#well bad luck for them because she is cherished and loved

[the-fandom-abyss]

Okay I don’t want to throw any stones but I’m disappointed with the transition between Jodie and David. Tennant’s Doctor has not only received one happy ending but now two, first with Rose in the other dimension and now with Donna as he heals himself. This storyline couldn’t have involved Jodie’s Doctor? Jodie couldn’t be the one that bi-generated and lived on Earth with the fam while Ncuti travelled the universe?

Wouldn’t it have been a great sense of whiplash, if the thirteenth Doctor regenerated to discover that they still have the same face, same outfit, same everything? That would have been more confusing, more off putting than regenerating into an old facade. With the help of the fam and old companions, they achieve everything the specials depicted. We could still include Donna, have her work it out, be best pals with this Doctor and teach her how to be human and tease her throughout. The banter would be there, just with a different face.

I just can’t wrap my head around Tennant returning and why his Doctor out of all of them is spoiled for choice and returns 🤷🏻‍♀️

[criibibi]

Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 2 - Spider Luck

Morning came quickly despite the shitty sleep you received that night. The constant tossing and turning, the constant fear and anxiety of getting caught or broken into, really you couldn’t catch a break. 

Despite that, you did get some sleep, even if the sum total was like three hours. Still, it’s not like the nightmares would have let you sleep regardless. All your failures would consume your thoughts and drown you, reminding you of your losses. 

Sure you moved on, but it’s not like you had forgotten. Uncle Ben’s wisdom, Aunt May’s lessons, and Peter Parker’s kindness. You vowed to honor and cherish those memories, but here you are, in another fucking world, with a high possibility of you breaking some laws just to get out.

Desperate people do crazy shit, and you aren’t that sane to begin with.

Luckily this motel has a shower and you plan to use it. Making sure to clean yourself with what you have (unfortunate) and pick up the necessities that you desperately need. 

Taking your time (since you paid for it) you get yourself ready, making sure your mask, gloves and (stolen) wallet are secured inside the hoodie’s pockets. Suite nice and tucked underneath the turtleneck and leggings. First order of business is shoes. Maybe that should have been your first mission yesterday- oops. 

You definitely should have followed the young spiderlings example and fight crime with shoes. Well if you ever meet them again, you will…

When you meet them again. You will. You have to. No matter the cost.

And then your stomach rumbled. “Great! Time for cheap food. Wonder if that knockoff Wack-Donld place is open. 

Oh that’s a nice plan. But you forgot one thing, genius. Where is it? How would you know where it is? You can’t even map it since you also don’t have a phone. 

About to unlock the door, you realized something. It already was unlocked… “Hmm…” Well, it was good that you webbed the door then.

“Fuck.” Leaving the motel keys at the front, you skedaddled your way back into the streets, looking for either a bodega or a shoe store. In order to keep yourself somewhat sane, you start softly humming music you recall Miles shared with you.

After some time of walking around aimlessly (you avoided asking others for directions, gods know gothamites unwritten rule is to mind your fucking business), you found a thrift store.

Guess what you realized while browsing for shoes. If you buy and fight crime with shoes, and (as of right now) are your only pair, you will get found out. So crocs it is!

Black ones, because white gets dirty too damn easily.

Finding your size and other clothing necessities, face-mask, a backpack and a portable sewing kit, you were good to go and all for a cheap price! God you love thrift stores. You used to go to as many and as often as you could with Peter. Ya had a bad spending habit and Peter certainly never discouraged you. He was your terrible financial buddy.

Not now! You can’t reminisce right now, not until you found a way home. Asking the cashier for directions while also subtly declining their phone number (your excuse is that your phone got stolen) you made it to a corner store. Hurray!

Making sure to stock up on snacks, since- let’s be real, this will be your food source for a while, (no income, remember, silly) you stand in line to pay before your spider sense goes off.

Behind you. There’s a man, hoodie on, looking down, covering their face, hands buried inside their pockets. You’re betting it’s either a gun or a knife. 

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot.” Oh, it’s a gun. How original.

The cashier seemed to clock in to what is occurring and subtly reaches under his counter. Not subtle enough because the man behind you yelled, pulling out his gun and pointing at the back of your head.

What the fuck spider luck.

You quickly assess your surroundings, making note that there is only one exit, two normal people not including you but including the gunman, and the room feels tight and too small to do anything.

Conclusion? You’re fucked. 

“I said don’t move, hands up! Give me the money, all of it!” From the corner of your eyes you can see just how fidgety this man was. Probably trigger happy if you do something stupid.

“He-hey man, I don’t got much in here.” The cashier had his hands in the air, trembling and freaking out. 

“I don’t care, give me the money! Yours too, bitch. Now!”

How rude. “Alright, I’m going to get my wallet. Don’t shoot.” You made slow movements of reaching into your pocket for the wallet.

“Hurry up! Both of you!” The thug yelled impatiently. You could practically feel how sweaty and anxious this guy is.

You watched the employee open up the cashier and take the money out. The assailant motioned for you to place your wallet on the counter, which you do and step to the side, getting out of his way. Just as he goes to grab the money you quickly grab the wrist with the gun and twist it, making sure he dropped it before smashing his head onto said counter, money flying everywhere. 

Both you and the cashier watched the assailant fall to the ground, nose bleeding and out cold. “Um,” The cashier looked at you, spooked. “I panicked.”

Hey look at that, no shots fired baby! Ya still got it! You are a pro-fess-io-nal~!

“Hey man, no-um no sweat. You saved me.” He replies with a tremble in his voice.

“Cool, cool, I also didn’t want to get shot. How much for my stuff?” You asked, picking up the money on the floor, handing it back while placing your snacks on the counter..

“What stuff? I see nothing. Just go. I already called the cops.” Oh, so he wasn’t reaching for a gun (corner stores usually have one under the counters) but a buzzer or something? Nice, cool, great.

“Thanks buddy!” Hey man, free food is a blessing. Picking up your wallet and bag of snacks, you step over the knocked out guy, (pick pocketing any cash he had on him,) picking up the gun with your sweater sleeve and placing it at the counter. “Here, for the cops.”

“Thanks so much, again for everything. Hey, can I get a name? For the next time you come and…buy stuff.” He shot his shot.

“I appreciate it man, but I don’t give out my name like that. You know?”

And he missed.

“Ye-yeah…” He looked like a kicked puppy.

Just as you stepped out you heard the sound of a motorcycle nearby and your senses went off again.

“Stop right there, not another step.” A third party voice joins the fray.

What the fuck, spider luck?!

Instantly you recognize the vigilante in front of you but regardless you are not taking any chances today. 

Taking a step back inside the store, making sure to close the door on the guy. “Um, hey not to alarm you or anything but there is a guy with a mask standing outside.” Bringing your hands up (again) you back away from the entrance, snack bag swinging around with your movements. 

The employee nods pulled out the pistol from the counter (what the fuck, why would you grab that with your fingers my dude?) and aimed.

Well at least he doesn’t hold grudges for being rejected.

The door swung open and there stood a masked vigilante, but a familiar bat symbol on his chest caught the employee’s attention.

“Oh thank god it’s not another one.” Putting the pistol again he sighed in relief.

“Ah!” The yellow vigilante turned his focus onto you, (who backed up so much you tripped over the k.o.ed dude, fucking embarrassing) hands still in the air and snacks littering the floor.

Some professional you are. Fuck you spider luck.

“I didn’t steal anything, I swear.” God, you're embarrassed and stressed.

The vigilante ponders for a few seconds, taking in the scenario, glancing at the employee who nods and turns his attention back. “Sorry about that. Here.” He extends a hand out towards you and to not be suspicious you hesitantly take it, your body tenses on instinct, pulling away immediately.

“Thank you.” you mumbled silently cringing at your embarrassment over spilled snacks.

“What happened?” He still faced you but you knew that question was for the other party member. And even if it was for you, you’re silent.

“That dude tried to rob us and they knocked him out. Oh,” The cashier looked at his hands. “This is his.” And placed the pistol on the counter.

This looks like the perfect time to poof away so you do. Right after you pick up your snacks. Signal sees this and silently aids you. “You both aren’t hurt, right? Need medical assistance?”

No you fucking don’t.

Holding out the bag as Signal placed the last snack in you as you shook your head. “I’m a-okay. Thank you though.” And you walk out for the second time. You could still feel his eyes on you until the door closes.

And guess who shows up.

The men in blue.

“Hold it right there.” Bro, you just want to be left alone, is that so much to ask? This time instead of bringing your hands up (for a third time), you instead clutch your bag to your chest, mask down and point inside, making sure your voice matches your facial expression.

“In there, he stopped him there.” meek, timid, nervous.

It seems to have worked as the pair of policemen entered the store and you didn’t think twice and booked it (in a non suspicious manner- if you run, they might chase). Passing by a yellow motorcycle you take a glance back and see the vigilante stepping outside the store, looking somewhat bothered in the presence of the authorities. 

Sucks to suck, bud, you know that feeling very well, not your problem anymore.

As if feeling your eyes on him he turns his face towards you, your eyes meeting a mask. Oh fuck! You felt your hair stand up. Holding his gaze for a few seconds before turning away (any other abrupt movement would definitely make you look suspicious) you continue on your way.

Forcing yourself to not tense up and fight the urge to shiver at his cold gaze you round the corner and you feel somewhat safer again. But it’s a false sense of security, because you know you’re slowly losing your mind.

Hopefully you won’t run into him or any of the other bats.

-

Duke Thomas was patrolling his territory, the Narrows, when he got a notification.

“Signal, there’s a robbing occurring five blocks from your location. The corner store Convenience. Know it?” Oracle’s voice spoke through the comms.

“I know my way. I’m checking it out now.”

“Checking the cameras- there are only three people inside. The assailant, a civilian, and an employee.”

“Got it-”

“Oh wait. Huh, well look at that.” Disbelief could be heard through the comms.

“What is it?” Did things escalate too fast?

“The civi knocked the guy out. Basically one move.” Color Oracle impressed.

“I’m here, anything else I should know about?”

“I’m scanning what I can see of their face, but I’m coming up blank. I’ll let you know if anything.”

Duke didn’t reply, instead as he pulled up he saw someone coming out of the store. “Stop right there, not another step.”

He watched the figure (gender unidentifiable with the oversized hoodie) freeze before making eye contact with him-er his visor. Despite the hood being down, he could not see their face completely with their mask, only their eyes and hair. Just a normal civilian, who apparently knocked out a guy with a gun.

Then silence and no movement.

Until the civilian backed away, closing the store door.

Stunned for a moment, Duke could hear Oracles snort through the comms. “Think they’re scared?”

“From what, me? They took down a guy with a guy and I scared them?” 

“Careful, gun pointed straight at you inside.” warned Oracle.

He moves towards the front door, pushing it open to see the civilian from earlier backing away still, hands up before turning his attention to the employee with a gun. “Oh thank god it’s not another one.”

“Ah!” A yelp caught his attention and it seems the civi tripped on the knocked out guy he just noticed. They immediately spoke, catching his eyes,“I didn’t steal anything, I swear.” 

Duke holds in a snort before glancing at the employee who nods in confirmation before he focuses on the fallen person. He calmly walks towards them, taking note of their discomfort and reaches his hand out. “Sorry about that. Here.” 

Despite his covered eyes somewhat obscuring his vision, he couldn’t will them away from this stranger’s visible face. 

Duke watched their hesitation but placed their hands in his, and he swore he felt a spark that sent shivers down his spine. How curious. He pulled them up, noting just how light they felt in his hold.

“Thank you.” Their voice was soft, but audible.

They quickly pulled their hand away, the warmth gone. His hand held its place for a couple of seconds before he let it fall to his side. “What happened?” He still faced the civilian, both unmoving. He already knew what occurred, Oracle told him everything, but he wanted to hear them talk more.

Only the employee replied. He took note of their lack of eye contact. 

“That dude tried to rob us and they knocked him out. Oh,” Duke glanced as the cashier placed the gun on the counter. He’ll leave that for the cops to pick up if they don’t get here before he leaves. “This is his.”

His attention is once again stolen as the civilian in front of him kneels to pick up their half empty bag. Standing above them, he notes the tips of their ears are red, how cute.

“You good there, romeo? You kinda have a staring problem.” Oracle’s voice snapped him out of his trance.

Duke cleared his mind (he hoped he didn’t look weird or creepy, yikes) before leaning down as well and helped pick up the tossed chip bags.

Though he did take his time, just to squeeze a bit more time with this civilian that he has yet to identify. “You both aren’t hurt, right? Need medical assistance?” He mostly directed this question to them than the cashier behind him. He wonders if Oracle figured out this civilian's name. 

Placing the last snack inside the plastic bag he watches them straighten up before shaking their head. “I’m a-okay. Thank you though.” His eyes couldn’t seem to leave their figure as he watched them walk out the door.

“Cops outside, Signal.” Oracle once again breaks his attention. 

“Got it.” Duke turns his attention to the guy on the floor, sitting him up as two officers enter the store. One takes the guy off his hands while the other questions the employee, taking the gun.

A slight restless feeling took over him and he made his way outside, the one carrying the passed out guy following. Duke quickly takes notice of eyes watching him and he turns to see the complete unmasked civilian from earlier. 

This time, he really felt like he had a staring problem. He drinks up their appearance like water. Their nose, lips, face shape, everything. He didn’t know how to explain it, but he really couldn’t look away this time. Everything around him suddenly felt silent. He felt his body shiver.

Such a pretty face, this civilian caught his breath regardless. He’s not one to lose himself by a pretty face but it seems this one was an exception. He felt mesmerized, entranced, and tongue-tied. Something about this person had a strong lock on him, and he couldn’t help but feel somewhat excited then put off. It felt like a very tight leash, and he doesn’t mind one bit.

Three seconds. Ever since he caught their gaze, they made eye-contact (despite him wearing a mask) before she looked away and left, turning the corner. (Their features look pretty feminine so he’s going with her). 

“Anything Oracle?” He mumbled, still a bit lost.

“No dice. How strange…”

Bummer. He mounts his ride and drives off to finish the rest of his patrol. He’s tempted to drive in the direction the civilian went to, but he wills himself to not do that. God it’s like he’s down bad. Really bad.

Hopefully he gets to see you soon, it seems you’re staying in the Narrows which increases his chances to see you. As much as he curses himself internally, he hopes he can save you next time something dangerous happens again.

Something formed in the pit of his stomach, and he doesn’t know if it’s desire or obsession.

Regardless, he embraces this feeling whole heartedly.

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I struggled really hard, like REALLY hard. Duke is new to me (i only learned of him because of the webtoon) Now I'm reading issues he has been in and I don't know his character well but there is a SEVERE lack of Duke fics and I made it everyone's problem. So now he's down bad.

Updates are random and spars, no update schedule and don't plan to make one. This is my hobby not my obligation.

[knmaskitten]

Hate to love you !!

pairing— Ren Amamiya x afab!reader

summary— you hate Ren amamiya so much you avoid him everyday, until your classmate decides to play you a little prank.

warnings— Slight bullying.

notes— I feel like I can't write enemies to lovers, enjoy.

It was a rainy day today—the kind of day you cherish and love. The rain reminded you of many things, among them your boyfriend. You met him in your high school days when you were just a teenager, full of dreams and vehemence. The thing is, you and him had a weird start, a very weird one, which even today makes you laugh hard.

Ren Amamiya was always able to infuriate you. Regardless of the situation, something always came up when it came to him. God, you couldn't even stand to see him in the school corridors. You always wondered what the hell it was that kept you on edge when it came to him. God cursed the days you had to see him more than once at school, all because of bad luck. He wasn't even in the same class as you were, and even so, you saw him at least three times a week.

Today was one of those days. Between classes, you were standing in the center of the hallway when you noticed his jet-black hair. Along with him were Ryuuji Sakamoto and Ann Takamaki, who looked very busy discussing something you weren’t able to hear. He hadn't noticed you, and you weren't going to allow him to see you. Quickly, you ran towards the nearest door, which was a few meters away. On the way there, Mariko Yoshimoto intercepted you with a big, bright, toothy smile.

“Hey there! Where are you going in such a hurry, dear?” She asked naively. You were aware that she was faking it. Mariko liked to mess with people just to see their reactions, and while you never even allowed a pinch of her foolishness to deceive you, she still dared to use you as one of her little toys. You were strong-minded and hated when other people played dumb tricks on you; you could not stand injustice. 

Perhaps this could not stop her from doing what she was about to do, because somewhere inside you, you knew. You knew what she wanted to do because it was no secret how much you loathed Ren Amamiya and how much you loved to evade him. And she knew this piece of information very well.

She peeked behind your shoulder, and her smile grew even wider.

“Wow, running away now, are we?” A devilish chuckle erupted from her mouth, and as her lips mouthed her next sentence, a cold sweat ran through your body. Your instincts were telling you to tackle her and escape to the roof, the library, or somewhere else that would let you be at freaking peace. But you didn’t do any of those things; instead, you stood, frozen in place.

“Ren-kun!, hey! How are you?” One of her little devil hands flew to your shoulder to keep you in place. You could feel how her nails were digging little moons into your skin, while also wrinkling your school uniform, which you worked hard to keep pristine. You pursed your lips at this.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You warned. Placing your hand on her wrist to free yourself, she countered by staying still and strong, unfazed by her mission of making your life miserable.

Regarding your threats and silent protest, she kept her schemes up, and her next sentence was the last nail in the coffin. It was the last thing you wanted to hear in the world. 

“My little friend and I would love to spend some time with you and your friends if that's okay with you. Uh, and them too, of course.” Her eyes looked like those of a deer, glazed and doe-like and her teeth were showing again. She was smiling courtly and kindly, trying to hide the deception behind her words.

Say no.

Say no.

Please say no.

Mentally, you pleaded. Turning around, he was standing there a little bit taken aback, even more so seeing that it was you who was included in that sentence. He looked at you, piercing through your figure, analyzing every movement and every gesture. Anything that might tell him otherwise.

“You sure? Your friend sure looks like she could be buried at any moment.” He said it sternly. His eyes were scanning between you and Mariko, noticing something odd about the situation. 

Ann thought otherwise, because she smiled brightly and shrugged Amamiya off.  “They just want to hang out with us; I don’t think there’s something wrong with anybody.”.

But there was!

You mentally screamed and rolled your eyes. It was out of comprehension how this was even happening and why you were allowing it. You sighed, defeated. You smoothed the pleats on your dark skirt and proceeded to walk towards him, and with fake pleading eyes and a pout, you confronted him.

“Today is not your lucky day, Amamiya, and neither is mine.  If we ever have to spend some quality time together, it would be in fucking hell.” You spat. And then you turned around to finish your blow. “And Mariko, find someone else to be your bitch because I am not available to fill that damned position.”

And you walked off. There was nothing else to do but walk away from there. And you walked—not run, not sprint—walked. You walked to the beat of the confused conversation you were leaving behind, and when there was a turn, you ran. Ran so fast you could feel a stream of tears forming in your eyes.

You ended up in the girls’ bathroom, feeling a little bit safe. You hid on one of the stools. Letting yourself go, the flood of tears came like a current, strolling down your cheeks like a river. Thank goodness you were wearing waterproof mascara that day. Feeling a little bit pathetic, you let yourself go and cried like a baby. You hated when everything went to your head; you hated when such trifles were able to get a grip on you. 

Life was just this shitty, you guessed.

Later in the day, you were on cleaning duty, trying to dust off a corner filled with spiderwebs.

“Do you need help with that?” He was softly spoken, almost like a faint mumble. Just like he didn’t want to be either heard or perceived.

“Maybe never,” you spat. Was it that hard to have a single peaceful day? He meddled in every single one of your businesses as if he were your mom or something. You turned around to face that fair skin and sharp features, those deep eyes and ruffled hair, to face him.

He frowned; he looked a tad bit pissed. Like if somebody just stuck gum in his pristine, perfect hair. He took two steps towards you, perfectly measured and dance-like. The light shone in his iris, making it difficult to pinpoint what was making you feel so drunk-like.

“You are one hell of a nice person, aren’t you?” he hissed in a poisonous manner.

Was it his tone that made you feel a tingling sensation at the nape of your neck? Or maybe it was how his eyes lit up with fire when you spoke. Or maybe, just maybe, was it that you hated him so much that you wanted to shut him up in just about any way you could? The room was empty but it felt full to the brim with anger. It was an antithesis of how the light danced on the floor and the little specks of dust floating in such serenity and then you two, full of tension and loathing.

“You’re one to talk, mister perfect behavior.” You gave him a very fake, crooked smile. He looked like he expected it as such but still managed to lose composure whenever you were around. He ran his hand through his air and adjusted his glasses; he almost looked disheveled.

“You play with my nerves.”

“Can’t believe you even have nerves.”

“Ugh.”Another step closer—too close, maybe. Everything felt as if it were slowing in time; the little dust specks were suspended, and the light ceased to dance. A light breeze flew past you, messing up some hair strands.

“What are you even doing here?… You don’t even go to this class.” You almost whisper, lowering your tone.

"Why, just why do you hate me?” He said bluntly.

“Cornering someone is not very friendly, you know.”

“I’ve never said I wanted to be friendly with you.”

“I hate you.” 

Another step closer to you, he leaned in, millimeters from your face. You were able to see his porcelain skin and dark eyes, as well as how he scrunched his face when he was near you.

“You don’t understand how much I do too.”

He looked as if he were going to kiss you; he looked at your lips and then at your eyes, analyzing you. He smiled, a mischievous grin, and exhaled. You felt his breath hit your nostrils, your warm skin. Instinctively, you took a step backwards, putting as much distance between you two as you could.

He then approached you and kissed you very swiftly but passionately. You returned the kiss, hatefully kissing him, with spite and loathing.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

And the rest was history. After that, you two started sneaking out of class to kiss, progressively started having lunch together, and then, after keeping all of this a secret, you asked him out, but not before discussing what the hell was the feeling you both had. At the end, you both came to the conclusion that you hated each other’s guts because you couldn’t have them. Ren said, “I hate to love you.” and you agreed with him.

You definitely hated to love Ren so much, but still, at the end of the day and even right now, you couldn't imagine a life without him.

Thank you for reading <3 masterlist and more.

[feyhunter78]

Thank you so much lovely! My Gil Galad story is that yn is Erlronds sister, so like her brother she’s half human, and for that she suffers a bit from other elves. Gil Galad has been in love with her from the moment he laid his eyes on her and wants nothing more than to love and cherish her. But she doesn’t think she’s worth it of the King, until he proves her wrong. What do you think?

Of course!!!! This was a great prompt, and I had such a good time writing it!!!

The High-King's Love

You know it’s foolish. You’ve told yourself a million times, and others have chastened you as well for your lofty feelings, but you cannot rid yourself of your love for Gil-Galad any more than you stem the flow of blood from your heart. So, you suffer in silence, knowing that you will never be worthy of him, never be accepted as High-Queen.

How could you be? You are half-mortal, too human for the elves and too elvish for the humans. Your younger brother, Elrond, urges you not to think in such a way, to confess your feelings for Gil-galad and see if he returns them.

The High-King has never married, never been seen with a lover, so reason stands that you may have a chance. But you’re too afraid to take the shot. To pull back the drawstring and let your arrow fly, hoping desperately that it will hit its mark and not fly off into the weeds.

So, you ignore the man, flee conversations with him, hide in your chambers when he calls upon you, and take your meals in solitude. This is partially due to your own fear, and partially in order to cease the cruel whispers.

The others of the court had begun to turn on you, speaking harshly of you behind your back. Whispering that you would attempt to seduce the king with your scandalous half-mortal ways, or that your diluted blood would taint his own pure and royal bloodline and put an end to the great Elven kings.

But it is the rumors of your inadequacy that sting the most. That you cannot cook, or clean, that you have no skill in weaving or battle. That your singing voice is a frog’s croak, your dancing like that of a lumbering bear. All untrue, and you know that in your heart. But when Gil-galad goes out of his way to help you through the steps of a newer dance, or calls for a servant to clean the spilled wine, you feel as if he thinks you a failure as well.

You’re walking in the garden, attempting to get some fresh air and quiet your mind before bed, when you hear them. Lady Aria and Lord Arannis, a married pair who have taken a particular dislike to you and your brother.

“I hear the High-King has called upon her many times, and she refuses to appear.” Lady Aria said, a disbelieving tone to her voice.

“You think that is bad, my love? I was told that he wished to replant all the flowers outside her quarters to be those of her favorite flower.”

“She surely has enthralled him with some strand of mortal lust, a pity her kind is allowed to roam free.”

You bit your lip to muffle your sob, and stumbled backwards, tears blurring your vision as you fled in the opposite direction of their cruel words.

And as luck would have it, you ran right into Gil-galad.

He catches you, his warm hands on your shoulders, his eyes filled with concern. “Lady y/n, what ails you?”

The dam breaks, and you tell him everything, the cruel words, the whispers, your feelings of inadequacy, and most importantly your affections for him. It all comes tumbling out as you sob into his robe.

He cups your face gently, raising your head, your eyes forced to meet his, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and fills you with a steady warmth that dries your tears.

“I love you, y/n, I have longed to speak those words, but have held myself back in fear you would not return them.” He admitted, his forehead resting against yours.

“But I am not fit to be your queen, our people will never accept me.” You whispered, knowing you should pull away but finding yourself unable to.

“Why do you think such things? Because those who are jealous, whisper them in the dark? Leave their darkened hearts in the shadows and join me. Step forward into the light, y/n, I wish for no queen but you.”

You wanted to believe him, truly you were believing him. His calm and steady voice, rich and deep, vibrating through your bones, calming your worrying heart.

His hands gripped yours, and he brought them to his lips. “I will put an end to their words, whether you accept my plea to rule by my side or not. Even if you reject me, it still wounds my heart to see you suffer.”

“You love me?” You asked, looking up at him nervously.

“Yes, you are intelligent and beautiful, kind, and charming. You care for our people even when they are cruel to you, and you have been a loyal heart. I could ask for no better queen.” His words are full of sincerity, and you feel a surge of bravery.

Going up on your toes, you press your lips to his. “I will marry you; I will be your queen.”

He smiles into the kiss and brushes his lips across your forehead before offering you, his arm.

You take it hesitantly, and he leads you back down the path.

“Lady Aria, Lord Arannis, good evening.” He calls to them.

They look surprised to see you on the High-King’s arm but make no comment, simply greeting you both.

“It seems you two will be the first to hear our good tidings.”

“Good tidings, my king?” Lord Arannis asks.

“We are to be married; Lady y/n has finally accepted my proposal.” He smiles down at you.

You smile shyly up at him, biting back a laugh at the shocked looks on the pair’s faces.

“That is—well…very exciting, my king.” Lady Aria stutters, taking her husband’s arm and beginning to pull him away. “We shall spread the good tidings to all we see.”

“Please do. I shall make an official announcement on the morrow.” He calls after the retreating pair.

You giggle and lean into him, “That will certainly change the tide of whispers.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer.

 You sigh in relief, feeling content, nuzzled into your soon-to-be husband’s side.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

[insupportofhatedanimecharacters]

A defense of good boy Misha (the one from Honkai Star Rail)

Why am I defending him after coming out of nowhere? Because I love this sweet boy and I am gonna have to let go of him eventually! And I will never get the waifu only incels who hate male child characters for being "annoying". Most of you acted like him at his age.

He's ugly and unattractive

No, he isn't! He is a very cute and handsome baby boy! I would say he is no different from a puppy if you put him next to a picture of one! I would also gladly say he is the cutest/ prettiest of the boys for sure! Also, referring to him as someone who needs to be attractive is kinda creepy. He's a minor ya know. One around 10-13 as well.

He's so annoying, whiny, and pathetic because he talks too much and is a crybaby

All because what? Like I said before, Misha is literally a 10-13 year old boy. He is just acting his age TBH. He is just acting his age and having fun. Also, he doesn't talk too much because not enough people can see or notice him. Also, I don't remember him being much of a crybaby canon wise. There are times the little bellboy himself knows how to be polite and mature. For instance, how he acted in an interview with Owlbert. He treated him so politely and was very respectful, unlike a certain pink haired IPC bitch who ruined his legacy. If you're referring to him crying in fan art because he can't go on trailblazing adventures or because he is trying his best at his job but people aren't noticing him, that would be okay reasons to cry. Nobody deserves to have their dreams crushed like that. Much less a child. It's very heartbreaking.

He's not a hot anime waifu

And? Does every character need to be a waifu to be good? My answer is no. Yes, there are multiple characters in this game who are waifus and also good characters. But the male characters are also great whether they are husbando (18+ characters please) or son material (any character under 18)!

I didn't get (insert character here) and it's his fault

No, it's not his fault. You just had bad luck. You can get them next time.

I wanna beat the shit outta him like I do with Yanqing

Honestly, Yanqing didn't deserve that and Misha doesn't either. Both of them are good boys who don't deserve the hate by pathetic incels.

He and/or Gallagher deserved to die and you're delusional for wanting either of them back

Honestly, no. Neither of them deserved to die. At least they got peaceful deaths unlike Tingyun! Speaking of which, Tingyun is supposed to be coming back later this year as she should! Can it please give us Misha + Gallagher fans hope?

He is just generic femboy bait/an NPC; you only like him because he's "cute"

Please stop calling underage male characters that. It's disgusting

You didn't read the story did you? He is literally the watchmaker's memory zone meme.

There is nothing wrong with liking cute characters! They're just so huggable, cuddly, and kissable!

He's not meta/ his gameplay is really bad

And does everyone have to use meta characters? Also, he is not bad. You just don't know how to build him and you should try at least building him. The 4 stars in this game are already under loved and deserve more love! Misha is a great example of this! Give the boy more love please!

Anyway, that's my defense of my precious little son! Please give him all the love he deserves if you get him or already have him! And please cherish his texts while you still can and talk to him while he is still on the train because you will miss him when he's gone! I'm sure a good chunk of you already have let him go and miss him dearly! He is/was the sweetest boy in Penacony and he deserves so much better!

[11queensupreme11]

Since you already answered the 'who would want kids' question, you interested in giving us the Arsenic Blues edition of 'how many kids would they want' and 'best to worst dad' like tsunami? I feel like those would be a lot more fucked up since

A) They have an eternity to make kids with Percy(let's say she's immortal too) and

B) Incest. Who is to say their kids won't inherit the yandereness of their dad towards their mom? Filicide, anyone?

YOU ARE TOTALLY RIGHT THIS WOULD DEFINITELY BE SO MUCH MORE FUCKED UP HAHAHAHAHAHA 👹

Daddyseidon: this guy went from wanting 0 kids to wanting a whole army. Would prefer to have sons with Percy so he could put them in a position of power by kicking out the kings ruling the other six kingdoms of atlantis and place them on the throne instead. Let's be honest, his sons would probably be yandere for their mom too so rip to percy she is NEVER catching a break

Hades: would also want a bunch of kids. at first, he would settle with like five, but then they grow up and he'll go into his "i miss my babies 🥺" phase and then get the bright idea of just having more babies with percy. Plus, he loves how cute she looks when pregnant and how dependent of him she is

Apollo: wants hundreds of kids and would probs have to expand delos just to fit them all lmao. Unlike the other two idiots ^^ he would take his time with the babymaking because, as the god of healing, he knows how stressful it could be carrying a baby especially since Percy would still be trying to get used to her new divine status.

Beelzebub: will happily settle for like... three at the beginning of their relationship. Mans just so happy to have a beautiful wife and such perfect children. His happy little family 🥺 Genuinely never thought something so good would ever happen to him, so he just wants to take his time and bask in it all. Maybe after a century he would bring up the idea of having more kids

Okay, now... as for best to worst daddy:

Apollo: Have you seen this guy's backstory in the manga yet? He would be SUCH a good father. He would teach his kids to work hard and that they're beautiful they way they are 🥹 Unlike with Hades, he would encourage them to find love and teach them to cherish their lover (he also prays that they don't inherit his bad luck with love, he might actually start a war with Aphrodite if they do)

Hades: The only reason he's below Apollo is because Hades would have no issues in keeping his children, his daughters especially, locked up within the confines of his palace in Helheim. He's an overprotective father and knows how lovesick gods behave when they're faced with a beautiful place (he knows because he was that lovesick god lmao)

Beelzebub: You're probably wondering why he's so low. Well, it's because he's not actually afraid to experiment on his children 💀 Ya you heard me right, while he'll be a very doting and protective father, he also wants his kids to have more of Percy's features than his own. A part of him still feels self-loathing so he hates the thought of his lovely children inheriting his "ugly" features. So he would experiment on his kids while in-utero to make sure they have Percy's features (tanner skin, sea-green eyes, black hair, etc)

Daddyseidon: Bro he fucked his own daughter ofc he'd be down here 😭

[sexygirleverlovingit]

'Just smile and wave.'

HIII, My name is Moxie or mox whatever you want to call me tots I got this blog page because well why wouldn't Im famous! Well was. I was a model for lots of things 😍😘 if you get what I mean. I am 19 years old nearly 20 I don't have any lebal on my sexuality I like what I like at the time. I'm a female she her all the way but whatever you are I don't care you could be a pig if you want still wouldn't care!

#livingthatlifeeee😜😜😜

Backstory and trap story below!

Backstory: Growing up moxie was in a broken home her father was just a drunk man all the time and her mother was the type to only care about herself and go gambling. She grew up just with herself and learnt how to take care of herself so took pride in her looks when she went to primary school so got praised for it and her mother did to so her mother put her into modeling as a child she loved it all eyes on her. In highschool she became a bully and selfish making fun of girls or boys or anyone who didn't look like her. She became a famous well known model on magazines.

Trap reasoning: duo to her bullying others and doing things that put her life at risk, she found herself among those who been trapped. She was a horrible girl growing up making others feel down about their looks but really she didn't appreciate her own looks she wanted to get plastic in her face. When she already had that natural beauty.

HER TRAP:

"hello moxie, I know you but you may not know me. But I want to play a game. You must be confused but soon you will not be. Remember all back in high-school. Those girls you bullied for their looks. While you where just feeling all those things. Every girl you bullied back then it affected them bad making them take away their natural beauty. You were willing to do dangerous surgery's to yourself to make fake beauty that could of cost you your life. You will cherish your life now. You will notice you tied to a board and you can't talk because of a wire that's in your mouth but you can see to your side. Many scarples are there. You must take them and at least make many new beautiful scars for yourself in every part of your body. If you do not the wire will move back in your mouth till your jaw is off. Will you finally appreciate your life or will you perish. Good luck you have 3 minutes."

Moxie eyes widened and dart around she could see the timer counting down she tried to move but all she could move was her arms she tried to get the wire off her but she couldn't she felt it slowly pulling back hurting her mouth she cries out in a panic and then slowly picks up the scalpel she first started with her thigh she cried out in pain making wounds to herself as the timer goes down she goes faster her arms her stomach chest and all but she didn't go for her face. Never. The timer was nearly out and she still wasn't free she cries out knowing the last part of her body was going to be her face. She shaken lifts her arms up to her face slowly cutting into it letting the blood spill like the rest of her wounds all over her body.

When the wires stopped pulling at her mouth and the things that tied her drops she falls to the floor coughing her hands going to her mouth feeling the sides of her mouth all cut up. She survived but at what cost.

This is an oc saw blog!!

[giantchasm]

My bad if I'm a little late (especially for a two-in-one), but who's the cool parent to you, Peony? And which of your ghostly buds do you like more, Papa Max or old bestie Sectonia? (Good luck on bringing them back btw! At least I believe you can do it! :D

"No, seriously, though... both my mom and dad are so cool, and Granddad and Miss Sectonia are the absolute best. I guess it's one of those things where it's not really a competition for me? They're each cherished by me in their own individual way. Mom’s so tough and smart. She has an answer to EVERYTHING, and she never lets anyone mess with her! But my dad is super brave and knows all the best stories… and he’s smart, too! Every bit as much as mom is! Just in a different way. The two of them have taught me everything I know. Granddad spoils me and tells the best jokes and loves to play games. But Miss Sectonia is always looking out for me and says the nicest things. She seems scary when you first meet her, but once you get her to warm up she’s the most caring person you’ll know. Which… um, I guess might sound strange to the people who knew Granddad and Sectonia when they were sick, but they’re alright now, so everybody has to be nice to them! They’re my family, too, and that’s why I’m working so hard to make sure they’ll eventually be allowed to live the lives they deserve. Thank you for the well wishes regarding that."

Ohhhh Peony, I can't help but feel you're simplifying this a little. I would not, in fact, describe Sectonia, even uncorrupted, as 'the most caring person you know.' With or without an ancient artifact actively flanderizing her personality she's a bit of a mean-spirited, self-centered bitch. She's just chosen to take you specifically under her wing because you're your father's daughter and you remind her of her younger, more reckless self. You are the exception not the rule. 😭

Same goes for Granddad. Dude's also still kind of goddamn weird. Your mother, in fact, would be the first person to state that.

I'm glad you're so loved and have so much love for your family, though. I'm sure your mom, dad, granddad and the unexplained scary woman who aimlessly follows your father around appreciate it.

@kirbyoctournament

[bandagegirl]

Cheese eel lore when?

First and foremost, Fortuna isn't real in the game. If you go to Midas' Cave, even on a friday, she will Not be there. I'm saying this because people keep thinking Fortuna is a real character in the game but she's not. Also, i cant do read mores without everything breaking, so i apologize for the wall of text.

Fortuna is the Golden Goddess of Luck, Wishes and Riches. Commonly called Lady Luck by most people, Miss Fortuna by Midas out of respect and nicknamed Tuna by various people. Fortuna is an OLD goddess, in her own words, she's old enough to remember the flow of time being a mere creak. For most of her life, she was traveling all over, spreading luck, granting wishes and adding things to her collections. But unlike many gods, Fortuna typically didn't make a big show out of her appearances, hiding away in caves and wells due to simply not liking being around many people for long times and being a Gigantic Golden Eel Goddess kinda draws a lot of attention. Fortuna is autistic and very, very large, made out gold thats always kinda soft and melty but never actually dropping off of her.

Many Gods herd their followers with a watchful eye, stricking fear into their hearts to keep them compliant, but not Fortuna. Fortuna believes in being kind and caring to everyone, giving safety to even the most dangerous of gods if they ask for shelter. Yes, it definitely has bitten her in the tail quite a few times but that doesnt stop her from being kind, from granting wishes to mortals and gods alike. The only exceptions would be wishes relating to herself such as love proposals and negative wishes such as self harm and death. Fortuna has no interest in romance and romantic relations and the last time she fulfilled a large amount of negative wishes, it birthed a god of bad luck and fears.

Over her many travels, Fortuna has amassed a large collection of various artifacts. some were won in games and fights against powerful individuals, others are objects of mass destruction and thus kept away from the world, others are bodyparts and full creatures preserved in jars for various reasons, others are gifts, offerings and sacrifices given to Fortuna, all cherished and well remembered over the eons. The most important part of her collection is her graveyard of golden statues. Each statue has been crafted by the goddess herself using purest of gold and the remains of the individual. Most statues are of other gods that have crossed her path and met their end for various reasons. Some statues are of mortals for the very same reasons. Fortuna treats mortals and gods with equal kindness and respect, even in death. Gods are usually only remembered in their long lives, the moment they die, mortals move on and forget their gods. But as an ancient goddess, Fortuna honours the death of each and every god and mortal in her golden graveyard because no one else is there to remember them. If she ever shows you her collection, you are bound to have her infodump for hours and hours about each piece with loving detail. Fortuna calls people (my) dear and dearest.

If challenged to a fight, Fortuna will either play more than seriously fight, allowing you to survive, or she goes for a quick kill, biting her opponent with her powerful flat teeth. She can extend smaller versions of herself from her mouth like a Xenomorph for better biting. Despite her ability to draw out a large amount of hands from all over her long body, she doesnt use any weapons. Being Luck in person, Fortuna doesn't lose. She can easily heal her own wounds with gold in her cave.

Fortuna has two relatives. Her little sister Paidia, Goddess of Gambling and Addiction, co-creator of games of chance such as knucklebones. Paidia lived for many years together with Fortuna in what later became the lands of the Old Faith, statues of her hidden all over, but she decided to leave long before the bishops ever came into being. While Paidia built her own grand city akin to Las Vegas called Schatzstadt, bright and full of addicting fun times, many beliefs that used to belong to her were slowly attributed to her older sister Fortuna such as the creation of games of chance. But neither mind much, the two sisters are on very good terms, calling eachother Payday and Tuna affectionately despite having not had contact since going seperate ways. Paidia is a huge flirt, commonly seducing mortals for her own amusement. Paidia fucks, ok. Someone in the family had to. Similar to Fortuna, Paidia collects pictures of interesting visitors, be it other gods, powerful and important mortals, successful players of her games or simply just a charming guest. If you manage to beat or impress her, you may make a request. She's not a wish granter like Fortuna but Paidia has her ways of getting what she wants and needs. Information is her specialty but she loves to gamble with it. Tell her something new and she might share small info bits that you need. Be glad to leave her city with a vague description of Fortuna's whereabouts, the fact you're leaving at all speaks for itself. Paidia gives people many flirty nicknames, many of which are food themed (sugartits, hunk of meat, full course seafood platter).

Fortuna has a son, born from a time where people wished for horrible things. For a storm to destroy the school because they're afraid of failing a test. For someone to get injured as petty revenge. For death. All these negative wishes came in such high amounts, they made Fortuna horribly sick. When Fortuna threw up a large mass of pitch, she started losing consciousness. and in those moments, the pile of pitch rose, spread wings and flew away. That is Gustav Mandela Angel Pechvogel, God of Bad Luck and Fears. While he shares Fortuna's deep brown eyes, his smile is fake and simply just how his lower beak looks like. Gustav, just like his mother, travels the world, spreading bad luck wherever he goes. He played part in many disasters, especially if it involves people of power. Gustav firmly believes that his mother doesnt care about him, so he tries to suck up to anyone while completely wrecking them with fears and stress and anxiety, possibly projecting his own insecurities onto the individual while manipulating them. Gustav enjoys watching the explosion but will leave shortly after, not wanting to be caught in the aftermath. Fortuna isnt aware of Gustav's existence. He calls people Darling.

As long as someone wishes for it, Fortuna can do it. Not even bringing people back from the dead is impossible, but a full body or even just bodyparts nake it easier. Any missing parts will be replaced with gold. Objects given by Fortuna are blessed to work beyond hood, a soup laddle always serving enough for everyone, a sword never missing its needed target, an unbreakable shield that protects frm everything. On the occasion someone wishes for a child, that child will bear Fortuna's brown eyes and a large smile. The children of those children will have brighter eyes with every generation until they have bright golden eyes. Fortuna typically blesses people and objects by licking them due to not being really able kiss.

When the bishops came to the lands Fortuna had her mainstay in, she decided to stay and hide away while many other gods tried to challenge the bishops to no avail. While many gods died or left the lands, many were too weak to flee and didnt wish to die, so Fortuna offered them all shelter in her gold filled cave and her beloved wishing well. As time went on, the few followers she shared with the other gods slowly dwindled into nothing, leaving them all with no devotion. Fortuna stayed strong thanks to her gold healing and strengthening her, and people were still making wishes all over the world, but that didn't stop some of the other gods from going into a deep sleep they will never wake up from.

One day, a starfish with golden eyes stumbled into the cave. Banished from Anchordeep for daring to steal from the bishop of plagues, the starfish throws a wish into the well. Fortuna whispers to him to return to the beach, where he will find treasures in a wrecked ship. If he decides to bring those treasures back into the cave, he will receive far more than any ship or squid could ever carry. And so, the starfish returns, sharing the treasures with his new gods. Placing a crown from the ship wreck treasure on his head, the Golden Goddess renames the starfish Midas. The nameless Minor God of Health binds Midas' life to the gods, granting him immortality as long as he doesnt fall in a fight. In return, the gods gain a devoted follower that will take care of them until they all are freed. Until the bishops are dead. Midas is taught by Fortuna to be kind and caring to all no natter what, which blooms well in the starfish.

Rumors spread throughout Silk Cradle, of gods hiding away in the Cave of Midas. The bishop of war searches for the cave to prove these rumors wrong. Midas shoves Shamura into the well and a godly bloodbath happens. Some gods die or are badly and Shamura barely manages to escape the well and cave, yet they decide to come back. At first, their goal is to get rid of those gods but over time, the bloodlust makes way for conversations. During their many fights, Fortuna kept talking to Shamura, not taking it seriously and playing with the small crown bearer. Offering to heal the spider so that no one grows suspicious, Shamura gets to talking with Fortuna and Midas over tea. Conversations the god of war needed but couldn't have with their siblings.

Over time, the spider and the eel grow close in ways neither could describe and it scares the other gods. Fearing Fortuna would betray them and throw them all to their death at the bishop's claws, they plead to Midas to do something. A plan is created, each and every god is sealed in the wishing well as Fortuna sleeps to their own protection, the seal breaking only when the bishops all have died. Midas isnt good with magic, hurting himself during the sealing while Fortuna asks him to take good care of himself. The starfish awakens next to a gold filled well with the spider bishop overlooking him, their head wrapped in bandages. Shamura stops visiting the cave soon after, Midas isnt why they kept visiting.

[ciaossu-imagines]

miura haru + p(resent) & i(ce) from christmas prompt 1. tysmm!!

Thank you so much! Haru is always an absolute blast to write about, because she’s just such a personality. I absolutely think she’d be really into Christmas and would go more than a little overboard, like she does for Halloween. She just really loves making both strangers and her friends happy and jolly during the season!

P(resent): What’s their ideal Christmas gift? What would they give as a gift?

Haru, if she was asked what she wanted for Christmas, would be one of those people who would have a really hard time automatically coming up with an answer. She has a hard time coming up with gifts she might like on a dime and she’d need to really sit down, for several evenings, to make her Christmas list. Even when she does make her Christmas list, it’s a pretty short one. She’s not really materialistic and she doesn’t like the thought of people spending a lot of money on her. While she’s okay with spending money on herself and spoiling herself, she struggles to ask others to spend money on her. She’d be really happy, though, with gifts that show that the other person knows her and she really cherishes handmade gifts. Friends who can bake or cook making her her favourite cake or her favourite meal is a fantastic gift in her mind. One Christmas, Kyoko knits her a pretty, light-blue, yellow, and pink scarf from feather yarn and Haru not only wears it the entire winter but she makes it the only scarf she wears until she gets another handmade one. Other gifts that Haru would think to ask for, or would really appreciate, are books from authors she likes, headphones because she’s always losing hers, and plushies. If someone were to make her, for example, a Tsuna plush? That would be heaven for Haru. When it comes to the gifts she gives, Haru uses all her creativity and talent and makes a lot of her gifts. She sews, knits, crafts, and bakes for the whole of December just to make sure that she has gifts for all her friends and family and she really takes notes on what they’re asking for. While some of her gifts are a little too unique for the person receiving them to really appreciate, what is appreciated is the good luck charms she gives everyone in her life every single Christmas.

I(ce): Would they enjoy ice-skating? Would they be good at it?

Haru would really like ice skating, both with her friends but especially as something to do on a date. She really has this romantic daydream of going out on an ice-skating date with someone cute, of holding mittened hands as the two of them skate around, them helping her stay up on her skates, both of them smiling and laughing. She has romantic daydreams of them helping her put on her ice skates and it being a real Cinderella moment. However, the reality of it would be quite different. Haru does have a gymnastics background and because of this, she does have a great deal of balance. She’s able, after a little bit, to get quite steady on her skates and she doesn’t have an issue with ice skating. She doesn’t need anyone to help hold her up. She’s no figure skater, by any means, but she can skate reasonably well. If anything, she’ll be the person helping all the others find their skating legs, especially the kids. She’ll feel too bad watching them fall on their butts or their faces and she ends up being the one to babysit the kids whenever everyone goes to the ice rink.

[redr0sewrites]

Kim'dael x reader Headcanons

she is criminally underrated omfg here are some headcanons reqs are open!

🥀CW: nsfw, mommy kink, blood/knife kink, thirst and filth, bondage, mentions of wlw sex ig?

🥀 minors dni with the nsfw part

SFW:

SHE PAINTS HER NAILS ALL DIFFERENT COLORS ALL THE TIME

shes gotten really good at it, and she will do yours if you want her too

shes a really intense lover, but has a softer side

shes always flirting with you, and enjoys seeing you flustered

she will let you do her makeup, and will be smirking at you the ENTIRE time

she will teach you how to fight and defend yourself if you dont already know how

she has lots of enemies, and wants to make sure your safe

she has lived a long time, and knows how to read people very well. she can always tell when your feeling upset, but will wait for you to talk to her sbout it as she doesnt want to intrude

i feel like she would give you lots of gifts, shes not necessarily good with words but she will gift u lots of charms and trinkets. if she sees you wearing any jewelry shes given you, her heart will flutter a little

there has to be a lot of trust and communication within the relationship, kim'dael knows she isnt the easiest to love and that her life is difficult

if anything were to happen to you, she would go apeshit even if your wounded with just a scratch whoever hurt you is going to PAY

she likes really long, intimate kisses that lead into messy makeout sessions

if you let her drink your blood, she will be very, VERY careful not to hurt you or take too much

she finds your blood especially strong because of your bond and your love so she will save it for special occasions

she is very intelligent, and she enjoys talking about complex things with you

she plans ahead alot, and is always very punctual for dates

she INSISTS on paying for you milf behavior

she is very passionate about her past and her beliefs, and if you feel otherwise that may lead ot disagreements

she doesn't like avizandum or any of the archdragons very much

she mourns the moonshadow companions that she lost so long ago, but acts like it doesnt bother her anymore

NSFW

DOM DOM DOM

if you have a vampire kink your in luck

she is SUPER into marking and by the end of the night your skin is covered in bite marks and scratches

seeing you bloody is a turn on for her, and she has a knife kink. she wont hurt you too bad, but enjoys running the knife over you during sex and watching you shiver from the cold metal

super into bondage (i forget the fancy name) and will tie you up with thick red ropes in intricate designs

she will tease you for HOURS before the sex even starts

if you have boobs, she will ravish them

she also enjoys if you mark or play with hers, and will smirk the whole time

she prefers recieving to giving, and will pull on your hair when your going down on her

she will not be afraid to grind her hips on your face, she LOVES seeing your face all messy from her cunt

she also enjoys riding your face, your fucked out expression is something she cherishes

very much into scissoring teehee

if u have a cock, she LOVES riding you until your whimpering she will not let you cum until she does

SO MUCH DEGRADING SHE IS MEAN

mommy kink? mommy kink

"awe, your gonna come already? thats too bad, mommy hasn't come yet.. i guess if you beg really sweetly, mommy might let you come sooner. come on, i know you can do better then that doll~"

scratches you down your back with her long nails and will watch as you squirm and whimper

she is also into pain herself and would very much enjoy it if you gave her hickeys

POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE

she is into public sex, its such a turn on for her if you guys are almost caught

sex in the woods/outdoor sex is definitely a yes for her

she can go all night, shes not stopping until you both are more than satisfied

SHE IS SO UNDERRATED WHERE ARE THE FICS FOR HER??? auugh she is so fine. reqs are open, lmk if you want more! i tried to make this gender neutral, but i feel like she would be more inclined towards a female/gender neutral partner however this can be seen as a male reader :) lmk if there are any mistakes!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Sariel Noir 3rd Birthday Story (both POV)

Sariel's POV in purple

Jealous Sariel sure is something

Usually, Sariel would turn a blind eye toward whatever his love is planning but...One morning, he happened to catch MC happily accepting a rose from Yves. To an outsider, it looks like an exchange between lovers. But to Sariel, it's easy for him to see what's going on, considering the day that's coming. Still, the sight of MC receiving a flower from another man stirs something dark in his heart.

On the morning before his birthday, MC's in Sariel's office reading out a report. Once done, Sariel thanks her for a job well done. His praise energizes her, ready to move on to the next task when suddenly, Sariel brings up something he saw this morning. MC meeting with Yves in secret. She can't help but flinch at what his words imply and wonders if he knows what she's planning.

The "plan" being something she had told Leon and his faction about a few days ago. She thought she could collect a rose from everyone (her and Rio included) and put their feelings into a bouquet for Sariel's birthday. Roses because of they symbolize the country that he cherishes so much, and a rose from everyone because of his relationship with them. The domestic faction, plus Rio who's also in the office, are down for the plan. Jin asks MC what she has for the foreign faction to convince them to go along with the plan. She'll figure it out when she visits them. Leon offers to lend a hand should she need it.

MC's supposed to be collecting the roses from each prince on the day before Sariel's birthday, but she didn't expect him to catch her. She needed to deceive him in some way. MC explains that she and Yves just happened to run into each other and so they chatted for a while. MC's effort in trying to hide her alarm is commendable, and it makes him curious about how she'd react if he pushed more. MC explains that Yves gave her the flower after she complimented it. Sariel gets up from his seat and gets close to her, his eyes searching for something. He whispers that knowing something's being kept a secret just makes him want to find out more. MC insists that she has nothing to hide. Internally, she's panicking. At the same time, Sariel's amused by MC's efforts in trying to hide her plans given how much of an honest person she is. Sariel steps away and decides to leave it for now. But he won't let go of the fact that MC's been more friendly with the other princes lately so he'll be by her side for the rest of the day. Since they're doing the same work, it wouldn't be a bad idea for them to work together once in a while. Normally, he would never suggest something like this, but that lingering feeling of jealousy sprouted an idea. And with this idea, not only does he get to spend more time with MC, but also observe her efforts in planning something for his birthday. Killing two, or even three, birds with one stone. Spending time with her may kill those jealous feelings too.

MC's happy at the thought of being able to spend more time with her loved one, but then realizes that she won't be able to collect any more roses. Sariel gives her an unreadable smile. What will MC do?

On their way to the domestic faction's office, MC asks if Sariel's really planning on spending the whole day with her. But that doesn't mean minds, she says when he asks if she dislikes the idea. Sariel watches as her expression fluctuates between happy and contemplative.

While in the domestic faction office, Sariel watches MC go about her business. Jin's unsettled by his presence and Yves asks MC what the heck is happening here. MC replies that he's...just making sure that she's doing her job? Licht asks she means he's monitoring her. Leon asks to confirm if he's not going to be staying with MC 24/7. Sariel's going to stay with MC for as long as he can. Leon wishes MC luck. Sariel's suspicious of Leon but he'll hold back on it for now. Now that the two are done with their business with the domestic faction, Sariel hugs MC's shoulder and ushers her away. He removes his hand from her shoulder and runs his fingers down her back. On their way out, Sariel looks back to see a bitter expression on Yves' face. The prince wonders what Sariel's real purpose was and Licht assumes it was to make a show of something. Sariel just excuses himself, closing the door to the office while taking in the various expressions on the princes' faces.

In the foreign faction office, Clavis is surprised to see the two bureaucrats together and wonders if they really have that much time on their hands to be together.. Luke calls Sariel overprotective. Sariel tells the princes not to mind him. The man really hasn't left her side since that morning and seemed to enjoy watching MC being teased by the other princes.

Nokto comes in, surprised by the number of people in the office. Just in time too because Sariel has some business with him as well. With his attention turned to the 7th prince, Luke secretly calls MC over. He tells her not to worry about the rose. Somehow the roses from the foreign faction will be collected but it's too early to be relieved yet.

As it turns out, Sariel did notice MC sneaking about while he was occupied with Nokto. Now he understands that other princes are involved in whatever MC's planning. While part of him's occupied with this thought, Nokto looks at him in amusement and points out that he's been paying attention to MC during their whole exchange. MC twitches at that comment while Sariel praises Nokto for noticing. The prince tells Sariel that he was being obvious about it. Apparently there's rumors going around that Sariel's been sticking close to MC. Meanwhile, Sariel's pleased by the fact that he's made MC red, especially in front of others.

Like he did with he domestic faction, the tells the foreign faction that this is just training. And then pulls MC close by the waist while going "isn't that right?" MC whispers Sariel's name in surprise which fills his heart with a sense of superiority. He just can't get enough of showing off in front of others, but needs to restrain himself. He never thought he'd act this way in public, but he can't help but claim MC as his. He wonders if this is what it means to be possessive. He really is obsessed with MC. He smiles self-deprecatingly to himself with MC's not looking.

Time skip to dusk, there still hasn't been a chance for MC to sneak away. When Sariel asks her about something written in one of her documents, she wonders if she'll finally get her chance. She knows of some materials in the library that can provide more information. As Sariel's about to suggest the two go together, MC cuts him off. One person will be enough. She'll be right back. And then she takes off. Sariel lets her off because he doesn't want MC to be sad and full of regret at not being able to do whatever she was planning just because he was being mean to her.

After retrieving the book she needed from the library, she sees Leon and calls out to him. He teasingly asks how she managed to escape. MC says it was difficult. More importantly, the roses... Leon tells her that he's holding onto the ones from Jin and Licht, and will give them to her when Sariel's not around. MC thanks him and as she tells him that Yves' and hers are in a vase in her room, Leon shushes her. Someone behind her asks if the two are having a private conversation.

Sariel's voice causes MC to jolt with a gasp. Heart beating rapidly, she fearfully turns toward the man. Sariel tells MC that she was taking a long time to get a book. He asks Leon if he can take MC away now since it's time to get back to work. Leon apologizes for holding his (Sariel's) MC back and gives her a look as if telling her to leave the roses to him. MC remembers that she mentioned the vase in her room so maybe...? She gives the prince a slight nod in acknowledgement.

That night, Sariel finally calls it a day. Either it was because of her constantly being under Sariel's surveillance or the fact that she got to spend the whole day with him, but the day felt extra long. Sariel offers to walk MC back to her room but MC stutters out a refusal. He says that there's no need to be so modest. Or is there some other reason? As expected, it's hard to deceive Sariel. But wait...

She takes Sariel's hand in hers and tells her that yes, there is a reason. She wants to spend the night with him. He did spend the whole day with her. She caresses his cheek, the signal for the start of private time as lovers, and says that she'd like to stay in his room. That catches Sariel by surprise and then his expression softens. He did say the whole day. He then brings up that the same time last year was the first time she had touched his cheek. MC's cheeks heat up at the memory. Sariel points out that she's become more used to asking for things herself now. He's overly pleased at the fact and kisses the back of her hand. The two head back to his room.

The next morning, MC slips out of Sariel's room and returns to hers to see 10 roses in the vase. Leon and Luke really did it. She mentally thanks everyone while gathering the roses into a bouquet. She then quietly makes her way back to Sariel's room and places the bouquet by Sariel who's still asleep. Except he's not. He touches MC's hand and sits up while saying that she came back quick. Surprised, MC asks how long he's been awake. He tells her that he's actually been awake since she got up. MC wanted to surprise him, but Sariel ended up surprising her instead. She failed, MC sighs. He wouldn't say that and apologizes. He should've pretended not to notice. He's feeling a bit embarrassed since he's not used to receiving such adorable gifts like this. MC can't tell if he's lying or not (he's being serious) but she presents the bouquet to Sariel with a smile. She wishes him a happy birthday and tells him that the bouquet's a gift from her, Rio, and all the princes. It's why he saw her receive a rose from Yves. But he's probably already aware of that. Sariel receives the bouquet as if handling a treasure.

Instead of answering, Sariel pulls MC close with the hand not holding the bouquet and gently kisses her forehead. To say that he didn't notice would be a lie but he wonders how she managed to get all the roses from the princes. Her adorable little plan makes him really happy and he'll cherish this bouquet. Sariel looks at the bouquet in appreciation before speaking up again. Sariel had a feeling she would be doing something like this but seeing her receive a flower from another man made him feel sick. MC asks if he was jealous. He admits it. And because of that, he was a little mean to her. MC can't help but smile at the fact that he got jealous.

Sariel continues. It's strange, any feeling of jealousy have disappeared after seeing the same rose that she had worked so hard to collect. He thanks her for preparing such a wonderful gift.

During this whole process, Sariel found it an interesting experience to be influenced by less reasonable feelings such as jealousy and possessiveness. He senses a change in himself and wants to tell MC about the feelings he has now, but decides to go about it another way. He'll follow his instincts like the devil he is.

Seeing how Sariel's looking at the bouquet made all the time she spent on this gift all the more worth it. MC tells Sariel that she's his lover after all. Hearing MC's response, Sariel kisses her and asks how she's so good at pleasing him. The kisses continue. When they finally stop, Sariel notices that MC's eyes are moist with anticipation. Does she wish for a devil's punishment? Even though the feeling's gone, he was still jealous. She's been a bad girl. Sariel's hand touches her cheek and traces her lips. As MC was about to ask him to punish her, he says he was just kidding. He's in the mood for something other than punishment. Rather, something to thank MC. Her happiness is one of his presents.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 5

Epilogue Part 1: All's Well That Ends Well

Season 5 Masterlist

Honestly, they were like kids. 

With their sudden but sure decision made, Ray stumbled after his sweet girl, giddy and laughing like he was drunk as (y/n) led him away from the depressing service. He wanted to ask where they were going, what she had planned, and why everything seemed so deserted on this side of the mountain, but this was her surprise. 

And he was trembling with too much trepidation to ask. 

But there was no need to worry. (y/n) knew what she was doing, clutching his hand as she weaved through the undergrowth to a much quieter area, one with a damp, overgrown path that no sane hiker or mourner would ever take. The tree roots ran thick, and their knees brushed against some branches as they delved deeper into the wilderness, stumbling and almost tripping when they focused more on each other and not on the rocky path before them. 

Still, they couldn't be blamed when they were so in love. And eventually, however, it all made sense when (y/n) pulled her doofus into a small clearing, hidden from the more apparent trails by towering trees, wild bushes, and long grass. It should've been like a jungle, but all Ray saw was beauty. 

Blossoms stretched as far as the eye could see, tiny flowers clinging to the trees before falling like snow, coating everything in a pinkish blanket. It was a scene he'd only heard of when she whispered her dream ceremony in his ear in the dead of night, confessing that she wanted the darling buds of spring to fill every aspect of their wedding, so the blooms couldn't be more perfect. 

It was precisely what she had dreamed of, the delicate pink offsetting the lush vegetation as he gasped at the stunning scene. He didn't blink as he took everything in. He didn't want to miss a single detail because he wanted to remember everything from the groove in the dirt lined with petals - the 'aisle' - to the ones hovering around the edges. 

Their family were waiting, split into two groups for the bride and groom because it was bad luck for them to see each other. This would be informal, but (y/n) wanted some traditions to stay the same, telling Henry, Schwoz and Jasper to wait by a pretty overhanging tree and tree stump at the foot of the aisle. 

They were the groomsmen, whilst across the clearing, behind some thick shrubbery, Charlotte and Piper waited for the woman because they were the bridesmaids - a crucial role. The girl needed to look divine before she walked down the blossom-strewn path, looking slightly mused after leaving for the funeral, so they had to part ways. 

Leaving each other's side would be difficult when they'd committed to taking the plunge, but she insisted. It would all be worth it in the end, and Ray would never begrudge her a few final touches. 

"You okay, doofus?" (y/n) whispered as they paused momentarily, giggling at the man's awed expression and how he looked at her. No one ever looked at her like that--like she was genuinely someone staggering, but she was to Ray. 

He didn't know how she'd managed to pull everything off and right under his nose. Yet he couldn't bring himself to feel blind or stupid since it was so lovely, beautifully encapsulating a memory he'd cherish for the rest of his life. And at the centre...his sweet girl, smiling at him as if he lit up her world. And he did. 

"More than okay, sweet girl. This is..." he replied softly, not knowing how to put it into words, but she didn't mind. Some things couldn't be described, but she understood him without speaking, squeezing his hand as they admired the serene scene. 

A stone's throw away, the boys noticed their appearance and his lovestruck smile, sniggering and joking about someone being under the thumb--an utter simp. No guesses for who they were talking about, but Ray didn't care, entirely focused on his love as she carefully dropped his hand and took a step back. He hated that, wanting proximity more than anything at such a tender time, but he'd thank her later. 

"Before you go..." the hero mumbled, chasing after her and dipping his head because she couldn't leave with a kiss - that was madness. She was about to become his wife, and he was utterly enamoured with that thought, making him want to drown in her honey taste before they swore to it. 

But (y/n) simply smiled and pushed her fingers between their lips, cutting her sweetness off at its source and making her doofus scowl. That was unfair; she couldn't deny a man the honey he needed to leave, but nothing would ruin their day, not an argument or premature exchange. 

"It'll be better if we wait, Ray. Trust me..." she told him gently, cupping his freshly shaven cheek to rub his cheekbone with her thumb. His eyes fluttered at her tenderness, wanting to fall like this for the rest of his life and allow nothing to catch him. However, the electric touch vanished when she pulled away, giving him a knowing look that said she knew that he knew she was right. 

"Okay..." the man grumbled, pouting like a baby, but he still agreed. Anything to make her happy was his new policy, swearing that she'd want for nothing in life once she was his, or he could be struck down where he stood. With no honey to drink, he settled for a kiss on her cheek instead, rubbing his nose against her soft skin for a second before giving her one last squeeze. 

"Soon, you'll be my wife, sweet girl..."

"And I can't wait to have you as my husband, doofus... See you at the altar."

He knew that look - now, they were supposed to go their separate ways, an utterly disgusting thought. But it was what she wanted, watching forlornly when she blew him a kiss and skipped off to the thick bushes. The jeers and whistles from his friends when he pretended to catch it couldn't bring down his mood, not when he knew what he was up against. 

In less than an hour, she'd be his wife, and whilst he'd prefer to get it over and done with now--bounding toward that idea like an excitable puppy--he refrained. Anything to make her happy. 

Whilst the thought of drowning in her fiancé's kisses sounded nice, (y/n) couldn't help but skip over to the girls, a spring in her step because it dawned on her. This was her wedding. These would be her final moments before they did it--before she could finally she was married. It was a little overwhelming, and not just for her...

"(y/n/n)!" Charlotte and Piper squealed together, welcoming the woman into their arms as adrenaline rushed through them. It sent them crazy, making them scream, jump up and down, and wave their hands around like a bunch of teenage girls in a rom-com, but they needed the release. 

Honestly, (y/n) wanted to howl at the sun and let everyone know that Ray Manchester would be hers after today, and she would be his. She could finally shove a ring in any snooty woman's face and say she bagged him first, knowing she'd done what her younger self deemed impossible. He'd felt so out of reach for so long, meaning she had to fan her cheeks now as she worked herself into a state. 

No, the tears would come later during the ceremony, but they didn't have enough time to reset her makeup. Just a touch-up; that's all she'd allow because any longer and her doofus would get antsy. And she would too. 

"Okay, okay! Calm! Calm! I'm only getting married!" (y/n) gasped, ending their tight squeeze and pulling away. They tittered for flustering her so, apologising and patting her arms, but it was okay. Weddings always brought out people's emotions, especially when they'd been waiting as long as they had. 

"It's only...the happiest day of my life," she whispered, suddenly tucking her arms into her sides as the realisation dawned on her. 

Piper and Charlotte didn't waste any time, snapping to it to grab some essential makeup items from the youngest's purse whilst Char began to smooth her hair with a small comb. No lumps, bumps, knots or tangles, just like Piper didn't want any shine, blemishes, smudges, or stains. So, they fixed anything the wind had ruined or her tears had washed away, fussing over their friend as she gulped. 

It was weird getting married, and now that (y/n) thought about it, she wasn't sure if she liked it. Of course, she knew wedding jitters when they looked her in the face, but she couldn't help but wonder... Things worked so well with just her and Ray moving in parallel lanes, separate but connected, going in the same direction. Why did they have to change that?

The thought of her marriage becoming one of those soap opera disasters from hell, ending in smashed china, screaming, and broken hearts, made her want to throw up. It wasn't like she thought that would happen, but what if it did? What if marriage was as damning as old people all complained about? What if--

"So, (y/n), are you excited?" Charlotte's chirpy voice cut through her anxiety, bringing the woman back to sane reality, and she realised that they'd been nattering without her. 

"W-what?

"Oooh, she's daydreaming! Was it about Ray? Were you kissing him like mwah-mwah-mwah?! Do you lurrrrrrrve him?" Piper laughed, sticking out her arms and curling them to show her biceps in a pathetic impression of Ray. 

Her imitation of how the couple canoodled was awful, too, making out with her hand like a curious teenager as (y/n) squeaked and prayed she didn't feel how hot her skin was. The girl sounded desperate, although her thoughts were technically about Ray. 

"No! I'm not a cartoon character!" The bride protested, narrowly eyeing Piper as she returned to powdering her face. At least someone was pleased with herself, smiling like a Cheshire Cat as Charlotte rolled her eyes and tucked a loose hair strand behind her ear. Perfection took time, and it didn't help how she kept jerking her head. 

"We're just teasing, (y/n/n)!" 

"Yeah, for real. Are you excited?" Piper giggled, carefully manoeuvring around the contours of the woman's nose, seeking out any shininess and blotting it out. She'd hate to see any on the wedding photos but also hated when girls had cakey makeup, so she stopped whilst she was ahead; instead, she moved on, touching up her eyebrows with a gentle gel to make them pop. 

"Yeah...I mean, no...I mean...I don't know," (y/n) stammered, fiddling with the hem of her carefully chosen dress as they stared at her. That was one thing she didn't want as a bride - a roomful of people watching her every move. Even now, she was nervous, knowing they'd probably hate how she liked the simplicity of her outfit and how her old poofy dress was traded in once her mind was made up. 

But under her friends' careful scrutiny, she still felt nervous--and there was nothing her tummy tingle could do about it. Understandably, they were shocked, having always thought she'd sell her left kidney to marry Ray, but apparently not. Something wasn't right, and as her bridesmaids, they'd get to the bottom of it. 

"You...don't know?" Charlotte asked, fingers stilling in her hair as she tried to figure out if the woman felt too excited to concentrate or was genuinely uncomfortable. She refused to let this ship go down, not when she and Henry had steered it into smooth waters. 

"No, I know, but I...feel sick," the woman replied slowly, rubbing her flip-flopping stomach as it lurched again. She was glad she only had a small breakfast...

"Ohhhh..." The girls said together, nodding and looking at each other before cooing over her cute innocence. Poor love; she wasn't overly confident most of the tie, and she couldn't stop shaking without Ray to guide her. But that was why they were there, to hold her hand and tell her to take deep breaths. 

"That's just nerves. Totally normal."

"Yeah, totally. Every bride gets them," Charlotte and Piper told her, pausing their preparations to squeeze her shoulder and hand. The boys wouldn't mind a slight delay if they knew it was for something so important - ensuring the bride was sick down her front on the best day of her life. 

"Ugh, I know, but...this is the last time I'll be (y/n) (y/l/n). What if I hate everything after?" (y/n) whispered, hugging her own body and sniffing, although she was silently grateful for their support. It helped a little, yet she couldn't help but panic slightly. 

After today, she'd be someone else with a new name, a new home, and a new husband. It was just a lot to take in. 

"Well, in that case, we'll just have to cancel the wedding. And Ray will be disappointed," Charlotte sighed, dramatically throwing her hands up like she'd given up on the whole thing. (y/n)'s mouth opened to protest, but then she sniffed, hating the idea of hurting her doofus more than diving into the unknown. Cancel the...? No...

"And heartbroken," Piper added, freaking the woman out even more. Ray trusted her with his heart - how could she be the one to break it?

She stared at her hands, wringing them together as she debated her options, but the girls knew she'd be okay once she saw her doofus looking all handsome at the altar. It was just a matter of getting her there without an unmitigated disaster. 

"Very heartbroken. If you don't do this, you'll regret it forever, right? Just think, do you picture yourself growing old with him?" Charlotte asked, hands on her hips as (y/n) didn't even think about her answer. 

"Yes," she replied instantly, picturing her and Ray still together in many years, wrinkled and grey but as in love as ever. 

She could see it now; they'd be sitting on the porch of the pretty little house he bought her far away from the city and the heroic lives they once led. He'd hand her a warm drink, and they'd snuggle close to watch their grandchildren playing in the fields. The kind of golden love she saw in old movies. 

"Do you picture a family with him?"

"Yes," she nodded furiously again, already having her heart set on a big, loud, fun-filled house since that was already her life. She was used to plenty of children, but she and Ray had their hearts set on a bundle of joy of their own--maybe two. And a dog. She really wanted a dog. 

"So, do you want to spend the rest of your life as (y/n) Manchester or some sad loser who chickened out?" Charlotte asked sharply, giving her an all-knowing, dry stare like she was the parental figure. For once, (y/n) was the one who needed the advice, and the girl knew that the only thing she could tell her was that she had to marry Ray. 

It's what she wanted deep down, underneath all those nerves and tucked next to the strength that made her growl. 

"I'm not a loser!" The heroine argued indignantly, hands on her hands as her friends laughed. There was the fire that Ray often bragged about, making her pout grumpily and frown because she was fearless and tough, capable of taking on even the scariest of supervillains... Oh, right. 

(y/n) hummed as she realised what they were trying to do, seeing that they made her brave without even realising it. It was terrifying knowing that things wouldn't be the same after today, but that made it so exciting - she didn't know what she'd get up to with Ray. And she wouldn't know if she ran away in fear...like a chicken. 

"Then, don't chicken out, girl! Go get your guy!"

"You know, you're really bossy when you want to be, Charlotte..." (y/n) smiled as she fanned her eyes, lamenting running her mascara since they couldn't fix it with Piper's minimal supplies. 

They giggled at that, glad to see her in better spirits now that her little wobble was over. Nerves were just part of the bridal experience, and the woman knew it was silly, something to reflect on and laugh at because she'd never leave her doofus at the altar. That would be an insult to everything her younger self always wanted. 

"But she's right," Piper pointed out, returning to dust blush over her cheeks - the blushing bride. Not too much, but just enough to compliment her highlighter before she pulled out a lipstick. A little more fluffing and brushing and the girls' work was done, returning their friend to the pristine state she'd been in when she left the house--looking so damn pretty. 

"True... Thanks, guys," (y/n) sniffed, reaching out to squeeze their hands as her anxieties turned to butterflies. The good kind. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, giving Piper a small smile as the girl handed her a water bottle, hating to see her get dehydrated from all the crying she was doing. 

As she took a few sips, Charlotte stepped aside to gather a bundle of flowers - a mini mountain of soft pinks and warm whites that she and Piper had personally plucked from the trees. They had to be pristine since they would braid them into the bride's hair, tying her outfit to the wedding's floral theme. She deposited the pile next to them and took the first bloom, removing any extra leaves or unsightly parts before pushing it through the first strands. 

Piper held up a handful for her, allowing the girl to work faster as they chatted again, avoiding any awkward mentions of marital fears or woes. Her fingers worked quickly and deftly, moving like an expert as Piper began to help, placing smaller flowers next to bigger ones like an expert team. And they were; they'd never tell (y/n), but they'd secretly been practising the braiding for weeks, ending under a few messes, abominations, and finally, the perfect result. 

The practice ensured the blossoms wouldn't fall out, looping hair around them and pinning everything while the woman waited patiently. She trusted them to do a good job, tapping her heel against the soft dirt as she imagined her doofus only a few metres away. 

She knew he'd look handsome, but waiting made her antsy, squirming to get going now that she wasn't afraid. Before, she wanted to hide and stay as his fiancée, but now, it was a race to become his wife. 

"Jeez, (y/n). Calm down. Trust me, Ray isn't going anywhere," Piper joked, leaving Charlotte to finalise the last and most delicate braid as she bobbed down to straighten her dress. Too many fingers would loosen the pretty design, and she wouldn't do the style again for love or money. And (y/n) would cry in defeat - they couldn't have that. 

"I know. I just want to see him. We're nearly done, right?" She asked, whiny like a child on a long car ride. 

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a second..." Charlotte muttered, fiddling with a final pin as the younger bridesmaid stepped back to admire the lucky woman marrying her soulmate. 

She was brilliant for going with her heart and choosing that dress, even though it wasn't strictly traditional. If it suited her wants and needs, who cares what others thought when it was still stunning and detailed, from the soft neckline to the hand-stitched lace. It suited her perfectly, almost making Piper cry as she observed every element, aware that this was the first romance she'd encountered that would last a lifetime. 

No one else had what Ray and (y/n) had, and the best part? She got to be a part of their story. 

"You look beautiful, (y/n). Really, really beautiful," she whispered, just as Charlotte stepped away to admire their work and the woman's natural radiance. Hell, if they waited a few years, and if it wasn't so weird, they might just marry her themselves, not that they'd ever deny Ray his sweet girl.

No, they were made for each other, so Charlotte merely turned and grabbed the bouquet. It wasn't fancy, just another handful of blossoms and other wildflowers lashed together with a simple white ribbon, making the posy small but elegant - precisely what (y/n) wanted as she took a final look in Piper's compact mirror. 

So, this was her wedding day - at long last - and it was nothing like what she'd imagined as a little girl. She dreamed of a big castle, flowing gown, grand tiara, and lavish ball to follow a picturesque ceremony like the fairytales she read where the prince swooped the princess off her feet. But now, the princess got herself a hero in a very different fairytale, even if it still felt as sweet. 

And by her side, Piper and Charlotte, looking ever so lovely with their mini bouquets. She didn't care if they weren't in matching outfits or if her college friends would whine when they found out they weren't picked. Those girls meant everything to her, and she was grateful they would be with her on such a fateful day. 

"My beautiful bridesmaids..." she whispered, pulling them into a light hug to not ruin her hair. Still, Piper and Charlotte understood their role perfectly. They wrapped their arms around her, knowing this would be the last time they saw her as a single woman, even though she'd always be their friend. No one could kill the girl code. 

"You're soulmate is waiting for you..." Piper whispered, seeing the time on her dainty watch and realising they needed to get moving to stay on schedule. She hated rushing things, but (y/n) understood, fanning her leaking eyes again as she released them and stood straight. The time had come...

"Right, let's get me married."

Meanwhile, across the clearing, a similar scene with similar headaches unfolded. 

There was a lot to do. Schwoz was busy gargling on some honey-lemon water, clearing his throat for the all-important ceremony he'd lead. No one wanted to ask where he'd gotten a marriage license or who gave him the authority to solemnise one, but he insisted it was legit. After an online course from MakeMeAPriest.com, he was the officiant at his cousin's sister's dog's owner's aunt's wedding, so no one complained. 

After all, where would they get someone else at such short notice?

It was good enough; besides, Ray swore they had bigger problems. Jasper, the clumsiest kid on Earth, was the ring bearer. Give him strength. Or someone who actually knew what they were doing. 

The kid kept tapping his pockets and panicking because he thought he'd dropped the precious gold bands, only to realise they were still perfectly snug in his jacket. They'd purchased the rings ages ago, believing the date and organisation would come straight after, only it never did...until now. 

If he ruined the wedding, Ray would...

Probably do nothing. The hero was a mess. Sweat dampened his brow as Henry, his best man, brushed down his dark suit and smoothened his hair. He refused to let the guy go to his wedding looking like a tramp, but Ray tugged the shirt's neckline loose again every time he tried to straighten it. 

"Stop messing with your collar, dude!" The kid groaned as he neatened the lapels for the hundredth time, fixing the stiff material so it brushed the man's neck like it was supposed to. Henry had a tie for him, but Ray refused to wear it, arguing that he wanted his top few buttons undone because (y/n) found it hot. Someone pass Henry a stiff drink...

"Stop moving! It's hard enough to do this without you wiggling your butt all over the place!"

"I can't help it!" Ray whined, wiggling his ass like he had ants in his pants. He'd been flapping like a chicken ever since (y/n) left his sight, worried about everything and nothing, from whether this was right, if it was too fast, or if it was better to postpone the wedding and wait, to whether she'd show up. 

The thought terrified him. He could see it now, standing around all day in his penguin suit just to ask the kid what was taking so long. And then, Henry would give him a sad, sympathetic look as he told him (y/n) wasn't coming, leaving him truly alone. The shame, the embarrassment, the utter heartbreak...it made him pull at his collar again. 

"Dude! What gives?" Henry asked indignantly, giving up when the neckline was pulled out of shape again. It made it look like Ray had had the honeymoon before the wedding with half his neck exposed - (y/n) wouldn't mind the sight. 

"I said, I can't help it! L-look...what --what if she doesn't show? What if she changes her mind?" He murmured, giving his former sidekick an unsure look because this was Captain Man half a mile outside his comfort zone. 

He could face bad guys and ghosts, but his wedding day scared the shit out of him, making the boys look at him like he was mad. Whilst this was his dream, he hated trapping his sweet girl or rushing her when she wasn't ready - he just wanted everything to be perfect. 

"Relax, broseph," Schwoz advised him as he fiddled with his clerical collar, the Snow White band contrasting his priestly cassock. He wasn't a priest or anything, and Ray told him not to bother. Still, the genius insisted he get into the mood if he was doing the ceremony. 

"Everything's fine."

The small man rolled his eyes, knowing the hero's fears were getting the best of him, something that never would've happened against The Toddler or Doctor Minyak. But this was the man's sweet girl, his one weakness, so it was understandable that he didn't want anything to go wrong. But Schwoz would drag them down the aisle if he had to, waiting too long to see those lovey-dovey idiots get hitched. 

"Yeah, (y/n) would never ditch you, man. She loves you," Jasper nodded, a hand pressed to his jacket as he confirmed the ring's place again. The woman was the one who wanted the impromptu wedding, so why would she bail?

"Yeah, but..." Still, Ray wavered, chewing his bottom lip as he frantically studied the area to the last detail. Everything had to be just so, from the weather - thankfully, sunny - to his appearance, to the blossoms they had pinned to their button holes. 

(y/n) was the prettiest girl in the world, so she deserved the best wedding, so what if it wasn't? What if she took one look at everything and bolted, leaving him the jilted idiot who rotted in his despair like some Dickensian novel? 

But a laugh broke him out of his daydream, his eyes snapping open to see Henry throw his head back in delight--like he enjoyed the man's suffering. Well, that was just rude. 

"Ray, you gotta relax!" The boy smiled, placing a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. The minute he saw (y/n), all those stupid worries would disappear because the girls were working their magic on her as they spoke. And the woman could turn up in a sack, and Ray would still be on his knees for her, so there was nothing to fear. 

"What do you two always say? As long as we're together, we'll be just fine..." Henry repeated, even mimicking (y/n)'s higher-toned voice to try and get a smile. 

"See? You gotta stop worrying!"

"I know, but... Ray sighed, rubbing his face with his open palm, wishing his stomach would settle down. He felt like throwing up, doubting if he could do this...

Of course, he wanted to marry his sweet girl in a heartbeat, loving the thought of spending eternity with her. It was just the husband part that scared him, wondering if he'd be good at it. If he'd look back, say he cared for her, gave her everything she wanted, and stuck by her side. He didn't want to become his father, who was neither a good husband nor a good dad. 

"No buts!" Henry exclaimed, squeezing his shoulder and trying to be stern, but it melted away when he saw his genuine terror. The guy had fucked up a lot of stuff, but this was the last thing he desired to go wrong because he wanted to tell his children and grandchildren how it was the most magical day of his life, not how he said something wrong or fell flat on his face. 

"Look..." the boy sighed, "do you love her?"

"Of course," Ray replied almost instantly, frowning slightly like he couldn't believe the question. He thought that bit was obvious, pouting at his former sidekick for doubting his love. 

"Does she love you?"

"Well..." That was slightly trickier, leaving Ray stumped because he disliked speaking for his precious girl when she wasn't there. He hoped her answer would be yes, but he refrained, making Henry quirk his eyebrow and give him a flat look. 

"Answer the question. Yes or no?" The boy asked sternly, not in the mood for messing about because they were on a deadline, and everyone already knew the answer, even Ray. As if he hadn't had her telling him her feelings every day for the last four years, sometimes in the most hideously physical ways. Henry had seen things...

"Yes!"

"So, what's the worrying for, you doofus?" Henry exclaimed, breaking out into a grin as the hero debated his argument. It was true; (y/n) loved him as much as he loved her, so surely, that would be enough to get them through the day. He looked into the kid's eyes, still seeming unsure as he mulled it over, praying that the boy knew better than he felt. 

"Last time I checked, that constitutes a marriage, and people have gotten hitched with a lot less, dude. What you and (y/n) have is perfect. Just think of this as telling the world how you feel 'cause you've done the hard part. You've worked hard to get her. So enjoy it! Think of the lifetime of happiness..."

"Think of the honeymoon!" Jasper joked, laughing heartily with Schwoz as they wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. Ray glared at them, wanting to bite their heads off because that was his wife they were smuttily thinking about... Oh, wait.

Without a piece of paper to tell him otherwise, Ray thought of his sweet girl as his wife. He had done for a while now, and no one bothered to correct him anymore. She was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, his choice without thinking about the girls queuing outside his door. She was all he ever wanted, and now that his brain had cleared, he saw that she was too sweet to ever walk out on him - everything fit perfectly. 

All that mattered was that they loved each other, and Ray knew that nothing would stop him from treating his wife right, not even his own fears. So, he straightened his back, held his head high, and tweaked his collar, turning to the boys.

"Thanks, guys..." he said softly, knowing he wouldn't have his sweet girl without their encouragement. 

In a rare show of affection, they gathered for a bro hug, lightly clapping each other on the back and shaking hands since boys can't show that they like each other. They pulled away quickly, coughing awkwardly and praying no one saw as they fluffed the slightly smushed flowers pinned to their jackets--when Charlotte walked onto the scene. 

"Hey, Char, looking good!" Henry shouted, beaming with his friends as the girl was met with cheers and whistles, clutching her small bouquet. She fought a smile, trying to be serious since this was no time for fooling around - she'd only come to get a certain someone who'd forgotten his second job. 

"Shut up, you guys! Jasper! Get your butt over here!" She hissed, beckoning the clueless boy over as he frowned and opened his mouth to question her order. But then, it struck him, realisation dawning on his face that he was late for a very important date. And there was no time to say hello, so...goodbye.

"Oh, right! 'Scuse me, guys..." he said awkwardly, swiftly dashing over to the girl's side as she berated him and whacked his arm for not sneaking off like they'd planned. Honestly, it was like he was trying to give (y/n) a heart attack. 

"What's going on?" Ray asked Henry, looking slightly confused and worried again, although he tried not to let it show. 

The kid assured him everything was fine, mumbling some bullshit about that's how weddings worked, which wasn't very convincing. Still, it seemed to satisfy Ray, who was told to stand still and not slouch when he shoved his hands in his pockets and squirmed. He'd see his sweet girl very shortly, and Henry would surely kill him if he had to fix his stupid suit again. 

Around the corner, Piper gave (y/n) a final once over as Charlotte tugged a very sheepish Jasper over. She refused to run with him, not wanting the boy to be sweaty and tardy, but the woman didn't matter, simply grateful that he was there for her on her big day. 

"Oh, there you are, Jasper! How's Ray?" She asked kindly, standing there looking innocent like she wasn't in her finery, blowing the kid away at how pretty she was. Ray was one lucky guy to marry her, making the girls laugh as he stood and stared, his mouth propped open like he was trying to catch flies. 

"Jasper, you okay?"

"Uh...yeah, he's good...I just... You look great, (y/n/n)!" He exclaimed, shaking his head and gathering his words as the woman's cheeks warmed, shyly looking at her shoes since she wasn't used to his compliments. Maybe her getup wasn't so bad if Jasper liked it--and he was usually so dense with these things. 

"Thanks, Curly. I have to say, you look pretty handsome yourself!" She smiled, patting down his sweater and shirt combo as if it wasn't semi-casual. 

Then, she grew serious, reaching out to hold his hand as the girls tidied around her because they'd done so much for her and Ray. She didn't care if none of them wore matching suits and dresses, even if Piper wore her usual swag or if the boys had sneakers. All that mattered was that they were there to share in her day, yet no one had a bigger privilege than Jasper as he looped his arm through hers. 

"You ready?" He asked, patting the hand nestled in the crook of his arm as (y/n) took a deep breath. She clutched her bouquet and glanced at the girls behind her, seeing that they were ready to go, she just had to say the word, and they'd go first, forming the path she'd take to matrimony. 

This was it. The big moment. All that was left to do was step out, and she'd be on her way. 

"Yeah... Oh, and Jasper? Thanks for giving me away," she added, squeezing the boy's arm as he beamed proudly and stretched to his full height. 

She didn't need to thank him; it was his honour, so the boy nodded gently, signalling for Charlotte and Piper to set off down the aisle. They stepped out, giving (y/n) one last chance to gulp as the eldest went first, with Piper practically skipping behind her. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the bridal party," Charlotte announced, and that was Henry's cue to hit the music on his phone. They watched hundreds of wedding videos to learn the proper event order. If they were gonna do this, they'd do it right, and her booming voice allowed the boys to get themselves sorted as she led the processional. 

Ray and Henry stiffened like the devil was breathing down their necks, and the hero swore he was having a heart attack. He could only see Charlotte and the brat walking towards him, surrounded by falling petals and sunbeams. Still, he wasn't interested in how pretty they looked. All he wanted was to see his sweet girl, not-so-subtly craning his neck, to look around them since he was so impatient. 

And then, there she was. (y/n) held Jasper's arm as they floated down the flower-covered aisle, her eyes looking at no one but her lover. Her smile was radiant, warming his bones and chasing his fears away better than a thousand suns could, and it was only then that he realised he was speechless. Genuinely stunned. She was escorted by Jasper, of all people. But he couldn't even grimace at the boy's presence, too enraptured and utterly entranced to care. 

She looked like an angel, and Ray knew she'd been sent to him by some higher being as they neared, stepping to the soft classical music at an agonisingly slow speed. But finally, she was within grasp, arriving at the altar with an overjoyed grin as she untangled her arm from Jasper's and passed her bouquet to Charlotte for safekeeping. 

"Take care of her, Ray. You're the luckiest man in the world," the boy said as he carefully passed the woman's hands to her lover's, who eagerly welcomed her into his space with trembling hands and an awestruck expression. (y/n) grinned and shuffled close, squeezing the man's fingers to say hello as he forgot how to breathe. 

"I know, Jasper. I will... Thanks, son," Ray said solemnly, meaning the words from the bottom of his heart as he quickly shook hands with the boy. That kid deserved all the respect in the world for accepting her offer and providing such service. The hero was grateful, not a single sarcastic comment on his tongue. 

It felt surreal to look into each other's hands as they stood there, waiting for Schwoz to start with Henry and Jasper flanking Ray and Charlotte and Piper by (y/n) 's elbow. This would be the final commitment in their relationship - the last thing they'd need to do to ensure they were forever intertwined. Whilst it felt a little scary, their hands couldn't shake if they held onto each other. 

They rubbed each other's knuckles and whispered hi quietly and shyly, giggling like tipsy teenagers as Schwoz dithered about forgetting his book and glasses. But the couple didn't care, forgetting about anyone and anything as they stared at the other, wondering how they'd pulled such a stunner. 

"You look gorgeous, sweet girl. Absolutely beautiful..." Ray whispered, making her cheeks warm as she leaned in close, shivering when his lips brushed over her ear. They could save that for the honeymoon...

"And you've never looked more handsome, doofus," (y/n) replied, briefly letting go of his hand to drag her hand down his chest, admiring how his black jacket made the pink Sakura even brighter - his eyes too. One day she'd tell him they were her favourite shade of blue, sparkling and clear like crystalline water, but that would have to be later. 

Schwoz interrupted their little moment by clearing his throat, rising above everyone for the first time ever as he hitched up his cassock and stood on a tree stump between the lovers, overlooking the intimate group and stunning scene. He held a dark, cloth-bound book in his hands, which folded over the cover very priestly as a calm and benevolent expression passed over his face - befitting such a sober ceremony. 

"Friends...and Jasper. Welcome," he began, unable to stop his little joke, making his friends laugh and the boy roll his eyes. He'd let that one slide, knowing it was all in good fun and too important a day to cause an argument. 

"We're gathered here today to witness the union of this doofus and this sweet girl. They met so long ago, in a cafe where (y/n) had just bludgeoned a man almost half to death. Ray being Ray, he was late to the party," the genius said, retelling the well-known story so that it didn't seem old or boring, even making Ray laugh, despite how sheepish he felt at leaving his girl alone. 

"They soon became friends, although we all know it was all lies! They claimed to be best friends for thirteen agonisingly long years, making us all place bets on who would crack first. Still, eventually, they finally came together in love...and I won one hundred dollars on Ray!"

No one knew that Schwoz could be so sappy yet charming, almost making (y/n) cry in the first ten seconds, and she longed to snuggle into Ray's chest and stay there. But she refrained, rubbing her thumb over his surprisingly soft hands as he smiled and squeezed hers. Of course, they were on the same page, like always. 

"That's what brings us here today. To celebrate that love and their promise to cherish it forever. And I do mean forever—soulmates, am I right?" He pretended to whisper to the kids, throwing his thumb at the couple to make them laugh and shake their heads. They couldn't have asked for a whackier officiant. Still, the genius made it perfect and personal, more special than any dull, starchy pastor. 

"Ray. (y/n). The vows you're about to make will lay the foundations of your marriage, and believe me, it won't be easy--Ask my Aunt Gerhilda," he said, quickly switching from serious to lighthearted so the ceremony didn't seem as daunting. Yet the couple knew they had to listen as well as laugh. 

"You have to work as a team, bear each other's burdens, stick together when things get tough, and no matter what...love each other as this next chapter begins."

They nodded, still holding each other for dear life, as they knew their relationship wouldn't always be easy. They had fights and disasters, from confusion to near break-ups, but they always made it out okay. Without even needing a clergyman to tell them, they silently promised to stick to those expectations, saying nothing but looking into each other's eyes and understanding everything. Their hearts beat as one, ready to build a home, family, and life together. 

"Now, the vows... Ray, (y/n) told me you had discussed saying your own words. Are you still happy with that?" The genius asked, quietly tapping his book since he had some pre-written promises that the hero could say and no one would mind. Everything was sudden, and unlike (y/n), he'd not had a chance to think of anything. Or so everyone thought. 

"No...no. I know exactly what I want to say," the hero replied boldly, not wanting some icky, impersonal vows made by somebody else. Had no one else planned their words all their life, waiting for the best moment of their lives?

His sweet girl deserved the best and his own feelings, so he took a minute to clear his head, knowing that he didn't need to be eloquent or Swellview's very own Shakespeare. This was his soulmate, and she'd listen to anything he had, so after a couple of minutes, he breathed deeply and opened his mouth. 

"(y/n) (y/l/n)..." he started, looking down at his girl with the softest eyes with bated breath. She didn't need much, just wanting him to mean every word. And Ray honestly did. 

"I can't tell you how long I've spent trying to think of what to say to you and believe me, darlin', I've spent the last thirteen years trying to find the words," the man laughed, never having been speechless until he met her, but she made him into a fool. A blabbering, stupid fool with no game because she made him nervous - the first girl ever to do so. 

"I never thought this day would come. You know the man I was when we first met. I was so stupid, and blind, and heartless—I didn't care about the people I screwed over...but then, you came along," he murmured, reaching up to cup her cheek as her eyes watered, touched by his buttery voice and even softer touch. 

"For the first time in my life, I didn't want to break your heart. When I saw you outside that coffee shop...I couldn't describe you, but now I can. Enchanting," he whispered, loving how her lips parted in a small gasp. 

No one had ever been so whimsically romantic with her. It was the type of thing she'd see in her beloved rom-coms or a period film, but that was the vibe Ray was going for. She deserved the cheesiness and utter devotion because she oozed it as the world's sweetest, loyalist, most unassuming girl he'd ever met. And it was true - he had been under her spell since the minute they met, and he didn't ever want to wake up, not if magic caused this much happiness. 

"You enchant me, sweet girl. From the moment we met 'til death do us part. And even then, I want you forever."

(y/n) sniffed, finally letting the dam break as tears streamed down her face, only to be brushed away by his tender touch. Ray hated seeing his pretty girl cry, but luckily, they were good tears. Utterly in love tears as he kept whispering sweet everythings to her. 

"You waited for so long. You stood by me through disasters and my mistakes and every girl I tried to use to let you go," Ray croaked, knowing he'd made many mistakes. Still, he did something right the day he let his old self go and accepted her love to become a better man.

"But I can't... I want you to be my wife, sweet girl, so I won't call these vows. For me, these are privileges..." he said firmly, tilting her chin so his gaze bore into hers as he said loudly and clearly...

"It will be my privilege to call you mine. It will be my privilege to wake up and see you smile every day. It will be my privilege to support and care for you. It will be my privilege to honour and cherish you. I don't have to—I get to. It will be my privilege to live my life with you," he promised, also near tears as he sealed his words by kissing her hands at the end. He meant every word, knowing that he gained her trust and devotion by some miracle or someone's mercy and was still searching to find out what he'd done to deserve it. 

"I don't know why, but someone, somewhere, looked down on me one day and said, Ray Manchester, that idiot... He needs a guardian angel. And they sent (y/n) (y/l/n)."

There wasn't a dry tear in the clearing as Ray finished, pecking (y/n) on the cheek as she bawled, needing a tissue from Charlotte. He always said he wasn't good with feelings and mushy shit, but he knew exactly what to say when he put his mind to it and was honest. The heroine didn't know what she'd done to deserve such love, now feeling like her vows wouldn't be as touching, despite having longer to prepare them. 

She dabbed at her eyes, careful not to smudge her pretty makeup as Ray smiled and kissed her forehead, longing to taste her lips, although Schwoz would snap at him. He didn't mean to be so poetic. Still, he was kinda proud of himself, satisfied when he watched the girls pass out the tissues to a sniffing Jasper and 'itchy-eyed' Henry. 

"(y/n)..." Schwoz coughed, clearing the emotion in his throat after the beautiful speech, "If you'd like to make your vows."

Now, it was her turn, and (y/n) swore she'd never match up to Ray, not after he reduced everyone to tears. But he believes in her, squeezing her hands and encouraging her words because everything was already his dream--his privilege. She couldn't say something wrong even if she tried. 

"Okay... Here goes," she gulped, ignoring her nerves and trying to remember the key notes and points she'd scribbled down whilst he was in the shower. 

"Ray...my doofus," she began, already feeling a massive lump grow in her throat as the emotion welled inside her. She felt like such a crybaby, but Ray made her feel so emotional, egging her on to keep speaking even as her eyes watered again. 

"We've had our ups and downs, and it hasn't been easy," she smiled and stroked his hands before glancing at the children around them, "Today has been a long time coming, and I know the kids we helped raise have been banging their heads, waiting for us to finally commit to forever." 

That earned her a few giggles, the kids nodding knowingly at each other because it had sometimes felt like that--and they agreed that they found their second home in the Man Cave. Things stood still like the wedding would never arrive, yet there they were, minutes from making it official. 

"We're not the same people we were when we first met, and for so many years, I thought we wouldn't work. But we do," she admitted, releasing all the negativity she used to carry, swearing that her doofus would be better off with someone prettier or braver. 

"I've never felt safer, or stronger, or more loved with anyone else than I have with you. You make me feel brave, like I fit somewhere in the world, and now I know my place is by your side," (y/n) whispered shyly, squirming since she'd always had that insecure streak like she was always a little too quiet or kooky to truly be accepted anywhere, but things were different with Ray. 

He didn't want her to change, so she wanted the same for him, pledging all the things his former lovers disliked and trying to remould like he wasn't already perfect. 

"So, I promise to love you no matter what. I promise never to change you because I love how you help me out of my boring shell. I promise to make you watch all those rom-coms you hate because I just want to be with you. I promise to do any and all math work in front of you because I know you love it. I promise to love every single shirt you wear because... you're so perfect, Raymond." 

Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, falling into his loving stare, breathless and lightheaded. His cheeks were wet from happy tears, thinking he couldn't be that good, but she was so sincere, and who was he to question his sweet girl? 

"I never thought this was how my life would be when I shouted at you outside that cafe on South Street. But I'm so glad it is. You've given me a home, a family, and enough love to last a lifetime," she beamed, edging closer since she needed his warmth and proximity but also because her nerves were forgotten, replaced with pure excitement for all the plans they'd made--and any surprises along the way. 

"Here's to forever, doofus. And whatever comes after that," she finished, kissing his cheek, loving as Ray sniffed and rubbed his eyes to the loudness of Piper blowing her nose. 

God, those two would be her death--like one hundred Christmas-themed rom-coms put together, but that's what they were like. It was a classic Sweet Girl and her Doofus, making them shuffle closer until their navels and toes touched, noses brushing together nearly. And, of course, they played footsie for a moment, tapping each other's toes, despite being at the alter. That's just what they were like. 

Once everyone had calmed themselves, it was time for the rings, causing Jasper's palms to grow sweaty because he only had two jobs, but this was the most important one. He patted his pockets again, sighing in relief as he felt two little circles poking into his palm--thank God. 

"That was...beautiful," Schwoz said to the couple poignantly before turning the nervous boy, "Jasper, the rings, if you please."

He carefully pulled out the delicate warm bands, mindful not to drop them on the busy and dirty mountain floor; instead, he slid them into Schwoz's palm, breathing a sigh of relief that the responsibility was no longer in his hands. He'd lived to see another day, knowing Ray would've killed him if they were lost, so pretty and precious as Schwoz held them out for the couple to see. 

Once they were on, they'd never take them off, already jumping for joy at the gorgeous thought of flaunting their pretty rings to everyone. They'd belong to each other, and everyone would know.

"Ray, please take (y/n) 's ring and place it on her finger," the genius said softly. Ray did as he was told, carefully plucking the dainty ring from his palm with shaking fingers and hovering it near her outstretched hand. 

He desperately didn't want to screw up, terrified of putting it in the wrong place, but (y/n) wouldn't let him panic. She wiggled her ring finger and winked at him, making her doofus laugh as he breathed a sigh of relief and slid the ring down past each knuckle - a perfect fit over her engagement ring. 

"Repeat after Schwozie..." the small man said, smiling gently as the couple giddily stared at how Ray held the ring on her hand, ensuring it wouldn't come off, not that she ever wanted it to. 

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow. With all that I am, I will love and honour you," Ray murmured, echoing what Schwoz whispered in his ear as he gazed at his sweet girl and stroked the ring. He'd never seen a more perfect sight. 

"(y/n), please take Ray's ring and place it on his finger," Schwoz told the woman, a massive grin on her face as she took their thicker band and copied his movements, sliding it down. She's in love with him and the ring, thinking the married look suits him, making him look hotter, and Ray couldn't agree more. It felt right, the metal quickly warming on his skin until he barely noticed it was there, like a second skin. A perfect fit. 

"Repeat after Schwozie..."

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow. With all that I am, I will love and honour you," she repeated, wriggling her toes excitedly because it was nearly over. Everyone waited with bated breath as Jasper stepped back, no longer needed now his ring-bearing duties were over. The vows had been made, and every symbol in the book bound them to each other, leaving Schwoz with one final task before the long, miserable wait was over. 

"Finally, I must ask..." he added, drawing a few silent but bored sighs since everyone just wanted to celebrate - none more than Ray and (y/n), who were dying to satisfy their aching needs to feel each other's lips again. 

"Ray Manchester, do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your lawful wedded wife?" 

"I do..." Ray nodded, thinking nothing had ever been more evident as he grinned down at his sweet girl, practically buzzing with anticipation. He could feel it coming...

"(y/n) (y/l/n), do you take Ray Manchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do!" (y/n) replied, spitting out the words with too much excitement to be deemed sane. But she'd thrown grace and style out the window, drifting closer to her doofus and losing focus on everyone because, surely, that was it. It was official, but not until Schwoz said, yet he couldn't keep them in suspense any longer. 

He snapped his book closed, showing it wasn't anything sacred. It was just an old cookbook he'd borrowed from the Swellview Library and never returned, not that anyone noticed. Huge grins grew on their faces as he threw his head back, declaring to the sky the words that Ray and (y/n) had waited a lifetime to hear. 

"Then, by the power invested in Schwoz...from work...I now pronounce you man and wooman! You may kiss the bride!"

They didn't need to be told twice. (y/n) jumped into her doofus' arms at lightning speed, smashing her lips against his like she needed it to live. Her husband--the word alone could make her squeal--instantly swept her off her feet, spinning around as they shared the sweetest kiss of their lives. Their lips moved in perfect synch to the sound of rapturous applause coming from their friends, not that they could hear. 

It was official; Ray had finally done what he never thought possible. He made (y/n) his wife, making all her dreams come true, as they didn't stop, lost in the kiss even as their lungs burned and the kids...well, they didn't have it in them to make yucky noises. They were so damn happy and proud, feeling a shift in the universe now that their souls had become one.

They split eventually, the battle for air winning over their need to consume each other. Ray and (y/n) gently pulled away to smile at each other, resting their foreheads together as they stayed in the embrace - married and complete. Thy'd never shake the immense joy they felt at that word - married - the hero cupping his sweet girl's face to peck her lips a few more times. 

"You're my wife... Oh, sweet girl... you're my wife," Ray breathed, thinking it was so much better than girlfriend or fiancée could ever be. She giggled at him, delighted when he called her that because it was so goddamn dreamy. Just like him. 

"And you're my husband, doofus," she added, pinching his chin as he smiled, looking ten years younger like she'd unburdened him. He cupped her face, staring down at her like she was the most precious thing in the world as he whispered..."

"I love you...so much."

"I love you, doof. More than anything," (y/n) replied, pulling him down for another shorter but no less sweet kiss. Ray hummed, eagerly drinking down her taste like a parched man, grunting in disappointment when his precious wife pulled away too quickly for his liking. 

She told him to save it for later before turning to their friends with a radiant smile. Charlotte and Piper threw blossom petals in the air, cheering and clapping with Jasper as Henry rubbed his face. He couldn't be prouder, applauding the happy couple louder than anyone, even as he tried to mask his tears. 

"Hey, Hen... Your liquid pride is showing," the heroine teased him, grinning but certainly touched as the boy brushed the droplets away. Nothing could ruin her mood as Ray nuzzled her cheek and temple, not wanting to leave his bride alone for a minute - there'd never been a man more in love. 

"Who cares, man? I'm happy for you. Congrats," the boy sniffed, accepting his emotions since it was a wedding - and at least he wasn't the most embarrassing crier there as he shook hands with his former boss and kissed his friend's cheeks. Schwoz was a mess, mascara streaking down his face from his pantomime getup as he wailed and dabbed his panda eyes with a handkerchief like a movie star. 

"I always cry at weddings!" He exclaimed, fanning his wet cheeks as Ray pulled his sweet girl into another kiss - he couldn't get enough. 

"To the happy couple!" Piper exclaimed, not having anything to toast, but seeing them canoodling made it feel like it was the right moment, especially when they smiled into their kiss. Strangely, it didn't feel embarrassing to have everyone's eyes on them, but that was probably because they never cared, always laying it on heavy no matter who was watching. 

"May they always remain lovey-dovey lovebirds!" Charlotte added, making everyone laugh as the couple prolonged their kiss like it was another vow, never wanting to break it. They'd always be so disgusting that the kids couldn't help but pull faces and mock them. 

"Hey, guys..." Jasper suddenly spoke, looking all innocent with his floppy hair and his cute sweater. Still, something in his eye made (y/n) suspect that he had an ulterior motive--especially when he plainly nudged Piper and winked at Henry. He wasn't exactly James Bond. 

"I know this isn't a traditional wedding but doesn't the best man normally give a speech?"

"Uh, yeah, traditionally--but don't worry, Henry. You don't have to make one," (y/n) nodded before quickly giving the tall teen a reassuring smile. Public speeches were nerve-wracking and scary, and she was sure that doing one in front of his entire found family would make the boy's palm sweaty. But Henry just shrugged and looked calm, clearing his throat as he pulled a scrap of paper from his blazer pocket. 

The kids hadn't told anyone except for Schwoz, but they'd colluded, too, having egged the boy on as he scribbled down a quick speech just for them, just this once. 

"Nah, nah, nah--it's cool--it's cool. If this kid can handle danger, he can handle a speech. No problem," he boasted, rolling his shoulders as his friends smiled, Ray and (y/n) huddling close and focusing on the boy. Their left hands were intertwined, rings brushing against each other because they couldn't get over the feeling of wearing them - it was the life calling they never knew they needed. 

"Ray...(y/n)..." Henry began, clearing his scratchy throat again as he tried to set the proper tone, glancing at his notes like he didn't have the words memorised. He wasn't good at this sort of thing, but he thrived under pressure, hoping to impress the couple, who didn't expect anything mind-blowing. Charlotte and Piper had helped him, making everything flowery and poetic since he hated all that mushy stuff--but he meant it. 

"I won't lie. You're two of the dumbest people I've ever met—"It was an excellent way to start, making Charlotte roll her eyes as Ray growled. His wife wasn't dumb, but Henry raised his hand as a sign to wait. He just needed to let him speak...

"From the second I stepped into the Man Cave, I knew you guys were made for each other," Henry grinned, recalling how even his thirteen-year-old idiot self saw the chemistry between them--more than they ever did.  

"The annoying thing, though, was that you didn't see it yourselves. I can't tell you how many days and nights me, and Charlotte spent smacking our heads at how oblivious you were. We're just friends, was all you ever used to say."

That earned a few laughs and a vigorous and emphatic nod from Charlotte, who could say there were times when she wanted to tear her hair out. Knowing they were in love and too afraid to say anything, but being sworn to secrecy themselves, was almost intolerable until the truth came out. 

"And then, even when Jasper came, you refused to admit it. Ray, you follow her around like a lovesick puppy. (Y/n), you think he's a God amongst men," he said, making the couple blush and giggle, looking at each other, knowing it was true. 

"You've made me proud three times in all the time I've known. When you finally put us out of our misery and became boyfriend and girlfriend. When Ray stopped being a chicken and proposed.... And today," Henry said proudly, having not glanced at his notes since he began the speech. He knew everything he wanted to say--what they needed to hear. 

"Seeing you both here makes me prouder than anything, and I can honestly say its suits you."

"You've always been an old married couple, and I can promise we'll always be sick when we see you kiss," he grinned, jokingly screwing his face up when Ray pecked (y/n) 's forehead. They were used to that, unoffended and secretly adoring how the kids fake-vomited at their affection. It was cute, and they loved winding them up.

"The Man Cave may be gone, but that doesn't mean it ends here for you. You're lucky. You get to make new memories wherever you go—only you'll be husband and wife this time. That's why we—and by that, I mean all of us—want to give you this."

The kid paused, turning to look at Piper, who'd sneakily stepped away while everyone had been distracted by his touching words and charisma. She grabbed the most precious gift; a handmade scrapbook that had (y/n) gasping and Ray smiling when they saw it. It wasn't perfect, with runny glue smudged in places, messy glitter, and wonky letters spelling 'Ray + (y/n), a love story', but it was made with love. And had thankfully been stored at Charlotte's house, so it wasn't blown up. 

"This is our wedding gift to you. It's not much, but we thought you'd like to look at your old memories while making all these new ones. To remember how far you've come," Henry explained, watching and feeling slightly nervous as (y/n) took the book and flipped through the thick pages. 

He didn't want her or Ray to hate it, but judging by the enormous grin on her face as she saw the first page - an image of the lovers looking very young in the first Man Cave - he didn't need to worry. It was beautiful, each page bound to the spine with metallic twine and decorated with stickers, glitter and little things to make them smile. 

As they flicked through the scrapbook, they realised it was also a photo album, hiding dozens of photos of them together, from anniversary snaps to in-the-moment candids where no one was paying attention. They never understood how lovestruck they were when staring at each other until the camera showed it perfectly in a picture from when Ray gave (y/n) her Hawaiian sunset. There was also their first Christmas kiss, every Kissaversary after that, (y/n)'s birthday, the time they were substitute teachers, their engagement, and that time they took photos for the Swellview calendar. 

There were so many, some of them, some of the kids, and all with little notes scribbled next to them in various handwriting styles - jokes, comments, or silly drawings. The couple fawned over the book, laughing and pointing as they remembered every event like yesterday, flicking until nothing was left to see.

Huh, that was strange. Suddenly, the book stopped without photos, glitter, or paint, leaving many empty sheets with nothing but a sticky note on the blank canvas. It had a message written in Charlotte's neat cursive, saying that the last pages were for them - it was time to make more memories, whatever they would be. 

"Thank you. It's perfect," (y/n) whispered, hugging the book to her chest so it would stay safe, knowing it would become one of her most treasured possessions. She didn't care if it smudged glitter on her dress; her tears returned, making her sniff, and Ray wrapped an arm around her, kissing her temple as he patted Henry on the shoulder. 

"Thanks, kid," he told him as Henry grinned, grateful that he'd chosen such a kind and thoughtful boy as his sidekick and his best man to stand by him on the most important day of his life--as his brother. 

The kid stepped back, wiping the stray sparkle from his fingers as he assumed the wedding was over. What else was there to do? He and his friends had a helicopter ride to catch since his sidekick career was over, but as he looked at Ray, who swore he seemed...nervous. Suspicious. Like he had something to confess. 

"Thank you for this, sweet girl. You really surprised me," the hero said as he held his wife's hand, feeling his heart in his mouth since he did have something to share. Although he didn't think it would've fitted so well with her plans. 

"I think it's the only rash thing I've ever done, but Mrs Manchester sounds good, right?" (y/n) asked happily, the new name sounding clumsily and foreign on her tongue, but she liked it. (y/n) Manchester... She could hear that for the rest of her life and be satisfied--and luckily, she would, thanks to the gorgeous man holding her hips.  

"It sounds perfect, but actually..." Ray started looking overjoyed as he heard his name next to hers, swearing he was the luckiest man on Earth. But he looked a little scared, too, releasing her body to take both hands in his like he had something meaningful to say, making (y/n) nervous. She wondered why he needed her full attention, playing it up like it was something big, but she didn't worry too much. How could she when her husband looked so soft?

The man reached into his inner breast pocket as his face stretched into a grin he couldn't shake. It made him look like a genius, even though he was just fortunate - in every aspect of his life. 

"I have a surprise of my own, darlin'," he revealed, pulling two plane tickets from his jacket that had her eyebrows furrowing until she saw the clear print written on the front. Swellview Airport to Hawaii, two passengers, making her eyes snap to his, filled with tears and wonder because it couldn't be genuine... It felt like a dream, thoughtful and fateful like he'd known what she'd been planning. 

"Doofus, what..."

"I didn't know you'd planned this, sweet girl. I booked the tickets days ago, wanting to take you to your paradise after everything we went through. My girl deserves to see a Hawaiian sunset before anything can stop her, but now... This just feels--"

"Perfect," (y/n) answered for him, staring at the tickets as her brain processed what he meant. Flying to Hawaii had been her dream since she was little, hoping she'd get to walk the beach with someone special. But there'd never been anyone good enough, the time, the money, or the occasion. Until now--now, she had everything, including the man of her dreams, to accompany her there. 

"Oh, doofus--thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around Ray's neck as he laughed. What had originally been planned as a luxury, once-in-a-lifetime holiday was now their honeymoon. And he was really fucking glad he'd booked the fancy villa in a three-week trip to the island paradise.

"Our flight leaves in a few hours. Just enough time to pack our bags, but... We'll have to say our goodbyes here," the hero said reluctantly, looking at the kids with soft, sad eyes. The abrupt plans meant their final few moments would be rushed and brief. He assumed she'd want to spend every second she could with them, blowing off the vacation for her babies. 

But then, (y/n) surprised him, sniffing as the moment's meaning dawned on her, yet she smiled and nodded nevertheless. Like everything, letting go was scary, but she could accept it. 

"That's okay. I'm ready..." (y/n) said quietly, knowing she wouldn't pass up a chance to experience bliss with her doofus nor deny the teens the opportunity to experience the world for themselves. So, she turned to them with her pretty smile and cheery disposition, making them sad because it was time to say goodbye to their favourite person as Ray and Schwoz stayed back. This was their moment - they had a special bond with their (y/n/n). 

"So... After all this time, everything's finally over," Henry sighed, giving the woman a melancholy yet nostalgic smile. He couldn't believe it; his childhood had disappeared in a flash, and now he was grown, terrified but eager to see what life was all about. He just wished he didn't have to leave those he loved behind. 

"Yeah, but we're coming back, right?" Jasper asked, frowning at the thought of this being the end, finito, game over, never to see each other again. If that was the case, he didn't want to leave... Silly, dear boy.

"Yeah, totally," Charlotte reassured him, knowing they'd never survive if they didn't have a home to return to. Maybe not often since the lovebirds would be having their own kids soon, growing their family and being too busy to look after them, but there were always the holidays. And there was nowhere better to be than with their found family on special occasions, especially when Mrs Manchester cooked. 

"(y/n/n), I want oatmeal raisin cookies for every Thanksgiving."

"Ooh! And those brownies with the little chocolate chunks in them!" Piper exclaimed, having fallen in love with the woman's baking after a few months in the Man Cave. Her skills were out of this world, and no one could ever replace them--or the sweet girl. She was pretty special...and snuggly...and safe. 

"And pie!"

"Lots of pie!" Henry and Jasper exclaimed, making (y/n) laugh, throwing her head back in the prettiest way to leave Ray whipped for her.

She made them one pie once, and they never shut up about it - the crisp pastry, the sweet, delicious filling... They ate the lot themselves, arguing it went to a better place when the boss scolded them for eating what should've been his as head taste tester. But it was fine--(y/n) would make all the pie her boys wanted and more. 

"I'll make everything, and there'll always be a place for you. Always. Any time you want. You come, and I'll feed you," the heroine giggled, giving them those soft eyes that held so much motherly love even as she let herself cry. She couldn't stop even if she tried. She was too emotional, especially when Piper jumped into her arms and hugged her waist tightly. 

She buried her face into her chest, hating anyone who saw her cry, so she hid her cheeks as best she could. But (y/n) couldn't go on her honeymoon without knowing how she felt, just like Piper couldn't go to college without telling her of her unending gratitude--for everything. 

"I'm gonna miss you, (y/n/n). So much..."

"I'll miss you too, Piper... And if anyone at Florida State messes with you, they'll have me to deal with," the woman warned jokingly as she squished them together. Although part of her was very serious about beating up anyone who caused her trouble, thinking they'd receive a little visit from Miss Danger if they teased her meanly. 

"You're always so good at that," the girl commented, her voice muffled and monotone since it was whispered into the delicate lace of her friend's dress. But (y/n) heard her, not that she understood any of it--all she did was swear to rip any bullies apart for hurting one of her babies. 

"At what?"

"Making me feel like I have a friend," Piper murmured, sounding small and shy as she shrank into herself - so very different from the confident girl her clothes and attitude suggested. 

It almost broke (y/n) 's heart, knowing that under her tough exterior, Piper had it rough being the sassy, popular in the best clique in school. She loved the fame, but she never made any real friends, just bitches who stabbed her in the back just to look better or gain a boy's attention. Having no friends was awful, and the heroine hated that one of her closest friends felt like that...until she came along.  

"Oh, Piper..."

"No, it's true. You never hated me for being mean, annoying, or rude. You've always been there for me... Thank you for that," the girl said honestly, looking into the woman's teary eyes before she pulled her into another tight hug. 

Their friendship had been brief, but it meant the world to Piper, knowing that someone, somewhere, finally accepted her without expecting something in return. (y/n) would never, and that's why she poured every ounce of feeling she could into the hug before they let go, pulling away with moist eyes. The girl had to fan herself to ensure she didn't cry, not wanting to look like a panda before college, making (y/n) smile. Florida State wouldn't know what hit them when Piper Hart landed, going on to make something of her life and be more than the brat everyone wrote her off as. 

Next was Charlotte, who stepped up and quickly went in for an angled hug, slotting against the woman, who didn't care if it was a little clinical or stiff. She knew that Charlotte's affection lay elsewhere. However, they still laughed like old friends, light and airy since they never needed to be authoritarians or pretenders. They were very similar people, so they got on so well.

"I'll call you when we get there, (y/n). And don't worry, I'll keep those idiots out of trouble," the teen reassured her, aware that it would be in the middle of the night when everyone landed in their respective destinations, but being the worrier she was, (y/n) liked to know everyone was safe. And with Charlotte on their side, Henry and Jasper had nothing to worry about. 

"You're gonna have your hands full, but I know you'll be okay. You're the smartest kid I've ever met, Char. You're really gonna be someone someday," the bride whispered, meaning it with all of her heart as she saw headlines bearing Charlotte Page's name for all the good she would do. 

"Everything I know, I learned from you. Thank you for that," she replied, not even to be modest--it was true. 

Whilst she excelled at school, Charlotte learned more from (y/n) than any book, making her the perfect teacher and friend a person could wish for. And when she stepped up to collect all the awards the woman swore she would win, the first name on her lips would be (y/n) Manchester, thanking her for turning a tedious after-school job into the time of her life. 

It was unusually sentimental for her, so they hugged again before anyone could see her tears--which would be highly embarrassing. But (y/n) cries for her, giving the same tight squeeze she did with Piper before letting go. It was always short and sweet with Charlotte; no need to overcomplicate things when she said everything perfectly. 

So, the woman moved on to the next kid, who could barely contain himself as he bounced and waited for his goodbye. 

"Come on, Curly. I know you want to," she giggled, holding out her arms for the boy to jump into - it was kinda flattering to see him so excited for one of her hugs, making the moment even more special. 

Jasper loved her hugs, wrapping his long arms around her like a bear and pulling her into his chest since he was so tall. He never used to be, and secretly, he'd always had a particular soft spot in (y/n) 's heart. It wasn't favouritism, but she knew how rough he had it home, so whenever she saw him, she gave him an extra sprinkling of love, which hadn't gone unnoticed.

"I've always liked it when you call me that," he confessed, smiling at her cute nickname. It made him feel unique and loved, given that none of his friends ever got one. 

"I miss the curls. They're distinctly you," (y/n) smiled, reaching up to pay his straight, fluffy locks. Sure, he'd artificially curled his hair with rollers every night to maintain his old bouffant. Still, no matter how many people teased him, she liked it, thinking that even though he had that awkward phase, it didn't make him unloveable. 

"You don't think I'm weird?" He asked self-consciously, remembering his outbursts, slip-ups, bodily sweatiness, and poor decisions; the worst being his insufferable obsessions with buckets. But (y/n) thought differently, wanting her Curly to stay who he was, saying the words no one had ever told him. 

"Don't let anyone change you, Jasper. I think you're wonderful, just the way you are."

"(y/n)..." Jasper sniffed, needing to swallow the lump in his throat before he continued because she made him cry. It touched his heart more than ever before because all he'd ever been told was to fit in, stop acting weird, and be normal if he wanted people to like him.

Then, he found the Man Cave, and even though Ray grumbled every time he messed up, it felt like home. And God knows he'd never had one of those before, not a proper home filled with love and people who wanted him there. That made (y/n) the kindest, sweetest, most generous woman he had ever met - for taking him in and giving him a place to stay when he had nowhere else to go.   

"Thanks for being the mom I never had."

It was (y/n) 's turn to hide, pressing her face into his chest as she bawled and wrapped her arms around the boy so tightly that it felt like suffocation. She didn't mean to; it was involuntary since he needed a little extra comfort, and she was more than happy to give it, knowing she'd miss how he never failed to make her laugh when he was in Dystopia. Still, a few regular phone calls would placate her. 

Finally, it was Henry's turn, who just stood there, looking relaxed and casual, as he waited for her to release Jasper. 

When they were done, he opened his arms, allowing her to silently shuffle close until they were wrapped in a tender embrace. They uniquely relied on each other, bound by her mentorship and their bond as sidekicks. They fought and almost died together more times than they cared to remember, meaning their hug wasn't rough or tight - it was warm and safe, saying, it's okay, we're alive, for the last time. 

"I don't know what to say, (y/n/n)," Henry admits, having waited until he was last because the others knew what they wanted to say. But he didn't. How do you thank someone who changed your life as much as she did with him? How do you repay that much kindness?

"You don't have to say anything, Henry. I know," (y/n) soothed him, enjoying the hug without hearing about his gratitude. She didn't think she did much, turning up for work daily to help where she could. If the kid felt half of her adoration for him, it would be good enough for her - an honour to know that she'd had a role in a little boy's life and made it better, even if it was just for a few years. 

"You do?"

"Yeah. I feel it, too," she smiled. Grand gestures were lovely, but so was this, making the most of the moment before they had to go, and she already knew about those complicated feelings. They made her heart hurt at the thought of saying goodbye to a friend, but they also gave her the strength to let go--and inspired Henry to dig deep. 

He had to say something, finding the words on the tip of his tongue when he thought hard. It was brief and stupid in his mind, but he said it anyway, knowing (y/n) would never laugh at him. 

"That first day in the Man Cave, I didn't just find a stupid after-school job. I found my second sister. I love you, (y/n). Thank you for being there...for being you."

"I love you, too..." she whispered, snuggling into the lanky boy's arms as she let the words sink in. He wasn't hers, and nothing stopped him from going off and forgetting all about her and his Man Cave life, but something told her he wouldn't. Because, at the same time, he was hers--her Henry, the kid who made her a mentor, friend, superhero, wife, and mom all at once. She'd never forget him. 

"I love all of you," she added, turning to Piper, Charlotte, and Jasper as they smiled back, uncaring about their tears since it was the common theme that day. 

"We love you, (y/n/n)," they all muttered, teetering on the edge of rushing toward her because the helicopter was calling them. 

Time was running out, and they had deadlines to meet, all of which were much more important than hugging some plain, unremarkable woman who outwardly wasn't anything special. Just your average, run-of-the-mill lady, who no one ever blinked twice at. If only the world knew how sweet she was...

"Last hug..." But (y/n) invited them anyway, gathering them in a group hug with a warm grin and an even warmer embrace. She couldn't bear to watch them go without squeezing them one final time, hating the thought of not leaving them enough love to keep them going. In the corner of her eye, she noticed Schwoz wandering to the Man-Copter and realised that she'd have to let go soon, so they made the most of it. 

"My babies... I'm so proud of all of you," she whispered, pulling away to dry her tears. If she didn't let go now, she never would, so she reluctantly ushered the girls toward the helicopter and patted the boys' shoulders. God, she would miss them. 

"Now, go on, off you go...before I change my mind!" It was a small joke, making the kids laugh sadly as they faced what would take them to their new adventures. They were scared for different reasons, some knowing their destination would be dangerous, others knowing they'd be alone. But that was okay because when they looked back, (y/n) waved them off as Ray hugged her from behind. 

It didn't seem as scary with someone to fall back on - a friend to talk to in lonely moments or a hero to call when things got lairy. 

"Make sure you see them right into their apartments, Schwoz. They smell fear in those places," (y/n) told the genius as she watched the kids clamber into the helicopter and nervously rubbed her hands together, now having a second ring to fiddle with. Schwoz wasn't sure if she was talking about Dystopia or a college campus. Still, he had to nod and agree, sensing a grilling coming his way if he didn't ensure they were safe. 

Luckily, she had her doofus behind her, his warm front against her back as he kissed her cheek and hummed. They would be okay. 

"Okay! And don't worry. I'll keep everything safe here while you doing the smoochy-smoochy in Haweee—-"

"Hawaii, Schwoz. It's pronounced Hawaii," Ray said through gritted teeth, wondering why he hired a man so bad at pronunciations. He irritated him, but the hero didn't squash him, secretly wanting someone to check on the kids when they couldn't. He couldn't imagine life without them, but he had his sweet girl--and plenty of ideas on what they could do with so much quiet time. 

"Just go!" Schwoz told them, waving his hand over his shoulder as he trotted to the Man-Copter. 

Inside, Jasper and Piper were complaining about having to sit near each other, possibly swapping cooties and other germs as the genius shut the door and prepared to take off. It would be a long flight, but he had a minute's respite as the kids settled down to wave to the couple outside. The blades whirred to life, creating violent, whipping winds around Ray and (y/n) as they stood fast and shouted their final goodbyes. 

Well, not goodbyes, more like see-you-laters. 

The aircraft lifted off, making (y/n) bite her lip to stop herself from crying again. There they went, flying higher and higher until they were soaring over the city as a mere speck on the skyline. Her babies were off to see the world, and the most they'd get was a postcard, perhaps the occasional visit. 

Finally, they were alone, husband and wife, watching the chopper until they couldn't follow the black dot. Then, a strange feeling came over them. When was the last time they were alone? Three weeks was a long time in their hectic lives, sending a tingle down (y/n)'s spine as she debated married life. It wasn't so bad so far, not when Ray dipped his head to kiss up her neck like he'd been dying to do. 

"So, Mr Manchester... About this honeymoon," she said coyly, feeling like they'd need to get there sooner rather than later, given how much his hands wandered with no one looking. But she was just as bad, holding his head in place as she craned her neck to give him more room, smiling when she saw her golden wedding ring poking through the chocolate locks. 

Ray smirked against her skin, nipping wherever he liked because she was his wife, his sweet girl, and she was entirely his for the next three weeks. He'd seen enough of that dress to know he wanted it on the floor, preferably in their hotel room, where no one would disturb them. 

"Well, Mrs Manchester, you'll just have to wait and see..."

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part 2 for the lovie-cutie!! well its cute but just dont touch the yellow snow... 'DO YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓' we do. 'im sure some of them are older than me' well im wearing my moms coat thats older than me. maybe your age HGJDJFG SORRY. sorry, catmom. oldie but goldie. im impressed by such a great collection. 'im hungry T_T' bon appetit ig TT 'i used to have a crush on my philosophy teacher' awwww. ive read a fic like this... idk if i ever had a crush but i absolutely had some strong feelings to my rus lang teachers and the math one bc of the mommy issues ig... sorry, im back to your story. no but its a kinda cute story. but the ending is ??!!!?!! hajffk if it makes sense. writing poetry abt smn sounds nice. i used to write some poems abt my first idk sympathy? too. it was a more dramatic story (not underestimating your feelings!). if youre glad these feelings went away, im glad for you. all experience is an experience to have and liking smn worth of being felt. 'ARE YOU TUMBLR' you never know.... ITS SUCH A CUTE STORY WITH THE BLUES CLUES TT its delightful that content that can stimulate childrens interest in science exist. 'and i remember learning that mars had 2 moons' deimos and phobos! deimos is pronounced just as daemon dont you see any like.... OMG i was going to talk abt the moons but!! targaryens are said to be more like gods but if an au with them as greek and roman gods? daemon as the god of war anD! aemond as the hades who marries persephone and cherishes her like nothing else. theres probably smth like this on tumblr but ive just thought abt it. so. these 2 moons was literally the only thing i remembered and ALWAYS said during my astronomy lessons. to the point my teacher was like 'oh katyas going to like this question' and i was like DEIMOS AND PHOBOS my babes TT SORRY i got carried away. 'they have two nights' AAAW these cute childrens assumptions on how the world works TT i lovelove them so much. theyre so cute and amusing TT but its a good logic! big baby brain! its good your brain didnt explode!! it wouldve been such a tragedy to loose THE genius brain! 'a post which was like you cant think of a color' oh this provoking shit! ig the fact that i can make out the constellations has smth with the tilt of Earth? my hometown is pretty very very close to the border of the North Pole so atmosphere there is thinner and basically? it means? sky is closer? smth like this. tbh the northern sky is the sight to see. both in winter and in the summer. bc in winter the constellations are visible and yk the polar night while in the summer its the polar day and the sky is so white-ish, the sun never sets down and the airs so fresh TT omg i miss it. also this cute dream abt stars TT its so touching that you wanted to see constellations that much. 'ok then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sandman fics it is' OK now YOURE provoking. ok maybe next message. 'i imaged her to be younger' me too but doesnt she deserve it? 'BAD INFLUENCE BUT ALSO BRILLIANT MIND' THANKS im trying my best. im glad you liked it! hope to see it one day in your blog. anything, actually. so good luck with your queue! im finally gonna sleep YEY. have a nice day/evening/night!! good luck! love you! take care <з

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i watched an ep of doctor who with my mom T_T it was a mistake to pick a random ep i was very ? confused i was pretending i understood it and just watched til the end because i was tryna commit to it T_T HAHHAHAH

anyway heres a kitty for good luck

omg this reminds me of this stray that went up to our house and i pet him and he was so sweet and he laid in front of me and i was like i want to pet you but if i pet you im going to have to feed you and i have no food im so sorry so its a no for me 😩😞 it was a dark day for humanity

well its cute but just dont touch the yellow snow...

STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP TT_________TTTTTTTT YUCK

'DO YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓' we do.

very good

'im sure some of them are older than me' well im wearing my moms coat thats older than me. maybe your age HGJDJFG SORRY. sorry, catmom. oldie but goldie. im impressed by such a great collection.

im not offended by that at all i wear my moms clothes that are older than all of us sibs so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you dont have to apologize for it. i dont think ill ever be offended by being called old at least i hope not. ill always be old to someone and young to others

'im hungry T_T' bon appetit ig TT

im hungry again but i cant eat cos im going to sleep and i cant sleep with a full stomach it hurts when i do T_T or ok not hurt its just uncomfy

'i used to have a crush on my philosophy teacher' awwww. ive read a fic like this... idk if i ever had a crush but i absolutely had some strong feelings to my rus lang teachers and the math one bc of the mommy issues ig... sorry, im back to your story.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAH MOMMY ISSUES

im glad you find my cringe cute HAHAHAH 🤢🤢🤢

no but its a kinda cute story. but the ending is ??!!!?!! hajffk if it makes sense.

HAHAHHHHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT DID YOU EXPECT THAT ID DATE HIM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO T_T

writing poetry abt smn sounds nice. i used to write some poems abt my first idk sympathy? too. it was a more dramatic story (not underestimating your feelings!).

lol HAHAHAH im not offended by things like that MY GOSH DO YOU THINK IM PETTY i am BUT NOT THAT PETTY

if youre glad these feelings went away, im glad for you. all experience is an experience to have and liking smn worth of being felt.

im so glad 😩💅😬🤢

'ARE YOU TUMBLR' you never know....

ITS SUCH A CUTE STORY WITH THE BLUES CLUES TT its delightful that content that can stimulate childrens interest in science exist.

YES I LOVE THAT VIDEO GAME SO MUCH IF I HAD IT I WOULD PLAY IT YOU KNOW WHAT LET ME TRY AND FIND IT TO AT LEAST SHOW YOU IF I CANT PLAY IT

omg i think this is it im going to cry

i dont remember it being like this entirely but i think this is it. HELP PLUTO MY PLUTO T_T im going to cry

'and i remember learning that mars had 2 moons' deimos and phobos! deimos is pronounced just as daemon dont you see any like.... OMG i was going to talk abt the moons but!!

HAHHAHAH i have no idea what the mars moons are called but if you say so i trust you i might remember this this time around because i dont have a kid brain anymore just a large kid brain HAHAHH

targaryens are said to be more like gods but if an au with them as greek and roman gods? daemon as the god of war anD! aemond as the hades who marries persephone and cherishes her like nothing else.

LET ME STOP YOU RIGHT THERE THIS IN AND OF ITSELF IS ALREADY SUCH A GREAT STORY IDEA PLS THATS SO GOOD NAUR I HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN

theres probably smth like this on tumblr but ive just thought abt it. so.

ur such a bad influence who cares if theres smth like this you nor i have not written it so thats all that matters

these 2 moons was literally the only thing i remembered and ALWAYS said during my astronomy lessons. to the point my teacher was like 'oh katyas going to like this question' and i was like DEIMOS AND PHOBOS my babes TT SORRY i got carried away.

HAHHAHA THATS FINE <3 its so fun that we have a shared interest with space!!! LOVE THAT FOR US. go off my deimos and phobos queen she like me for real reciting and stuff HAHAAH

'they have two nights' AAAW these cute childrens assumptions on how the world works TT i lovelove them so much. theyre so cute and amusing TT but its a good logic! big baby brain! its good your brain didnt explode!! it wouldve been such a tragedy to loose THE genius brain!

T_T IM GLAD YOU THINK MY SUFFERING WAS CUTE you have no idea how frustrating this was for me i was like so if a day is 24 so half of that would be day half would be night but then i was like then that means they have ... 1 night.... and just really short days T_T HLAKHLKASHFLSAFLSAFASF im glad i didnt lose my brains either

'a post which was like you cant think of a color' oh this provoking shit!

it was i cried like literally literally bawling cried

ig the fact that i can make out the constellations has smth with the tilt of Earth? my hometown is pretty very very close to the border of the North Pole so atmosphere there is thinner and basically? it means? sky is closer? smth like this. tbh the northern sky is the sight to see. both in winter and in the summer. bc in winter the constellations are visible and yk the polar night while in the summer its the polar day and the sky is so white-ish, the sun never sets down and the airs so fresh TT omg i miss it.

i think it has to do with light polution as well. i live in the city so the lights are never off, never fully. also damN IS THE SKY CLOSER WTF THERE ???? damn. i mean i can see the stars here i just ??? idk which is which

also this cute dream abt stars TT its so touching that you wanted to see constellations that much.

[kicks can] im such a fucking nerd dude HAHHAHHHA

'ok then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sandman fics it is' OK now YOURE provoking. ok maybe next message.

lol ok HAHAHAHA

'i imaged her to be younger' me too but doesnt she deserve it?

but it isnt about deserve its about tradition. rhaenys deserved to be heir but nah

'BAD INFLUENCE BUT ALSO BRILLIANT MIND' THANKS im trying my best. im glad you liked it! hope to see it one day in your blog. anything, actually. so good luck with your queue!

HAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAH i hope to see it to T_T i always like your ideas! and yes my queue T_T my loooong queue

im finally gonna sleep YEY. have a nice day/evening/night!! good luck! love you! take care <з

same my back hers as per usual

im luv you so much my dear

xxx

[storytimewithnova]

Girl with ruby eyes

Siblings Akaashi and Iwaizumi and Seijuro older brother

Ship atsuhina

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Meet Shoanna Akaashi

sister to twins Keiji and Hajime and older brother Seijuro

18 years old

She has one unique feature to her brothers her eyes are like rubies and people would literally kill for them and i mean literally

She gets bulled because her eyes are diffrent they say she has eyes of a psychopath they always look like they have bloodlust this was middle school it got so bad she ended up wearing contacts scared of being bullied again Or worse

What will happen when one day at training camp she forgets to wear her contacts till a boy tells her and she runs back in the dorm to get them Not knowing the boy saw her ruby eyes and fell for them and her

What will she do when that said boy tells her to stop wearing contacts and keep her eye natual because he finds them cute just as cute as her

Shoanna Akaashi couldn't believe her luck. After years of hiding her unique ruby-colored eyes, she had finally found someone who appreciated them. The boy, named Atsumu Miya, had seen her without her contacts and instead of being repulsed, he found her eyes enchanting.

Atsumu had always been drawn to things that were different and out of the ordinary. Shoanna's eyes captivated him, reminding him of the fiery passion that burned within her. He admired her strength and resilience, the way she had endured the bullying and still managed to shine brightly.

As they spent more time together during the training camp, Shoanna's walls slowly started to come down. Atsumu's constant support and genuine affection allowed her to embrace her true self. She no longer felt the need to hide behind fake lenses; instead, she let her natural eyes shine brightly.

Shoanna began to see herself in a new light, understanding that her eyes were not a curse but a beautiful part of who she was. Atsumu's admiration for her uniqueness helped her see that her differences were to be celebrated, not hidden away.

Their relationship grew deeper and stronger with each passing day. Atsumu was always by Shoanna's side, encouraging her to embrace her talents and passion for volleyball. Their shared love for the sport only strengthened their bond, and they became an unstoppable duo both on and off the court.

As they navigated high school together, Shoanna and Atsumu faced various challenges and obstacles. However, with their unwavering support for each other, they overcame every hurdle that came their way. They became each other's safe haven, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment.

Shoanna's brothers, Keiji, Hajime, and Seijuro, noticed the positive change in their sister. They saw her blossoming into a confident and radiant young woman, thanks to the love and acceptance she found in Atsumu. They were grateful that she had found someone who appreciated her for who she truly was.

Atsumu's love for Shoanna went beyond just her physical appearance. He cherished her fiery spirit, her determination, and her capacity for compassion. To him, she was the embodiment of strength and beauty, inside and out.

One day, Atsumu took Shoanna to a peaceful spot by the beach. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the waves. As they stood there, Atsumu held Shoanna's hand and looked deeply into her ruby eyes.

"Sho, every day I fall more in love with you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your eyes are not just beautiful, they represent your strength, your resilience, and your unwavering spirit. I want to be by your side, supporting you, and loving you always. Will you be mine?"

Tears welled up in Shoanna's eyes as she nodded, the warmth of Atsumu's love enveloping her. Finally, she had found someone who appreciated her for who she truly was, someone who saw the beauty in her differences.

From that day forward, Shoanna and Atsumu faced life's challenges hand in hand, their love shining brightly like rubies. And as they continued their journey together, they inspired those around them to embrace their own unique qualities, celebrating the beauty in their differences just as they had done.

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