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feyre-darling92 · 2 months

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this is my thesis

(inspired by this post)

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feyre-darling92 · 2 months

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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feyre-darling92 · 4 months

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Simon was sitting in the debrief room, only half listening to Price who was giving his usual team speech before a mission. Instead on focusing on his captain, Simon found himself staring at the silver band adorning his left ring finger.

The two of you had gotten married only just a few weeks prior, and the post wedding euphoria still remained within Simon. Any time he looked at his wedding band, he’d be reminded that you married him.

You married the man beneath the mask, the man with the scars, the man with the broken heart- and you loved him unconditionally, for better or for worse.

A small smile danced upon Simon’s lips as he remembered the first time you were called Mrs. Riley. You officially had his last name. You were his wife. His to love, his to cherish, his to protect.

He was grateful the mask hid the growing crimson in his cheeks, his thoughts now drifting to your wedding night. Simon couldn’t stop calling you his wife. Making sure you knew just how fucking happy he was to have married you.

A resounding clap of hands brought Simon from this thoughts, as Price dismissed the group to prepare to leave.

Simon stood, making his way to the locker room, and paused at his locker when his fingers found his wedding band. He twisted the ring around his finger for a moment, a smile lining his lips.

He knew the protocol was for him to take the band off, but the more he looked at it, the more he couldn’t bring himself to remove it. It felt wrong to take it off, and Simon simply couldn’t fathom the thought of never having it on his finger again.

He took one last longing look at the silver band, still adorning his finger, before he slipped his skull gloves over his hands. He looked up to find Price looking at him, a knowing smile touching his lips. It’d be their secret.

The ring became something that grounded him, it reminded him of the promise he made to you. To keep fighting, to always find a way to return home, to you. His wife.

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feyre-darling92 · 5 months

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