to ask Michael. It was finally my 18th birthday. The ball would be in 2 days. I woke up late that morning to a really beautiful surprise. Flowers on my bedside table, with my favorite tea and breakfast and a letter from Michael. The letter talked about how much he cared for me and the plans he had for today to make my 18th birthday the best one yet, just me and him. He took me to spend time with Mub and Grub, we took a nap in a really cozy petal hammock, then we went for a ride on his hummingbird where he took me to field; a field that had a dinner time picnic set up already with all of my favorites. To finish the evening out, we ran in the fields at sunset watching all the fireflies scatter around. It truly was the best birthday I could ask for. It’s why asking him to come to the ball came so easy once he was walking me back to my room.

We were joking around pushing each other and giggling. It was so nice to see him smiling again. He has the most amazing smile. Warm eyes, kissable lips, ugh he drives me mad. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the head telling me Happy Birthday again, but before he could walk off I grabbed his hand. “Come to the ball with me, please?” I asked looking up at him. He looked at me confused. “Isn’t that a ball where you’re supposed to be bringing a suitor?” He asked me, a hint of jealousy in his voice. I nodded. I grabbed his other hand softly. Holding both of his hands I took a deep breath and started to tell him how I truly feel about him. “Out of all the people in the forest, you are the only one I want to go with” I told him quietly, still scared of how he will react. “I know we’re bestfriends… but I want to be more than just your bestfriend. I love you; and I think you love me too?”

I looked up at him waiting for him to give me an answer, anxiety starting to flow through my veins. I saw so much adoration shine in his eyes for a split second and just like that his eyes hardened pulling his hands back gently. “You know I can’t” he said at a whisper level. I inhaled brokenly trying not to let the tears in my eyes spill over. “And why not” I asked. “It will be a big event. It’s my du-“ I scoffed as he started to explain “really? You’re on about your duty again? You can’t just do it because you are my bestfriend? Wouldn’t I be safest with you by my side?” I said sadness there but starting to be overpowered by anger. I could tell he was trying to keep his composure with the pause he gave before saying “I am best making sure no one comes in to ruin your big day. To make sure you’re safe. The Prince of Sungrove is coming and so is the Prince of Rainblossom. Why not go with one of them? They fit into that whole royalty type thing, not…someone like me.”

My eyes softened a little. “Is that what this is about? I thought you knew status means literally nothing to me. I want to go with you because you are the one my heart beats for. Not some stuck up smelly privileged kid who still picks their nose.” He cracked a tiny smile before his face became serious again. My eyes filled with tears, a few falling down my cheeks. “Please come with me” I whispered pleadingly. He looked me in my eyes and told me “I’m sorry Princess Elizabeth. I can’t accept your invitation.” This made the dam burst I started crying heavily. He went to grab my hand. I pulled back and told him quickly “Fine. Don’t come.” I opened my door quickly, slamming it shut rather harshly. I slid down the door crying as quiet as I could, which was still rather loud.

One of the maids came to check on me after an hour or so where I was still sat in the same place just staring off at the same spot for minutes on end. She asked if I was alright while jiggling the handle, realizing I had locked it. I wrote a quick note reading “he said no.” I rolled the note up and slid it under the door. “Please give this to the queen” I said. She grabbed the note and then I heard her footsteps subside. I fell asleep in that exact spot, crying; not understanding why he couldn’t just come with me? Had I read his feelings wrong all this time? I feel humiliated, embarrassed, heartbroken.

My mom came almost immediately to come check up on me, but I was already asleep due to how exhausted I was from crying. She figured I need some space and just let me be, noting to herself that she’d come back in the morning.

The next morning: Michael’s POV

I felt really bad making Poppy cry last night. More than anything I wanted to be her date, I want to be the one she loves just as much as I love her. But if I have to love her in the shadows to protect her, that’s what I’ll do. I can’t lose another person I love. Commander Ronin and the other leafmen have been getting numerous reports of attacks happening at the border. He suspects something big is going to happen at the Princess’ birthday celebration. Ugh, could this day be getting any worse?

I was pulled from my train of thought when I was tying my bird up at the end of the day after a long day of patrolling. I figured it was best I stay out of the palace for the day, give the Princess some space. My younger brother came running up to me with a look of bewilderment on his face. “Dude. What. Did you. Do?” He asked me with a tone in his voice that says “you’re in trouble”.

“What do you mean Nod? I haven’t done anything. I’ve been patrolling all day.” I said exhausted. “The Princess is in a horrible mood. She’s like a thunder cloud. She’s been snapping at people to leave her alone left and right. The only person she’ll only really let around her is her dad, and sometimes her mom. But rumor has it from one of the maids last night she got her heart broken and now she doesn’t even want to go to her ball. I went to go see her today and she even ripped my head off. I told her I could come find you if it would make her feel better and she started crying and pushed me out the door telling me to leave her alone.”

My blood ran cold hearing all of that. I hadn’t meant to hurt her. I just wanted to protect her. I looked down at my feet not being able to make eye contact with my brother. “I didn’t mean to.” I said quietly, a tear running down my cheek before I explained what happened. “Dude the Princess is badass. And hot. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, why not take it. You’d be able to protect her up close.” He says trying to reason with me. “She wouldn’t want me to come anymore anyways” I say sadly. He gives me a pat on the shoulder and tells me just to apologize. So that’s what I decided to do. It was dark out already but I figured she’d still be up. It wasn’t too late.

I knocked on her door waiting for her to come out or at least come to the door. “Princess-..Poppy. I want to apologize for yesterday. I never meant to hurt you. I promise.” I started since she hadn’t come to the door yet. “I was too-“ I stopped in my tracks as the door opened but not to reveal Liz, but her father, who did NOT look happy. “You.” He snapped pointing at me as he closed the door behind him, leaving us both in the hallway. “Of all the people to act stupid and break my daughter’s heart I NEVER thought it would be you. I didn’t tell you about the need for extra security tomorrow for you to play hero and leave my daughter refusing to have a date and without her personal guard. She doesn’t even want to go anymore. She’s been crying in my arms all day, only just fell asleep.” He paused when he saw the shame that was on my face, the tear falling down my face. “I just want to know why? I see the way you look at her. I see the way you treat her. Do you not love her the way she loves you?” He asked a bit softer this time, hand on my shoulder. He lead me to a bench that was in the hallway for us to sit.

Shyer to tell this to my Commanding officer and her father I took a deep breath before telling him how I truly feel. I didn’t have my dad to talk to anymore so I know he was trying to be here not only for her but for me in a way. “I love her more than anything sir. She is the life of this forest and the light of my life. I just wanted to be able to protect her. I didn’t want her to be a threat at the ball for coming with a high ranking officer, so I thought I’d be best on the front lines to make sure no one gets through.” He listened to my words before asking me “have I ever told you about how the Queen and I got together?” I shook my head no.

He smiled nostalgically. “Well, you aren’t the first idiot to reject your bestfriend and person of royalty.” He started. “I spent years like you; super serious, never acting on my feelings. Showing my love for the Queen solely from the way I protected her. That was until Poppy came into our lives. She was the blessing that brought us closer. I got to spend so much time with the two of them and a few months in of taking care of Poppy, the Queen professed her love for me. It felt almost too good to be true. I didn’t want my position as commander to put her in danger. I was afraid of not being enough for such an amazing woman. So I rejected her advance, and I stepped back from taking care of Liz.”

He looked down feeling the disappointment of his past actions before he continued “I was too in my own head to see how much love both of them had for me and who I was really rejecting. This was the woman I’ve been in love with since we were kids, and somehow by Mother Nature herself I was blessed to raise a child with her; a child who missed me so much she didn’t sleep until I returned. And Tara never let me live that down. It took almost losing both of them to finally allow myself to love them; To feel the feelings I have for them both. Also don’t underestimate the Queen and Liz, they have been trained by the best. I see how the two of you are together and I see so much of my wife and I in you two. I wouldn’t want my princess with anyone other than you.” The queen at this point had come out of Poppy’s room looking exhausted and came to stand by Ronin’s side.

She put a hand on my cheek and told me jokingly, “you’re so serious sometimes. I think you get it from a certain mentor” “I’m sorry for hurting her, I just wanted to do what I felt would keep Princess Liz the most safe.” Queen Tara nodded and told me “I know you didn’t mean to hurt her. What you need to understand is there’s more to life than just protection and safety. Love conquers all. And I know what Poppy wants most from you, is your love.” “How do I fix this?” I asked nervously. “Liz could never stay mad at you. Just let it simmer down first before you go and apologize to her.” Tara started. “Tomorrow, go and be with the front lines. I will keep Poppy safe. it’ll give you time to gather your thoughts and feelings. Before the night is up, come with a gift for her and ask her for a dance. I’m sure it would mean the world to her if you were still able to make it, but you’ve already made a commitment to being on border patrol tomorrow.” Ronin finished. “Wow never heard romantic Ronin in action before” the queen quipped elbowing him lightly. Ronin rolled his eyes putting his arms around the Queen pulling her close.

While they were off in their own little world passing banter back and forth, I figured it was a good time to make my leave. I wished them a goodnight and thanked them both for the advice and comfort before getting up and heading home. Before I got too far I heard Ronin call out “Oh and Michael?” I turned around to face him while he talked. “Yea?” I asked.

His face lost all brightness and turned cold. A face left emotionless I had only ever seen him use towards the Boggins. “If you ever hurt my daughter again, I’ll make sure you end up in Boggin territory, stripped of your weapons and armor and stranded.” He said menacingly. I nodded quickly and told him “I promise, I won’t hurt her like this ever again.” He nodded, face softening a bit but still holding his famous stoic expression. “Good. Goodnight Captain.” He said heading back to his wife who was reentering Princess Poppy’s room.

The next day: party time and patrol time

I’ve been at the border for the few hours, the party having started about 2 hours ago. I already wanted to go, be there to try to make things right and be with the one I love. Regardless I was here to do a job. Something felt off though. Day in and day out for the last week we’ve been having Boggin attacks, suddenly today, it’s like radio silence. In the corner of my vision, down under the ground, it looked like there was some type of creature burrowing it’s way across the border until one of my men shot an arrow down at the moving dirt. A Boggin riding a mole surfaced the mole throwing the Boggin off its back before it went back underground and back the way it came. The soldier was apprehended and a few leafmen attempted to get information out of the Boggin, but it was no good.

“Strip him of his weapons and armor and send him back to tell his leader to stop trying to come over the border.” I ordered. As they went to do as they were told, the Boggin chuckled evilly. “He won’t be there. He has other more important matters to attend to. We hear there’s a celebration in Moonhaven tonight. For a certain Princess right?” I turned around, anger running through my veins as I grabbed him by the front of his armor. “What are you on about” I gritted through my teeth. He smirked at me and told me “Oh nothing, it’s just we wanted to be generous, kind neighbors and pay her a visit.” He said sarcastically. My eyes widened knowing exactly what he was saying. “Keep him detained. We’ll let the Queen decide what happens to him” I said quickly. I whistled to call my bird. As I was getting on the soldier called out to me “You’ll never get there in time. They should already be there.” He said taunting me. I pushed my hummingbird to go as fast as she could but it seemed he was right. As I arrived, guests were pouring out of the palace screaming in fear, looking to flee to safety back in their homes.

Poppy’s POV: an hour or 2 into the party

I don’t want to be here. I really don’t. I would rather be in my room, not having to socialize. Not having to make small talk with these Princes and Princesses that only want to talk about themselves or what new thing they have. I hate that I miss Michael. He always makes these events more comfortable, even if he’s working the whole time. He always tries to make little faces at me when no one’s looking to make me smile. At least my mom and dad looked like they were having fun. My mom was trying to make my dad smile and even at one point forced him to dance with her even though he was in hawk mode making sure there was no danger lurking.

“Princess, would you like to dance with me?” Someone called pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Nod. He looks so adorable. I’m sure my dad put him up to this with his stuffy dress clothes. Nonetheless it put a smile on my face. We started dancing together; it’s crazy how he’s only 13 and almost taller than me already. “Do you wanna get out of here and roam the castle? I know you hate these types of events. We’ll sneak away when Ronin isn’t looking.” I smiled with relief. I love his sneaky behavior sometimes. I looked over at my mom and dad who were busy dancing and caught up in each other. I really wish I had a love like theirs, true love. Love that makes you forget everyone else around you. “Let’s go, they aren’t looking.” I said ushering him towards the exit.

I took a deep breath finally feeling free as I headed back towards my room. We joked around a little before I got to my room. I changed back into my regular dress, making sure I had my pockets full of what is normally in there as Nod sat on my bed. “So are you gonna forgive Michael?” He asked addressing the elephant in the air. “Probably” I said with a sigh. He always has to make things so difficult. Even through that argument, I never really got a read on his feelings for me. I don’t care about the party. What I care about is I opened my heart up to him and I got no response. I must’ve been zoned out for quite a bit as Nod shook my shoulders bringing me back to the present and out of my head. “Hey you alright?” He asked me. I faked a smile and the responded “yea, I think I just need a minute alone. I’ll meet you in the courtyard after. I probably shouldn’t leave the palace on the night of my own party.” He gave me a gentle hug and told me softly “it’s gonna be okay, I’m always here for you even when my brother’s being an idiot.” I gave him a small genuine smile thanking him for comforting me, before he went back downstairs to the party.

Queen Tara’s POV:

I was having a fun time socializing, dancing, being with the one I love, but I could tell Poppy wasn’t enjoying herself. The secret eye rolls when she would speak to the royalty her age, the constant staring off into no where, the deep frown on her face. One minute I’m dancing with Ronin and the next minute she was no where to be found. “It seems our daughter has disappeared once again” I whispered to Ronin, amused but a little sad. He looked around super soldier mode turned on. “What? Where is she?” He asked starting to panic a bit. I hushed him trying to calm him down a bit. “It’s alright, she probably just needed some air. You know she doesn’t really like these kinds of events, especially being around so many people “ I tried reasoning.

Within minutes the ball became a disaster. Boggins attacked from every angle filling the party. Civilians ran out of the palace as quickly as possible, sometimes running over one another. Some leafmen were assigned to protect the royalty that came to visit and we made our way to one of the safe rooms in the palace. Ronin was attacking Boggins left and right who came to try to harm me as he guided me towards the throne room. We all piled in there, the leafmen spreading out to make sure if any Boggins were to make it in, they’d be attacked immediately. I could tell Ronin wanted to go after Liz. But as my lead guard, his duty was to be here. In a strict voice he called out to a few of the soldiers that were in the room with us.

“My job is to stay here and protect the Queen. If something goes wrong then that is on me. Go find the Princess and bring her back here. Make sure she is safe if not in this safe room then another.” He demanded. They nodded before drawing their swords and exiting the room. Ronin came to stand by me to ease my nerves, hand resting on my lower back. “It’s alright, she’s gonna be alright. She has them coming to protect her and she’s spent years training and preparing for a moment like this. If anything the enemy soldiers are the ones in danger right now.” He said placing a kiss to the side of my head.

Princess Liz’s POV:

I figured it was time to head back to the party. I didn’t want my mom or dad to get mad that I had left for so long. I made my way down the stairs and down the long hall making my way back to the party hall. It was quiet. Too quiet for the party to still be going on. That’s when I saw what looked like a soldier dressed in a dead rat running at me from where the party was supposed to be going on I threw one of my throwing thorns at him hitting him right in the neck. In pain he cried out yelling out weakly to the others “I found the bitch. Get her” I ran back the way I came trying to make it to my room. If I could get there. There’s a protective mechanism in the door to make it a safe room. I threw more knives trying to give myself more time to escape. I made it about halfway up the stairs when 2 soldiers came from down the steps, blocking off my path.

I hid the last knife I have just in case I had a chance to escape, but I let them hold me captive. One of them, I’m taking it be the leader of all of them grabbed me by the back of my neck/ hair and pulled me up towards my room. I panicked trying to dig my heels in. “Please don’t do this, I haven’t done anything. Please don’t hurt me.” I began to babble. The soldier who had my hair pulled a knife by my face and growled “shut up. If you’re good we’ll go easy on you. It’s not really you we want Princess.” He said with a voice like venom. He pulled me to sit on the bed, hand staying on the back of my neck as if her were waiting for something.

I heard a few soldiers call out of my name trying to find me and make sure I’m alright. The man who was holding my scruff nodded at the woman by the door before I heard scuffling, battle cries and then silence. Tears came to my eyes as I realized those men risked their lives for me but to no avail.

It was a little while later (maybe 10 minutes) when I heard a voice call out sounding concerned. “Princess?” He called out. My eyes widened an inaudible gasp coming from my lips. No not him, please not him. I heard scuffling outside once again. Tears ran down my face the longer it went on. There was silence once again until the lady who was at the door with fire in her eyes snapped at no one in particular “how is he not dead yet?!” She left the room and then the sounds of another fight pursued. When the palace was brought more silence and then the call of my name, the man holding me yanked my hair up with just the word “stand.” He pulled me to the door, knife by my carotid, him standing behind me like a shield. I stepped out of the room by the railing where I saw Michael, he was about halfway up the stairs.

There were bodies, both Boggins and leafmen laid life less all over. “Don’t look at them Princess look at me.” Michael said trying to put my mind at ease. I looked at him. He looked exhausted. His blood or someone else’s splattered on his armor, split lip, split eyebrow and what looked like a newly forming bruise on the side of his face. But his eyes remained the same eyes I fell in love with. Full of life, adoration, kindness. The officer behind me was mouthing off to Michael talking about killing as many leafmen as possible, including Michael. When the Boggin wasn’t paying attention I pointed a finger at his hand that had the knife in it telling him to shoot there with his bow and arrow. He gave me a questioning look and so I mouthed to him “trust me.”

He took the shot shooting straight through the man’s hand. The man started hollering and I moved away from him getting behind him, using my last knife to stab him in the back before pushing him over the railing as he fell head first to his death; not before slicing me pretty good from where my ear and jaw connect to my chin with the knife that was in his hand. Michael ran to me holding me in his arms. He held me close using reassuring affirmations and kissing my head (whether those affirmations were used to calm him or me down, one will never know.) He tilted my chin up to look at me before he started to panic again “oh you’re bleeding, quite a bit. He got you good.” He said trying to find a piece of fabric to put pressure on the wound. I grabbed his hand to stop him from freaking out before I used my other hand to place on top of my would, healing it so all that was left was a scratch. I then took my hand that was holding his hand and placed it where I could see the bruise forming and on his eyebrow to heal up his wounds.

“It looks like my healing studies have come in handy.” I said lightheartedly. He looked at me with so much love in his eyes. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. “I thought I was going to lose you” he said quietly. “I’m not completely helpless y’know.” I said giggling lightly. “I’m aware of that.” He said acting unamused. He pulled me into a passionate kiss. My hands went to wrap around his neck, one hand playing with his hair that was showing out of his helmet. We pulled back from each other only when we both needed air. He placed his forehead on my own and told me the words I have been dying to hear for years. “I love you Elizabeth. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you-“ he said before I interrupted him with another kiss.

“Well it’s about time” I heard a familiar voice say interrupting us as we pulled away from each other. “Haha it’s good to see you too brother. Glad you’re safe. Michael said walking over to his little brother and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. My father walked up behind them a sigh of relief being audibly heard when he saw I was okay. I ran over to hug him. “Thank the spirits you’re okay.” He said hugging me tight kissing the top of my head. “Your training paid off. That and Michael came to save me” I said pulling a bit back from the hug. My dad looked down at me with such adoration a tear slipping down his face. He caressed my cheek softly, thumb moving back and forth as a form of comfort. “You really are all grown up my sweet girl.” He said with lots of love. He looked up at Michael and went over to him, locking forearms with him in a handshake before pulling him into a hug. “Thank you for coming back for her.” He said relieved I have someone looking after me, someone who would be willing to die for me if that were what needed to be done.

I let them have their moment while I went over to the fallen leafmen soldiers to see if any of them were healable. For the ones who had passed I closed their eyes and laid them in a way that was considered honorable. (Their body would be laid the same way when it was time for their funeral) I then healed the ones who were in critical condition as much as I could. They would still have quite a long road ahead of them, but it was better than a road that didn’t end prematurely. My mom came to join us all since the palace was deemed safe again. She came to stand over me as I healed the last soldier I could heal. “You’re going to make an amazing Queen one day.” She said kindly pulling me into a hug as I stood up. “I’m so glad you’re okay” she said into my hair as she kissed the side of my head. I hugged her back telling her, blushing a bit “I would’ve been a lot worse had Michael not come back to protect me.”

He came to stand by me holding my waist. He bent down a bit to kiss my cheek as he told me “it’s kinda in the job description but it’s my pleasure.” My mom squealed saying “Ronin are you seeing this too?! Finally.” We all spent a bit more time together talking and dealing with matters such as taking the wounded soldiers to the infirmary, taking the bodies of the enemy away, preparing the bodies of the fallen leafmen away, and so many other clean up procedures of that disastrous ball before I decided to turn in for the night, Michael insisting on escorting me back.

My mom was right; things hadn’t worked out exactly how I planned it, but I was still just as happy with the outcome. It was worth the wait and worth the initial hurt. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how happy I was finally getting to be with my divine love, my bestfriend.

A.N: there is a smut part to this but I’ve taken it down until someone lets me know they even want to read it 👍🏻. Not going to continue to deal with hate comments. Hope you enjoyed.

[asexual-hugger]

*Rapunzel bolts awake in bed, her stomach roiling. She sits up quickly and checks the spot next to her, where Eugene lies sound asleep. Careful not to disturb him, she sweeps the covers aside and hurries to the bathroom, her long blond hair trailing behind her*

Rapunzel: *throwing the toilet seat up* Urrrrghh! *she retches, her sides heaving*

*In their bed, Eugene stirs, his eyes flying open at the sound of her puking*

Eugene: Huh?

*Rapunzel weakly rests her chin on the rim of the toilet, her breaths heavy. Her face is pale, and her eyes are rimmed with red*

Rapunzel: Ughhh. Kill me now.

Eugene: Rapunzel, are you okay??

Rapunzel: Huh? *she feels another wave of nausea and quickly vomits it up*

Eugene: Oh, my God. *he holds her hair back from her face* Rapunzel, what’s going on?

Rapunzel: Ugh. I think it might be morning sickness. I feel like a train ran over me.

Eugene: Oh, geez, I forgot about that! Baby Fitzherbert really giving you the hard stuff, huh? *he continues to hold her hair back as she retches*

Rapunzel: Tell me about it. *groans* I knew that morning sickness was a struggle, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. And of course I woke you up.

Eugene: Hey, it’s fine. I want to help you. I'm not letting you do this by yourself. Wherever you are, I am.

Rapunzel: *weak* What are you, Jack Dawson?

Eugene: I’ll be whoever you want me to be.

*Rapunzel is hit with another sharp wave of nausea, and Eugene uses his free hand to wipe her face with a tissue*

Eugene: I’m right here.

Rapunzel: God, I hope I can pull through this when we announce our pregnancy to the kingdom this afternoon. All of Corona is going to be there. I just can’t think about it right now.

Eugene: Take all the time you need. I'll be right there next to you. You can do this. Sounds like Baby Fitzherbert is gonna be a wild one. *he looks very concerned in Rapunzel’s direction*

Rapunzel: Wild and adventurous. Just like Dad.

Eugene: And Mom. You have a free spirit, too. It’s in the DNA.

*The town square is filled with people. The entire kingdom of Corona has gathered at the foot of the palace steps to hear the big announcement from the prince and princess. Word has spread fast, although no one knows what the news is. There are jumbled voices from the crowd, everyone looking at one another in confusion and excitement, wondering aloud what the royals have to say. The talk and whispers quiet down gradually when the palace doors open, the King and Queen of Corona emerging first. They gaze out in silence before stepping aside, and as soon as Rapunzel and Eugene appear, hand in hand, the crowd bursts into cheers*

King: Thank you, everyone, for coming out today. We are so glad you can make it.

Crowd: Woooo!

King: As you know, you are all here today on behalf of our daughter, the Princess Rapunzel, whom you remember as having disappeared for the first eighteen years of her life and has now been safely returned to us. *more cheering* Thanks to the bravery and love shown to her by our now son-in-law, Prince Eugene Fitzherbert, we are beyond grateful to have her back home and him in our family. *Eugene squeezes Rapunzel’s hand, and she squeezes back* However, we give the floor to them. Rapunzel, Eugene, this is your moment.

*He steps back and Rapunzel comes forward. She and Eugene scan the huge crowd slowly. Everyone’s eyes are on them, and no one says a word*

Rapunzel: Hello, Corona. *She smiles and waves* We have some very special news. Eugene, would you like to do the honors?

Eugene: Of course. *He looks slightly nervous at everyone staring at him, and he clears his throat* Hey. Uh, well, what I would like to say is…RAPUNZEL IS PREGNANT!

*The crowd gasps in astonishment*

Rapunzel: It is very true. Eugene and I are expecting a child! There will soon be another royal added to the Corona family!

*The crowd immediately roars its approval, and Eugene pulls Rapunzel tightly against him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Thousands of happy, grinning faces look back at them. A couple villagers speak out*

Villager: Is that true, Your Highness?

Rapunzel: It’s true. We couldn’t be happier.

Villager: I don’t see a bump. Are we supposed to see a bump?

Rapunzel: I’m currently three weeks along, but we will definitely keep you updated on Baby Fitzherbert’s progress. We are so glad you could share this magical moment with us.

Villager: We love you, Your Highnesses!

Villager: We’re glad to be spending this moment with you as well. Congratulations, both of you!

Eugene: Thank you.

Villager: You’ll tell us if it’s a boy or a girl, right?

Rapunzel: Most definitely. We will introduce you after the baby is born. You have our word.

Villager: Congratulations!

Eugene: The little one is growing fast. I can almost feel it.

*The crowd starts moving towards the steps, giving the couple their well wishes and congratulations. Rapunzel and Eugene, being the royals that they are, respond to each individual person with warmth and grace. The King and Queen walk over to join them and couldn’t be prouder*

Villager: So does this mean your baby will be next in line to rule Corona?

Rapunzel: Yes. It won’t be for some time, but there will be that moment.

Villager: I wish you all the luck in the world, Your Highnesses. May you and your future heir be blessed with all the good fortune in the world.

Eugene: Thank you so much. We do appreciate that.

*Somewhere in the crowd, a figure stands out of place, wearing a hooded cloak. They haven’t spoken at all since the announcement, but they have been watching closely. A pair of gleaming eyes is fixated entirely on Rapunzel and her unborn child. She is smiling and mingling with the crowd. The figure is pushed closer as the others waiting to have their turn move forward. The figure uses this chance to speak*

Mystery Voice: You’re having a baby with a thief?

Rapunzel: Who said that?

*She looks around wildly, and then a cloaked figure she didn’t notice before removes its hood. The face of a young man about her own age stares back at her, his hair ghost white and emitting a strange aura. His eyes are deep red*

Mystery Man: The name’s Tito. Del Tagglia. And I believe you have made a terrible mistake…Princess Rapunzel.

[jj-stay]

qoukka

Word count: 562

Pairing: jisung x stacy

Genre: fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

☪️ Master List ☪️

you and jisung were cuddled up on the couch scrolling through social media and him playing games on his phone. then you saw an Instagram post of a girl calling her bf, husband to see his reaction and decided to try it. you and jisung have been dating for a year and a half now and you were absolutely smitten, in love, head over heels, at the time you were unsure if he felt the exact same for you, you always thought down on yourself.

but you were unaware that he was already thinking of marrying you and having a family and hoped for you to be with him so he could hold you , love you , and call you his. he consistently daydream of your future together.and when your not with him he misses you and is anxious you might leave but he was also scared that your not ready for marriage and you might fall out of love with him if he rushes things so he never proposed. now in this moment of you in each others arms just content with the silence he was happy.

stacy: hey, baby do you think i would look prettier if i was skinnier

jisung: what are you talking about you talking about you are the prettiest sexiest most beautiful woman i know you dont need to loose weight but if your insecure about your body or feel uncomfortable, know i will love you no matter what but if you want to loose weight i'll support you, okay?

he replied staring into your eyes making your heart flutter and you stomach do flips with, the love the passion, support and care his words and eye give you.

stacy: aw, my husband is so sweat

jisung: what did you call me?

j: can you

j: can you … call me that again … please?

S: …

S:…

S:… what?

j: i NEED! to hear you say it again.

s: um..

j: *pouts cutely *

s: no…

J: please, its like music to me

S:can i have i kiss first

gives you a quick peck on the lips

my husband is the one and only, caring, and loving, talented, amazingly handsome, Han Jisung *you said this in a serious yet love struck tone *:s

j: stacy would you give me the honor of being your husband, to grow old together and raise our children

you were so confused and surprised because he got up off the couch and went down on one knee in front of you with one of the rings from his hand

S: jisung

S: please tell me this isn't a cruel joke cause i swear if it is im gonna cry.

J: stacy

j: i want to call you mine

j: i want to call you my wife

j: please

J: say yes

J: cause i dont think my heart could take it if you said no

S: jisung

S: i would love to

you got up and kissed him passionately and he kissed back his hands around your waist and your arms around his neck and one hand in his hair. when you pulled apart he put the ring on your finger, he smiled and said

oh

my

god

i have to tell the others

he ran to the other guys with excitement to tell them the news

THE END

[britishchick09]

What the Future Holds: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

it's senpai's b-day, which calls for a special fic! this took 3 days to write (february 19th to today, the 22nd) and was a lot of fun since it's something a little different! enjoy! ;D (shoutout to @robert-273-fan, who came up with betty and harold jr's stories!)

what will senpai be doing 5 years in the future? the sibs might have an idea...

 “Happy birthday to you!” a chorus of voices sang.

The Wadlow family clapped as Robert blew out his candles.

“Congrats!” Betty said. “You’re officially eighteen now!”

“He’s been eighteen for hours.” Eugene reminded her.

“Since six-thirty in the morning.” Addie added.

Robert smiled. “I didn’t quite feel eighteen earlier, but I sure do now! The cake looks delicious.”

“I heard it’s your favorite- strawberry shortcake,” Harold said. “But we won’t know for sure until we have a piece!” he added with a wink.

Harold Jr. grinned. “Yay, cake!”

Before long, the cake was distributed. The siblings relaxed in the living room afterwards.

“This has been a great birthday,” Robert said with a smile. “I hope there will be more like it for years to come!”

Betty smiled as she said, “Look at this!”

She held up Thursday’s issue of the Alton Evening Telegraph. On the first page was a photo of Robert standing next to a tree. The siblings were on his other side.

“Hey, there’s me!” Harold Jr. exclaimed, pointing to his pouty little self.

Betty ran a hand through her bangs. “Still a good decision! Although I sort of miss being bangless.”

Helen frowned. “Even all these years later, it’s still so weird to see us in the paper.”

“It’s neat being famous,” Eugene said. “...Or, partially famous. We still have Robbie to deal with.”

“I’d rather you be famous than me,” Robert smiled. “I’m not one for the spotlight. Although I’ve gotten used to it.”

Betty noticed something else in the newspaper. “This says, ‘Five years ago today, Mr. John Wood and Miss Carol James wed. They were high school sweethearts before their marriage.’ Aww, how sweet! I can see that happening to someone…”

Robert tried not to feel her arm nudge or notice the cheeky look she was giving him. He knew exactly what she was hinting at!

Harold Jr. had to get ready for bed, leaving the other siblings to read the paper.

“I can’t imagine what I’ll be doing in five years,” Helen remarked. “What do you think you’ll be doing in that time, Robert?”

“Who knows?” Robert asked. “It’s best to take things one day at a time.”

“I know what he’ll be doing!” Betty exclaimed.

...

 It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion.

...

 “Reunions start at ten years, not five.” Eugene pointed out.

“Well, in the future, they thought otherwise,” Betty said. “As I was saying…”

...

 It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion, which was the very first fifth reunion ever. It was a huge success! Everyone was dancing to the latest song, Love Is In The Air. Robert certainly thought this was true. He went up to Marilyn Stanton, who was chatting with some friends.

“Ahem.” he said with a clearing of his throat.

Marilyn turned around. “Oh! Hello, Robert, my love.”

“Hello, Marilyn, the loveliest of all my loves.”

“Get a room!” an aggravated Eugene called (from in the story or real life, no one knew!).

Robert smiled. “I know of something better than a room,” He got on one knee. “Marilyn Stanton, will you do me the honor of becoming Marilyn Wadlow and becoming my wife?”

Marilyn gasped. Tears came to her eyes as she exclaimed-

...

 “No way,” Robert cut into Betty’s story. “She’s just a friend.”

“Sure, tell that to your yearbook!” Betty said with a smile. “I caught a peek at the Camera Club page. You’re standing right next to her!”

“That was just a picture.”

“I remember walking down the hall before the Yearbook Club’s last meeting before winter break. Marilyn said hello and you sounded awfully shy,” Helen told Robert, her eyes coy. “Not insinuating anything, though! Just reminiscing…”

Robert rolled his eyes. “Marilyn and I are friends and club members. That’s all there is to it.”

“Sure, you say that now, but what about in five years?” Betty asked. “Anything could happen! And that anything is…”

...

 “Yes!” Marilyn exclaimed with a smile. “Yes, I will marry you, Robert!”

The crowd cheered!

Robert and Marilyn kissed, which they’d do again at their wedding a few months later. Eugene was a groomsman, Helen was a bridesmaid, Betty was a flower girl (or flower woman since she was the very mature age of seventeen) and Harold Jr. was the ringbearer.

Robert stood at the front of the aisle with the priest. When the music started, he nervously adjusted his bow tie. Then Marilyn walked into the church with her father. She wore a pretty silk dress that flowed out a little at the bottom and the longest veil! It was hard to see past the tulle fabric, but her smile was clear as day. It took forever for her to get to the front of the aisle, though. And when she did, Helen whipped out her viola and played a solo!

“Do you, Robert, take Marilyn to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the minister asked.

Robert smiled broadly. “Yes, I do.”

“And do you, Marilyn, take Robert to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” Marilyn replied.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Helen played the Here Comes the Bride song as Marilyn raised her veil, revealing her excited flushed face. It grew even more so when Robert raised her up! Now at eye level, they kissed.

Five years later, Robert and Marilyn went to their tenth anniversary reunion… with their kids! There was Charlotte, Tom and little baby June. Everyone thought they were so adorable! (And they thought Betty was the best aunt!)

The Wadlow couple lived in bliss and their family lived happily ever after. The end!

...

 “That was sweet,” Robert said. “Not a particularly realistic one, but it’s nice to think about marrying and starting a family,” He frowned at Betty’s look. “Not with Marilyn.”

“We’d have a minister at a wedding, not a priest. That’s Catholic,” Helen corrected her sister’s story. “I approve of the surprise viola solo, though.”

Eugene scoffed.

“What’s your problem with it, hmm?” Betty asked with a cross of her arms.

“It’s too happy. There needs to be excitement, tension!” Eugene said.

Just then, a pajama-clad Harold Jr. ran into the room.

“I know an exciting story!” he said.

He scrambled to the floor to give his idea of the future.

...

 It was five years from now. Harold Jr. was nearly nine years old, which is very grown up. He was now a Boy Scout just like his big brother!

“Okay, Scouts, we’re going to have a fun day today..” said Scoutmaster Big Brother.

Scoutmaster Big Brother was actually Robert! Harold Jr. thought it was so much fun to have Robert in the Scouts again. And Robert enjoyed being back.

“It’s time for the big swimming contest,” Scoutmaster Robert said. “So put on your swimsuits and meet at the lake.”

It didn’t take long for Harold Jr. to put on his swimsuit. He was the first one at the lake!

“Would you like to go first?” Robert asked.

“Yes, I would!” Harold Jr. said.

He started to put a foot in the water, but Robert stopped him.

“You need to wait for everyone else.” he reminded him.

Harold Jr. tried to wait, but the other Scouts were taking so long! Scoutmaster Robert went off to look for them. While he was gone, Harold Jr. dipped a toe in the water. It was just a toe! But then it became a foot, then an ankle, then a whole leg…

*SPLASH!*

Harold Jr. fell right into the water! He tried to swim up, but his shoe got caught on a rock. He was stuck! Through the water, he heard someone say something. It was a deep voice. He tried to reach up to the voice, but his breath was getting lost. He was getting so tired…

Just then, there was a big splash. Harold Jr. saw a huge hand grab his arm. It was Scoutmaster Robert! Harold Jr. pointed to the rock and his big brother swam down. He was strong enough to get the rock away from Harold Jr’s shoe. Then he grabbed Harold Jr. and took him up. Harold Jr. held on really tight as Robert swam through the water.

Finally, they heard a rushing sound. It was the air. They were free!

“Thank you, Scoutmaster Big Brother!” Harold Jr. said.

“You’re welcome,” Robert set his baby brother on the ground. “You need to remember to wait. See what happens when you don’t?”

“Yes, I do,” Harold Jr. felt all embarrassed because of that. “I’m sorry.”

Robert smiled. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. Are you still up for the race?”

“Yeah!”

Then Harold Jr. jumped in the water with the other Scouts. And this time, he made sure everyone else was ready! He only got fourth place, but that was okay. Harold Jr. knew his big brother’s love was enough.

...

 “Aww,” Betty said. “What a sweet story!”

“Yeah, that was great, Junior.” Robert agreed.

Harold Jr. gave a proud smile.

Eugene then said, “Here’s what I think will happen…”

...

 February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget. Robert was celebrating his twenty-third birthday in a rather… interesting way.

“I hereby declare Wadlow’s Shoes to be officially opened!” he hereby declared (whatever that means).

Then he cut a comically sized ribbon in front of him. As it fell back, Helen played a celebratory song on her viola. Betty and Harold Jr. applauded, smiles on their faces. Mom and Dad- I mean, Addie and Harold held each other close as they wiped away touched tears. The only family member missing was Eugene.

“I wonder where Gene is.” Robert wondered.

“He’s off getting a college degree,” Helen said. “But who needs him? There are plenty of people here already!”

Before anyone could speculate, a bunch of reporters pushed Helen aside. They pelted Robert with questions.

“Why did you decide to open up a shoe store?” one of them asked. “A fall out with Peter’s?”

“Oh, no, Peter’s and I are on good terms,” Robert said. “They helped fund this store. I’m very thankful for their donations!”

He led the reporters into the store. It was stocked with all kinds of shoes, from sneakers to heels and boots to slippers and even regular old dress shoes.

“Wait,” Harold said. “Where might your shoes be, son?”

“They’re right over here, Dad,” Robert told him. “Right in the display window.”

But when he pointed to the window, he was shocked to discover that one of them was missing!

“Where did it go?” Harold Jr. asked.

“I… I have no idea. It was here this morning,” Robert said, stunned. “Why, it was stolen!”

Gasps and whispers floated through the crowd.

“Oh my!” Addie exclaimed. “Who would do such a thing?”

Betty frowned as she said, “He did!”

She glared at the reporter with a point.

“Why would I do something like that?” the reporter asked. “I’m an honest man!”

“Oh, sure. You’d do anything for a story! Anything to stir up some drama.”

“I swear I didn’t take that shoe. I’ve never even stepped inside here until today!”

Helen started walking away, her viola in hand. She headed towards its case, which was tucked in the corner of the store.

“Wait a second,” Robert said. “I know who it was…”

Just then, Eugene walked in. He saw Helen walking past. The display window was right over her shoulder. His eyes widened.

“It was Eugene!”

“Wha- me?” Eugene asked in surprise. “What did I do?”

“You stole Big Brother’s shoe!” Harold Jr. said.

“I’ve been at college all day. There’s no way I could’ve done it.”

Harold stepped up. “Didn’t I ask you to check the store first since it’s on your route?”

“Yeah, but I just took a peek in. I was nowhere near the window.”

“Wait!” Robert exclaimed. “It’s Saturday. You couldn’t have been at college.”

“It was for one of my classes-”

“That’s it!” Helen yelled. “It wasn’t Gene…” She stepped up. “It was me!”

Everyone gasped.

“You stole my shoe?” Robert asked in shock.

“We should’ve known,” Betty said. “She was always pulling that stunt back in the day.”

Helen lowered her head. “Yes, I did. But Gene suggested it!”

Eugene flushed. “I only did it to distract everyone.”

“Why?” Harold Jr. asked.

“Everyone’s talking about Robert. We wanted reporters to give some attention to the rest of the family. Besides, we need a little excitement.”

Robert chuckled. “I think there’s enough excitement with the store opening! Fess up, Helen.”

After setting her viola in its case, Helen moved it aside. She opened a secret panel… and revealed the shoe!

“We’re sorry for causing all of this.” she apologized to Robert, the shoe in her hands.

“Yeah, we didn’t mean any harm,” Eugene added. “Just buzz.”

Robert smiled. “I understand. But before you put that shoe back…”

He turned to the reporters. Helen, Eugene and Robert all smiled as the camera snapped. They didn’t just capture Robert and his shoes… They captured everyone together.

...

 “What a story!” Betty exclaimed.

“Yeah, it had me on the edge of my seat.” Robert said.

“The plot twist was great,” Helen smiled at Eugene. “Nice job.”

Eugene smiled back. “Now that’s how you tell of the future.”

Just then, Harold Jr. let out a big yawn.

“Looks like it’s time to get to bed.” Robert said with a smile.

“No!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “I wanna hear the last story.”

Everyone looked at Helen expectantly. She looked down at the paper before giving her vision of the future…

...

 February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget.

A sweet sound floated through the air. It came from Helen’s viola.

“Bravo!” Harold Jr. cheered.

“Brava.” Eugene corrected him.

Helen bowed. “Thank you!”

“That was lovely, Helen,” Robert said. “Just like this birthday. It sure is nice to not be in front of crowds and whatnot!”

“Look, you’re in the paper!” Betty exclaimed.

She showed him the article. All it said was, ‘Robert Wadlow Celebrates Birthday. Robert Wadlow turned 23 years old today. His only wish was to not be bothered by reporters and admirers, which will definitely be respected. He’s spending today in the peaceful presence of family.’

“It’s certainly peaceful,” Robert said. “And I’m glad that it’ll be that way for the rest of time!”

...

 “That certainly sounds like an unforgettable day,” Robert remarked after Helen ended the story. “Although I doubt reporters will stop bugging me forever.”

Helen gave a shrug. “Who knows? Anything can happen.”

“That’s true,” Robert smiled at his siblings. “All of your stories were great. No matter what the future holds, I know it’ll be better with the ones I love.”

[dream-meister-translations]

EMILIO CHARACTER CARD #1

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I had left the federation headquarters to run some errands, when I came across the main street crowded with hundreds of people. EMMA : Hmm? Is there some kind of festival today? MALE : The knights have come home! FEMALE : Thank you for all your hard work! EMMA : (Oh, I see. Chevalier is returning from their latest expedition.) The Guild of Knights, Chevalier, is a guild of elite knights from various different countries, whose mission is to ensure the peace and tranquility of the world. It's headquarters is here, in Alstria, the land of knights. And it is under the direct control of the royal family.

EMMA : (You can tell by all the loud cheering just how important these knights are to the people of Alstria…) EMMA : ………. EMMA : (At the head of the group is Emilio.) EMILIO : ………. In that moment, I could have sworn our eyes met. Just as soon as those blue eyes landed on me, they shifted away as Emilio hopped down from his white horse and was ambushed by a small boy. BOY : Emilio! Emilio!! It's my dream to be your squire!! EMILIO : I am honored. I look forward to the day you join Chevalier. With a smile, Emilio patted the head of the boy who had ran up to him. Pushing through the crowd, he ignored the others and approached me directly. EMMA : Welcome back, Emilio. EMILIO : It's good to be back. Are you on your way back to the guild home? EMMA : Yeah. I was at the federation headquarters doing some business and then I got caught up running some errands. So I'm really late. EMILIO : I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind waiting here for a moment? EMILIO : Hey, good sir. If you're luggage is too heavy, I can offer you my aid. OLD MAN : Sir knight!? Why would you help someone lowly like me? EMILIO : It would be a disgrace for a knight to ignore a man in need. For the sake of my knighthood, please let me aid you. The knights of Chevalier are all very kind individuals. Emilio is one of them, but he seems to be of a very high rank among the order. And even more kind than most. EMMA : (He's like a knight on a white horse from a fairy tale.) EMILIO : Phew. That luggage was heavy. Sorry to keep you waiting. So, Emma. Let me escort you back to the guild home on horseback. EMMA : Oh, no! That's not necessary. The guild home is within walking distance, and you only just returned from a tiring expedition, Emilio. EMILIO : Ha-ha! We both are going to the same place, it isn't a problem at all. Besides, the sun is already setting. You shouldn't walk alone. Come now, let me protect you? EMMA : Well…Okay, If you insist. EMILIO : I do. May I have your hand, dear guild keeper? I'll pull you up. If you get scared of the shaking, feel free to hold onto me, okay? EMMA : Will do. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around my body as he held the reins, had my cheeks burning bright pink. Heat rushing across my flesh. I'd never been this close to him before. I could feel his chest press against my back with each trot of the horse. The trek to the guild home felt longer than usual. Perhaps because of my racing heart and nerves.

[primroseprime2019]

Through the Spider-Verse: Chapter 2- The Spider-Man HQ

"Hobie! Pavitr!" Gwen called out as she, Miles and Polina walked down to the main living room.

Polina looked around in amazement. 'There's so many... Spider People,' she thought nervously.

"Was wondering where you guys were!" Pavitr exclaimed as he ran over to them with Hobie and Jess following.

"Miles!" Pavitr exclaimed as he hugged Miles, surprising the other boy who laughed.

"Hello to you too," he chuckled. Hobie looked at Polina, "who's this?"

"Remember when I told you about Polina? She lives in Earth-777," Gwen said. Polina smiled shyly and waved.

Pavitr zipped up to her, "nice to meet you, Polina!" "H-hi," Polina stuttered with a small giggle.

"Hi, newbie," Hobie chuckled. Polina smiled, "hi."

"Gwen! Miles!"

She looked over to see Peter B. Parker and his daughter, Mayday.

"Hey, Pete," Miles chuckled. Mayday cooed and giggled happily, clapping her hands. Miles smiled and gently shook her hand.

"Hello to you too, Mayday," he chuckled. Polina smiled softly.

"It's great to meet you, Mayday," Polina said warmly.

Mayday reached out her tiny hand again, as if wanting Polina to hold it. Polina carefully took her hand and Mayday squealed with delight.

"She likes you," Peter B. Parker chuckled. "You must have a good aura."

Polina blushed and laughed. "I guess so."

As everyone got settled in the living room, Gwen turned to Polina. "So, Polina, what do you think of our little Spider-Verse here?"

Polina looked around at all the different versions of Spider-heroes and smiled. "It's incredible. I never imagined there could be so many different Spider-People. I feel honored to be among you all."

Gwen and Miles exchanged glances of pride. "We're glad to have you here," Miles said sincerely. "We can learn a lot from someone who's seen multiple dimensions."

The room fell into conversation, with everyone sharing their stories and experiences from their respective dimensions. Polina listened intently, impressed by their bravery, strength, and camaraderie.

As the evening continued, Polina felt more and more at ease with her new Spider-Verse friends. She knew she had found a special group that she could call family, no matter what dimension they came from.

"Do you guys have a leader?" Polina asked. Hobie huffed and chuckled, "not by choice."

Polina looked over at Pavitr, curious. "Why isn't it by your choice?"

Pavitr sighed. "Miguel has this... superhero complex. He's convinced that he's the superior Spider-Man and should be in charge of everything. Most of us don't really agree with him, but he's a good guy deep down. It's just his ego that gets in the way sometimes."

Gwen rolled her eyes playfully. "He's definitely a handful, but we've learned to deal with him."

Miles nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he means well, he's just overly confident."

Polina furrowed her eyebrows. "So, is he here right now?"

Hobie chuckled again. "Nope, luckily he's off on some other dimension hopping adventure. Probably bragging about how he's saving the day all by himself."

"Typical Miguel," Gwen muttered.

Just then, the interdimensional portal in the living room crackled with energy, and out stepped a tall figure in a futuristic Spider-Man suit. It was Miguel O'Hara.

"Speak of the devil," Miles muttered under his breath.

Miguel strutted into the room, a smug grin on his face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A new addition to our little group?"

Polina tensed up, feeling the weight of his scrutinizing gaze. But she stood her ground and smiled politely. "Hi, I'm Polina. Nice to meet you, Miguel."

Miguel's grin softened slightly, and he extended a hand towards Polina. "Welcome to the Spider-Verse, Polina. I hope you're ready for some Spider-fun."

Polina shook his hand, relieved that he didn't seem as intimidating as she had expected. "I'm excited to be here and learn from all of you."

The room resumed its usual lively chatter, with Miguel joining in and regaling them with his exaggerated tales. As Polina listened to their banter, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, even with Miguel's eccentricities. She was becoming a part of something much bigger than herself, and she couldn't wait to see where this Spider-Verse journey would take her.

After a while, Polina decided to do some exploring and she found herself in the bridge of HQ.

She looked around curiously before she saw Miguel looking over some orange screens.

Polina approached Miguel cautiously, not wanting to startle him. "Hey, Miguel. What are you working on?"

Miguel turned around, a faint smirk on his face. "Ah, Polina. Just analyzing some interdimensional data. Trying to make sense of the multiverse is quite a task, I must say." He glanced at her curiously. "What brings you here?"

Polina, a sense of adventure in her eyes. "I wanted to explore the HQ a bit more."

Miguel hummed softly but nodded his head before he looked back at the screens.

Polina tilted her head again before she hopped onto the railing and looked at the screens too. They were all of different dimensions. Even the ones that Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr were from.

"Which Earth are you from?" Miguel suddenly asked and Polina looked at him. She stared at him for a moment.

"Earth-777," she said cautiously, "why?"

He looked away, his eyes landing on another screen. "Curious, I suppose," he said.

Polina frowned a little and she fidgeted a little. She silently exhaled through her mouth before she jumped down from the platform.

Miguel watched her go out of the corner of his eye and he waited until she left the bridge. Lyla appeared beside him.

"You know you can't hide your curiosity when it comes to that one. You didn't do the same with Miles," she said.

Miguel sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know, Lyla. It's just... there's something about Polina. She's different, you know? And she's from a dimension... a dimension I thought was lost."

Lyla tilted her head slightly, processing the information. "I understand your curiosity, Miguel. But be careful, the multiverse is a delicate web. We mustn't interfere too much with it."

Miguel nodded in agreement. "You're right, Lyla. I'll try to keep my distance. But if there are answers to be found, I can't help but wonder what they might reveal."

Lyla gave him a knowing look before fading away into the digital interface. "Just remember, sometimes the answers we seek may lead us down unexpected paths. Be prepared for what you might find, Miguel."

Miguel took a deep breath, his mind filled with questions and possibilities. He returned his focus to the screens, determined to continue his analysis. But a sense of unease lingered within him as he wondered about the secrets that Polina's dimension might hold.

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 17 “W-what..Have..You..Done.”

The sound of many footsteps came from the forest as everyone outside the mountain at this moment ran as fast as they could to try and aid those affected by the attack, over half of the whole giant mountain was vaporized with many explosives to dig new homes causing a chain reaction knocking more and more of the mountain down on-top of everyone inside. Kÿr ran in a panic with the two guards looking on ahead as the forest caught ablaze very quickly, whole chunks of the mountain falling by them as they went further and further in, but in all that hurried action the Elder and Hijìn were ahead. Yet, even in all his fear the Elder would look towards the human and only see one sight. Straightforward gaze, emotionless stare, burrowed eyebrows filled with nothing more than hatred, and even though he was gritting his teeth he had to hold himself back from letting his emotions take over as his eyes slightly watered in frustration..

Forgone~ I told you dumbass..I'm always right..and now you deal with the consequences of your ignorance to me Hijìn..

The fires grew in ferocity, their rippling white and blue glow radiated immense heat blocking the paths of any near, even in weakness of old age the Elder stood forth amidst getting burned helping those he could. Flames shot out like giant explosions in all directions sending trees straight to the ground from their strength, one of the guards faltered for a moment in the pursuit of some younglings just as many large structure supporting trees collapsed on top of them. Kÿr jolted back in fear of losing his trainer, his mentor, a good person he could call family he's made good acquaintance with since he's been here, taking it to high gear and running back for the guard to try and help them only to be turned away. "Wait No! Lemme help you ya darn idiot! That's too much even for you let's go!", Kÿr shouted out in desperation to the other wanting this to blow over once more and everyone to be safe again, yet, the guard didn't budge and only looked back at the feline with a calm look on their face. Flames burning off their skin as the flames spread rapidly the guard shot out one of their arms tossing two of the younglings they managed to save to Kÿr who struggled for a moment but held the large babies in his arms, with a loud commanding bellow to the Sirlàn, Kÿr with a heavy heart clenched his teeth in frustration and ran off with the babies leaving the guard to it all. Having made that one moment made like an eternity by his own young ignorance Kÿr turned back, Kÿr's dark sealed eyes and the eyes of his mentor locked on together one last time, another explosion to the far right causing a shockwave to send a wall of flame between them never to be seen again. "Vijírre..Viùrkäl..Mïníqe.., I'll honor that wish.." ...

  Surviving tribe members managed to reach the underground hidden sector of the mountain fortress, seeking shelter from the ever so growing flames outside as the Elder lead them inside one by one making sure everyone was safe until having to go back out there to find more of his people. Third degree burns scarred his already worn down and exhausted body, but each passing second he feels his mind waver he thumps his chest with his knuckles and reignites his primal rage, Blood..~, repeating it in his mind whenever he feels the need to keep his body alive. Running back into the flames one final time the Elder vanished behind the white and blue wall of death leaving those he escorted in the safe hands of the second guard and now arriving Kÿr, "Augh! A-Augh!..F-ff..Fuck!", Kÿr coughed out in a wheezing pain from all the ash and smoke buildup in the air as he entered the shelter. Beating of one's chest the Guard helped the final remaining tribe members enter inside of the shelter before closing it, "H-hey ?! Aren't we gonna wait for the chief? A-aand Hijìaan?! You aren't gonna leave them out there right?!", Kÿr beckoned in a worrisome tone looking up to the hulking beast only to get a hand response telling him to silence. "H-HEY YOU BETTER ANSWER M-..", Kÿr was quickly silenced by the Guard with one finger on his mouth, he was about to shout again until the soft crunching sound of footsteps approached the area of the shelter.

  Eyes widened in abject terror looked around hoping to find a backup way to escape as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer and nearer, believing it to be Hijìn Kÿr moved the hand away and tried to scurry over to the shelter door to try and open it getting slightly uplifted by his friends return after they all got separated from many explosions. Grabbed and mouth covered by a smaller member of the tribe Kÿr was yanked back from the door as everyone else moved away, the footsteps inched ever so slightly near the hidden entrance with the Sirlàn getting more and more frustrated he's being held back from seeing his friend, just as he squirmed his way out of the hold and his feet hit the ground he immediately paused almost like a statue. "I..watched..the Moon~ I let it run my Mood~ She could not stop thinking..~ of..You-..So I took out her gun~...and blew her brains out too~..", a melody repeated over and over again in a near perfect singing voice ringing just outside the shelter door, Kÿr nearly shit himself where he stood as he turned and faced everyone else having the same look on their face only aimed at the door being their only safety from what lurked about outside.

  Black eyelashes fluttering covering void, slightly blue blinded eyes, gazed about the totaled surroundings looking for any easy pickings, hands of crushed individuals being walked over by dark leather-like boots as they made their way around. A severed arm being tossed to the side as their fresh blood coated the individuals light green skin, "If I were to Hide my Love~...who would Keep it from Me~..My Heart burns so true~..Why did it die so soon~..", softly sang from accursed black tainted lips revealing it to be the cause..V. She scouted the destruction she had just caused wanting to pick off any stragglers, but as she passed around and softly sang many songs implying many hints of desire she had her dead beady white eyes on one prey item, the brown haired, one blind eye having, chain wielding, filthy dog that dug her face in a long time ago. She grabbed her lower jaw and forcibly jerked it to the side as a crack was heard, wincing in discomfort V lightly chuckled out, "Jaw has never been the same huh..Hèr'La is gonna absolutely love the gift I bring back to her today..she's gonna rip her small golden heart out and feed it to me for how happy she'll be I just know it!", exclaimed out in a cocky tone as some more explosions rang off not so far away causing her white silky hair to blow in all directions. Facing away as she slowly brushed her hair behind her elongated elf like ears she would smile to herself only to say, "Here comes the Butcher~", giggling under her breath as she slowly turned around; Out from the flames past her with a infuriated look on their face, fists clenched, posture corrected, chained wrapped around their arms ending with serrated blades, and armor branding his peoples mark of the all father, Hijìn stepped out of the flames one step at a time staring the woman down for all she has done not only to him but his family his people for their own amusement. The white fire blew past Hijìn yet he never wavered in his motions, the flames solely tickled his hardened flesh as he was only focused on one thing and one thing only...making it right to all those she had killed, and to stop this endless cycle of killing with one final sacrifice.

  Swift brush of her hair back and the fun having look on her face V made her stance against the man whom once defeated her, a dark-like energy rippled deep within her soul so harshly it even caused Hijìn to hesitate to take another step, only pushing forward with his own will growing stronger. A final step onto a stone platform surrounded entirely by the rubble remains of the mountain sent a shockwave of air blasting a large portion of the flames back, he wasn't having any of this playful mannerisms not by someone such as her, such a sick and demented mind and yet she postures herself here as if meeting an old friend- it drove him mad, but one thing he had to keep tempered was his anger. Hijìn couldn't risk going all in with the Beast technique and reveal if not worse kill his friends and family hiding twenty meters away in a underground bunker, just her face..her damnable face made it all the worse, a shallow yet familiar voice echoing in his head saying, 'I wish I could pummel her face again one last time..that whore~ I can't wait to end this once and for all~..'.

  Eye twitching in annoyance as if she heard that message from within Hijìn's head made V take a few steps towards the man, Hijìn kept his eyes on her at all times keeping his body tense and nerves on a knifes edge as she drew nearer. She kept a soft smile across her face with those black lying lips, her eyes analyzing his body from head to toe with each step she got closer until she moved her hand up slowly attempting to touch him, but just as swiftly he smacked them away and stared her down. Playfully she rubbed her hand, "Owww~ you don't have any formality, you can't be any fun for the while little Hijìn~?, Father won't take it so kindly you hit his daughter..", smiling as she looked up to him she tried it again only for her hand to be blocked by Hijìn who felt even more agitated from her attempts to be joyful after her horrid actions so much it started to eat at his subconscious. "Your daddy never taught you any manners Hmn..? Guess hanging out with feral predators does nothing but weaken the senses~ it's just a touch.. where's the harm~", She teased at him causing him to grow even more uncomfortable causing him to take a step back, V stepped forward and delicately passed her soft light green skin hands over his chest plate, her fingers running up one by one up his neck till she finished at his cheek cupping it. Hijìn twitched in discomfort as he felt her soft warm hands rest upon his face, his mind shouting at him to quickly run back and protect yourself, his heart beating at light speed as time felt like it slowed down all around them. Hijìn and V's eyes locked down for the moment of time was shared between them, set off he tried to jerk back, but just as he tried she held his cheek and would mutter from those Black Death ridden lips, blood from her killings setting on his face, "You've done some work..I can see that- Pfft kind of cute really..this is their blood, your families blood..Tehehe~ it suits you so well, seeing it on you..makes me want more you know~", V softly whispered to him as they stood right in front of one another, chests almost setting upon one another, just she had one final thing to say as Hijìn in shock glanced at her blood soaked hand, "Pfft..Like it too~?.....You're. Gonna. Die.". His eyes moving back to meet hers as now he was the one moving in slow motion, she smiled one last time as many arrow shots ranging from sizes of ballista rounds to even several dozen meters came out of the surrounding forests all coming for him at the same time. "Have...Fun..~", V said as she moved back still moving way faster than he can even react, but not without turning around for a second and slowly blowing a kiss to him as she stepped far enough back to sit down on a boulder and watch it all happen with the man Hijìn standing in the death trap.

V pat her lap a few times in glee from it all getting nothing but the sweet sweet nectar of revenge for someone touching up her face, although she has been served worse by many in her eons of life she had a deep gritted impression of the pummeling he gave her, solely because she had to have her younger sister see it all in the end. She loathed it, she couldn't bear to have her younger sister gaze upon her in a sign of weakness, a sign of a mutilated pathetic excuse of a huntress..a huntress she always desired to be. Faint memory of that conversation perverted by her own delusions never changed the end result, many cycles ago it pissed her off by one separation, the separation of family and a deep sacrifice. Her gleeful demeanor changing to one of annoyance and somber regret as she saw all the arrows slowly whizz by her and the target she's been planning for standing right in the middle, "You never listen it's simple! Put the Bow down and forget all this crap I don't need your protection!", a voice echoed in her mind as she began to reminisce on it. V punched the boulder beneath her cracking it underneath her strength as the thoughts keep flooding in, "You know I love you, but you never say it back you just stare at me- sometimes...sometimes I question if you even care about me..sis I-I'm sorry if I'm not kind enough to you or if I don't seem as innocent as I used to but I want you to know I always love you..". The voices rang again as V slapped herself, materializing her bow in her left and shooting another arrow towards Hijìn waiting for it to strike in all the spare time, she was moving so fast he events haven't been started yet and it seemed as if in Hijìn's eyes she was still holding his cheek. "You never fuckin loved me you loved that little emotional toy of a Sirlàn..", V muttered to herself in a inner dialogue as more and more inner thoughts came in. "We can leave this all behind us..it doesn't have to be this way we can change! Sis your special you really are, V you can see the freakin future it's amazing, Your Amazing! If only you could see that with those special eyes of yours I know we wouldn't have to be here all alone and miserable..", V held the bow and stared at the man growing more and more irritated but also upset, "I should've never said it I should've never said it I should've never said it I should've never said it I shouldn't I shouldn't I shouldn't!", V said to herself over and over again as the memo of 'Your so cool Sis!' Echoed over and over again in her head before she finally stopped and put the bow down saying one last time, "I..shouldn't have said it to you..because..be-cause..I-..I hate having to go to sleep..and..", she clenched her hands tightly around the bow until she snapped, "I shouldn't have told you because I always sleep seeing the way you DIE HÈR'LA!".

Time had caught up and the arrow barrage caused a massive explosion when it collided with the target, V gripped her face and growled out in annoyance from the shockwave of green light passing right by her, "You..I know well that didn't do shit to you- that was just a test..filthy fuck- you made her into that and I'll be damned if I don't have your head on a platter!", V screamed out to the cloud of dust after thrusting her left hand to the side and materializing more arrows into her palm already knowing what will ensue. She hopped off the now pile of rubble fragments of the boulder to confront the man waiting for the dust to settle, from the dust approaching footsteps grew nearer and nearer by the moment, she burrowed her eyebrows in annoyance getting impatient by it all as she jerked her arm back loading an arrow in her bow ready to shoot. From the dust unscathed came Hijìn with the same look on his face as he had prior, the blood wiped off his face in her disrespect of his people, but the instant she shot the arrow Hijìn moved his face to the side and paused. Confused V moved her bow down still holding down the bowstring at the man and just as she was about to arm another Hijìn would face her holding her shot arrow in his teeth crushing it with one bite, spitting out the green chunks of jade onto her very face in disgust in the same instant he gripped his bladed chains ready to rip her asunder.

Green chunks of jade hit the ground after falling from her face and the first thing she did was vanish for a moment and collide fists with the man whom did the same, his training was enough to keen his senses so even her small tricks couldn't do anything, but for someone such as her there much always be something in her back pocket. This is just the beginning. Flashes of her sisters gruesome death pop up in her mind, a shadow of a man lingering over her corpse with a toothy grin, tar like tentacles surrounding the scene as it consumed her from within- this is what she has been fighting against this whole time. Sure she has been disrespected, but the fight V has been wanting to end is the one where a man kills her sister, pfft no that's entirely wrong open your eyes and you'll notice it just see. Two individuals stand face to face, their wills clashing but unified, planet scorched and uninhabitable, all others void of life, and the end of all as we know it mark our future. Consumed by the desire to change the fate bestowed upon her by mother fates powers at birth, not only does she desire to end this man's life for he is a threat to all living things, but she wishes to end the cycle of rebirth..the cycle of eternal Blessings..

Their fists colliding each time made their forearms twitch from the strength of both parties, Hijìn grit his teeth as he pushed and V yelled out in rage doing so in return, feet planted to the ground the two would slowly start to crack the ground under the force of the resistance. Soon immediately vanishing and clashing once more but with Hijìn's blade getting blocked by V's Crystalline Jade bow, his mood on a knifes edge as with one foul action on her part and he goes ape shit, not only did she disrespect his people but she mutilated their corpses and slaughter them for sport. His time was ticking like an atom bomb and his only reassurance was Kÿr who was hidden up in a bunker only twenty meters away in the hazard zone for the fight ready for ensue, eyes locking one another as they clashed weapons once more V would glare at Hijìn just as her arm rippled with a dark-like pulsing energy before she punched the man in the gut so hard it caused another shockwave knocking more debris and dust everywhere. Staggering he winced for but a moment until he was sent toppling back into the tree line, his path making a open gateway through the dying out flames as all she could do was glance at her palm and clench her fist with more energy pulsing through her, smiling she would stare out until vanishing to pursue him. It is all void and what's less this could have been avoided if Hèr'La was here, thought Kÿr as he heard the heavy thump from outside followed by many sounds of breaking trees and smashing of stone fade overtime- "Maybe I should go I need to do something!", he beckoned only to turn back and see all of the tribe members try to make him stay, concerned for his friends safety but also the peoples as well he got to a ultimatum. "I'll stay for a bit...but if I hear something come up- uhhuh..I'll go check and if it's nothing I'll come back regardless.. ultimatum solved haha-..eheh..idiot Hijìn I hope you know what your doing..". Kÿr said as he stared up at the shelter door hearing all the heavy thumping and vibrations of the grounds in the distance being so hard it still shook the shelter down to its core..dark pit of safety or a locked inside death trap..only time will tell- or Fate Foretell~

Forthcoming, the same lavish brown and purple room, golden decorations scattered about, fine wood furniture, and the ceiling painted a beautiful mural of a far off galaxy. Stars dotted across the ceiling above you bring back many memories of when you were younger, the rooms empty now, you've abandoned it..why? Greater purposes are given to those who've loved, who've lived countless lives, and who've suffered enough tragedy, yet you stand there abject with nothing else to fight for. Soft feeling of your bed covers and the beautiful view to the world you were born in bring back such comfort, call back to those times one last time..V, stop living in those illusions..it's time we all grow up..

The Hydra isn't our Father V..I just wish..I-I..I just wish you saw that too..I-I'm sorry..we're done..-

[gucciwins]

Actors on Actors 

Y/N Belmonte and Pedro Pascal rave about each other's past projects and speak of what to see next for them.

Word count: 2670

A/N: Hi friends! It certainly has be awhile. This is an extra part to my story Love on Tour. This new piece is an insight to her acting and what her future looks like as she speaks with a friend. I chose Pedro Pascal because why not! and because he's great. Also because he's part of the Latinx community :) So please enjoy, I had fun with these. Remember if you want to see something about Bel and Harry just shoot me an ask <3

The Chilean and Mexican duo are one you have not had the pleasure of seeing on your screens, but that changed today (electronic devices for now). When Pascal and Belmonte were placed in the room together, they hugged like family and began chatting like old friends. That's because they were. They met at a party–that's all we got as neither of them could stop laughing long enough to tell the complete story.

Pedro Pascal and Y/N Belmonte got photoshoot ready. Pascal rocked a pastel pink suit that was tailored to him perfectly. While Belmonte wore a loose-fitting velvet green suit that complimented Pascal well. Each photo together ended with a laugh as they worked to make the other laugh. It was clear by how easily our photographer captured their photos how much they enjoyed being in front of the camera. Belmonte stayed behind the scenes cheering on Pascal as he was directed to each new pose. Pascal did the same but went up a notch, going full dad mode, screaming how proud he was and "to work it." It's safe to say these photos will become everyone's favorites.  

Pascal was quick to rave about Y/N Belmonte's acting and how she has a foot in every door for just about everything. Not Marvel, Belmonte was prompt to input. That reigns true, she doesn't say if she's auditioned or if she's been offered a role, but we're all waiting for the day another Latina graces the screen. Salma Hayek and Xochitl Gomez have got it covered, but hey, I'm sure Kevin Feige has a way to get my number if needed. Pascal laughs, stating he'd personally make a new role for her in his series, The Mandalorian. Belmonte assured him she could get her own roles, but she appreciated the offer. 

It was apparent they were big fans of one another. They went back and forth complimenting their latest work but also their earliest. It's easy to say you're a fan, but they clearly have a strong love for each other. 

Belmonte: The Mandalorian was a captivating series because your acting relied heavily on your voice and the emotion you had to convey. We went from a stoic Mando to seeing him care for Grogu as a father would. Going to the ends of different galaxies to protect and save his child. I was in awe because you did stunts and wore big armor, but the impact of you as an actor could be seen in your character. And with a third season coming, I feel honored to see you act. 

Pascal: Stop it. I'm serious. I'm twenty years your elder, and yet I feel that I am learning from you. The grace you hold—I swear you've probably had it all your life. The way you speak of me, I feel that I talk of you whenever I hear your name brought up, and if I'm not in the conversation, then I'll insert myself because I love talking about you with others. 

Pascal: She sings, dances, acts, and directs! What can't she do? 

Belmonte: Knit, it seems. Somehow everything I make ends up too big or too small. 

Pascal: Or has a weird hole somewhere. My sweater is a mix of this royal blue and light pink. 

Belmonte: In my defense, I ran out of yarn. You love it, though!

Pascal: I do. I do. It's made with love. You picked up knitting for your anxiety, right?. 

Belmonte: As much as I love acting, sometimes scenes require so much from me that I need a way to calm down, and focusing on my hands and a pattern is a way I found that helps. 

Pascal: It's important to look after ourselves. It might seem odd, but I agree. I can't knit, but it works for you. Just sitting in silence can go a long way. 

Belmonte: Self-care is underappreciated. Oscar taught me this fantastic breathing technique, which works wonders. 

Pascal: Speaking of, we share a common friend.

Belmonte: Oscar Isaac. 

Pascal: He's just marvelous and unforgettable. 

Belmonte: So funny. Always has me in tears, that man. I miss him.

Pascal: Moon Knight, that was brilliant. 

Belmonte: I was in awe. I knew he was great, but he just shined. I love his duality as an actor, taking on a role and making it his own. Marvel for going in a different direction of storytelling. Very beautiful.

Pascal: I visited him on set.

Belmonte: Me Too! 

Pascal: Not that Marvel knows.

Belmonte: I was never there. 

Pascal: We should have dinner or lunch or anything together.

Belmonte: I'm living in London now when I'm not busy filming, so if you or Oscar offer a guest room, I'm there.

Pascal: You're family. The door is always open. 

Belmonte: Pedro, I will cry. Stop.

Pescal: You are, pequeña.

Belmonte: I remember you invited me to a family barbeque, and I showed up with my chicken salad even though you specifically said not to bring anything. I was like, I can not show up empty-handed, and I know everyone raves over this dish I make. 

Pascal: My family raved about the dish for ages. They still do. Think a cousin of mine proposed that night. 

Belmonte: He did. He cried when his mother said no because he was only ten. I felt at home when I walked into your family, and I'll always be grateful because your family treated me as one of them.

Pascal: That is because you are part of the family. Remember when you introduced me to your boyfriend, I think he was scared.

Belmonte: H was nervous. I hyped you up so much, only for you to tease him for not bringing you some of his nail polish or sweaters. 

Pascal: It's nice. I will never say no to gifts. 

Belmonte: He was so red. I hadn't seen him blush that much since when we first started dating. 

Pascal: I did receive a package, though, with lots of his items. I was pleased. 

Belmonte: H asked me for your address, and I told him he didn't have to, that you were only joking, but he assured me he wanted to. A gift, he said, for being so kind to him and always looking out for me.

Pascal: I'm glad he didn't listen to you. 

Belmonte: He usually does. 

Pascal: Do people know who you're dating? Or is this just ominous?

Belmonte: People know, I'm assuming, and if they don't, I'm sure they'll just google it.

Pascal: Good old google.

Belmonte: Should we go back to speaking about your movies and shows? I've got lots to say.

Pascal: As do I. 

I feel your work speaks for itself. You're booked and busy, and I'm in awe of you. 

Belmonte: Pedro—

Pascal: No en serio. The rolls you take range differently, and you make them each your own. For example, you worked with a dialect coach in Queen Gambit's because of your accent and learned Russian. That's not easily done. You learn from those around you and treat everyone with the utmost respect. A testament that you're someone who surrounds herself with good people. 

Belmonte: I'm not crying, but if I were, that would be totally okay. I appreciate that; I really do. I admire you. I love seeing you on the big screen. That Hispanic culture is being represented. You're also very loved by the fans and the ladies. 

Your IMDb speaks for itself. You take rolls that don't fit any mold, which is fantastic. In Wonder Women 1984, you got to play a villain, but he was also a father. The duality you showed for the two greatest needs he was searching for were apparent, and that film ending speaks for itself. 

Pascal: Each character comes to life as soon as that camera rolls, and I just want to honor our writers and team. 

Belmonte: When I work on new projects, I always enjoy speaking with the screenwriter because I want to see their character's vision and what more I can do to make that a possibility. 

Pascal: I'll speak on this briefly because I can go on forever if you let me, and I know you won't, but your show, The Dance of Life, was one of the best. Taking that chance on a script that was based entirely on grief and allowing you the opportunity to put everything you have in there only made you better as an actor. I remember recommending the show for Oscar to watch, and he called me in the middle of the night, cursing my name for showing him the show. It's how Y/N met Oscar, actually.  

Belmonte: That show was healing in the strangest of ways. I'm no stranger to grief, and it wasn't until I experienced it did I realize that it's not linear or has specific rules one has to follow. I was allowed to bring that into the set and spoke with the writers and teams about what worked and didn't. To have them listen and appreciate what I was saying reminded me of the importance of this story. One of my proudest works to this day still.

Pascal: As did the world because that earned you your very first Emmy at twenty-three, making you the youngest to receive the award. 

Belmonte: You say that like a proud dad. 

Pascal: I am. Not your dad, but proud. I took you under my wing, and I'm here to support you in whatever way, knowing your life story. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but I'm very proud. 

Belmonte: That means–that means the world. For so long, I thought this industry would swallow me whole and felt that I'd have no support, but the support I have found is endless, and I'm grateful. This role opened many doors for me, and I will forever be thankful. 

Pascal: Are there any roles you miss? 

Belmonte: I don't miss the characters, but the crew. I feel like I make friends everywhere I go. For example, Alex is a costume designer I met on the set of my second film, and now I'm the godmother to his child. Frances was the head of engineering, and we meet up for coffee every time I'm in Atlanta. Helene is a beautiful friend who always helps at her daughter's bakery when she's not on set as a personal assistant. Taking the time and getting to know the crew makes for a great and safe work environment. 

Pascal: Remembering names and something about them is a joy because you see them for months on end, so of course, you want to remember them. It's essential that we're all on the same team. 

Belmonte: My mum always told me that kindness is given freely, but respect is earned. 

Pascal: Wise words. Mothers do seem to know best. 

Belmonte: Very true. H's mother is someone I go to for a chat sometimes when I need that extra support or unbiased view because I know she'll tell it to me straight. I'm thankful for that. 

Pascal: I'm glad you have that. If she ever gets sick of you, give my mother a call.

Belmonte: Doubt it, but good to keep in mind if she's ever too busy for me. 

Pascal: As if. I drop everything I'm doing when you call. 

Belmonte: Even when you're reading a script. 

Pascal: Even then, it means you're saving me from work. How do you practice remembering the script? I feel like my methods have changed over the years. 

Belmonte: I'll read the entire script when it's given to me, and then I'll go back adding notes for myself or others sometimes. When I first started, I'd memorized the entire script, and being so young, I felt like I had so much to prove. Knowing the script helped, of course, but knowing line for line doesn't allow for that element of not knowing what's coming to get yourself in your character's mindset. Now I just practice with others, and it seems to work well. My boyfriend practices with me. 

Pascal: Does it go well?

Belmonte: Nope. He is the sweetest. He's also an actor, got two films under his belt and two to be released this year, but I feel he's genuine in his acting, which isn't bad. Not at all, just that he acts with his heart on his sleeve. He allows himself to wear his character's emotion authentically because he hasn't differentiated the difference just yet. He is not good at lying, which is why his work is so excellent because he's giving himself away. 

Pascal: He's genuine. That's amazing; I will take notes when I see his films. 

Belmonte: He's a beautiful actor, but it's clear we have different styles. 

Pascal: Don't worry, this is just his side job. This field is yours, always has been.

Belmonte: Pedro! It's not even that. I hope he continues auditioning because he has so much potential, and I want everyone to see it as well. 

Pascal: He'd be perfect for a RomCom. 

Belmonte: He'd love that. 

Pascal: You'd love it. 

Belmonte: A true joy that would be.

Pascal: Cast him and you as the leading love interests. I'll be your father. 

Belmonte: And Oscar? 

Pascal: Your other father or a weirdly involved uncle. I don't know, we'll write him in somehow.

Belmonte: Someone, please begin with the script. 

Pascal: Contact our managers, please! Once it's ready, we're on board. 

Belmonte: You're wrapping up filming The Last of Us soon. 

Pascal: I am. It's been a great experience. The cast and crew I've had the privilege of working with had become family. It's important because you spent so much time with them and now we're all saying goodbye. I hope to see them soon or even work with them again.

Belmonte: Do you have something lined up next, or take a break and see what happens? 

Pascal: Roles aren't falling in my lap, Y/N. 

Belmonte: What!? No–

Pascal: Era una broma. Relajate. 

(It was a joke. Just relax.)

Belmonte: Pedro, I will call your mother after this. 

Pascal: No, I do like taking breaks. Sometimes I have something lined up, but this was over a year-long production. It's a series I am really proud of, and I feel like I deserve a break. You seem to go year-round. What were you working on early this year?

Belmonte: Foe in Australia with Paul Mescal, with whom I've had the pleasure of working. Finishing up the last few days of The White Lotus. 

Pascal: See what I mean, booked and busy. But you like it, I presume?

Belmonte: I love it. I love the go go go moments, but I have come to realize that I do need breaks in there. My boyfriend was a big help in developing that. I love having a reason to slow down because work is not everything at the end of the day. 

Pascal: He's got a fabulous job. 

Belmonte: It's something unique. We'll get you out to a show, promise. 

Pascal: The most important news dropped, I feel, was you being announced as Princess Irulan in the sequel of Dune. 

Belmonte: It was…it was very competitive. I thought I wouldn't get it. I was sure the call would not come, and to my shock, not to Viola, my manager; she was smug, stating she knew I was perfect for the role. We're set to begin filming at the end of summer. So I'm glad to look forward to that.

Pascal: The waiting is scary, I understand, but congratulations. The cast is already so excellent, so adding you on feels perfect. 

Belmonte: Everyone is kind, sent welcoming messages, and called me. I already feel very welcomed and am excited for what is to come. 

Pascal: What will you do now? 

Belmonte: Now? Get some lunch. My boyfriend is picking me up, you're welcome to join. We can practice his Spanish some more. 

Pascal: Well, I can't say no to that. 

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[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

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“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”