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The Angel of Death Pt38

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“I believe I’ve made myself quite clear sir.” Tris responded calmly, but inside she was cursing and calling herself every word she could come up with for ‘idiot’ or worse. Not only had she endangered herself in one moment of rage, she’d endangered the Kwami and the people who thought of her as a friend. She needed to get them all away and prepare them for the League to descend on Paris. There was no way word wouldn’t get back to Talia now and everyone who knew her was in danger. What the hell was wrong with her?

“I suppose you have, but I still think we should talk. You seem to be under the impression that Damian is still in contact with, or even connected to Talia, but I can assure you he’s not. I would also like to know what the connection between you two is.” Tris finally took the time to look at Damian’s threads. There was a dark purple thread connecting him to Mr. Wayne and various others, some lighter, going off in one direction. The anger she felt at that surprised her but considering he was the reason she only had one familial connection it annoyed her that he got to have those relationships. Maybe it was petty, but she couldn’t help it at the moment. What really caught her attention was the inky black thread that was running in the same direction as her own. She had to wonder what had caused Talia to turn on her precious son.

“We’re soulmates.” Tris glared at Damian’s bored tone in response to his father. He’d always put on an apathetic front about their string that annoyed her to no end.

“We were soulmates. That bond was severed and luckily for me it shows no signs of reforming.” She saw something flash in his eyes but it was too fast to get a good read on it. His father looked like he’d just been slapped. For her part she was doing her best not to look at the string between them. It was a rather nauseating greenish orange which was bad enough, but it was also pulsing in a way that left her with a sense of dread.

“Damian has changed a lot in the last few years, perhaps if you two got to know each other again your bond would have a chance to come back.” She couldn’t help the wan look she shot at the man. In any other case perhaps a red string was something to be cherished and protected. In this instance it absolutely wasn’t.

“Sir, being connected to your son destroyed my life in a way I’ll never be able to recover from. I’m not insane or stupid enough to invite that influence back in to see how much worse things can get.” The man looked like he wanted to argue further but Damian put a hand on his arm.

“She’s right. Our bond began weakening the moment we met. My death simply allowed the universe to correct a mistake.” His tone was… strange. The Damian she remembered would have been smug because he was no longer connected to a worthless burden like her, but now… from anyone else she’d call it wistful. It didn’t make any sense. She finally looked at the people around them and noted the mass confusion. They’d held the entire conversation in Arabic and she was glad for it. She was going to get interrogated regardless, but she’d rather not give them too much information. Mr. Wayne was looking between her and Damian obviously trying to decide if he should push the issue. Eventually he just sighed, pulled out a business card, and held it out to her. Tris just blinked at him.

“In case you ever change your mind, or if you need anything.”

“I won’t.” The man pinched the bridge of his nose before glaring at her.

“Just take it to make me feel better.” She looked at Damian to get a better idea of what his intentions were but he just looked amused.

“I assure you that I can find your information on my own should I require it. I don’t understand why giving me a piece of cardstock makes you feel better.” Domain actually coughed to cover a laugh and it stunned her for a moment. She’d never seen him show things so openly. It was creepy.

“None of these numbers are publicly available and I would feel better knowing you have them should you need help. Especially with Talia currently in the wind.” So he was trying to monitor her movements. That was something to look into later.

“She’s in Norway for the next few days, then likely will be heading to the Congo.” Once Tris realized the woman was looking for the Angel of Death she’d started taking jobs in the most random pattern she could manage. It was rather amusing watching the woman chase her trail. Both Damian and his father were looking at her like she’d grown a second head. “That woman already ruined my life once, I’m not about to let her sneak up on me to do that or worse again. I assure you I’m prepared for most scenarios, and if it’s something I’m not prepared for chances are high I wouldn’t be able to contact you anyway. They’re pretty much zero that you’d get to me in time to help even if you could.”

“You may as well just take it. If you don’t he’ll start monitoring your movements as well and I’m sure you don’t want that.” She let out an involuntary scoff at Damian’s assumption they’d be able to monitor her. Even without the Kwami to help, they’d only see what she allowed.

“You can try, but unlike you I haven’t been living the high life the past three years. I’ve been on my own evading your mother and everyone else in the League who thought it was a good idea to use me to get at you. I don’t care how good you think you are, you don’t stand a chance of following me if I don’t let you.” She couldn’t help the bitterness in her tone. The look of shock on Damian’s face that said he hadn’t even considered what her life had been like didn’t help her mood at all.

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frozen-elsa-annawrites · 4 years ago

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There she was , a breathtaking sight to behold , his breath hitches in his throat and tears of joy threaten to fall. Her sapphire eyes burned right through him , directly to his hammering heart. Tearful green eyes gazed on at his soon to be wife , his white gloves brushing against his sweaty palms due to rampant nerves that ate away at him. He swallows hard as lump forms in his throat and wills his body temperature to lower. Elsa senses his discomfort from the end of the aisle and sends a light wintery breeze in order to cool him down , he smiles gratefully.

Elsa looked radiant in her, a-line , off the shoulder wedding dress. The frost fabric sparkled with every sliver of light that poured into the chapel, the lace that decorated the bodice , the long sleeved lace depicted flowers and ornate wintery snowflakes that looked beautiful against her pale skin. Her wavy hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders , framing her pretty face to perfection. The veil , now that was a sight to see , it reflected beautifully in the light , the ultra fine frost fabric looked like glass in the chapel. Her golden tiara adorned her platinum blonde locks. Hans wishes Elsa could see herself the way he saw her.

He was unsure of how he had gotten past Elsa's frosty exterior , they just had a connection from the start , the silent yearning between the pair over the years had become too powerful for them to not give into each other. The pair were once famed for clashing , and having hour long arguments in the study , especially amongst the royalty - so this marriage had come at a complete surprise to everyone.

The whole room drifted away as Hans could only think of her , look at her and appreciate her , as their connected gaze never faltered. He could sense she was nervous too, for she also felt anxiety about large gatherings but also , nervous and paranoid that her bump was on show. It was perfectly concealed amongst the fabrics and the bouquet of flowers certainly helped to hide it. Eugene nudged Hans, whistling suggestively as If to congratulate him on winning the heart of such a kind and beautiful creature. Eugene felt pride for his best friend , and was looking forward to the day he and Rapunzel would be married officially. He smiles , their wedding was fast approaching , and he couldn't wait.

Hans couldn't believe it , he was to be her husband , it was so fantastical therefore it seemed to be too good to be true. Indeed it was true , the pair were to exchange vows and share their lives together until death do they part. Elsa was being walked up the Aisle by her Sister , the crown princess of Arendelle , Anna. Anna was also a beautiful young lady , who always managed to make him laugh and give him that sibling love that he never really had. The young princess wore a Bardot a-line dress , with light frosty blue lacing on the sweet heart neckline bodice , and the floaty skirts. Only a small bit of blue fabric circled Anna's upper arm. The princess's hair was waved , similar to her sister's hair , with a loose braid circling the back of her head.

Kristoff was flanking Eugenes side , nodding supportively , excited for this wedding , for it had been a long time since Elsa was this happy before she and Hans fell in love. He was excited for his future nephew , that was growing in Elsa's belly at that very moment , his heart slightly aches with envy for Anna had not yet fallen pregnant , but he had a feeling deep down that their time would come soon.

Hans smiles at his family , the very family he has always sworn to love and protect , he would continue to see his vow through. He would be injured , go through all his suffering again, if it meant his family in Arendelle was safe. If it meant that , Elsa would end up in his arms.

Olaf was chuckling happily as snow tears trickled down his cheeks , tugging Queen Ariannas dress emotively , whilst Rapunzel and pascal smiled eagerly at the loved up couple. Arianna patted the top of Olaf's head soothingly as she herself attempted to hold tears back, whilst her husband Frederick wraps a loving arm around her waist - which is then followed by a sweet kiss to her temple.

Elsa takes in her soon to be husband , his strong form looked beautiful in the Dark blue naval uniform , his plenty medals and awards pinned on his chest , the gold epaulettes brought out the green in his eyes and looked stunning amongst the blue. Her eyes trailed down his legs , which had slim fitting white trousers with a gold strip down the outer seam , his large sharp naval blade was sheathed safely in its scabbard that was strapped to its masters waist , the trousers he wore left nothing to the imagination and she found it rather thrilling , the entire congregation eyeing what was rightfully hers.

Elsa is soon at Hans' side , Anna shares a smile with Hans before letting her sisters arm go hesitantly. Anna knew that , Elsa was dearly loved and protected by this man , which is why she let her go so willingly to her once former enemy. The Queen chuckles before tenderly intertwining her cool bare fingers with his warm gloves ones , squeezing his hand affectionately. Blue eyes meet green , lovingly entirely entrapped with each other , Elsa summons a light happy snow in the chapel which causes gestures of awe from the spectators.

The priest clears his throat , an elderly man who'd crowned Elsa four years prior at her coronation , a man who'd normally be in red robes , wore white for this momentous occasion , that most of Arendelle thought would never come for the young cold Queen. He expresses his congratulations and friendliness for the happy couple, smiling at the ice Queen's beautiful magic.

"We gather here to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly

declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover, companion, and friend." The elderly priest soft baritone tones , warmly expresses to the congregation, Hans beams at Elsa , struggling to contain the urge to sweep her lips in a passionate kiss , in front of the world to see.

"A good and balanced relationship is one in

which neither person is overpowered nor absorbed by the other, one in which neither person is possessive of the other, one in which both give their love freely and without jealousy. Marriage, ideally, is a sharing of responsibilities, hopes, and dreams. It takes a special effort to grow together, survive hard times, and be loving and unselfish." The elderly priest grins brightly at Hans and Elsa , nodding with great approval towards their marriage.

"Do you, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and , Admiral Prince Hans Westergaard, both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?"

"I do" Elsa says emotively with pride , tears threading to flood down her rosey cheeks , Hans could feel his emotions stirring and swelling with the potential to allow him to cry in public.

"I do" Hans swallows his emotions and squeezes Elsa's hand tighter , for reassurance and a reminder of what all this was for.

"Do you pledge to share your love and the joys of your marriage with all those around you, so that they may learn from your love and be encouraged to grow in their own lives?"

"I do" They speak tenderly from the bottom of their lovelorn hearts , Elsa's magic glows in the chapel , the snowflakes emitting a blue light which makes Anna sniffle at the romance and the happiness she was in the presence of. Anna knew that her sister had been yearning for someone to love her , through and through , someone who saw her as something other than the snow Queen , Just as Elsa. Anna certainly loved her , but sisterly love wouldn't be able to sustain the Queen alone.

Hans turns to face Elsa taking both of her hands in his , his breath hitches at the sight of her enthralling beauty , his heart flutters in his chest at the reminder that he was to be hers. The priest places his hands on the couples furthering their potential union , blessing the couple in the name of his god.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle, monarch of Norway , Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do" She sobs with deep emotional love for the man that stood in front of her , she did not know what she would do without him. Hans gently wipes her tears from under her eyes with his gloved thumb, Elsa wishes his hand would linger there for a bit longer.

"Will love you and honour him?"

"Of course I will" She smiles , her bright blue eyes still glistening with fresh tears , her bottom lip trembling slightly , allowing herself to be vulnerable in public for this special tender occasion. The priest gently squeezes the Queens hand with warm reassurance , sensing her emotions were becoming overwhelming, she was just so happy. His gaze shifts to the Admiral who , was also attempting to hold himself together.

"Admiral Prince Hans Westergaard . Do you take this Woman to be your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be true to her in good times and in bad , to have and to hold , from this day forward, for worse , for richer , for poorer , in sickness and in health , until death do you part?"

"I do" He speaks tenderly as Elsa let's out another joyful sob , the young queen who was finding it hard to see that she had been lucky enough to be in such a position , in love. She had been blessed with a handsome lover who worshipped the ground she walked on, and he'd blessed her with a child that she never thought she'd be able to have with her ice magic.

"Will you love and honour her , assist her in the ruling of this nation , as her equal , as you , her King and she , your Queen?"

"I will" He bows his head earnestly in respect towards the elderly priest , this man had crowned Elsa , her parents before her and Agnarr's father , King Runeard himself.

"'Now for the rings" the priest beckons Anna over with Hans' ring , that Elsa had secretly engraved inside forever my love. She would show him this engraving once they would have a chance at being alone together after the ceremony.

Elsa trembles as she takes Hans' ring from Anna's velvet cushion , her blue eyes concentrated intensely on not stumbling or dropping such a precious object.

She gently slides Hans' white glove off his left palm , a slight jolt rushed through her upon contact with his warm skin . Her orbs rest intensely on his for a quiet moment , she remembers all the kisses stolen , all the loving words , all that intimate moments shared between them , all leading to this important ceremony.

The priest says his blessings as she gently slides the silver band onto his ring finger , tears cascading down her pale cheeks , he takes her cool hand in his and slips the silver band onto her finger , the band looked beautiful next to her snowflake engagement ring. An irrepressible smile graced his cheeks as he took in his beautiful bride , his everything , his all.

"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife" the elderly man grins brightly for he had successfully ensured an important union for yet another Arendellian Royal.

"You may now kiss , the bride"

Elsa surprises her husband by pulling him by the collar in order to gain easy access to his lips , and she presses a passionate kiss to his lips , a breathless hum passes through his lips as he returned the kiss with intense love. One of his hands gently cupped her cheek whilst the other presses against the small of her back. The congregation erupts in Cheers and applause of congratulations as the newly weds embrace each other.

As they descend down the aisle arm in arm , rose petals are thrown over the loved up couple whilst a happy snow flutters over the awestruck congregation. Anna cheers tearfully for her sister was now with this kind hearted man until death do they part , they looked beautiful together , a truly handsome couple basking in the autumn sunlight. They all leave the castle chapel and make their way back into the royal gardens for celebratory drinks.

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chaoswillfallrpg · 4 years ago

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DORCAS MEADOWES is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a AUROR in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. She looks remarkably like ALISHA BOE and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN.

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tw: death

Determined and strong minded, Dorcas Meadowes became her own hero when she needed one most. Raised to know the power of her own self and mind, Doe was taught not to wait for a knight in shining armor to save her, but rather pick up the sword and rescue herself. Born to MATHEW MEADOWES a Muggle professor in linguistics and CHARLOTTE MEADOWES an auror in the Ministry of Magic, having longed for a child of their own for so long Dorcas was their shining star in the night. Growing up in their family home in Oxford, Doe was taught that power came in knowledge and a strong sense of self. Adored by her parents, they were keen to embark the wisdom of their years onto her with affection, grace and kindness. Drawing pride in the fact that Dorcas encapsulated the best parts of them both. Holding her father’s keen thirst for knowledge, the written word and education and her mother’s bravery, drive and persistence, it became clear to her peers that Doe could easily stand her own. Believing in the idea that it was up to a soul person to craft their own path rather than wait for life to happen and pass ideally by. Fate and destiny are mere fairytales in the young witch’s mind, knowing even then that it was up to her to forge her own path. Writing her own story that she hoped one day they could all be proud of.

Growing up within both the Muggle and the Wizarding World, it gave Doe dear appreciation for them both. Cherishing how her parents had found one another and held a love despite the odds. As a Half-Blood, it was particularly important to her mother that Doe understood what it meant in the Wizarding community to have a Muggle father. The last thing she wanted for her daughter was to be lacking the knowledge she needed to make informative decisions and above all else to know her own worth. While they recognized as a witch her life would be heavily magic based, they wanted to instill in her the marvels of both. Teaching that despite the prejudice that many carry in the Wizarding community, she was not worth less value than those deemed ‘higher’ merely because of blood. Being a part of both worlds was a gift and something she should cherish and that she did. Despite her love for the Muggle World, coming to Hogwarts was like a dream come true. Dorcas craved the knowledge that she could gain while among the ancient walls. Following in the footsteps of her mother and grandparents, Doe longed for lectures on Transfiguration and Ancient Runes; unable to contain her excitement at the opportunity to learn about every area of magic she could. Though what she hadn’t expected was to make such dear and close friends.

Sorted into Gryffindor, it wasn’t long before Dorcas found kinship with fellow first years and dorm mates: LILY EVANS, and MARY MACDONALD. All unique and brilliant in their own right, each brought their own personality and marvel to the group. Marlene was the rebel, challenging and brave with her keen need to prove herself; Marlene could easily file her nails while simultaneously beating you in Quidditch. Mary was the party goer, holding a wishful sense of wonder to them and a romantic at heart, they were the day dreamer of the group. Fantasizing about their newest crush, doodling hearts on parchment and filling the group in on the latest gossip. Lily was the angel, as intelligent as she was kind, she noticed you even in the quietest of moments when no one was watching. Holding your hand unexpectedly for comfort, she was warm and assuring. Dorcas was positive that she had never met someone as kind hearted as her. Doe herself took pride as the voice of reason and the more analytical member of the group. Logical with a strong sense of morals always guided her true, blunt sarcastic words pulled her friends back to reality and out of their antics. Though, it never meant that she was less fun. Marlene and Doe gladly answered any question their two Muggle-Born dormmates held, thrilling Doe to share her deep knowledge as if she were a library book. The group were inseparable. Spending late nights gossiping with one another, to painting their nails with the polish Mary harbored, to following Marlene as she led them to The Black Lake. Only to meet there the famous Marauders, JAMES POTTER, SIRIUS BLACK, REMUS LUPIN and PETER PETTIGREW.

At first Doe was skeptical about Lily’s choice to befriend the male group. Of course knowing them from class and the common room, Doe often found the arrogance that both James and Sirius carried baffling. Their charms always fell short and missed the mark on her, unlike the rest of the close friendship group. Though Mary pointed out rightly, that her dislike for both of the males could be held in jealousy. With Doe’s suppressed feelings for Marlene, the relationship Marlene shared with James and her close friendship with Sirius left Doe feeling disheartened and forgotten. Remus became Doe’s confidant through it all. While she was closest with Mary out of her dorm mates, Remus became an unexpected best friend. Doe expressed her frustration at the situation and how she was unable to do anything out of fear of losing Marlene. Between shared chocolate squares, he listened to her rant and watched her make the occasional rock explode with a quick and easy flick of her wand. Matters of unrequited love never held well in hearts, though the burden was lessened with Remus by her side. Love and the arrogance of men were soon to be the least of her worries with the end of her fifth year bringing heart retching tragedy. Pulled out of her Transfiguration class, Dorcas was brought to the Head Master’s office to be delivered the news that while on their research trip to Norway, her parents had been ambushed. A group of radicalized wizards attacked, killing her father instantly. While her mother had fought tactfully to ward off the invaders, she was exposed to Dragon Pox and died merely a few days later.

Heart broken and consumed with grief, a piece of Doe was stolen that day. Turning colder and blunt, the young witch found comfort in more dangerous activities. Following the lead on the more reckless shenanigans that Marlene, James and Sirius took part in, her new found wave of carelessness did bring concern to some of her close friends. Namely, Mary and Remus. But if the burn of fire whiskey down the back of her throat, the smoke of a cigarette and flying over the Black Lake gave her the adrenaline she needed to distract her from her pain, then that is what she would do. True she knew that maybe her parents wouldn’t approve of how she was handling their passing, but they weren’t here to say otherwise. Someone that seemed to find calm in Doe again was GWENOG JONES. After a passing challenge to join her in flight, the pair quickly found a connection with one another. For the first time Doe’s affection was equally reciprocated. Their love was a whirlwind. Wound up in their last years of Hogwarts, it was filled with each other’s firsts. Gwen holding Doe up when she needed it the most, together they pieced back the broken shards of their hearts. Tender kisses trailed over shoulders, clasped hands and the brisk breeze of air on their faces as they chased the sunset like nothing could ever tear them apart. Unfortunately, change came when Gwen was scouted to join the Holyhead Harpies. Though they held deep affection for one another with a job lined up at the Ministry the two parted ways so they could both fulfill their dreams with heavy hearts. Though never loosing the love they both held for one another.

For safe measure, when moving out of her Aunt’s home after graduation, Doe uttered a memory charm to erase her Aunt’s recollection of her existence. A Muggle and the last living relative she had, the witch hoped the eradication of her presence would keep her Aunt safe from befalling the same fate as her parents. Mary was quick to assure her that the friends they’d made at Hogwarts would be her family now. Holding and lifting each other just as they always had. Following in her mother’s footsteps, Dorcas joined the ranks of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Working alongside forces such as HESTIA JONES, ALICE YEN and EMMELINE VANCE, all three dominating leaders, inspirational women and three trailblazers that she couldn’t help but look up to. Though Hestia seemed more hesitant at embracing Doe into the ranks, Alice welcomed her with open arms. Recognizing the great passion and drive for equal rights within Doe, she scouted and informed her of a new group forming under the rank of PROFESSOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE. An elusive group called The Order of The Phoenix, set on helping to protect those who are unable to protect themselves. Hoping to safeguard the Wizarding World from radical wizards set on burning society as they knew it to the ground. Doe accepted without a blink of hesitation. For so long she’d been craving a purpose, a way that she could honor her parents' memory. Now with the chance to fight for the equal world they brought her up to dream on, to loudly advocating for charge and hold bravery in even the darkest of moments; finally she hoped she could make them proud.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Homosexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Family → Mathew Meadowes (deceased father), Charlotte Meadowes (deceased mother)

Connections → Lily Evans (best friend), Mary MacDonald (best friend/room mate), Marlene McKinnon (best friend/object of affection), Remus Lupin (best friend), James Potter (close friend/adversary), Sirius Black (close friend/adversary), Peter Pettigrew (close friend), Gwenog Jones (friend/ex-girlfriend/potential love interest), Maren Linwood (friend), Emilia Grey (friend), Cassiopeia Kim (friend), Cressida Abercrombie (friend), Gilfred Abbott (friend), Caradoc Dearborn (friend), Poppy Hookum (friend), Aurora Sinistra (friend), Alice Yen (colleague/mentor), Emmeline Vance (colleague), Hestia Jones (colleague)

Future Information → N/A

DORCAS MEADOWES IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH.

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mox-made-me-do-it · 5 years ago

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Don't Leave Me Ch. 3

Jon Moxley x chubby!reader

Words: 1,664

Warnings: Fluff, smut, daddy-kink

Lyngen, Northern Norway

March 13, 2018.

"Babe?? Can I take this blindfold off?? People are gonna think you are abducting me." Y/n was so lost. She had been wearing a blind fold for the last 45 minutes and was starting to get nervous.

"We are almost there, m'love. No one, except the driver, has seen either of us since we got off the plane. Relax and trust me...10 minutes more. We are pulling up to the hotel now." Jon replied as he kissed her knuckles "I can't wait for you to see this."

"Then take the blindfold off asshole!" Y/n giggled.

"Patience, babe." He chuckled to himself.

Living in Las Vegas you forget what really cold weather is like. Unfortunately for Y/n, her favorite travel clothes consisted of yoga pants, her Black and Brave t-shirt, and her black flip flops. As she stepped out of the car she began to regret the flip flops.

"Jon, I think my toes are frozen." Then without warning she was being scooped into his arms. Y/n squeals with laughter as Jon reminds he "No way something is happening to the cutest toes I've ever seen. Not on my watch." As he kisses her temple.

They pause for only a moment as she hears the door unlock and open. He gently set her on her feet and told her to count to 30. She could hear him move luggage into the corner and turned the heat off, it was far too warm in there. Jon was nervous as he set up his phone to record her reaction

"28, 29, 30." She said expectantly.

Jon dropped to one knee and held out a ring behind her as he told her to remove the blindfold

"Now, what was so special that I that to wear a…..WOAH!!!! This is amazing baby. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She said fighting back tears. She looked out the glass igloo roof to see the most spectacular display of the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights). Breathless she turned to look at him.

As they locked eyes, tears began to pour down her face. "Y/n, I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you 15 years ago. When I thought I had lost you, I begged God to give you back to me and I would protect and cherish you for the rest of my life, if he would just send you back. He did. Please do me the absolute honor of being my wife?" His beautiful blue eyes sparkled as he asked her.

"Yes. Of course." Y/n pulled him to his feet and into a kiss. Normally, he was a very intense lover, but now he was being very gentle taking his time slowly deepening the kiss. Running his hands down her back his palms settled on the top of her ass. Her fingers tangled into his hair gently tugging just enough to get a growl to escape his throat. His lips then found their way to her neck kissing and gently nipping and the sensitive flesh. Goosebumps flooded her body. His fingers began to drift from their resting place to the zipper of her hoodie (well technically, it's his hoodie). Excitement coursed through his veins and the roughness came out. He tore the jacket off of her along with her shirt and yoga pants. As she stood beside the bed in nothing but her bra and panties she heard him groan from behind her "Do you have any idea just how beautiful you truly are?" He asked. She shook her head no. "Well then, I guess, I will just have to show you."

Walking up behind her, he unhooked her bra and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders. "So perfect, so beautiful and all mine. Isn't that right princess?" He ground his hardening bulge into the her ass he whispered into her ears. "Do you feel what you do to me??" His hands palm her large breasts squeezing them gently at first.

Y/n reached behind her to stroke his jean clad cock "Baby, I want you so bad but you have too many clothes on." She said practically begging him to take her.

As they breathlessly broke their kiss, Jon slid the beautiful sapphire and diamond ring on her hand. "Jon, it's beautiful! I love you so much." She said "When did you do all of this?? How did you know?" Jon replied "I'll explain later, I need you now…...wifey. Lay down on your stomach. Leave those sexy-ass panties on too cause I wanna take em off ya. I'll be right there." He slaps her ass making her gasp and her dripping pussy clench.

Jon turns and watches she climbs on the bed as he unbuckled his belt, undoes the button and unzipped his pants in one swift motion. Letting his jeans and boxer briefs fall to the floor, the sound of the buckle hitting the floor makes her snap her neck to look back at him and winks as she slowly crawls up the bed. She knows him too well his favorite body part on her is her ass. Now stroking his already hard cock watching the little show she is putting on, now slowly going from hands and knees to her stomach intentionally making her booty jiggle while it was stuck up in the air.

Jon couldn't contain himself and kneeled right behind her and slapped her ass. "Jon?" She whispered, "Can Mox come out to play??" Still on her knees with her head resting on the pillow, she felt one of his hands on her hip and the other was busy wrapping itself in her ponytail he pulled gently at first.

"You want Mox, Princess? Mmmmm I can't wait to make you scream my name." With that he shoved inside of y/n making her cry out. "Do you remember your safe word baby? Promise me you'll use it?" Y/n nodded furiously.

"Little one?" Mox asked

"Yes, Daddy?" She whimpered in reply.

"I need you to say the words Mox can't play till he hears you say the words."

"Mmmmmm please fuck me? Please? I need your fat cock inside me Daddy." Breathlessly whimpering.

With that he slams into her making her scream almost immediately. Driving his cock deep inside her "Damn princess I almost forgot how tight you are. I can barely move. Whos pussy is this?"

"Your's daddy, only your's." She whines as he is pulling her back to his chest and whispers in her ear "Damn right Princess. You. Are. Mine." Punctuating each word with a thrust deep inside her. He could tell she was close and her knees were failing her. He quickly pulled out and flipped her over he wanted to see her face when she came. He continued to pound her pussy slowing only to make sure she was okay. Within a moment or 2 her pussy clenched tightly around him causing his thrusts to turn sloppy.

"You gonna cum with me baby?" He said gently rubbing her clit looking down at the beautiful goddess he was lucky enough to have bless his life.

"Yes, daddy. I'm so close."

"Go ahead, I'm right there too"

His name fell off of her lips and she melted around him. One snap of his hips later and he stills inside her as she rocked her hips milking him for every last drop. "Fuck baby, I love when you do that."

Slowly he pulls out of her and goes to run her a bath. When he returns he hears the familliar light snore of y/n. The thought of waking her up breaks his heart knowing how hard it is for her to sleep at times. "My love?" he says gently kissing her forehead.

"Mmmhmm" was all she replied.

"Would you like to take a bath with me?" He asked gently as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"I would love that." She said as she sleepily smiled at him.

Jon carries y/n to the bathroom and lowers her to her feet to step into the tub.Climbing in behind her he pulls her back to rest against his chest. They sat quietly for a little while simply enjoying being together. The warm water felt amazing but the view was the was the show stealer. "Baby? How did you know this was on my bucket list? This is the most beautiful….. anything, I've ever seen."

"Like I said at the airport. Second, most beautiful. The MOST beautiful, anything, agreed to be my wife earlier. My entire world is in this bathtub. I don't know how I got so lucky." Tilting his head towards her softly kissing her behind the ear sending goosebumps across her skin. She smiled and nuzzled into his neck.

"I wish I could see myself through your eyes." She said "I'm definitely the one who got lucky."

He laughed. "Yeah ya did!" She looked back at him and rolled her eyes. He winked in return "Who else would ALWAYS be there to take care of me after all the big matches? You are the only person that I know that I can trust 100%. Not just cause you're a terrible liar but because you aren't afraid to tell me when I fuck up. You were the first one to put me in my place after the fight with Rollins. You single handedly saved our friendship."

"Ok, you're welcome, I'm freezing and starving. Can we get out of here and get some food?" Y/n asked.

"One step ahead of you princess. I set up dinner to be delivered at 7:30." He replied wrapping a towel around his hips. Y/n wandered into the main room finding the fluffy white robe just in time.

**Knock Knock** "Igloo-service!"

The view

The ring

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11/11/11 Tag Game: 16/17/18?

Back again to spill the tea about myself for all you lovely people.Thanks @cataclysmic-writer, @maybeillwriteit and @aurisadventure for the tags!

My answers are under the cut. 😊

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them.

Bilbo Taggins: @brittanyisart, @quilloftheclouds, @brittanyisart, @brynwrites, @creatvrae, @elisabethrosewrites, @elizabethsyson, @ren-c-leyn, @yetmorestories, @pinespittinink, @timefire25

My Questions:

What are your thoughts on throw pillows?

Do you have any podcast recommendations? How about TV shows?

What month would you be on a calendar, and what would the picture be?

What is one book that you absolutely love, no matter what anyone else has to say about it?

What’s your favorite kind of scented candle?

What’s your favorite urban legend?

Would you ever go on an arctic expedition?

What’s the furthest from home you’ve ever been?

What is the best snack?

How purple do you allow your prose to be/get? What’s your purple limit? Is there one?

What’s one word/line/scene/character that you want to put in a story, but you haven’t found the right place for yet?

@cataclysmic-writer‘s questions:

What do you eat or drink while writing? It varies depending on how I’m feelin’. Usually a big giant glass of water. I used to have coffee and/or tea, but it always got cold because I forgot about it. That’s actually how I used to measure my progress, by how cold the drink was. And coffee got me too jazzed to sit still, so I stopped drinking while writing. Good for academic papers, though.

Best piece of advice you ever received? Like... ever? Okay. People are more interested in themselves/absorbed with themselves to really care what you’re doing. Very empowering for someone with real bad social anxiety (like myself heyooo).

Which book inspired you to write the most? I’ve talked about Laurie Halse Anderson’s Wintergirls before, and I’m gonna mention it again. And that I went to a signing for her new book Shout and I got to thank her and my life has been enriched a thousand-fold.

Which author do you try to emulate when you write? Oh, man, I do not do this at all. Okay, well, not at all, because I find it to be a valuable writing exercise to practice with. But I super don’t. I’ve done projects where I’ve emulated Walt Whitman, Philip Levine, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Poe (eugh), and Anne Valente. Those were super fun. I like imitating styles and I’ve gotten pretty darn good at it. Sometimes I tell myself to put a Gaiman-like twist on a section, though, or describe something like another author if it fits the tone for funsies. But I like writing like me!

Where did you get the idea for your current wip? I’ve already talked about Heart to Heart, so I’ll talk about “Fish Food!” This one happened when I was pondering superheroes, James Bond, tropes, evil monologues, and the like. I had the image of a hero tied up and dangling over a pit of piranhas while the villain detailed his evil plan. But the hero didn’t follow the script. And then, like every one of my short stories, it spun way out of control. I started to think of what heroes would inhabit this world that erupted from the fertile soil of my brain and suddenly I had a big complicated story that I was excited about. And it was funny, which is a change for me.

Do you have a go-to beta reader/writing buddy you bounce ideas off of? I do! One of my goodest friends is a fellow writer and she’s my spaghetti wall if I need assistance. We went through the same creative writing program one year apart and had different teachers, so we offer each other pretty different advice, and it’s great. She’s super into fae lore, too, which is ridiculously helpful for me, a nerd who is writing a light fantasy story with fae in it. We operate in different styles and genres, though, so sometimes idea-bouncing is a little tricky.

Which of your WIPs is your favorite? Of the ones I’m working on right now? Probably “Incarnate.” Partly because it’s closer to my usual writing fare, partly because it’s weird and disturbing in my favorite ways, partly because the ending is really cool and surprising in a way that hits you long after you finish it. I also like it because it’s hard for me to write. Yay, challenges!

Tea, coffee, or soda? Tea for chillin’, coffee for workin’, soda for pizza times.

If you could have any fantasy creature as a pet, which would you have? A brownie to clean my house, or a domovoi to act as a weird home security system would be neat. For non-practical purposes, I’d also say a pegasus. I can ride pretty well and it’d be so convenient to just fly everywhere on my awesome horse buddy.

Do you like creepy/scary movies? NOPE. I am a big chicken shit when it comes to spooky things. As a kid, I was terrified of E.T. That’s how bad it was.

What genre do you have yet to write in, but want to write soon? Hm. Maybe historical fiction? I already play with it a little bit without actually going into the history part of it too deeply. Maybe I’ll give it a shot in the future. I’ve always wanted to give magical realism a good try, though. It’s always been hard for me to write.

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@aurisadventure‘s questions:

1. Who is your favorite oc? Why?

Right now, it’s Lithium from “Fish Food.” She’s just so fun. I also just figured out a big part of Jill’s character that I’m excited to add to H2H!

2. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re not writing?

I got into cooking a while ago, and that’s pretty fun. I do yoga sometimes. I read a bunch. I also like putting things together. Honestly, I’m a big giant nerd who likes learning in their spare time.

3. What is your least favoured genre?

Hard sci-fi is really hard for me to get into. And some contemporary stuff, but it’s not as bad as hard sci-fi.

4. Top three favorite video games? (Any console)

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (with Awakening DLC, obvs) (except for the goddamn Mage Circle Fade part I hate it and it deserves to burn in hell)

Ori and the Blind Forest (I’m stuck on the last stupid fire volcano level and I’m so mad because it’s hard but this game is beautiful)

To The Moon (so many tears, such good story)

Honorable mention to Assassin’s Creed 2.

(I love RPGs.)

5. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for inspiration?

Hm. I don’t really go out and seek inspiration like this. I just consume a whole lot of art in varying mediums.

I went to a poetry slam one time. Does that count?

6. Buggy or Cart?

Horses, buggy. Oxen, cart. As much as I’d like to be Gandalf...

7. Have you finished any of your wips?

I am so goddamn close to finishing “When Your Song is Over and Done” I can taste it. I’m hoping to write that last stupid scene this week. It’s been the one WIP that’s been kicking my ass lately. How rude.

I’m a short story writer, so I finish a lot of my WIPs. It’s kinda nice. That’s also why longer projects scare me.

8. But like… can I read it?

😉

In the meantime, you can read these!

9. What is your favorite animal? Why?

Highland Cows! Just look at them.

I’m sure I have a more interesting answer for this, but honestly, cows are all I can think of. I love cows.

10. Name one place you want to visit more than anything.

Norway! Not sure why. Seems like a really cool place to be.

(I lied I love space and want to go to the observatories.)

11. What is your most cherished childhood memory?

Saturday mornings curled up in my grandfather’s armchair watching TV and eating Burger King before we go visit the animals at the farm.

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@maybeillwriteit‘s questions:

1. Which oc would you most like to go for a drink with?

I don’t drink, but I think Treena would be an excellent conversation partner.

2. Where do you like to write? Bed? Desk? Cafe? etc etc

I have a desk in my room. Not that I usually write at it. I’m good anywhere I can sit up straight and rest my arms.

3. Which of your ocs do you think people are most likely to make fanart for?

Eventually, I hope Mel. I love her character design. Or the superheroes and villains from “Fish Food.” They all have really distinct appearances and cool costumes/uniforms.

4. Favourite piece of writing advice you’ve received?

Probably the time my mentor also admitted he hated writing dialogue, but that sometimes you just gotta.

5. Which place in your stories would you like to live? (i’ve read this sentence ten times and i ain’t convinced it’s grammatically correct lol)

(maybe: In which place/where in your stories would you most like to live? I dunno this one’s freaking my brain.)

Linsay would be the best place to live, I think. A very chill small town that has everything you need, very supportive soon-to-be friends, an apothecary on stand-by, and lovely weather. Its residents are fiercely protective and are very willing to look the other way where the law is concerned if it helps someone.

6. Do any authors/books influence your writing? Which ones?

Oh, tons. Jim Butcher, Laurie Halse Anderson, George Saunders, Anne Valente, Tolkien, Gaiman, Matt Bell, Aimee Bender, and a whole bunch more authors. And, if you wanna get all heartfelt about it, every single book I’ve read has influenced my writing, whether it’s learning how to do something, learning how not to do something, or finding a new technique that jives with my style.

7. Pick one song that represents your wip.

I’ve done a bunch of song stuff with H2H, so this is for “Fish Food:”

Honestly, my first instinct is “Superboy and the Invisible Girl” from Next to Normal. But it’s not quite right.

I also wanna say “Super Friends” from Holy Musical B@man.

But in my heart, I know the true answer is “Under Pressure.” How could it not be?

8. Favourite thing about being a writer?

The feels! I love writing things and getting my own feels out, then making other people feel things. It’s so satisfying.

9. Characters or plot, what came first?

Characters! Oh my God, always characters. And before characters, concept and theme(s). Sometimes a scene just pops into my head and I have to figure out who these people are and why they’re there.

10. Do you like writing prompts?

I do indeedy. They’re pretty helpful when I’m stuck. I only write for the ones that instantly spark an idea in my brain, though. All the ones I’m getting for my 800 followers celebration are insanely good.

11. Part of your wip that you’re most excited to write?

Oh, man! So many!

H2H: The climax! Well, one of them. The one of the magic incidents and Mel and Gemma’s relationship, to be specific.

Fish Food: When my main two dudes meet Lithium! And figure out what’s going on with her. Or anything about Lithium’s real life. Her story is wild.

WYSiOaD: The goddamn rooftop scene that’s been kicking my ass for a month. It’s gonna be so emotional and poignant and great and I can’t wait for it to be over.

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torentialtribute · 5 years ago

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Fearless Megan Rapinoe, who tackled Donald Trump, is aiming to break English hearts

Megan Rapinoe entered the meeting room at the Parc des Princes on Friday evening with the trophy for the player of the match.

She is the kind of woman who can fight every phase with her charisma and who lives in the spotlight for the evenings. As she stared at the crowd of faces that stared at her, she grinned. & # 39; C & # 39; est magnifique, ce soir, & # 39; she said. & # 39; It's all you want. & # 39;

Even if Alex Morgan reached the headlines in the group stage for her five-goal distance against Thailand Rapinoe became both the heartbeat and the moral and drove the US to the semi final confrontation with England in Lyon on Tuesday.

Megan Rapinoe was the star of the American team during the World Cup this summer "

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Megan Rapinoe was the star of the American team during the World Cup this summer

It was the end of a busy week for the US star, who has a hint of lavender through her pale hair and spent much of the past week, embroiled in a public argument with President Trump after she said in clear terms that she would avoid visiting the White House if the US wins the trophy next weekend

Over the years, Rapinoe, 33, who describes himself as & # 39; a walking protest & # 39; and does not sing with and the American anthem before games, & # 39; has sexist & # 39 ;, & # 39; female hatred & # 39 ;, & # 39; racist & # 39 ;, & # 39; meekly & # 39; and & # 39; jerk, but amusing & # 39; called. She supported Black Lives Matter campaigner Colin Kaepernick by kneeling when the national anthem played for a club game in the US.

Trump told her in response to her joke at the White House that & Megan should be a gay American, I know what it means to look at the flag and not need all your liberties protect & # 39 ;, she said. win first before she talks & # 39 ;. In another Twitter outburst, Trump again blamed her. & # 39; Megan should never respect our country, the White House or our flag, & # 39; he wrote, & especially because so much has been done for her and the team. Be proud of the flag that you wear. The US is doing great. & # 39;

People were concerned that the furore would be a distraction for Rapinoe. It wasn't. She could hardly have proved that more emphatically. In a match where the US seemed to be stuck at the end again, as they had done against Spain, Rapinoe decided the match with both halves against the French and the show that exuded relentless class.

& # 39; She's so good at coming in the big moments, & # 39; said the American midfielder Sam Mewis. & # 39; Pinoe is the bravest I know. She fights so hard for everything she believes in and then also supports that in the field. It is an honor to be her teammate. I support her 100 percent. A World Cup is about the emergence of the big moments and that is what she does.

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Rapinoe gave every impression of enjoying the confrontation with England, who are full of energy of their own after their crushing quarter-final victory over Norway on Thursday in Le Havre. When Rapinoe noticed that Phil Neville had asked his team if they were ready to win the World Cup after their last eight wins, their eyes danced.

& # 39; If you are in this phase of the tournament and you are not trying to win the World Cup, I don't know what the hell you are doing here, & she said. & # 39; Every team should feel that way, every team that is qualified should feel that way. Especially one of the largest teams in the game. England plays well and had a dominating performance against Norway, so they must be absolutely confident. & # 39; She waited for a dramatic effect. & # 39; We love trust in America, don't we, & # 39; she added with a smile.

Rapinoe & # 39; s challenge and intolerance runs through this American team. Despite the fact that they have dominated the women's competition for the past 20 years and regularly attract larger crowds than the American men's team, they are still paid considerably less. Earlier this year, they launched a lawsuit against targeted gender discrimination against the American Football Association, which is still ongoing. It makes an interesting background for a World Cup campaign.

Even Marcel is a fan of their attitude. & # 39; Some people can talk and not deliver, & # 39; he said, & # 39; but their entire team is not like that. They are not afraid to put their heads above the parapet to say, "This is what I believe in." They fight for equality within their own organization. And the way Rapinoe campaigns for equal rights and speaks out against homophobia and racial discrimination says a lot about her. I have always learned to stand up for what I believed in and admire her for what she does. "

Rapinoe is part of a powerful front that is the most dangerous threat to the lionesses' dream of making it to the final next Sunday. With Morgan leading the race to the Golden Shoe with Ellen White in England and Tobin Heath, they form a formidable attacking unit that is relentless in punishing mistakes and is able to break at lightning speed

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The holders, however, are more than the front three. The in-form Mewis, who preferred Lindsey Horan against France, was a crucial influence in the game, the fast-running, hard-tackling midfielder who covers a lot of terrain and helps to lay the foundation for the team's attacking talents.

England will, however, be encouraged by vulnerabilities in the American defense. In particular, there are doubts about the ability of goalkeeper Alyssa Naeher to cope with the pressure of such a controversial game after replacing the long-standing goalkeeper icon

England, however, will not be able to trade for deficiencies in attitude. A few minutes in the company of Rapinoe after the game was proof enough of that. She was asked whether the fact that the tournament took place in Pride made her most important goals. Her response was more proof that Rapinoe says what she thinks and cherishes her principles and takes the rest of the team with her.

& # 39; Go Gay, & # 39; she said. & # 39; You cannot win a championship without gays in your team. It has never been done before. That's science right there. I am motivated by people who, like me, fight for the same things. I get more energy out of that than trying to prove to someone that it's wrong. That is deflating yourself.

The American coach, Jill Ellis, when asked if she was worried about Rapinoe's involvement in the fight with Trump. & # 39; It's almost like feeding the hair, & # 39; said Ellis. & # 39; She is a great personality both on and off the field and I think she thrives honestly at these times. There is an unstoppable attitude. She loves and lives for those moments. She is a big player and the bigger the stage the more she will respond. & # 39; England has been warned.

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helloworlddemo1122-yahoopar-blog · 7 years ago

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Royal Wedding Countdown: Meghan Markle and Prince Harry Preparing for Romantic Trip to Scotland

Welcome back to ET's weekly royals column!

As we discussed last week, we'll be breaking down all the latest updates from Meghan Markle and Prince Harry as they gear up for their May 19 wedding, as well as how the rest of the royal family is preparing for what's sure to be the biggest event of the year.

We've got plenty to talk about, so let's kick things off once again with an update on how many more days we have to wait for Meghan and Harry to say "I do" at St. George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle:

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The lovebirds have been keeping busy with wedding planning. They reportedly are in the process of setting up a wedding fund, in which they would ask guests to make a charitable donation in lieu of luxurious gifts. "Harry doesn't want guests spending lots of time buying him extravagant presents," a source reportedly told Mail Online. "But he does want them to support his charity work."

And good news for the entire royal family... ET has learned that Princess Eugenie of York's wedding to Jack Brooksbank won't interfere with Meghan and Harry's special day. The two are set to wed on Oct. 18 at the same venue.

Aside from the wedding, Meghan and Harry are also gearing up for a fun, pre-Valentine's Day trip. The two will be in Edinburgh one day before the romantic holiday, marking their first official joint trip to Scotland. There they will be welcomed to the city by the Royal Marines Scotland Band at Edinburgh Castle, and will later meet with members of the public to learn more about the organizations that work in the local community and nationwide.

Meghan loves the holiday, and we have no doubt that Harry will shower his bride-to-be with love. But if you're single / still waiting to meet your own Prince Charming / already dreading Feb. 14, Meghan has some pretty regal advice on how to "be your own valentine."

In a post from February 2015 that was up on her now-deleted lifestyle blog, The Tig, Meghan explained why the romantic holiday doesn't need to be lonely. "I think you need to cook that beautiful dinner even when it's just you, wear your favorite outfit, buy yourself some flowers and celebrate the self love that often gets muddled when we focus on what we don't have," Meghan, who was single at the time, suggested. "This Valentine's Day I will be with friends, running amok through the streets of New York, likely imbibing some cocktail that's oddly pink and jumping over icy mounds in my new shoes through the salted snowy streets of the West Village."

She continued, "But those shoes, by the way, were my gift to myself. Because I've worked hard, because I'm not going to wait for someone to buy me the things I covet (nor do I want to), and because I want to treat myself as well as I treat those dearest to me. Because I am my own funny Valentine."

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Meghan concluded the hopeful post by urging fans to always "be good" to themselves. "Love yourself, treat yourself, honor yourself and celebrate you," she wrote. "Be your own beautiful, darling, cherished and funny Valentine. You deserve it."

Of course, you could always stay home and binge-watch Suits, which is most likely what one of us two writers will be doing. Wendell Pierce, who plays Meghan's onscreen father on the series, jokingly revealed earlier this week that he gives Harry his blessing to marry his pretend daughter. "I had a really wonderful moment as we were coming to an end of her time on the show," he recalled of one of their last days together on the season seven set. "It was just she and I in the room and I said, 'I know your life is going to change, but always know, no matter where you are, I will always be your loving fake father.'"

In case you missed last week's discussion, we decided to rewatch the USA Network show Meghan stars in from season one, and we're happy to say we're already onto season four. What's probably wayyyy too close of an observation of Meghan on the show, we learned the brunette beauty's nose gets rosy after a kiss:

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On the show, her character, Rachel Zane, is kissing Mike Ross (Patrick J. Adams), but we'd like to think this also happens in real life with Prince Harry. Sweet, right?

Oh, and speaking of TV news, you've probably already heard that Lifetime is making a TV movie about Meghan and Harry's love story. The leads for Harry & Meghan were announced by the cable network on Monday. Parisa Fitz-Henley will portray Meghan...

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...with Murray Fraser as Harry.

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On that note, let's move on to Kate Middleton and Prince William. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge returned home after their four-day royal tour of Sweden and Norway, but that didn't mean they took a break from their duties.

Kate kicked off Children's Mental Health Week on Monday by recording a PSA about the charity Place2Be in which she emphasized the importance of working together to support youth. This year's theme is "Being Ourselves" and promotes children and youth embracing who they are and the qualities that make them unique.

The royals have been big advocates of mental health and it is also something that Harry has been very open about in the past.

Meanwhile, William attended the 2018 Annual Dinner of the UK Chamber of Shipping on Monday night. The Duke, who is president of United for Wildlife, took the stage to address what the shipping world can do to combat and protect species from illegal wildlife trade.

The Duke of Cambridge spoke at the @UKShipping Dinner last night, where he called on shipping companies to help end wildlife trafficking by closing down trafficking routes used by poachers. pic.twitter.com/vTTKBb08es

— Kensington Palace (@KensingtonRoyal) February 6, 2018

The Duke and Duchess don't appear to be slowing down anytime soon because on Wednesday Kate stepped out to the opening of Action on Addiction Community Treatment Centre in Wickford, England. The future queen looked regal in a royal blue coat by designer Goat that perfectly matched her sapphire engagement ring and earrings.

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Though, while arriving to the center and greeting the staff, it appeared as if Kate's black heel got caught in a grate. It was no biggie as she laughed off the moment and continued making her way inside.

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During the event, Kate participated in a round-table discussion with healthcare professionals and met with the staff and clients. She later attended a reception to commemorate the opening.

William also showed us what a great uncle he will be to Harry and Meghan's future kids. On Thursday, he surprised students at Burlington Danes Academy in London, where he discussed cyberbullying and pointed out unrealistic beauty standards online, specifically, how it affects young women.

"I worry for you girls," he said candidly, according to The Telegraph. “The touched-up pictures are not real. Don’t try to recreate them or think that’s what you’ve got to aim for. There’s a lot of fakeness online, so don’t worry about that."

Unfortunately, this week didn't bring a sighting of all four together -- but we're hopeful one will come soon as the wedding planning continues.

And that's a wrap on your weekly royals update! Join us next week for another roundup, and stay tuned to ETonline.com daily for the latest on the royal family. In the meantime, let us know all your thoughts on this column via Twitter (@desireemurphy_ & @lizcalvario).