#'Daisy you may now kiss your bride' *Daisy turns around and kisses his best man*

[fazcinatingblog]

This is true love

[itspdameronthings]

bachelor party

Summary: my entry for @rebelwrites's writing challenge. Takes place in @autumnleaves1991-blog's channel 2 universe. Benny and Santiago attends their bachelor party. has a surprise entertainment.

inspired by this song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9WZMMe3h1E&t=2s

." Where is my fucking cap! Can't find it! " Sound of Benny's voice coming from the bedroom. Santi comes out of the office in a huff," What do you mean your cap is gone? Might be in the laundry man." Benny knows that is not the case. Night before. He placed it on the dresser. Next to his phone and keys. Doc comes up the stairs. Hears the commotion. Place your hand on his shoulder," Baby? What is the matter?" He turns around," my hat is gone. I know I left it on the dresser. " You tried to convince him that it would turn up soon. Santi tells Benny they better get a move on. Tonight is their bachelor party.

You lay on the bed with books on the bed. Reason for this. You have to study for your nurse exam. Benny and Santi were ready to head out,but Santiago couldn't find his dog tags. Look all over the room. Scratching his head," could have sworn I left them on the nightstand. Honey? Have you seen them?" Took off your readers," sorry boo. I haven't. Look, yall get going can't be late. " both of them kiss you. Once you hear the door shut. You quickly change into your tee and sweats. Look into your bag to see that you have everything. Including the hat and dog tags.

Soon they arrived at Woody's. Was now closed for the evening. Will and the others arrive. Along with a few of their army friends. Didn't take long for them to start the card game. Chowing down on nuts and drinking beer. Friends teasing Benny and Santi about being tied down. As the game got into full swing. Will looked at his watch and noticed it was time for some entertainment. Go backstage to see you putting your finishing touches to your costume. Will volunteered to have a dancer to perform. Thought it would be better if you could do it. He knew how you are about other women lusting over your boys. Got together with a friend of yours to help with the outfit and the routine. Got inspired by an old movie the three of you love to watch. Who framed roger rabbit. The outfit is all you. Made a costume from what you wore in Columbia. Cargo pants were made into daisy dukes. Top was cut short so you can tie it. Will chuckles," boy I cant believe you swiped the hat and tags. Had to hear them moan about it being lost. If they only knew…" you laugh while putting Benny's cap on your head," funny, how you kept a secret this complex from them." Will hugs you," have fun. Cant wait to see their faces." Taking a deep breath. Knowing that your boys are gonna die when they see their bride performing for them.

Will goes onto the stage. Clearing his throat," I wanted to do something for my brother. Or should say brothers. What a better present is a sultry performance featuring a very pretty and hot mamma. So with further a due. May I present your gift."

Light goes off. Bluesy music starts to play. Spotlight hits center stage. A beautiful leg peeks through the curtain. Sound of a sultry singer starts to sing. Benny slowly leans forward in his seat. See a certain kind of combat boot. It is like the ones that his doc's. Santi whispers," think we know that beautiful voice. Nah...she is home studying." Moment you appear behind the curtain. Mouths dropped! Couldn't believe what they are seeing.

Doc singing her naughty song. Sultry dancing to the music. Struts off the stage towards her boys. Teasing them with her touches. Moving away when they tried to touch you. Benny tried not pass out. Santi tried to stay in his seat. Oh you could tell how hard they are. Giving them a wink. Struts back on stage. Wiggling your ass you as you finish your number.

There were lots shouting and hollering. To you this is the best gift she could ever given to her boys.

Both Benny and santi were still awestruck from the performance. Will smiles," see you two figured out where your stuff went. Give your baby credit for doing this for you two." Benny laughs," my brother managed to get this a secret from me. Which was never your strong suit." Will chuckles," it was not just me. Doc was behind this. Thought of another women dancing for you two would sent her into a frenzy. So.. I helped her plan this." Both of smile. Now they cant wait to get you home.

Soon the party was over. Benny and santi were waiting for you. Still in your attire. They could not stop staring at you. Took their breath away. Benny comes behind you. Nibbles on your neck," you were so sexy up there sweetheart. See a new side of you. So hot." Santi kisses your lips," damn, how I want to take this off of you right now. To punish you for lying to us." You rub his chest," had to think of away to make this thing to work. Hated to see my boys go bonkers for not finding their stuff." Both of them takes your hand. Leads you out the door. Helps you into the truck. You know when the three of you get home. There will be an encore

[tommodirection]

The Wedding

Louis Tomlinson x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Uhm, mentions of death, maybe some swearing?

Masterlist

A/N: Heylo! This is a little Valentine’s Day blurb I whipped up! The idea was requested by @ladytommomomoa ! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you, and have a nice day!❤️💕🥰

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You had dreamed of this day since you were a little girl. You’d imagined walking down the aisle with your father, following the trail of rose petals to your betrothed, a beautiful bouquet that would match your spouse’s tie.

You had never imagined that the fantasy would come to life, but here you were, getting your hair and makeup done, the guests already arriving and your fiancé waiting for you at the altar.

They were putting finishing touches on your makeup, repinning your hair to perfection, despite the dull ache on your head. Your maid of honor was in the room over, grabbing your dress from your mother.

The stylist applied another layer of hairspray, probably the hundredth layer, which you were sure wasn’t healthy, but she seemed as nervous as you.

Everyone was waiting on you now. The guests had arrived, Louis and his groomsmen were already ready, even little Freddie was ready, he was being entertained by Phoebe and Daisy.

Riley, your maid of honor, came in, a soft smile on her face as she held up your dress bag, hanging it on the door as she unzipped the cover, revealing your dress.

It was a beautiful cream color, white was never an option for you, lace trim with a small train, small enough to not need people carrying it, long lace sleeves, an off the shoulder dress really.

You slipped into the dress with the help of Riley and your stylist, it fit perfectly. You turned to the mirror, a sense of overwhelming washing over your body. You put your hand on your stomach, trying to calm the butterflies that had risen.

You had no doubt in your mind that this is what you wanted, you couldn’t be happier.

You were ushered to the line, everyone taking their places as the piano began, your mother stepping out first, followed by Louis’ step-father, and they took their seats at the front, along with Louis’ siblings and your other family.

Then came your bridesmaids and his groomsmen, only eight of the in total. You were up soon.

You gripped onto your father’s arm, placing your head lightly on his shoulder as the last pair reached the end of the aisle. “I love you, dad,” you said, chuckling when he kissed the top of your head.

Freddie and Lily, your niece, began making their way down the aisle, Lily tossing her petals out and Freddie glancing around the crowd nervously, making you giggle. Your turn.

You stepped out, watching as Freddie and Lily reached the end of the aisle, both darting to your sister and wrapping their arms around her legs, making the guests and you chuckle.

You finally looked at Louis, standing there patiently, trying to bite back a smile, but failing miserably. You treaded your way down the aisle carefully, not looking away from Louis as your father led you.

After what felt like and infinity, you reached the end, only a few feet away from Louis now. You gave him a subtle nod before turning to your father, giving him a kiss on both cheeks. You turned and took your place in front of Louis, standing a little straighter as you did so.

He grabbed your hand and quickly pressed a kiss to the back of it, bringing it down, but never letting go.

The official went through his small speech, finally asking you to exchange your vows, Louis was to go first.

He let go of your hand to reach behind him, his best man handing him the small piece of paper. Louis unfolded it, clearing his throat before he began. “Y/N L/N, my heart and my soul. I’ve been waiting for this day since our second date, right after I watched your trip over nothing. I knew right then and there, that you were it for me. I don’t know what did it, but I just knew. A few months later, we went shopping, and we passed a jewelry store, you kept walking, but I was standing there, looking at all the engagement rings. Each one I looked at, I imagined it on your finger, each thought made me happier and happier. I didn’t buy the ring until a few months later, and even then, it took me a few years to propose, but it was never about being ready or not. It was about timing. We started dating right before I had Freddie, and you treat him like your own son, and at this point, he really is. Shortly after that, my mum died, I bought the ring right before she passed, and I wasn’t in the headspace to propose,” he brought his thumb to his eye, brushing a stray tear away. You grabbed his hand, giving him a small squeeze of reassurance. “Then, after I finally got back on my feet, Felicite died, and I came crashing down again, but you were there for me every step of the way. I recovered again, and I knew that it was the right time, I knew that no matter what came my way, I’d want you to be here with me, and I want you to be the one I wake up and see every morning, I don’t want to live without you.” He finished, handing the paper back to his best man as he wiped tears from his face, glancing at his family before turning his attention back to you.

You took a shaky breath, trying to regain your composure as you exchanged your bouquet for your vows with Riley. You cleared your throat, exhaling before starting, “Lou, my whole world, my light, I’ve been imagining this day since I was a little girl, the perfect scenario in my head. Of course I had everything picked out, but there was one thing I couldn’t account for, but knew I wanted. The perfect husband. I always imagined him standing in front of me, but nothing I could ever imagine could live up to you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, funny, kind, smart, and you aren’t bad looking either,” Louis let out a low chuckle. “But more important than any of that, you are strong. So strong Louis. We’ve experienced many tragedies since we’ve been together, your mom and your sister, but you got through it each time, and you still tried to focus on others. You focused on your family, your fans, and me. You always try to help others, even when you’re hurting, and that’s why I fell in love with you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, and even though it’s cheeky, you make me strong,” you finished, a soft smirk on your face as you watched Louis’ eyes crinkle in laughter.

Now, the moment you’d been waiting for since you said yes all those months ago. “Y/N L/N, do you take Louis Tomlinson as your lawfully wedded husband?” The official asked, his eyes darting to Freddie who had just handed the rings to his father. Louis handed you his ring, grabbing your hand, your ring dancing above your fingertips.

“I do,” you said, excitement bubbling up in your stomach. Louis slid the ring onto your ring finger, a small smile on his face as he held out his hand for you.

“Louis Tomlinson, do you take Y/N L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” he said, very softly as you slipped the ring onto his finger, your hands shaking slightly.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Louis wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you against him as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, obviously trying to keep it PG with the dozen children watching the ceremony. It wasn’t your first kiss with Louis, it wasn’t your most passionate, and it definitely wasn’t the last kiss you would share, but you knew that no matter how long you’d be together, no matter how many times you’d kiss, each one would still feel like fireworks.

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[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 45

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 45 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 45/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

[A/N -This one is a bit longer because I couldn’t find a good enough place to split it. I got a few more surprises planned for the last chapter is next and then we move into the Christmas special! I can’t believe we (and Elise) have come this far.]

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” the priest said.

Clara cheered.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Elizabeth grabbed Ten’s face and kissed him.

“Is there a lot of this in the future?” the older Doctor asked.

“It does start to happen, yeah,” the Doctor told him.

“God speed, my love,” Elizabeth told Ten.

“I will be right back.”

They all ran into the TARDIS and Ten started her up.

“Right then, back to the future,” the Doctor said.

Elise looked around the control room and smiled.

“You've let this place go a bit,” the older Doctor said.

“Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it,” the Doctor said.

Elise hit him on the arm. “I happen to like it.”

“Yeah, you always did.”

“Don't you listen to them,” Ten told the console.

An alarm started going off and the console shocked him as the console room changed again. This time to a room with white walls.

“The desktop is glitching,” Ten said.

“Three of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate,” the older Doctor told him.

“Hey, look. The round things,” the Doctor said to his younger incarnation.

“I love the round things.”

“What are the round things?”

“No idea.”

“Oh dear, the friction contrafibulator.” The Doctor ran to the console and flipped a switch. “Ha! There, stabilized.”

They were standing in the console room that Elise and Clara were used to.

“Oh, you've redecorated. I don't like it,” Ten told the Doctor.

“Oh. Oh yeah? Oh, you never do.”

Ten frowned.

“Listen, we're going to the National Gallery. The Zygons are underneath it.”

“No, UNIT HQ. They followed us there in the Black Archive,” Clara told them.

All three Doctors looked at her.

“Okay, so you've heard of that, then.”

“Lucky for us, I have a way to contact the Black Archive.” He pressed a few buttons and they heard Kate’s voice. “You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter.”

“Science leads, Kate. Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?” the Doctor asked her.

“Doctor?”

“Space-Time Telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father, hotline straight to the TARDIS. I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid.”

“I'm sorry, Doctor. Switch it off.”

“Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with,” Ten told her.

“Please listen to them, Kate!” Elise begged. She’d seen the damage the decision had done to her father.

The TARDIS lurched.

“Kate, we're trying to bring the TARDIS in. Why can't we land?” the Doctor asked.

“I said, switch it off,” Kate said.

“No, Kate, please. Just listen to me!”

The telegraph cut off.

“The Tower of London, totally TARDIS-proof,” Ten said.

“How can they do that?” Clara asked.

“Alien technology plus human stupidity. Trust me, it's unbeatable,” the Doctor told her.

The older Doctor looked at the stasis cube sitting on the console. “We don't need to land.”

“Yeah, we do. A tiny bit. Try and keep up,” Ten said.

“No, we don't. We don't. There is another way.” He picked up the stasis cube. “Cup-a-soup. What is cup-a-soup?”

The Doctor smiled and ran for the front door as Ten and Elise flew the TARDIS.

“Next time,” she muttered, “Next time you redesign the desktop, there better be a phone connected to the console!”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ten said.

Elise blushed.

The Doctor came back to the console. “It’s all taken care of.”

They placed their hands on the stasis cube. When Elise opened her eyes, they were in Gallifrey Falls.

Her hearts started beating quickly as memories bombarded her. Memories she thought she had forgotten. Of the screaming and the smell of death.

She fell to her knees with her hands on her head. Ten helped her up and she wrapped her arms around him, his scent calming her. She remembered clinging to him as the Timelords were sucked back into the Time War just leaving him and her and Wilf in the mansion. She remembered how scared she was and how gently he tucked her into bed that night.

He’d been dying, but he cared for her as best he could.

“Exterminate!”

The three Doctors turned to the Dalek with their sonic screwdrivers. It went crashing out of the painting into the Black Archive.

The Timelords stepped out and Elise fell to her knees again.

Clara wrapped her arm around the girl.

“Hello,” the older Doctor said.

“I'm the Doctor,” Ten told them.

“Sorry about the Dalek,” the Doctor said.

“Also the showing off,” Clara added.

The Doctor stalked up to Kate. “Kate Lethbridge Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?”

“The countdown can only be halted at my personal command. There's nothing you can do,” Kate told them.

“Except make you both agree to halt it,” Ten said.

“Not even for three of you.”

“You're about to murder millions of people,” the older Doctor said.

“To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?”

1:36 remained on the clock.

“Once. Turned me into the man I am now. I'm not even sure who that is any more,” the Doctor told her.

“You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie. Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong,” Ten said.

“And, because I got it wrong, I'm going to make you get it right.”

The two Doctors pulled up a set of chairs and sat down, putting their feet up on the table.

“How?” Kate asked.

“Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown. Both of you, together,” Ten said.

“Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time,” the Doctor added.

“Safeguards all round, completely fair on both sides.”

“And the key to perfect negotiation?”

“Not knowing what side you're on.”

They both stood up and took out their sonic screwdrivers.

“So, for the next few hours, until we decide to let you out…”

“No one in this room will be able to remember if they're human…”

“Or Zygon.”

“Whoops a daisy.”

Ten jumped onto the table, the Doctor following. They all soniced the memory filter in the ceiling.

The countdown now said 7.

“Cancel the detonation!” both Kate’s yelled.

“Peace in our time,” the Doctor said.

They jumped down and the two Kate’s discussed the treaty while Elise looked around the Black Archive.

“I’ve missed you.”

Elise jumped and saw her father’s previous incarnation standing beside her. “How can you miss me? You don’t even know who I am!”

“I know your favorite flowers are sunflowers. You’re constantly reading books, but you also love to paint and draw. You rarely sleep anymore because of nightmares and I know that underneath all your attitude is a scared little girl. You just don’t want him to know.”

Elise looked over at her father, standing with the Kate’s.

“I know so much about you. You’re my best friend and I miss you.”

Elise felt her hearts break. His brown eyes were so sad when he looked at her. Just like in the Naismith Mansion. Before he regenerated.

Clara ran over to the Doctor. “He’s gone. I think he’s going to do it. We have to stop him.”

Elise started to walk to her TARDIS, but Ten grabbed her wrist.

“Please. One more time.”

Elise had never met this Doctor before today, but he clearly needed this so she went with him into his TARDIS.

He put her in flight and she swayed and lurched.

“You are a worse driver than my father!” Elise yelled.

“You love it!”

The TARDIS landed and the two were thrown to the floor.

Elise started laughing and Ten helped her up.

“Thank you,” he told her.

Elise smiled at him. “No, thank you.” She’d never really gotten the chance to get to know him and as much as this day had been taxing on her, she was glad she got to meet him. And it was obvious that she met him some time in her future.

They stepped out of the TARDIS and saw the older Doctor standing there in front of a big red button.

“I told you. He hasn’t done it yet,” Clara said.

Elise looked around. “It’s the barn. The barn you told me about as a child.”

“Go away now, all of you. This is for me,” the older Doctor said.

“These events should be time-locked. We shouldn't even be here,” Ten said.

“Well by that logic, I shouldn’t be here and yet here I am,” Elise told him.

“So something let us through,” the Doctor said.

“Go back. Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile,” the older Doctor said. He placed his hand on the button.

“All those years, burying you in my memory,” Ten said.

“Pretending you didn't exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself,” the Doctor added.

“Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else.”

“You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right.”

They approached him.

“But this time…”

“You don't have to do it alone.”

They put their hands on the button.

“Thank you,” the older Doctor said.

“What we do today is not out of fear or hatred. It is done because there is no other way,” Ten said.

“And it is done in the name of the many live we are failing to save,” the Doctor said. He looked at Clara, who was shaking her head.

Elise stood there with tears in her eyes but like when they lost the Ponds, she wasn’t crying.

“Clara? What? What is it? What?” the Doctor asked her.

“Nothing.”

“No, it's something. Tell me.”

“You told me you wiped out your own people. I just. I never pictured you doing it, that's all.”

The barn around them went dark and they were standing in the Time War. The buildings were burning and families were screaming.

Elise felt like she was a child again and the dam burst. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she let out a scream.

The Doctor rushed to her side and he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his forehead to her temple and he saw the Elise he’d rescued. The one with the big fearful blue eyes. This Elise clung to him like she had in the Naismith Mansion.

Her fingernails dug into his coat as she rocked back and forth. It’d been a while since she’d had a meltdown and today was just much for her to handle.

“What's happening?” Clara asked.

“Nothing. It's a projection,” the older Doctor said.

“These are the people you're going to burn?”

“There isn't anything we can do,” Ten said, looking at Elise crying uncontrollably in her father’s arms. He walked over to them and took Elise from the Doctor as he stood up.

The Doctor turned to Clara. “He’s right. There isn't another way. There never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn.”

“Look at you. The three of you. The warrior, the hero, and you.”

“And what am I?”

“Have you really forgotten?”

“Yes. Maybe, yes.”

“We've got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero.”

“Then what do I do?”

“Be a Doctor.” He turned around and saw Elise standing. She wiped at her eyes, while Ten rubbed her back. “When I was younger, she said the name you choose is a promise. What was it?”

“Never cruel or cowardly,” Ten said.

“Never give up, never give in,” the older Doctor added.

The images around them faded and they were standing back in the barn.

“You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?” Ten asked.

“We change history all the time. I'm suggesting far worse,” the Doctor said.

“What, exactly?” the older Doctor asked.

“Gentlemen, I have had four hundred years to think about this. I've changed my mind.” The Doctor soniced the red button back into the box.

“There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking,” the older Doctor said.

“Yeah, there is. There is.”

“But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know,” Ten told him.

“Because if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements,” the Doctor added.

“What? What don't they know?” Clara asked.

“This time, there's three of us.”

“Oh! Oh, yes, that is good. That is brilliant!” the older Doctor said.

“Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too! That is brilliant!” Ten said, catching onto the plan.

“Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking about it for centuries,” the Doctor told them.

“She didn't just show me any old future, she showed me exactly the future I needed to see,” the older Doctor cried.

“Eh? Who did?” the Doctor asked.

“Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!”

“Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?” Ten asked.

“So what are we doing? What's the plan?” Clara asked.

“The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly,” the older Doctor said.

“The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?” Ten asked.

“Tiny bit of an ask,” Clara said.

“I’m sorry. Wait. Back up. What do you mean disappear?” Elise asked.

“The Daleks would be firing on each other. They'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire,” Ten explained.

“Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other,” the older Doctor said.

“But where would Gallifrey be?” Clara asked.

“Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away,” Ten said.

“Exactly,” the Doctor said.

It finally hit Elise. “Like a painting.”

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Always & Forever: Part 4

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Summary: Being forced into an arranged marriage by your father doesn't go quite to plan when your soon to be husband tries to take the only freedom you have ever known. Little does he know someone else was listening in. Go on a journey to discover that Lucifer may not be as bad as he appears. He did save your life after all.

Warnings: talks of acts of violence, talks of possession, age gap, cursing, fluff, some angst, mentions of blood and injury, talk of mature topics, 18+ only.

Word Count: 2696

A/N: I try to stay as true to the time period as I am comfortable with. This an 18+ only series. You have been warned. There is a lot of talk about mature topics. You have been warned. All thoughts in italics.

Enjoy!

“I hope I get to see you again Lucifer...that this wasn’t the end to what could be a beautiful story.”

I lay there in bed staring at the canopy of my bed, wondering if I could feel where Lucifer was, hoping he was somewhere close, but sadly I couldn’t tell.

“Miss, I have been instructed to bring you to your father’s study.” My hand-maiden announced.

I just get up and follow her. Not really knowing what awaited me, all I knew was that Lucifer was probably gone now, along with his brothers. War between our kingdoms was inevitable.

“I have brought your daughter as you requested, your majesty.”

“Thank you. Leave us.”

My hand-maiden curtsies and leaves, shutting the door. 

“Y/N, what has happened these last 24 hours has been a blur because everything has happened so fast. What I do know is that you have gone behind my back, deliberately disobeying me, and Michael. Reeking havoc in our kingdom, causing many men to be out looking for you rather than protecting the castle. I’m glad that you discovered that Michael had declared war in my name, but it doesn’t excuse the behavior. I thought I raised you better than this. To be grateful for everything you have been given, and not throw a tantrum because you didn’t get your way.”

“If I may speak on this matter, Michael tried to kill me before he even got to know me, he tried to kill his own brother, hiding him in the dungeon, he declared war against one of our greatest allies, and he threatened to kill you, and me after we were married. Tell me then that I was throwing a tantrum.”

My father didn’t say a word. Somewhere deep down he knew I had every right to do what I did.

“Father, you have to know deep down that I am mature enough to make this decision on my own now. Lucifer is right for me. He clearly cares for me, and this kingdom. Along with the citizens in and around it. I know what a good king is supposed to look like from you. But right now, I’m not even sure I trust you are anymore.” I turned to leave after that, but his silence stopped me.

“Y/N, I know you care about this kingdom, but any son from that kingdom is untrustworthy with you now. I refuse to marry you off period now.”

“Father, do you realise the reputation that will be created? It won’t look good on either of us if I go unmarried. I want to prevent war between our kingdoms. We can’t afford to go to war, whether that be money, or soldiers. It’s not a risk I’m willing to take for the sake of getting revenge on Michael.”

“I guess you weren’t kidding when you said you wouldn’t stop fighting for this prince.”

“Lucifer can bring so much more to our kingdom than just peace. He can properly train our guards and soldiers, maybe get more people willing to join our arm and get more in here for protection in case guards have to go searching for me again. Most of all father, he will bring me happiness.”

I can tell my father is thinking upon these good points, but I knew he still wanted to say no. I just had hope in my heart that he wouldn’t just shoot it down again.

“I will have to think about this, but I think he has already headed home. I will send a letter to him once I make my final decision.”

“Yes father.”

“You may go. That is all.”

I curtsy, and head back to my room.

“There you are, I was certain something horrible had happened to you.” A voice said from the shadows.

I stand in my doorway, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.

“Princess, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry I didn’t come up sooner, but I was making sure my brother was arrested properly and was sent off without escaping.”

“Lucifer, thank goodness.” I breathe a sigh of relief and walk to him.

He stands and comes to hug me, holding me tightly.

“Did you go looking for me princess?”

“No, father called me down to his study and I had a talk with him,” I look up at him and caress his cheek, “I tried my best to convince him about letting us marry.”

He leans into my touch, “I know you did the best you could do. I will continue to stay by your side though, even if your father decides against it. I won’t go back to my kingdom, knowing that it is corrupted.”

“Stay here with me forever? I shall hire you as my personal guard. My father can’t have a say in that. He will see then how much trust I have in you.”

“If you asked me to give you the world, I would do whatever it took to give it to you.”

I smile wide, and walk over to my bed.

“I shall take my leave princess. You get some rest.”

“You’re not going to stay?”

“No your highness. It would cause temptation. I’m not one to give easily, but with you, can’t help it.”

“Seems fair. I hope father agrees so we don’t have to keep being separated.”

“Me too princess. Me too.”

Lucifer walks out, shutting the door gently. I wish he knew how badly I wanted him to stay here with me. How badly I yearned to lay next to him, and feel his strong arms wrap safely around me. My battle had been won, but I still felt like I was losing the war. 

~*~

I paced my room for hours, hoping that my father would call for me, saying he had agreed to let me and Lucifer be together. Or, hoping Lucifer would come back and check on me to make sure I was okay. Alas, I paced and paced and paced. No sign of anyone coming to put my racing mind at ease.

“Miss, I have come to ask if I may wash your dress, and make any alterations you would like done to it. We also have a tailor ready to make a brand new dress that suits your fancy.”

“Oh, um, sure. May I ask why?”

“I have been given strict orders not to say a word. Just ask if there are any alterations you would like done, and if I may wash it.”

“Could you possibly ask the tailor if he could alter my mother’s wedding dress for me? Rather than them making a whole new dress?”

“Of course, miss. I shall return shortly.”

How odd? What was happening? I mean, I could only hope for the best and see if my hopes come true, but I also didn’t want them too high incase things fall through, and my father has agreed to let me marry someone else. I wish I wasn’t kept in the dark.

My hand-maiden came back a few minutes later, and brought the tailor with her, and my mother’s dress. They fitted it and altered it right then and there in a matter of an hour. It looked so much more beautiful than I could have imagined. Whoever this was for, I knew their breath would be taken away, for mine was taken away, and the dress was on me.

“Miss, may I style your hair?”

“I-I guess.”

“How would you like it?”

“Just in a loose braid. Nothing too fancy.”

“Of course, miss.”

She braided my hair quickly, and made sure I was happy with it.

“Here is your veil miss. I remember you said one time you wanted your veil to be made into a flower crown made of daisies.”

“It’s beautiful.” 

I let her set it on my head, and I look in the mirror. I was stunned at how beautiful I looked. Though, I still wanted to know what was going on.

“Now follow me, miss. Your questions shall be answered here shortly.”

I follow her to our chapel room. The doors were closed, but I could hear people inside. The doors slowly opened as music began to play. I guess this was one way to get me to marry someone without me running away. 

I looked at the ground wanting to keep the man a mystery till I came to the altar. I knew my father wouldn’t force my marriage with Michael upon me a third time, but I could end up with anyone else at this point. I also wanted to keep my full look a secret to the man standing, and waiting patiently for me. 

I get to the steps and finally look up, but my veil of course had been in front of my eyes at this point. 

“You may lift her veil and reveal yourself sir.” The priest granted.

The man lifts up my veil and I come face to face with Lucifer. This was it. I was finally going to get my wish. I was going to marry the man who saved my life over 24 hours ago. The man I was willing to fight all my life to end up with, was standing here smiling at me, and I must have been smiling wide as well, for he caressed my cheek and mouthed, so beautiful.

“To make this quick and simple before anyone can object, as I have been instructed, Princess Y/N of Lucaea, do you take, Prince Lucifer of Oslucatish, to be your husband?”

“I do, high priest.”

“Do you Prince Lucifer of Oslucatish, do you take, Princess Y/N of Lucaea, to be your wife?”

“I do, high priest.”

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

I get on my tiptoes as Lucifer caresses my face clashing our lips together. It was rough, but delicate. I could tell he had been waiting for this moment as long as I had. 

“I love you Y/N.” Lucifer confessed, after we pulled away.

“I love you too, Lucifer.”

He scooped me up and carried me to our now shared chambers. He gently sets me on the bed and crawls in next to me.

“How did you make this happen?”

“It wasn’t me who had truly convinced him. It was you darling.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said that I could bring so much to your kingdom, but most importantly, I could bring you happiness. That won your father over. All I did was say that you make me happy, and make me want to be a better person for you. That was it. I didn’t need to say anything else before he called your hand-maiden to get ready. I told her to not say a word to you, for I knew you’d ask.”

I giggle, “that makes a lot of sense now. She never usually keeps things from unless she is under very strict orders not to.”

Lucifer smiles and pulls me close, kissing me. I kiss him back resting my hand on his shoulder. He rolls me onto my back and gets above me, not disconnecting our lips. His hands travel up and down my sides, as I wrap my arms around his neck. The kiss turned rough, but I didn’t care. As long as I was with Lucifer, I didn’t care how far this went.

He lifted me back up a little and unzipped my dress. I helped to take off his layers as well, but he got antsy and stood up taking his many layers of his suit. As he did that, I pulled my dress down the rest of the way and flung it across the room.

Lucifer got back on top of me and started to kiss my neck. I extended it closing my eyes, enjoying the sensation I felt in the pit of my gut. It was nothing like I have ever felt before, and I didn’t want this feeling to stop, as he continued to kiss down my body, tossing the rest of our clothes across the room. Lucifer then made his way back up my body before kissing my lips once more. The room was filled with our groans and sighs of pure bliss, and I never wanted that moment to end.

The next morning, I awoke tangled in the bed sheets, but it felt cold. I feel across the bed for any sign of warmth indicating Luc was still in bed, but I couldn’t feel him. I sat up and noticed I’m all alone, wearing a nightgown.

Was that all just one big dream? Did none of it really happen? Is there no one with the name Lucifer? Did I never leave my room that day? Did I actually fall asleep?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone walk in.

“Thank goodness, I was beginning to think I was dreaming.” I turn and face the person, but it was only my hand-maiden.

“Are you alright, miss?” 

I guess I looked as disappointed as I felt.

“It’s nothing. What are my duties today?”

“Well, your father is out still trying to find those bandits.”

“That was months ago though? He’s still on that?”

“Well he has a new commander in charge now to lead the pursuit.”

Was she talking about Lucifer? Did my dad drag him away already?

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’m not sure. Have you ever woken up, and felt like everything that happened was a dream, but you hope somehow it wasn’t, no matter how much it felt like one?”

“I’m not sure I understand, miss.”

“Nevermind. Do you know when my father will be back?”

“I don’t, miss. Do you need him for something?”

“No. I just want to look my best for when him and the commander return.”

“I’m not understanding, miss. Why would you want to look your best for the commander?”

Maybe the commander isn’t who I thought he was.

“Nevermind.”

“Let’s get you ready and downstairs for breakfast.”

I let her help me get ready, and escort me to the dining hall. Surely Lucifer would meet me here if he was still on the castle grounds.

As we walked, we passed Maddox, and I stopped him to say hi.

“Good morning Maddox.”

“Good morning your highness. You headed to the dining hall?”

“Yes I am. Would you care to join? I have lots to discuss with you.”

“With me? Why me?”

“Miss, you know the rules about the dining hall. Royals only.”

“Maddox saved my life multiple times these last couple days.”

"Sure did, I guess."

“Don't feel me you don't remember,” I look at him and he has an unsure look on his face, “y-you don't remember do you?”

“I'm sorry, your Highness. I don't know what you mean. I barely see you or talk to you.”

“Join me for breakfast, Maddox, and I will tell you what I'm talking about.”

“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit and relax for a bit.” He replied following me to the dining hall.

“Please sit.” I offer sitting down myself, dismissing my hand-maiden. 

“So what makes the princess so interested in me?”

“I know about the secret corridors.”

“You can't say things like that so casually! What if someone evil were to hear you!?”

“You worry too much.”

“How do you know about them anyways? I never show them to anyone.”

“You helped me and Lucifer escape.”

“I helped you, what now? Why would I do that?”

“Because I ordered, and Lucifer was hurt.”

“First of all, I would never. Second of all, who is this Lucifer you speak of?”

“What do you mean? The three of us left to save Taekya.”

“Our trade kingdom? Why did we have to save it?”

“Because Prince Michael declared war against them.”

“The first prince of Oslucatish? Why would he want OUR trade kingdom?”

“But we are at war with Oslucatish? Why would you have to marry him?”

“Because I refused to marry him.”

“We're at war with Oslucatish? What about Lucifer?”

“Who is his Lucifer you speak of?”

“He's my husband.”

“You aren't married.”

[the-hidden-writer]

An Odd Family Tree

A series of snippets from the lives of the FitzSimmons family, set post 7x13. Also, the series of events that leads up to the birth of their grandson.

Available to read on AO3 and FF.net.

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Chapter 10: Wedding

Coulson was the first to arrive. After Jemma and Fitz had pitched the idea of his LMD-self officiating the wedding to Bobbi and Hunter, they had immediately been on board. He’d arrived one week early so that they could run through the ceremony so that everything could go smoothly on the big day.

Hunter and Bobbi had offered to be the ones to meet him at the airport. After the initial shock at seeing the fact that he hadn’t aged since they last saw him all those years ago, they’d rushed forwards to hug him. Hunter almost cried. Coulson was incredibly shocked himself, and the taxi ride back to the cottage was full of impossible stories that must have confused the poor driver.

Alya had been waiting in the garden for them. She stood up when the taxi pulled up their rocky driveway and had greeted her uncle with a warm hug. Fitz and Jemma watched on from the front door, with Jemma resting her head on her husband’s shoulder as they both tried not to cry. Coulson had congratulated them in the form of extremely out-of-date dad jokes, and nobody would have it any other way.

The wedding rehearsal went perfectly.

Next came Daisy and Sousa. They’d arrived a day earlier than expected as a surprise. It had been Jemma who’d opened the door, and she’d immediately reverted back to her ten-year-old self and had squealed with excitement. She and Daisy embraced straight away and refused to let each other go until they’d had a good minute or so of hugging.

When Alya came to investigate the commotion from the top of the stairs, she’d let out a similar sort of noise to her mother. She raced down the stairs, calling out “Uncle Dan!”. Daniel, who had gone back to using his cane since his prosthetic had started throwing him slightly off-balance, had laughed heartily as his niece proceeded to almost squeeze the life out of him. Her favourite Aunt didn’t escape this treatment, because the moment Jemma let go of her, Alya pounced on Daisy like a fox.

Daisy was over the moon when Hunter and Bobbi dramatically revealed themselves. Dear Sousa was beyond confused.

Davis arrived with Piper two days before the wedding. Though Piper had a broken arm, the also-strangely-young Davis was taking care of her like his life depended on it. Piper was sick and tired of the constant attention. The others felt relieved and reassured that neither of them had changed one bit.

Hunter wanted to experiment with Davis through the medium of extremely-dangerous pranks. Fitz practically had to tackle him to stop him from throwing a butter knife at the back of his head.

Late on the night before the wedding, Mack and Flint arrived. Though they both wanted to come much earlier, both were caught up in SHIELD business. Mack had a mountain’s worth of paperwork and missions to organize, and Flint was one of SHIELD’s top field agents.

Mack had cried upon seeing Fitz and Jemma in person after so, so long. He was still able to pick up a very reluctant Fitz, before doing the same to a less-reluctant Alya.

He’d bawled like a baby when Bobbi and Hunter walked in. At first he’d frozen, and said their names like he didn’t dare to even hope. They’d walked closer, and the reunited trio had shared a beautiful moment of hugging each other with tears rolling down all three of their cheeks.

Even later that night, Mack joined Fitz and Hunter to sit down and watch a football game they’d taped.

And then tomorrow arrived.

Alya had begun to hyperventilate, and Jemma had held her in her arms, whispering to her reassuringly until she felt ready to get ready. They’d picked out the perfect dress weeks in advance. It was simple, plain and white, but had subtle, delicate details that made it stand out like one in a million- just like Alya. It had soft, floral lacing around the waist and a wavy pattern towards the bottom. The sleeves were covered with translucent silk. Alya suddenly looked like the princess Jemma and Fitz had always believed she was.

Daisy had offered to do her hair and makeup. Alya’s hair was relatively short, but that didn’t stop her aunt from twisting and curling it and adding various clips and grips and making it impossibly beautiful. There wasn’t much makeup, as per the bride’s request, but even the lightest powder and lipstick were added to make her ready.

The ride to the woodland venue was the hardest part. Alya sat squashed between her parents who were desperately trying and failing not to weep. She placed a graceful hand on each of their legs and squeezed it comfortingly. Her parents immediately did the same to her.

Because they were more than her parents. They were her best friends. They were her life. They were her everything.

When they’d arrived, the driver had to repeatedly tell the trio to not be late since the couple was too busy kissing their daughter’s hands over and over.

Alya apologised for them and they finally exited the car.

When it was time for the ceremony to begin, it was Fitz that got cold feet. He tried so hard to think of the reasons that he disliked Owen, but his mind had gone blank. He couldn’t think of a single excuse to blame the situation on, he’d worn a suit and everything, and he knew that everyone was waiting for him.

He silently looked up at his daughter with a pleading expression. Alya wiped away his tears with her finger. And then they did the one thing he’d yearned for and dreaded for so many years.

He walked her down the aisle.

Jemma, Bobbi and Hunter sat at the front, all with watery eyes transfixed on them. Coulson stood under the arch at the end with the biggest smile on his face. Daisy was trying her best not to cry, clutching Daniel’s hand under the table. Piper and Davis looked like they were having the time of their lives. Flint and May (when did she arrive?) looked so happy for them. Mack was openly dabbing at his eyes. And Owen…

Owen looked surprisingly dapper in a suit. Forget Fitz, it was even harder trying to imagine the scruffy boy Owen in a suit. But the man had cleaned himself up amazingly, was wearing a stunning black suit (that looked a size too big on him) and had his green eyes locked on Alya.

Those green eyes had shone when they reached the altar. He’d smiled at Fitz, but Fitz was shaking. He couldn’t give away his daughter, especially not to Owen.

But then he turned and saw his team, his family all looking at him expectantly.

And after one final kiss on Alya's hand, he gave it to Owen.

He sat down slowly and immediately linked hands with his wife.

Coulson began his speech.

“We are gathered here today for the momentous occasion of the marriage of two wonderful people, Alya Fitz-Simmons and Owen Shaw. One could say that their union was written in the stars given their heritage, but these are two souls that are truly in love.”

Alya and Owen stared at each other with utter adoration in their eyes.

“If anyone has any reason for these two to not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Nobody spoke up, though Jemma had to hold down Fitz’s knee to stop him from jumping up.

“In that case, onto the vows. Alya?”

Alya took a deep breath. “It was my Dad who first introduced us, but Owen you have slowly become my life. It was your pure, unparalleled determination that I fell for, and even before our first date, I think I’d realised that you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I promise to always do my best for you. No matter what.”

Owen’s voice was uncharacteristically nervous. “Alya, I… you’re such an amazing person. It’s so hard for me to wrap my head around, that someone as perfect as you could even like someone like me. You’re so smart, and I’m just a dumb traveller. And now we’re getting married. I love you, Alya, and I promise to always love and protect you as much as I can.”

Coulson asked for the rings, and the best man (one of Owen’s American friends) handed the matching set over.

It was once the rings were on the fingers, the couple had kissed, and the applause had died down that Jemma and Fitz both broke down into tears and were instantly engulfed in hugs and reassurance from their old teammates in what was the hardest moment of their entire, already challenged lives.

[asksigynwifeofadumbass]

Flower crowns in the Garden

Words: 2,153

Warning: Arranged Marriage, Fluff, Logyn (Loki X Sigyn), NOT COMIC BASED ORIGIN OF HOW LOKI AND SIGYN MET.

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Sigyn was so manipulable and so afraid of everything she had over controlling parents and she always felt so trapped in her relationship with her parents. And one day, her parents announced she would get married with a son of one of her father’s friends, his name was Theoric Enokson, and so they could get to know each other better their parents decided to let them go to the spring ball that was happening in the royal palace. Sigyn’s parents prepared her so she could look beautiful and look like the perfect bride the parents of Theoric were expecting for his son. Sigyn was gonna wear a beautiful silver gown that make her look like a divinity while her long wavy golden hair was left in freedom as if it were a beautiful waterfall while the sunset light was reflected against the magnificent waters. Sigyn’s mother, Yvette, accompanied her in her room while Sigyn looked at herself in the mirror.

-I look different than usual -The blonde said surprised -Mum, are you sure I should wear this? I don’t feel comfortable like this.

Yvette got close to her and put her hands in her shoulders -Sigyn, Theoric’s mother loves this color and we need his family to love you so you can make us proud and you want us to be proud -Yvette's long nails dug into Sigyn's skin -Do you?

Sigyn’s eyes were filling up with tears of pain -Yes, I want to make you proud, Mum.

Yvette got her hands off Sigyn leaving red marks in her shoulders -Good... Now come on you have a family to impress.

Sigyn was escorted by her mother to the door of the mansion, where she saw a handsome man with a man and a woman in elegant clothes and shiny jewelry behind him. It was Theoric and his parents. Sigyn’s father, Gerd, got close to Theoric’s parents and greeted them.

-Enok, Astrid -He salute it with a fake smile on his face -Welcome to our humble home -Gerd grabbed Sigyn’s wrist and dragged her in front of Theoric -Theoric, this is my daughter, Sigyn, your new bride.

Sigyn force herself to smile while Theoric bowed. The two came out of the mansion where a carriage waited for them and so they got in and began to go to the spring ball.

-So, Theoric what do yo-.

-Could you shut up?! -He yelled making Sigyn afraid while he drank out of a bottle filled with liquor -Look, you and I are going to get married anyway because my parents are forcing me, so you get away from me for the rest of the party ok? because this night may be the last we’ll single and free and I’ll spend a lifetime with you being a pain in my ass.

Sigyn kept quiet until the carriage arrived to the royal and already Theoric was drunk and smelled like alcohol. Theoric went away to a place with some friends of his. The place was huge and filled with people dancing, talking, eating and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Sigyn felt afraid and lonely, her parents didn’t let her to go anywhere outside her home alone, she could only get out to the garden, her favorite place in the hole world, so Sigyn decided to exclude herself to one table and she started to drink glass after glass of wine.

After hours of drinking she got up but for all the drinks she took, she stumbled out of the palace and felt the nocturnal cold air hit her body and how it build a goosebump in her spine. She looked around her and saw beautiful flower bushes, magnificent sculptures and fountains, gigantic trees and the sparkling stars of the night sky, and with that was enough to know that was the garden of the palace. She got close to a bush of pink peonies and admired it. It had a sweet smell, it was beautiful, delicate and soft. While she admired the gorgeous flowers, she thought about her situation, She could already see herself in a marriage with Theoric: It would be the same as how her parents treated her but now if she do something wrong the pain of a punishment would last more. She was gonna be in this constant circle of being controlled and pretend to be happy and perfect. The emotion got the best of Sigyn and make her to fall to the ground, tears flooded her blue eyes at the mere thought of living the rest of her life miserable with someone that she doesn’t even know and still treats her like shit. But suddenly the blonde heard someone approaching. She turned around but thanks to the tears she could only see a green and golden blur getting closer to her.

-Who is there? -She asked while cleaning her tears off. When she looked to the blur her eyes widened at the surprise that the person she saw was prince Loki, her jaw dropped. Of all the moments she could met a royal throughout the ball it had to be when she was crying.

-Are you ok? -He offered her his hand to get her on her feet.

The blonde cleaned herself up and got up -Thank you, your highness.

-You’re welcome, Lady?

Sigyn bowed to him -Sigyn Gerddottir.

-Lady Sigyn, what is the reason you’re in this state? -The raven haired gentleman questioned.

Sigyn didn’t want to answer -Sorry, your highness but I don’t kiss and tell and if you excuse me I need to get back to my home Oh! -Sigyn almost fell to the ground but Loki catched her. Loki noticed the smell of the wine in her lips and how drunk she was -I’m sorry, I... am a little dizzy.

-I see, let me bring some water ok? and while I bring it sit there under that tree -Loki accompanied her to the and leaving her to sit against the tree that was near some daisies -I’ll come back just wait here.

Loki got away in direction to the insides of the palace where the huge rave as going on. Loki got close to one of the maids and ask her for a simple glass of water while he was waiting for the drink his brother, Thor, noticed him something that the young prince try to avoid all night.

-BROTHER! -Yelled Thor hugging Loki making notice him the smell of wine and beer -Where have ya’ been?

Loki rolled his eyes and got out of Thor’s hug -Doing things -That was a big lie, he passed the majority of the party in the library or in his room -Hey, Thor, are those Fandral and Volstagg with another barrel of beer.

-Where? Volstagg, YOU OAF! -While Thor yelled Loki sneak away taking the glass of water so he could go to Sigyn in the garden.

When he arrived at the garden he found Sigyn with some daisies in hand making a something with them with a smile in her pink lips while her sky blue eyes and silver dress were reflecting the sparkling stars. She is so beautiful, Loki thought that when he gave a good look at the blonde.

Sigyn suddenly turned her head around caughting Loki looking at her -Oh! You’re here! -She said with a soft smile filled with warmth.

Loki got close to her and gave her the glass -Drink it and your drunkenness will go away sooner -Sigyn drank from the glass -Hey, what is that?

The icy blue eyed man asked pointing to the daisies, Sigyn blushed and answered -It’s a flower crown. I didn’t have much to do and so to thank you I made it for you -Loki blushed at the answer of the blonde -But still is not finished so you and I can talk while I finish it, is it ok?

-Yes, of course -Loki answered.

-Question; Why aren’t you at the party instead of here? -The blonde asked.

-That’s easy I don’t like so much this type of party so I just spend some minutes in there in my party clothes and later I hide in the library or the garden.

-Ok.. Now make me a question.

-Oh... This is how will go? -Loki asked while Sigyn nodded -Okay. Why weren’t you at party when I found you?

-I was drunk and needed fresh air so I think it was my instinct to come here -Sigyn answered -Besides my parents never let me go anywhere beyond our house or garden so I spend the majority of my time in the garden.

-Ok, why you’re parents didn’t let you get out of your own home?

-Hey! -Sigyn said a little mad -It’s my time to ask a question!

-But I already asked you! -Said Loki confused.

-Then try when it’s YOUR turn -The blonde responded and then giggled -My turn, What do you like to do?

-Really!? -The raven haired yelled -That’s the question!? -With a malicious smile in her lips Sigyn nodded -Ugh!... I like to read, ride horses, practice magic and pass time with the most annoying blonde in the entire planet.

Sigyn had an expression filled with confusion until she got it -HEY!

Loki laughed at the expression she had in her face -Ok ok my turn, what’s your favorite flower?

-That really easy; Peonies specially the pink ones -She answered with a smile - Oh! and pink is my favorite colour too! -Loki got up and got close to a peony bush and took one out of it. The young prince got to Sigyn kneel in front of her and gave her the flower making her smile -It’s so beautiful, thanks!

-Like you -Loki complimented her making her blush.

Loki brought his face close to Sigyn’s. Their lips were at centimeters to be united but a yell made them separate -SIGYN! -It was Theoric’s voice. Sigyn eyes were already flooding with tears.

-Who is that? -Loki asked.

Sigyn shushed and made him hide against the tree. She dropped the peony and the daisies to the grass -I’m sorry but I need to go -The blonde whispered and in her tip toes gaved Loki a kiss on the cheek -It was nice to meet you -Sigyn got out of her hiding place -Theoric! I am so sorry, I was very entertained that I didn’t hear you.

-Well you’ll need to stop being entertained when we get married, you idiot -Theoric said -Now let’s go I have to bring you with your parents before midnight.

Sigyn followed Theoric while she hold the tears that were filling her eyes up. When they got to the carriage, Sigyn felt a wave of sadness come to her body while the carriage got away from the royal palace. She thought that the memories she made in that night with Loki would be only that memories and she was wrong. When the carriage got to her home, Theoric talked to her.

-Look will lie to our parents that we got to the palace, we ate, we danced, we walked through the beautiful gardens, etc. Ok? -Sigyn nodded.

Gerd and Yvette received Sigyn with a smile and gave a goodbye to Theoric. When they got inside the house Yvette send Sigyn to get a bath and get in to her nightwear something that wasn’t difficult for her. When Sigyn was ready to sleep, she saw through her window a black feathered raven with blue eyes that seemed familiar to her that later fled near to the gate of the garden. Sigyn checked if her parents were asleep to later sneak to the garden and go directly to the gate that from the far was hidden by the huge trees that were nearby so if her parents looked through the window they couldn’t see her .When she got to the gate she founded the flower crown she was making for Loki and later noticed a shadow at the other side of the gate.

Sigyn wasn’t dumb enough to know who it was -Loki? -She called while her heart was beating in a fast pace. The shadow revealed itself to be the young prince.

A smile was drawn in the blonde’s lips while in her eyes was a plenty of tears getting out beginning to pour in her cheeks -Oooh! my darling, did you missed me that much in that short time -Sigyn opened the gate and lunged herself to Loki so the two could be united in a passionate, soft and tasteful kiss. Loki broke away the union of his lips and the blonde’s so he could show the peony he gave to her -You left this, my love -Sigyn smiled and took the flower and sniffed it’s sweet fragrance -You know a peony it’s like you my darling.

 The blonde raised an eyebrow -How?

-It’s sweet, beautiful, delicate and soft, just like you...

[renee-writer]

Redemption Chapter 65 Wedding Day

Gabriella wakes up on 14th of February with her stomach full of butterflies and her hair full of rags. Jade had spent two hours the night before, putting her hair up in rag curls. When taken out, her hair will flow in curls, down her back, under her veil.

“My veil! Oh Lord, it is my wedding day.” She says softly to herself.

It is 7 am. The ceremony is at noon. Between now and then, she has to get herself and Evie ready. She and Eli are also planning to pray together before without actually seeing each other.

The hardest thing that they had to figure out, both logistically and emotionally about today, was who was to walk her down the aisle. They had finally decided on Paul. When John asks,’ Who gives this woman to be married to this man?’ he is to reply,’ Her church and sister do.’

She stands and stretches,” When I return to this room and bed, I won't be alone.” This thought sends a thrill of nervous anticipation through her. She grins and goes to wake up her baby sister.

“Sit still Evie Ruth.” Jade is brushing out her niece’s hair. They hadn’t curled it since it has it's own natural waves. It is to be brushed back, left hanging down her back, secured by a red ribbon that matches her dress. Her dress, designed by her and her Aunt Jade, hangs to the floor. It is a soft red, with ruffles and lace down it's entire length. The sleeves are half length and end in lace. It has a satin white ribbon around the middle to break up the red.

Jade's maid-of- honor dress is similarly made, with a little less lace and without the satin ribbon. It isn’t her style but today isn’t about her. Her hair is it's natural color today, a soft brown color, brushed flat.

“You are going to be a gorgeous flower girl.” Gabby says with a catch in her throat.

“Thanks. You will be a gorgeous bride too.”

“Yes. Let's get her hair down. Want to help?”

She does. She and Jade make short work of taking it down. “You are breathtaking Gabby and we haven’tgot your gown on yet.” Jade comments after getting the curls down and applying a minimal amount of make-up. “We need to head to the church so you can pray with Eli at ten.”

“Oh yes. Let's go.’

Gabriella heads straight to the bride's room while Jade takes Evie into the sanctuary to check that all is in place there.

Gabby, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that says, ‘ bride', gets ready to meet her groom. She knows he is dressed the same. The photographer will take pictures of the prayer. They will see each other but not today. Not one glimpse until she comes to him on Paul's arm.

But both believe it is important to continue to pray together especially today as they join themselves and their lives together.

“Gabby,” his soft voice comes from the other side of the door.

“I am here Eli.” She carefully open the door a crack, carefully keeping herself hidden behind the door. She just puts her hand through. She feels his strong, warm hand enfold over it.

“I love you Gabriella.”

“I love you Eli.”

He holds tight to her hand as he prays aloud for the day, for their marriage, for Evie as she spends the next four days with Jade, for their future children. It is a holy moment.

“I will see you in the sanctuary.” He tells her after the amen.

“Yes. I can't wait.” He kisses her hand and releases it.

“Ready for the gown?” Jade asks an hour later.

“Yes. Very ready.”

“Still an anxious girl.” Jade teases as she eases the gown over her head..

It is satin and lace. It falls below her feet with a train that flows a foot behind. The train is pure lace. It has full sleeves and the bodice ends in lace right below her neck. Lace encircles the waist. Roses made of delicate lace, encircle the skirt. They are Evie’s contribution to the design of the dress.

“Wow!” Evie exclaims when she sees her,” you are so beautiful Gabby.”

She smiles at her. She is quite beautiful in her flower girl dress. “Thanks Evie. So are you.”

“You both are. Do you want to go get the gifts Evie?”

“K.” she runs to the other side of the room.

“What gifts Jade? The dress is more then enough.”

“The dress is something new. You still need old, borrowed, and blue.” She explains as Evie hands her a bag.

“This is really not necessary.”

“Yes. It is. Something old. I found it in your mom's old jewelry box. I really think she would want you to wear it today.” She hands her, her mom's wedding ring.

“Oh Jade! I didn’t even think. It is perfect.” Freely crying, she thanks God for waterproof mascara.

“That's what maid-of-honors are for. Something blue and borrowed.” She hands her a handkerchief trimmed in blue lace.” I knew it would come in handy”

“You are so right. Where do I put it?” She asks after wiping tears off her face.

“Up the sleeve of your left arm.”

They get it placed and Gabby slips her mom's wedding ring on her right hand. “Oh. I've gifts for you also.” She hands them both small jewelry boxes. Each contain rings with rubies in the center.

“Oh Gabby! It is so pretty.” Evie places it on her finger.

“Yes. Very beautiful. Thank you Gabby.” Jade echoes.

“Thank you both for making this day so special.”

Jade places the veil on her head and she is ready. She gives Evie the basket of flowers. It has rose and daisy petals. She hands Gabby a bouquet that contains the same.

“Time to line up. Are you ready Gabby?”

“Yes. So very ready.”

“Good. Evie remember walk slow. Keep a hold of Mark's arm as you spread the flowers petals before and behind you.”

“I got it Aunt Jade. I love you Gabby.”

“I love you Evie.”

They meet up with Mark, Mike, and Paul. All wear white tuxes with red shirts.

“Okay. Mark take Evie’s arm. Very good. You two will go first. When you get to Eli and Brother John, Mark go to the right beside Eli. Evie to the left.”

Gabby realizes that her best friend is more nervous then she is. “It will be okay Jade.”

“I know. I just want it perfect for you.”

“It will be.”

From the other side of the door, they hear the music starts and Gabby's heart starts to beat in time to it.

“Evie and Mark. Slow remember.” Jade directs as she opens the doors and leads them out. Evie nods seriously as Mark escorts her down, holding a pillow with the wedding rings. They hear a collective ‘ awe!’ as they come into view.

“We are next. Follow after the count of five.” Jade reminds her as Mike takes her arm.

“I know. I love you Jade. Thanks.”

“I love you. You're welcome.” She and Mike follow the children.

“Are you nervous?” Paul asks.

“Not as nervous as Jade seems to be.”

He smiles. “I feel I should tell you something father like. Because I can’t do that, I will say that Eli loves you desperately. I have never seen him this happy. Y'all will be great together.”

“Thanks Paul.” The music changes to the wedding march. Gabby tightens her hand on Paul’s arm.

“Steady.” He whispers as he leads her down the aisle.

She lifts her eyes as they enter and meets Eli's at the end. They are full of awe. She feels the same at the sight of him in his blazing tux set off by the same red shirt the other guys wear. He also wears a white tie.

Paul leads her to him with a steady strong hand and a firm slow stride. The traditional hesitation steps seem to take forever. She moves slowly towards her future.

She sees out of the corner of her eyes, Jade and Evie and Mark and Mike. They all have smiles on their faces. She smiles back but her focus is on Eli. They finally make it to him. John smiles at her before asking,

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”

“Her church and sister do.” Paul answers placing her hand in Eli's. She hears a soft swell of awe behind them but it seems far away.

Evie's soft,” I do. I am her sister.” Brings a laugh to those close enough to hear but neither she nor Eli respond. John clears his throat and the laughter slowly stops. When it is quiet, he turns to the congregation.

“Dearly beloved.” He begins.

She and Eli had decided to do the traditional wedding vows. So they repeat,

“I Eli take you Gabriella.”

“I Gabriella take you Eli.”

“To have and to hold.”

“In sickness and health.”

“For as long as we both shall live.”

John explains the significance of the rings to the couple and congregation. They repeat the words that bind them as one, as they dlip them onto each others fingers. John them takes their hands and prays aloud for their marriage. He then turns them to face the congregation.

“I am pleased to introduce to you, for the first time, Reverend and Mrs. Eli Spencer. Eli, you may kiss your bride.”

He does with fierce joy. She vaguely hears the giggle of her sister. The slightly deeper laugh of the others. She hears John clear his throat. But, all these were of secondary importance. The most important thing was the feel of her husband’s lips on hers. Nothing else really existed.

John clears his throat again, a little loader. A reminder perhaps, that they are in church. This and the touch on their shoulders, finally penatrates their fog and they break apart to the cheers and whistles of their guests. Gabriella blushes a bit but Eli just grins, taking her hand and leading her out of the room. He stops in the hallway and pulls her back in his arms.

“My wife. How I love you.” He whispers before his lips claim hers again.

That is how Jade, Evie, and Mike find them moments later.

“Excuse me.” Jade softly says,” you two have reception to get to.”

“I told you they kiss good.” Evie says to Mark, who had joined them.

“Uh huh!” he is wide eyed. His father smiles and takes his hand.

“We will see you guys there.” He leads his son and Evie away, towards the fellowship hall.

“We should be joining them.” Jade tries again.

Eli lifts up and says,” Yes. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”

“That is a good point.” His wife agrees.

“Shall we go my wife.”

“Yes my husband.” Her smile is huge. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He takes her hand and leads her to their reception.

[superwolfiestar]

Satisfied (one shot)

"Okay okay! Everyone! Attention please!" Drake Marshall chirped, raising his champagne glass in the air. The loud clunk when the spoon hit the transparent glass echoed. Wide smile; everyone smiled back to him, listening with anticipation.

With a mic he was handed from the DJ he said out loud, atmosphere light with a hint of excitement, "Please welcome! The groomsmen! Panchito Pistoles and Jose Carioca!"

Everyone clapped and whistled when the Panchito and Jose walk to the empty dance floor. With both soft smiles Panchito accepted the mic from Drake with a glass of wine in their hands.

Panchito inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of cookies and delicious cake hit his beak, “A toast to the groom," Panchito said, raising the empty transparent glass that glistened. Donald gave him the iconic bunny smile; cheek reddened, he shyly nodded when all the guests looked to him.

Looking handsome with the black tux and a beautiful flower attached to his left pocket. Panchito never sees a man as handsome as he is tonight.

Jose let out a deep breath, he forced out a smile; he thanked himself for being a good actor at the time like this from College. His jaw flexed but changed before anyone can notice his uncomfortable expression.

"To the bride," Jose smile at Daisy as she given him a boxy grin, laughing happily and bowed politely to the guest of her wedding. She didn't mind the way Jose addressed him, the groom and the bride turned into tomatoes for a moment.

"From your best friends," ah, Panchito's fond gaze. Donald was his best friends, no one can replace him in their life. Both Jose and Panchito felt sick, they hate themself.

"Who is always by your side," Panchito kept looking at him like he was a god. The friend that always protect them that always provide them with a shelter. A perfect figure, just if Panchito know what's going inside his head. The rotten soul of his, the trust that will remain untold forever no matter what.

"To your union and the hope that you provide," Jose sang, his chest hurt like crazy. He was going insane, the pain was stabbing his heart. A pang inside his heart, he felt cold in the warm day. Even the sweetest wine will never cure the sourness inside him.

"May you always," They held their breath, they was going to say it, "Be satisfied."

The image suddenly flashed before their eyes, the image they wanted to erase from their memories. The scene they adores and despised so much. It rewinding by itself, out of two Caballeros control.

They remembered that night, they just might.

They remembered that night, the night they will regret for the rest of their days. The black spot that tainted their souls and creating a huge hole they can't cover up.

The night when those ladies came and tripping to get praises from them.

The dreamlike candle lights, the chandeliers, and a dream you can't quite place. The dazzling pictures of perfection, a night they will never forget.

They will never forget they both have a crush on Donald.

They has never been the same.

Intelligent eyes face full of hunger for something new.

Pure curiosity with a target to be the number one.

Passion clearly portrayed, eyes you wouldn't find in your everyday life.

When Donald said "Hi" they forgot their freakin' names.

The boy with an adorable duck smile, he set his fellow friend Caballeros heart aflame, he lights every corner of their heart. The fire that will never die, no amount of water can help their burning heart.

This wasn't a game. The two Caballeros knew they were head over the heels for the duck.

'Strike us, as a man who will never be satisfied' they said, Donald frowned. How arrogant the boy to talked impolitely to him; Donald wasn’t just a normal person in a huge luxury party.

He gave a murderous glare to them, hands clenched his wine glass, 'I'm sure you don't know what you mean, you forget yourself,' he blurted out coldly, smile so bitter like a glass of vodka.

The two Caballeros shook his head, chuckling softly, 'you're like us, Donald. we’ve never been satisfied,' for a moment, two Caballeros left Donald speechless. Nobody ever knows what's happening inside their mind. How the people around him always disappointing him, how he always yearning for something new and extraordinary. He alway have his bad luck in his way. He was greedy and he wanted more.

Satisfaction was something Donald never know, something unimaginable.

The duck swallowed, throat dry, he licked his plump lips before he said, 'Is that right?' his voice wavered, laced with excitement he never know existed. Thinking that his friends were just drunk or whatever. His lips trembled, he smiled too wide to the boy who grinned back to him.

Walking closer, two Caballeros was slightly taller than Donald. Even when they were taller, the Duck didn't flinch back; he was totally okay with Panchito and Jose intimidating aura. The duck gazed back at them with a firm face and shining eyes. Confident and full of determination.

'We have never been satisfied.'

Stepped back from them, his twin sister suddenly drag him with her, 'just you wait, just you wait!' They said as Donald was out of their sight.

Heart skipped a beat, their eyes sparkled. They covered their mouth to hold back a happy shout. This was what it felt to match wits.

The feeling of freedom, when someone is at your level! When someone understands what you want the most; when someone knows what you desire.

The urgency, the boat sailed together.

The urge to tell him more, to share what inside your soul and mind.

The conversation last three or maybe four minutes, Panchito and Jose wanted more of Donald Duck. They already missed the boy’s presence.

The way Donald averted his eyes and bit his own bottom lips, they found it to be adorable.

Panchito wanted to take that handsome boy to somewhere far away from this place. With no one but them, they was ready to do it actually. The pictures where them and Donald talk for hours, sharing their thoughts. Drinking while joking, performing the unbreakable relationship.

He was so ready until Jose suddenly grab him by the arm, Panchito look at him. Jose look seem to be heartbroken as he pointed his finger at something. Panchito look confused as he turned around and saw their Donald and he is-

Helpless.

And they knew he was-

Helpless.

And, his eyes were just-

Helpless.

Suddenly they realized that Donald was in love with a female duck, three fundamental truths at the exact same time. His eyes went blank, face stoic like a statue, everything turned grey. The world lost its color and Donald chuckled dryly.

Number one, He was a Duck in a world which his only job was to marry love, to bring happiness to him.

To build and keep his goal as strong as possible.

Keeping his dream at the bay, holding them together in this messy universe.

He was the youngest twin brother of Della Duck, the one who has a huge responsibility to take care of his sister. To keep her safe, to provide her with a comfortable shelter in McDuck Manor. A safe place from the cruel world, a replacement of their deceased parents.

He was the social Duck, the one that can steal people heart with just a simple smile. He was the one that can pull up his family and climb the dangerous cliff of social status.

Donald was penniless, he can't runaway from his responsibility and ditch everything so he can waste his precious time with them.

But that didn't mean they wants Donald any less.

Number two, the young girl was after him because he was a nephew of Scrooge McDuck. She needed Donald to get a high social status, she will use him to survive in the middle of the chaotic world. Donald’s name will boost up his status, the girl was too naive to put that aside. How stupid to be blinded by a simple smile.

Maybe that was why these two decided to introduce Daisy Duck to their dear friend, Donald.

Maybe that was why they walked calmly, searched for the face of Donald first love; the love of his life. Grabbed Daisy's hand easily, leading her across the room to Donald's place.

'Where are you taking me?'

'We’re about to change your life.'

'Then by all means, lead the way boys.'

They were smiling like a good friends. Didn't forget to give a teasing wink to them when they left both of them, they smiled proudly even when their heart shattered into pieces. Jose gave Donald a wave to assured the young man that he was doing great. Donald introduced himself, playing with his sailor hat while Daisy smile at him; they locked their gaze. Donald lost himself.

Now their precious crush is sitting beside his beloved wife.

Nice going, Panchito and Jose.

He was right.

Jose was right.

Donald will never be satisfied.

Number three, they knew their best friend like they knows their own mind. He knew everything about Donald like the back of his palm, he took care of the lovely duck throughout their adventure. He knew how Donald always play with his sailor hat if he is nervous or when he stutters in front of strangers.

He knew when a duck laughs; the young man's eyes always turn into a beautiful moon. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind like Donald. Donald is the rare person, the type of person that will jump and risk his own life for his family and friend, and a total stranger. The person who always find good inside every mammals being.

If they tells Daisy that they loved Donald, she was sure that she will silently resign. She will leave Panchito and Jose with Donald and the image where three of them kissing will come true but that's also mean the future where Daisy cries alone heartbroken will also come true. They will never forgive themselves if that happens.

Daisy is a nice woman but she will suffer and they don’t like seeing people suffer.

Daisy will say ' I'm fine ' with her kind smile, but Jose will notice the way Daisy hand clenched into a fist; how her eyes twitch because she is holding back the tears; She'd be lying.

When they fantasize at night, it's always Donald's eyes. The playful glint, full of passion and kindness at the same time. They drowned with the bitter-sweet memories while their beloved crush and Daisy cuddled on the couch or living room. Jose cried while the couple had a nice candlelight dinner. Panchito bit his lips until it bleed when they exchanged sweet kisses.

As they romanticized what would happen if they hadn't sized Donald up so quickly. They were glad they took Daisy to Donald because they never sees Donald so happy like that.

At least his dear Donald is his first love's husband.

At least they keep their eyes in their life.

Once again, Panchito and Jose were back to the reality. All guests were waiting for them to finish their short speech.

Huey raised his eyebrow, Dewey and Louie on the corner while Scrooge put down his wine glass.

Ah, they can hear their own heart breaking into pieces again even when it's already so broken to the point he believes it will stop working soon. He cleared his throat, looked down to his expensive shoes for a second and suddenly raised his face with a really wide grin on his face.

"A toast to the groom!" Jose shouted, gripping the mic as tightly as possible. All guests raised their glass together with them.

"To the bride!" Panchito announced, all of the wedding guest followed them and cheered for Donald and Daisy.

They left the empty dance floor, given the mic back to the DJ and let the waiter took his champagne glass. They took several long strides to the couple’s table.

With warm tears on the corner of their eyes, Donald cupped Panchito wet cheek.

"From your best friends,” Panchito said, eyes brimmed with tears; nobody knows the true meaning from those tears, thinking it was just a tears of joys. Even Donald himself wasn't sure.

"Who is always by your side," the way they voice cracked, his crooked fingers wiped Jose's sweet tears. He kissed the Donald forehead softly, he let out a shaky breath. Why all of this tasted so fucking bitter, his aching heart wanted to scream and shout out his pain.

"To your union and the hope that you provide," he opened his arms, welcoming Donald’s figure that trembled with happiness and Daisy for having a great friend and her utopia as his wife. Panchito can feel Jose’s hugged his waist, he hugged back as tightly.

"May you always," he whispered to the duck ear.

"To be satisfied."

They left the reception as Jose suddenly embraced Panchito, when his beloved friend cried against his broad shoulder; when he hiccuped and Panchito closed his eyes softly; drowning with his Jose sobs and the clapping sound was heard.

[“And I know.”]

[“He will be happy as her groom.”]

[“And we know he will never be satisfied.”]

It was their eyes that they saw the newlywed couple smiling to each other and kissing to each other.

["We will never be satisfied."]

[sofreakinmanyfandoms]

The Nice Guy - Part 6 of 6

And thus draws to a close the end of my first miniseries. Also, I’m proud of myself for this story. It was challenging and I did it anyway. (Also I’m now crying because I’m so very single.)

Word count: 1488

Warnings: Straight fluff. Might make you cry level fluffy.

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Two years later:

“Remind me again why I’m your man of honor?” Bucky asked, slurping his smoothie as the four of you waltzed into Brooklyn Nails & Spa. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. The dress makes my butt look fabulous.”

“Clint beat me to asking Nat,” you grinned, “and I’m not letting you two stand on the same side during the ceremony. You can walk down the aisle together instead and imagine what it’ll be like when you finally ask her to marry you.”

“I have asked,” he muttered. “She says she’s not ready yet.”

You were all whisked in for your appointments before you could follow up on that revelation. First came the mani-pedis in a pale purple shade that complimented the dresses. Next came the hair. You let everyone choose how they wanted it styled since everyone had different lengths, but you all still had purple daisies in your hair. Mari wore hers as a flower crown, Peggy had a low bun with the flowers tucked around it, you had yours twisted into a few braids in your half-up half-down style, and Bucky had them tucked behind his ear on the side where his hair was pulled back. When you were all finished, it was back to the hotel to change into your dresses.

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In the groomsmen’s suite at the hotel, Nat was trouncing Sam in Battlefield 4.

“Please tell me,” Sam pled while frantically trying to regain lost ground, “that Bucky isn’t actually wearing a dress.”

“I’m wearing a suit. He wants to wear a dress, he’ll wear a dress.”

Sam shook his head. “This is gonna be the weirdest –”

“Nat,” Clint asked, rushing into the room, “where’s my tie? I can’t find my tie.”

“It was on the same hanger as your suit,” she called back without looking. “Did you check the closet floor?”

“It’s right here,” Steve interjected, entering the room with the missing accessory slung over his arm. “It got wrinkled so I steamed it.”

“Thanks.” Clint relaxed and let Steve tie it around his neck. “It’s nice someone is helping me get ready.”

“You’re a big boy,” Nat told him. “You’ll be fine.”

“Fine, she says,” he muttered. “I’ve never been this nervous before in my life and all she can say is I’ll be fine.”

“You will be,” Steve assured him, resting a hand on the anxious man’s shoulder. “Trust me. She already said yes. Everything will be perfect and it’ll be the best day of your lives.”

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“Peggy, can you zip me up?” Bucky asked. “Mari is helping Y/N into her dress and I can’t reach.”

“Sure thing, big guy,” she laughed, making her way behind the privacy screen they’d set up for him. Once the dress was zipped up, she gave him a once-over. “You weren’t kidding when you said the dress makes your butt look fabulous. You are seriously working that thing.”

“Why, thank you,” Bucky preened, looking in the floor-length mirror they’d set up. “Think Nat’ll like it?”

“Of course she will. That is definitely your shade of purple.”

“How do I look?”

The two of them turned at your voice and gasped in unison.

“Y/N, you look stunning!” Mari gushed.

You blushed slightly and stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, smoothing your gown to make sure it was lying properly.

“Clint is going to love it,” Peggy cooed, adjusting your train.

“Now I just have to keep it nice until the ceremony’s over,” you snorted, but your eyes were definitely shining. “Maybe I just won’t eat anything until the reception.”

“I planned a way around that!” Bucky reached into the duffle he’d dubbed his “wedding day emergency kit” and pulled out a modified bedsheet. “It’ll cover your dress without wrinkling it so you won’t have to worry about crumbs. The mini sandwiches will be delivered in a few minutes. I am not letting you spend your wedding day hungry.”

“Aw, Bucky,” Peggy said with a smile, “you thought of everything.”

“That’s why I’m the man of honor,” he joked.

You rested your hand on his arm. “Seriously, Bucky, thank you. I’m so hungry already! I’d have starved for sure if I had to wait.”

He winked at you, but his smile was soft. “Gotta make your day perfect, sweetheart.”

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Clint fiddled with his tie nervously as he stood at the front of the room, praying to anyone listening that he wouldn’t pass out. The music started and his attention snapped to the back of the room.

Your friends came down the aisle arm in arm. There was some giggling from the kids in attendance when Bucky and Natasha came out, Bucky in his dress and Nat in her suit, and Clint smiled at them fondly.

Then the music changed, those in attendance stood, and there you were on your father’s arm, beaming at him and looking radiant in your dress. Natasha had to nudge him to remind him to breathe. You were stunning, and every part of Clint was still amazed that you loved him back.

Neither of you heard much of your own ceremony, focusing instead on each other’s eyes until Nat was passing Clint the rings and it was time for your vows. The two of you had agreed to blend tradition with writing your own vows, so he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read, looking up at you as often as he could without stumbling over his words.

“Y/N – I didn’t tell you I loved you; you figured it out. That moment will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life because the first thing you said when you did was, ‘Damn it.’” He paused as a low wave of laughter swept through the pews and you buried your face in your hands. “But it was okay, really, because I’d already convinced myself that we would never be together.

“Then you told me you wanted to give us a chance, and a few months later you told me you loved me back. Then, six months ago, you said yes.

“Every moment we have together, every time I hold your hand or see you smile or survive your morning breath,” another laugh, “is special because it’s better than I ever dreamed it could be and it’s more than I ever thought I would have. I’ll take whatever life throws at us and I’ll survive it because I have the amazing privilege of doing it with you by my side.

“And so I, Clinton Francis Barton, take you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will forsake all others and cling only to you, loving you as you are with all that I am for as long as we both shall live. With this ring as a symbol of that promise, I thee wed.”

Your heart overflowed as you looked into the eyes of the man who owned your heart and treasured it with care. It had been a hard road to get to where you were, but you considered it worth every moment to be standing here with him.

“Clint – I was oblivious, then terrified, then curious. You never asked for more from me than I was willing to give, and that made me want to give you everything. You’ve always treasured me above everything else, not as an idea but as I am, flaws and all, and I hope that one day I’ll be half as good at treasuring you back. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t know where I’d be without you.

“When you hold me, I feel safe. When you’re near me, I feel secure. When you look in my eyes, I feel like I’m home. I never want to be apart from you.

“And so I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take you, Clinton Francis Barton, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I will forsake all others and cling only to you, loving you as you are with all that I am for as long as we both shall live. With this ring as a symbol of that promise, I thee wed.”

“By the power invested in me,” the minister closed with a smile, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The bridal party whooped and cheered as Clint pulled you into his arms and the two of you kissed for the first time as man and wife. It was deep and passionate, and carried the promise the two of you shared: that you would love each other, as you were, always.

[xswestallen]

CinderIris: Chapter 7

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Chapter 1 

Archive of Our Own version

Just one day after the royal guard announced that it would be searching for the girl from the ball by having maidens try on the glass slipper, the Prince was informed they had found a girl whom the slipper fit.

Barry’s heart leapt from his chest. That meant his dream girl was on her way to the Palace right now. He apologized to his tutor and ran out of the lesson. He changed into his best suit, having to retie the tie a few times because his hands were shaking with anticipation.

One his way down to the entry hall, the Prince decided to go to the garden and pick flowers for his beloved. A reminder of their intimate conversation from that night in the garden and a classic romantic gesture. Barry couldn’t decide which flowers to bring her. Would she like daisies or would she like tulips? He thought about roses, but they seemed too cliche.

The Prince paced around the flower bed. A terrible but wonderful anxiety made even a simple choice like this feel impossible. None of the flowers were beautiful enough to be worthy of giving her. Then, a patch of irises caught his eye.

The flowers stood tall and proud. Pink, yellow, white, blue, but mostly purple in color, the irises were all unique and intricate. Barry picked his favorites among them and arrange a makeshift bouquet in his hands.

He went to the entry hall, feeling closer to destiny with each step he took. When the doors were in sight, Barry ran towards them. He stopped abruptly just in front of them. On the other side of the door was his love. The thought of seeing her again made his nerves tingle. He took a deep breath, telling himself to be charming.

One of the guards posted at the side of the door smiled, a rare deviation from their typical stone faced stare.

“Am I that desperate looking?” The Prince asked.

“By the way you look, Your Highness, it must be true love.”

Barry smiled.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Barry answered.

The guards opened the doors to the entry hall. The guard on the other side announced the Prince’s entrance. Barry wasn’t listening. His eyes widened as he looked over the people standing in the room.

Captain Singh and several other guards were there. A girl stood in the center of them. Barry’s eyes kept scanning, searching for the maiden who stole his heart.

But, she was not among them.

“Where is she?” Barry asked, rather rudely in hindsight.

The girl stepped forward and curtseyed.

Captain Singh held out his arms. “Your Royal Highness, may I present to you, Miss Patricia Spivot.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. Please, call me Patty.” The girl said.

Barry barely looked at her. He was still clinging to the hope that the girl would emerge from behind one of the guards.

An awkward silence fell. It was broken when Captain Singh cleared his throat.

The Prince finally greeted Miss Spivot, though ee forwent the common practice of kissing her hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Captain Singh continued the introduction. “Miss Spivot is the top of her class in the forensic science program at Royal University. She is also the daughter of a the great and fallen guard, Patrick Spivot. May he rest in peace.”

“Thank you for your father’s service.” Barry said to Patty.

She smiled. “Thank you, Your Highness. I hear you have an interest in forensics as well?”

“Yes.” Barry acknowledged, but he didn’t continue the conversation with Patty. He approached Captain Singh instead.

“Captain,” The Prince whispered. “This is not her!”

“Her foot fit the glass slipper.” Captain Singh informed him. “Are you sure this is not the girl from the ball?”

“Certain. She is too tall, too pale. Her hair is too light and too short. Her eyes aren’t as soft and warm.”

“We were instructed to bring any maiden whom the slipper fit to the Palace.”

“Thank you, Captain. But, it must be coincidence the slipper fit her. She’s not the one I’m looking for.” The Prince sighed.

“Seven is very common shoe size.”

“I know.” Barry admitted. “But, it’s all I have to go on.”

He turned to the girl called Patty. “I am so sorry, genuinely, Miss. But, I’m afraid-”

“I’m not the mystery girl you fell in love with.” Patty finished the sentence for him.

Barry looked at her apologetically.

“I understand.” Patty said.

“I sorry for the inconvenience of traveling here.”

“I should have known better than to come. Of course, I knew I wasn’t the girl you’re looking for. I just thought it might be nice to meet you.”

Patty curtseyed and turned to leave.

Barry felt like a terrible person. This nice girl came to see him, and he brushed her off. Even though she wasn’t the person he was looking for, she was still a person.

“Wait, Miss.” The Prince said, halting her. “I’d like you to have these.” He gave her the flowers.

Patty smiled. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”

“So are you.” Barry told her. “Patty, you are very pretty, and you must be quite brilliant too. It sounds as though we also have common interest. But………”

“I’m not her.” Patty said.

“You will be someone else’s her. A very lucky someone.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

The Prince took her hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “Call me Barry.”

Patty smiled somberly. “Goodbye, Barry.”

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“Iris! Iris!” Cecile repeated. She banged her hand on the bar. “Iris West!”

That snapped Iris out of her daydream. She was imaging what it would be like when she was brought to the Palace after having fit into the glass slipper. Trepidation was fading and Iris was starting to feel eager to try on the shoe.

She’d decided not to tell anyone that she was the mystery girl. For one, she wasn’t sure they’d believe. Another, she wanted to wait until the guard came to her cottage and requested she try on the slipper. It would take them a while to get there, as they’d have to fit every maiden in the most affluent parts of the Kingdom before making their way to the South side. Iris wanted to be sure that Barry would not change his mind about this endeavor to find her. She needed to know that he was serious, not just going after her because she was a mystery.

“I’m sorry, Cecile.” Iris said, coming back to reality. “What were you saying?”

“Honey, you’ve been drying that same flask for twenty minutes.”

“Oh….”

Cecile smirked. “Iris, what’s gotten into you? For the past three days you’ve been acting out of character. Head in the clouds and stars in your eyes.”

Iris shrugged. “I’ve been in a pleasant mood.”

“You’ve been walking on air since the ball.” Cecile noted.

“Which reminds me, I am so sorry about your daughter’s gown!” Iris apologized for the hundredth time.

Cecile put  finger over Iris’ lips. “Enough. It’s alright, dear. My daughter was never going to wear that dress again anyway. I’m glad you had a good time in it. And don’t you dare try to give me money. I will throw it back in your face. You work too hard for it, you keep it.”

“You’re too kind.”

Cecile patted herself on the back, making Iris laugh. She then took a long look at Iris, as if x-raying her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Iris asked.

“Your mood has been more than ‘pleasant’ recently. In fact, I think there’s only one thing that could have you so giddy.”

Iris raised an eyebrow. “What, pray tell, is that?”

“You’ve met someone!” Cecile said in a sing-song voice.

Iris bit her lip. Her cheeks were warm and her stomach did a slip. She felt shy, like a school girl asked about a crush.

“Oh, come on! Tell me about him!” Cecile pleaded.

Iris looked at the floor, Barry’s face swimming in her mind. The past few nights, she lay awake in bed, counting the freckles she remember on his face. The feeling just thinking of him gave Iris was overwhelming. She loved and hated it. He made her feel like she was flying and drowning in the ocean at the same time. Iris wasn’t sure if she wanted fawn over his memory in serenity or scream in desperation due to their distance.

“Please!” Cecile cried again. “You haven’t said anything about the ball. I’ve been dying to hear.

“It was a very nice ball.” Iris said.

“And?” Cecile urged her.

“And…… They have far too much food!”

“And?”

“And…… The orchestra was very talented.”

“And the Prince?”

“Oh, the Prince.” Iris whispered. She’d been avoiding the subject.

“Yes, the Prince!” Cecile insisted.

“Well, he’s tall.” Iris said, truthfully.

“Did you dance? Is he charming as they say?”

“I only danced two dances, both with the same man.” Iris reported, leaving out the detail that the man was the Prince.

“And him?” Cecile pried.

Iris’ heart swelled. “I’d never felt anything like being with him.”

Cecile sipped her drink and looked teasingly at Iris. “Mmmm.”

“I was so anxious when I’d first arrived. Breathless with a wild anticipation of adventure, excitement, and romance. I felt so out of place. I was seriously considering running home, when he asked me to dance.”

“Was he handsome?”

Iris giggled. “Really handsome.”

“I need details!”

“He was tall, very tall. His eyes a mixture of emerald green and soft blue. He was slim but in shape. His hair was dark and wavy. He looked good in his red suit.”

“Red? Bold choice.”

“The Palace was so extravagant, making me feel so humble in comparison. I didn’t recognize a face in the crowd of people. It was scary. But, when I was with him, he made me feel like... I was home.”

Cecile looked on Iris in awe, hanging onto her every word.

“That sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Iris asked.

Cecile put her hand on Iris’ shoulder. “That sounds like love.”

Iris felt embarrassed. She leaned over the bary to hug Cecile.

“Thank you for talking to me. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to tell someone about him until I started. Now, I don’t want to stop.”

“Of course.” Cecile said. “You can always talk to me.”

“I’m lucky to have someone like you in my life.” Iris said appreciatively.

“Iris, I know it may sound strange. Forgive me if I’m overstepping my bounds, but I feel a maternal connection to you. I don’t get to see my daughter as often as I like, so I take extra enjoyment out of spending time with you.”

Iris was touched. She had long looked up to Cecile as a maternal figure, since she lost her own mother at such a young age. “That means so much to me. I don’t remember much about her, but my father tells me how beautiful and kind she was. It reminds me of you.”

The women embraced again.

“I never knew your mother, but I think she would be proud of you. Any mother would.” Cecile said.

A tear escaped Iris’ eye. “Thank you.”

“And any mother would want you to be happy. To find true love and have your happily ever after.”

[darlingpetao3]

Right Here (Ed Stevens x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Girls’ Night Out gets a little crazy and your best friend Ed has to take you home.

~Gorgeous moodboard by metahuman-misadventures

Girls’ Night Out was a rare occasion with you and your friends, but whenever it finally happened, you ladies did it right. The best booth at The Smiling Goat, appetizers, and all the drinks. You’ve had maybe a few too many tonight, but so have your friends, and you rarely ever got to let loose anymore. In the middle of one of your stories, you overhear a friend of yours at the payphone near the restrooms.

“Ed, you’re going to need to come and pick up (Y/N)… She’s kind of drunk… Well, we all are…” Your friend sees you turn around at the sound of Ed’s name. “And she wants to tell you something very important.” Your eyes widen with fear and you jump up out of your chair, running to her, trying to reach around her pivoting body for the phone.

“Shhhhh!”

“Yes, world-shattering important. She’s in lo-” You finally smash your hand down on the hook switch as if you were a ninja in a past life.

“What the hell?” you yell at her.

“(Y/N), it’s been years. You have to tell Ed eventually!”

You make a face at your friend and thank your lucky stars she hadn’t finished her sentence. If she had told Ed, your best friend and number one crush for the past couple years, that you were in love with him, everything would be ruined. And that must never happen.

No matter how much you wanted him.

Why? Two words:

Carol. Vessey.

Even though she married Dennis, you knew Ed still had feelings for her. He would wallow in said feelings and come to you to get it all off his chest. Because that’s what best friends do. Even if it hurt that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him, you were always there for him. After all, it’s not like he could go to Carol anymore to talk. Dennis made sure of that, having moved himself and his new bride to Minneapolis for work (and far, far away from Ed).

You head back to your group of girlfriends and continue your gossip sesh. At one point, someone says something gut-bustingly hilarious and you can’t breathe from laughing so hard. You tumble out of the booth and your ass hits the ground. Everyone cackles even harder, you joining in with them. A tall shadow falls in front of you, so you tilt your head up and see the upside-down handsome face of your somewhat-secret crush. Ed wears a thin-lipped smile as if trying not to laugh at your current position.

“Looks like someone’s having a good time.”

Your table of friends whisper to each other then all say, “Oooooo!” You snap them an I’m going to kill you all look. Ed helps you up with an “Upsie Daisy!”

You revel in the way his arms hold you up and begin to walk you out of The Smiling Goat. Your friends see your dazed expression and call after you two.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)! Take extra good care of our girl, Ed!”

“Always!” he replies. “Goodnight, ladies.” He helps you into his car and actually does your seatbelt up for you.

“Ed, I think I could’ve done that myself.”

“Says the woman who was laughing and sitting on the floor of a bar a minute ago.”

You are not on your game well enough to spout a comeback. On the ride back to your place, he asks you his burning questions like, “How was Girls’ Night?” “What’s the hot gossip?” and “What was so darn funny that had you literally rolling in the aisles laughing?”

Once arrived at your home, Ed helps your unsteady self into the house and up the stairs to your room. You insist you could manage the simple task but then stumble into him, discrediting your claim. His hand rests on your lower back, guiding you slowly to your bedroom. Ed’s in my bedroom.

“So, a little birdie told me you have something important to tell me,” he says, helping you remove your jacket.

“I think this little birdie’s a liar.”

“Aw come on, really, what is it?” he asks seriously with his hand on your shoulder. “We tell each other everything. Can’t stop now!” Your head still feels fuzzy.

“Ed. Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed.”

He tries to stifle a laugh. “What?”

“Have you heard about the conspiracy?” you whisper.

“What conspiracy is that?” he whispers back.

“Chapstick.”

“Chapstick?”

“Chapstick. Yunno how you have to keep applying it constantly? The manufacturers put microscopic pieces of glass in it so it makes your lips chap more often. Then when you run out, you have to buy more.”

“Huh,” he says. “You’re either on to something… or you’re really drunk.”

“No, no, Ed, think about it.” You grip the sides of his arms as if to get him to seriously consider your theory. “Glass. In the Chapstick. Chapping. Your lips…” Your eyes fall to his mouth (which is curled into an amused smile) and linger there far longer than they should. And then, well, you can’t help yourself.

Stepping up to the balls of your feet, you kiss that ridiculously gorgeous mouth of his. It’s something you’ve wanted to do for so incredibly long and oh, they’re so soft against yours. Like a dream. A beautiful, beautiful dream you may have concocted in your head countless times before. It might be a combination of blood rushing to your head and having surpassed your alcohol limit, but you wobble in front of him and fall back on your bed. Your eyes close, taking you back to the dream world of kissing Ed Stevens.

The sun rays that interrupt your sleep the following morning are a rude awakening. The inside of your head sounds like a construction site. You need water and maybe some toast… First, you change out of your clothes from last night and into something comfier before heading downstairs. You hold onto the railing just in case you take a nasty fall in your weakened condition. Initially, you head straight for the kitchen for something to soothe your hangover, but a noise from your living room peeks your interest instead.

There, sprawled out on your couch, is Ed with his mouth open and snoring. It’s almost too cute to handle this early in the day.

“Ed?” He startles awake with a jolt. “What are you still doing here?”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I wanted to make sure you were feeling alright.”

“Um, yeah, I’m fine. You know, considering.” You point to your head with a small grimace.

“Do you remember everything from last night?” Oh no, you think you know where he’s going with this. The kiss. The freaking kiss. Oh crap.

“I… I um, it’s a little fuzzy- Hey do you want toast? I want toast. I’ll go make us toast.” You flee the scene fast yet as subtly as you can, but Ed’s close behind on your heels.

“(Y/N), you’re not telling me something,” he persists. You pop some bread into the toaster with your back to him, not ready to own up to your actions. “I know you remember what happened. I know you remember the kiss. (Y/N), look at me.”

The problem with Ed is that you’ll do anything he asks.

You try to form words to explain yourself, but find it physically impossible with getting lost in his big blue, searching eyes. This could ruin everything, but it could also maybe be the start of something else.

“Edward Jeremy Stevens, I am completely and hopelessly in love with you and have been for a long time. I know you’re my best friend and saying this could jeopardize our entire relationship and I know you’re still pining after Carol even though she’s married now and miles away, but I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.” You take a deep breath after getting everything out in the open. “I understand if you don’t want to be with me that way, but-”

Ed stops you mid-sentence with his mouth on yours. Oh my God, oh my God.

“You don’t know how happy this makes me,” he says with his winning smile.

“But what about Carol?”

“(Y/N), it’s been over half a year. I’ve moved on.”

“But then why haven’t you pursued me like you did her?”

“Because you’re precious. Not only as a person but to me. I didn’t want to risk what we had either.” Your heart is swelling so big right now. This does change everything – for the better. The toaster shoots out the pieces of bread, which makes you jump. You grin up at him.

“Toast?”

~

A/N: This whole story sprouted from me tipsily telling a friend (and me laughing on a kitchen floor) about the Chapstick conspiracy last week. Buzzed outline planning started immediately after. It just so happened that Ed was the first man that popped into my head for this story that night, so he deserves another story, the dreamy bastard. This was also originally called “Chapstick.”

[oneshotonebullet]

The Wedding dance (Castiel x Reader)

“Um…Cas?” He looked up from the book he was reading. “(Y/n)?” “Can I ask you something?” He shut the book after indenting the top corner of a page. “Of course. What’s going on?” You sighed. “My cousin Marisa is getting married this weekend.” He scrunched up his face. “Congratulations…but this has to do with me because….?” You gulped. You were actually going to ask, there wasn’t any backing out of it now. “I don’t have a date and I don’t want to go alone…” A smile planted itself on his lips. “I’ll be your date (y/n).” Your heart was pounding uncontrollably in your chest as you clapped in delight. “Great! Don’t worry, I’ll get you something to wear. Now, just let me measure you.” The weekend came faster than you’d expected. You weren’t nervous though, you were excited! Marisa was your best friend growing up. She still was! Then there was also the fact she was a hunter too. So basically this was going to be one of the safest weddings ever. There wasn’t any angel warding, you’d made sure to call her ahead of time and tell her. You knocked hard on the door to Cas’s room. “Cas, you ready to go?” You fumbled with the pentagram ring on your finger as the door opened. “Wow…(y/n). You look amazing.” You laughed. “Yeah? My makeup took almost an hour to get right. This dress was a bitch to fit into to.” You looked up with a large smile on your face before gasping. Cas had swept his hair back and had even put on a bright blue tie to match your dress. He’d done that part all on his own. “Y-you look great too.” It took a few hours to drive to the church the wedding was at but the both of you made it just in time. Castiel rushed beside you into a pew up front before the music started playing and the bridesmaids along with the rest of the wedding party headed slowly down the aisle. A cute little flower girl walked in front of them throwing daisy petals like a champ. Then came the groom. You were pretty sure his name was Jason. Jeremy? John? Honestly you were drunk off your ass when Marisa had called and told you she was getting married, so you mostly only remembered his name started with a J. He was handsome, you had to admit. But nothing like the angel you had a crush on. “(Y/n)? Are you alright?” Cas whispered in your ear as Marisa started down the aisle, her father’s ashes in her arms. He’d been killed by a demon when Marisa was twelve. You turned back to him with rosy cheeks and tears in your eyes. “I’m…..just so happy for her, that’s all.” Well, that was half of it. You’d also been thinking about Castiel doing some pretty romantic things to you. You put your hand on Cas’s knee. “Thanks for coming with me Cas.” “It’s not a problem (y/n), but maybe we should watch your cousin get married now.” You nodded and looked back to the preacher and where now Marisa and what’s his name were now staring into each other’s eyes as the preacher read from his bible. “We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” He paused. “Marriage is a solemn institution to be held in honor by all, it is the cornerstone of the family and of the community. It requires of those who undertake it a complete and unreserved giving of one’s self. It is not to be entered into lightly, as marriage is a sincere and mutual commitment to love one another. This commitment symbolizes the intimate sharing of two lives and still enhances the individuality of each of you.” He closed his book. “Now, I believe the two of you have prepared your vows. Marisa, why don’t we start with you.” Marisa wiped a hand at her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Jordan, ever since I met you back in New York my life’s been nothing less of complete. I hope we have many joyful years ahead of us.” Jordan! So that’s what his name was! Well, at least it started with a J. “Jordan.” “Before me today is the most beautiful woman I could have asked God to create. To think she agreed to marry a dumbass like me will always remain a mystery, but I’m prepared to face whatever life has to throw at us.” The preacher smiled. “Jordan, do you take this woman to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to her as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” “Marisa, do you take this man to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to him as long as you both shall live?” “I most certainly do.” Marisa giggled. “Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Jordan grabbed Marisa by the arm and swung her around before dipping her into a kiss. You cheered from the pews along with the rest of her family and friends. Castiel clapped. The reception was great. As was the food! But by the time the DJ started up the music you were ready to get out there and dance! A slow song came up and you grabbed Cas’s hand. “Come on Cas! Dance with me!” You’d also already had quite a few glasses of champagne. Cas almost tripped before righting himself and letting you instruct him on what to do. You put one of his hands on your back while you kept hold of the other one. You guided him through a waltz as the song continued on. You smiled up at him. “Isn’t this great, Cas?” He nodded. “Love is a powerful thing.” He suddenly took the lead. “Today made me realize something.” He dipped you much like Jordan had done to Marisa earlier. You laughed. “What did you realize, Cas?” You locked eyes. “That I can’t let you slip through my fingers.” He leaned closer. His breath washed over your face as your lips met. Your eyes widened at the sweet taste of honey that entered your mouth. “My father would be greatly disappointed in me if I did.” You ran a hand through his hair. “I would be too…” The song stopped but neither of you moved. Perhaps the next time the two of you danced like this it would be at your own wedding?

[fellkrieger123]

Satisfied

AN: I’ve been inspired by the Hamilton Broadway show recently. So enjoy my new little drabble~ Some lines were taken from the song and reworked. This is also unbeta’d, and written in span of about 10 minutes, so please forgive any errors! Inspired by the song: Satisfied

The wedding was small, tucked into a small corner of the Twelveswood. Only their closest family and relatives were invited. The Gods couldn’t have given them a better day; the breeze was cool, refreshing, the sun shining through the leaves, lighting up the area, sparkling around the bride and groom like stars.

The Groom cut a dashing figure, swathed in blues and yellows that matched the color of his eyes and the ring the glistened bright on his finger. The bride was stunning- she was always stunning, Raise thought, watching as the two gazed in each other’s eyes. But today, garbed in white with daisies braided into her hair <i>the color of fire and the sunset</i>, arms wrapped around the man she loved, she was ethereal. It almost hurt to look at her. So he didn’t.

He turned his gaze, gripping the glass of brandy tightly in his hands. It tasted sweet, of berries grown in the Twelveswood, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth as he sipped it. He couldn’t enjoy the delicious food or the good company, even though a large smile was painted on his face every time someone greeted him.

“Speech!” A hand slapped his shoulder and he turned his head. Raise lifted a hand, chuckling nervously, but the other’s had caught on, encouraging him. “Speech! Speech! Come on, you’re the Best man, give us a toast!”

The newlyweds had turned their attention and was looking at him. He burned under their gaze, standing, his smile still bright and wide even though he was breaking inside, as he raised his glass.

“To the bride and groom!” he called, waiting as the cheers died down at the sound of his voice. “To your union!” More cheers. He waited. “May you never want for anything in this life.” He lifted his glass to the groom. “Never forget that you have a brother who will always be by your side.” He could see his brother’s eyes mist at his words, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat.

He looked so happy. Raise smiled more. He was happy. Happy for his brother. For his new bride. His hand began to shake slightly, but he willed himself to calm down.

“May you always be satisfied.” The cheers filled the air as he tipped back his glass, feeling the sweet liquor burn as it slid down his throat. He sat down, twisting the now empty glass in his hands. How had this all gone so wrong and ended up so right?

He watched them twirl around the dance floor, laughing as the music took them away. They looked every bit like a fairy tale prince and princess finding their happy ever after. He gripped the glass and sat it on the table before he broke it.

He had seen her first. She was beautiful, standing in the market, her long red hair tied into a messy bun as she looked over a clipboard, emerald eyes narrowed in concentration. He couldn’t breathe as she turned, finally noticing him, smiling at him. A radiant, beautiful smile. He had never believed in love at first sight, but in the moment, his heart ached for her.

But then.. But then she met him. He saw the look his dear brother gave her, and he knew he had lost. He had only ever wanted what was best for him, and he knew- <i>he knew</i>- that if he asked him, had told him his feelings for her, he would have left them. He was a trusting, kind fool, one that Raise knew better than himself. He would have left them, and she would have been his. He would have been the one holding her right now, dancing the day away. He would have been the one she looked at, the only one she saw as he confessed his love for her.

And his brother would have been happy for them. But he wouldn’t have been happy himself.

So he left them. He watched them fall hopelessly in love, and he watched them walk down the aisle. A perfect couple. So happy. He was happy for them. He truly was. His brother was the best thing in his life, and he deserved more than anyone to be happy. To be loved.

Raise didn’t even notice someone refilling his glass. He could hardly hear the laughter and the cheering over the deafening beat of his heart. He stood, lifting his glass once more. “To the bride and the groom!” He called, and everyone cheered again, lifting their glasses in unison. The two kissed under the sparkling leaves, and he knew he had made the right choice.

“….. May you two never want for anything,” he said softly to himself, lowering the glass. He didn’t drink this time. “May you always be satisfied.”

He put the glass down, and without looking back, he left.

[notgonnarememberthis]

Isn’t She Lovely?

Boy oh boy this thing has been in the works since January! You can check old fics where I teased “a wedding that wasn’t Philinda’s”. It’s Fitzsimmons! Surprise! I figured we all needed a little fluff during this hiatus, FS especially. However I stay true to my colors hence why this is all in Phil’s POV. I hope you guys enjoy because this was so much fun to write. I may just post some aesthetics befitting this tomorrow but for now it’s nearly 3:30 a.m. and I am passing the fuck out.

Phil’s heart pounds harder than any over his missions he’s even been on. The ceremony will begin soon but he can already feel his heart stuttering in his chest already. None of them thought they’d ever make it to see this day. Today Jemma and Fitz would be married.

“Phil?” Melinda’s voice pulls him to the present. He’s been fumbling with his tie for god knows how long now. He hadn’t even heard her come in. She smiles softly walking up to him. She ties the damned thing with graceful ease, something her fingers over the floral pattern. All of the guys were issued the same outfit: black suits and floral ties with a flower tucked into the pocket matching the shade of their partner’s dress. His was glaringly white reminding him of who he was to walk down the aisle. “Relax.” Melinda smiles. “This is a good thing.”

Phil lets out a breath smiling slightly. He takes the time to absorb her own appearance. Melinda’s dress is a light cream color draping all the way to her feet. Ribbons cross her spine tying together the front elegantly while subtly showing off her physique. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thankful for the dress. Her hair loosely drapes her shoulders, curling around her chin to frame her face. The flowers balanced on her hair create a softness that directly contrasts her attitude. She’s beautiful...

“You’re staring.” Melinda jokes.

“Can you blame me?” He grins.

“Dork.” She scoffs.

“I’m your dork.” His cheeks are beginning to feel sore but he can’t help it. Melinda and him had been together for a year now. It’d take months after the LMD scenario before he could even look her in the eye, much less talk to her. Suddenly, one day she’d seized him by the tie and pressed her lips to his. He leans closer intending to brush his lips against hers when he heard the tell tale snap of a camera. “You know we hired a photographer for a reason.”

He lifts his head and sure enough Daisy is smiling widely, Kodak in hand. “Photographers don’t catch these moments do they?” Her hair was loose as well, cut in her now signature style at her chin. Purple and pink flowers hold back wayward curls from falling into her vision. Her dress was a soft pink loosely draping on her chest before fitting at her waist and dropping to hide her feet.

“Why do I have a feeling those dresses are meant to hide the fact that you two aren’t wearing heels?” Phil wonders aloud.

“A secret that we will never tell.” Daisy’s face grows solemn as she hands Melinda a single flower. A look of understanding falls on her face as she nods. The pink petals of the daffodil in Melinda’s fingers were meant to be symbolic. As were the soft pink hydrangea in Daisy’s. The whole idea had been Fitz’s after discovering he didn’t have many men to have as groomsmen. He remarked remembering a study on flowers. A daffodil means chivalry and new beginnings. Where Trip had died, life had taken place. The hydrangea meant heartfelt emotions and expressed gratitude, nothing could be more fitting in Lincoln’s place.

“It’s time.” Elena pops her head into the door before zipping off to tell the next person. Each of them line up with their respective partner. Elena and Mack, Melinda and Daisy each holding their single flower, so on and so forth until they reached Piper who stood place as flower girl. Through the crowd he spies Melinda and Daisy once more. Each of them incredibly solemn in their task. Melinda leans over pressing a kiss to the side of the younger girl’s head. The girl trembles slightly and he can just barely see as the lace their fingers together as a sign of support.

“Hey Coulson.” Jemma’s voice pulls him out this time. Her hair is done up in a braided updo complimented by a single purple carnation. The top of her dress is lace, extending all the way to be her arms. The bottom slides down to her feet.

“Don’t tell me you wore a long dress so you could avoid heels too.” Jemma’s eyes sparkle with hidden mirth.

“Nice try.” She jokes. She loops one arm in his, her hands coming together to a bouquet of pink and white carnations, the only exception being the two flowers in the center: a hydrangea and daffodil curled together in harmony. Each airing their own sign of respect towards the men who’d affected their lives.

“Ready?” He smiles.

“Ready.”

The wedding march croons throughout the church, curling around every crevice filling hearts normally so filled with dread with happiness instead. Jemma’s hand tightens on his arm. He sees her entire body tense out of the corner of his eye. He rests his hand over hers offering a gentle smile. She mouths a quick thank you and before they know it, it’s their turn. Soft pink petals decorate the floor beneath their feet. He takes in every detail trying to remember this serene day. Days like this were rare to come by. He locks eyes with Melinda and offers her a wide smile. His heart swells a bit as she smiles back. Not a small tight lipped smile, a true smile. He swears his heart stops for several beats. Elena has her arm linked with Daisy’s, whose tears run freely down her cheeks. As Phil reaches the end of the aisle he presses a kiss to the side of Jemma’s head.

“Thank you.” She whispers before he takes his place next to Mack. Even the large man himself is beginning to tear up. This was something none of them really thought that they could have. Nobody any thought they’d make it this far. In their line of work this was a luxury.

“We gathered you on this peaceful day to join this man and woman in matrimony.” Phil smiles slightly. Not a lot of them were religious believers in God. The priest had been respectable to Jemma and Fitz’s wishes and changed his speech to adjust so. Phil takes the time to look out to the crowd. There were empty spots there as well where people were meant to be. His gaze falls upon Melinda. God what he wouldn’t give to have this same moment with her. They’d waited long enough hadn’t they? Maybe they’d have a very small ceremony. Just their kids and a minister. His heart jumps at the thought of sliding a ring onto her finger. He knows she’d end up looping the thing onto a necklace and tucking it into her vest for safe keeping. All he needs to know is it’s there. That she is his. That he is hers. “If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.”

The church is eerily silent. Good. Phil didn’t want to have to hurt anyone today if they were to interrupt.

“Do you Leopold Fitz, take Jemma Simmons to be your partner in love and life; will you honor and cherish him as long as you both shall live?”

His voice catches in the back of his throat for a second, “I do.” He whispers so quietly that Phil almost misses it.

“Do you Jemma Simmons, take Leopold Fitz to be your partner in love and life; will you honor and cherish him as long as you both shall live?”

“I will.”

The minister smiles at the two of them. “The bride and groom have prepared some quick vows for each other.” He nods to Jemma first.

“Fitz,” she breathes, “I never thought we’d make it this far. It seems that merely yesterday I was hassling you into going onto the bus in the first place. I wanted adventure and all you wanted was to be by my side. It took me a while to realize I was in love with you. You persisted though. Through trauma, other dimensions, and even killer robots you never gave up on me. When I realized you were missing I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t think straight without you by my side to complete my sentences. Daisy…” Another deep breath. “She calmed me down. She told me out of everything she knew we were meant to be together. She’s so very right. You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Fitz swallows heavily taking Jemma’s hand in his for support. “Jemma, I still remember the first time I saw you. You argued every single point I made in biophysics class. We argued the most efficient equations to solve problems…” He laughs lightly. “I realized I loved you when you jumped out of the plane to save the rest of the team. I realized I couldn’t live without you when we were stuck in the bottom of the ocean. When you were trapped on the other planet I knew I didn’t want to spend another day without you by my side. Then in the Framework… You were dead. I had hardly even known you. It was a nightmare. I was an egotistical maniac. You prevented me from becoming that. You keep me grounded.”

The minister nods to Joey who’d been waiting idly to the side. He carries over the simple golden rings on a soft pillow offering a small smile to the two. He’d returned shortly after the LMD scenario. Now here he was, as the ring bearer of this wedding. Fitz takes Jemma’s ring first, his other hand catching her fingers gently.

“Report after me. I, say your name.”

“I, Leopold Fitz.”

“Take thee Jemma Simmons.”

“Takes thee Jemma Simmons.” The minister’s voice fades in Phil’s mind until it’s almost as if Fitz is speaking on his own. “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.” With that he slides the ring onto her finger.

“I, Jemma Simmons take thee Leopold Fitz to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.” Another ring slides onto another finger and just like that it was official.

“With that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Fitz leans in placing a soft kiss to her lips. Phil feels Mack nudge him with a soft laugh. He wipes his cheeks not realizing he’d shed a tear.

It was perfect.

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A tapping of a spoon on the glass pulls him from Melinda’s shoulder. Her fingers are laced in his beneath the table.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Daisy laughs placing her glass down. “A toast to the bride and groom. I’ve known you guys since I was a hacker who lived in the back of her bus who thought SHIELD was nothing but a couple of guys in suits and sunglasses who wiped your mind Men in Black style. You two gave me a chance though. Many actually. Fitz, you helped me through learning about my powers and how to deal with them. Jemma, you helped me after Lincoln passed away. She patched me up in the middle of an apartment I lured her to. The one they live in now actually.” She laughs. “Point is, I knew from the first day that you two were perfect together. For crying out loud we called you by a ship name!” A few younger agents laugh. Phil turns to Melinda and sure enough she looks just as confused as he is. What the hell does ships have to do with this? “Here’s to a happy life together. I can’t wait to be Aunt Daisy and spoil baby Fitzsimmons rotten.”

Mack is up next with his arm draped around Elena’s shoulders. “I remember when I was helping Fitz through his rehab after the incident. The first thing he was able to say without stuttering was Simmons. We’d bonded over engineering and I’d listen to stories from your guys’s Academy years. You’d have to be blind not to see the love between you two. I swear it was like ops with Bobbi and Hunter all over again with you two.” His eyes fall on the blonde couple hiding in the back of the reception hall. He knew they were there but they still had to be careful. “Couldn’t fool me for a second. A toast.” They all raise their glasses to the couple now taking a sip of the champagne.

“I do believe it’s your turn.” Melinda bumps shoulders with him lightly as the music starts up once more.

“What?”

“Father daughter dance.”

“I can’t.” Phil blushes. “I’m not-”

“Go.” Melinda’s unamused look forces him to move now. He makes his way over to the couple’s table offering a hand to Jemma. She smiles shyly taking his hand as he leads her into the middle of the floor. Her dress is shorter than the one she wore for the wedding, now barely draping past her knees. Stevie Wonder echoes through the room as they swirl around quietly. He swears at one point he can hear the snap of Daisy’s camera once again.

“I’m proud of both of you.” He mutters kissing the top of her hair.

“Coulson.” She whispers looking up at him.

“I am.” He smiles. “You were just kids when I brought you two in. Now look where we are.”

“Thank you.” She whispers as the song fades from Stevie Wonder to Elvis. He passes her to Fitz for their first dance as husband and wife. Melinda slides into her place in front of him.

“I thought you hated dancing.” Phil teases lightly as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Shut up.” Melinda mutters laying her head on his shoulder.

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“I don’t think my feet can take one more dance.” Phil groans walking over to where Melinda sat. A camera is placed in the middle of the table. “Don’t tell me she ran out of storage on that one.”

“Nope. That’s mine.” Melinda smirks shooting Phil’s eyebrows to his hairline. “You think I’d miss a shot of Mack doing the Hokey Pokey?”

“Fair enough.” He takes a spot beside her lacing their hands together. He watches the group of women from afar as Jemma tosses the bouquet into the crowd of women. “Shouldn’t you be out there.” Melinda shrugs laying her head on his shoulder.

“I think I’m good.” She smiles.

“I never thought we’d make it this far.” He whispers so only she can hear.

“Neither did I.” She sighs. “We’ve both died and now here we are watching…”

“Our kids.” He laughs. “Crazy.”

“Marry me.” She picks up her head with her sudden command.

“What?”

“I don’t want to wait another moment and take the chance that it might be our last.” She says. “I love you and you love me-”

“We’re a happy family?” Phil jokes earning him a punch in the arm. “Good thing you asked.” He says seriously pulling a ring from his pocket. “I’m no good at planning.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.” He grins stealing a kiss from her lips. “Will you marry me Lin?”

“Of course.” He slides his mother’s ring onto her finger. Now he knows his heart has stopped. Melinda has stolen the air from his lungs as she kisses him once again.

“So, when will we tell the team?”

“Later.” She promises. “Now, I just want this for you and me.” Her fingers trace the back of his hand their eyes falling on each of their kids. Fitzsimmons dance in the center, their foreheads pressed together so absolved in each other it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Daisy was dancing with a familiar looking man in a leather jacket. Elena and Mack were dancing with a little boy who looked suspiciously like Bobbi. “Let’s enjoy this moment.”

“Deal.”

[dreamycarat]

The Cardiothoracic Surgeon's Wife

Characters: Choi Seungcheol & Daisy Genre: slight angst Words: 2243 words Summary: Being married to a surgeon is also hard The marriage is just an impulse. Daisy has never thought that she would overcome the death of her parents with a marriage with Seungcheol. It is not planned thoroughly. Daisy just happens to be in front of the city hall when she is talking to Seungcheol on the phone and the idea just pops in her mind - to get married. On the next day, here they are, in the city hall, together with Seungcheol's parents, reciting their vows with eyes glued on each other. "Daisy," Seungcheol says with a small smile on his face, "I could promise to love you and cherish you. I could promise to always be there by your side every second of everyday. I could promise to always give you happiness and keep you from the tears. But I won't. Those vows are for optimistic couple. And I don't stand here, on our wedding way, being optimistic. I am not. I am not hopeful, I am sure…" Seungcheol takes a deep breath, "I am a cardiothoracic surgeon. I take out hearts, fix them and put them back together. I fix hearts. Thus, I know that you are my partner, my perfect match, my very own best friend and my heart. And on this day, I can promise you…" Seungcheol holds Daisy's hand. "Me." Daisy somehow forgets to breath. She is speechless. She is touched. However, the vow she remembered ten minutes ago just disappears. Poof. Nothing. "And the bride, you may-" Daisy doesn't hear anything. Her mind is busy trying to find some words to put into her new vow. "Daisy," Seungcheol calls. She blinks. "Um- I- I-" she stutters. She is doomed. "Slowly," Seungcheol calms her down, caressing the back of her palm. Daisy takes a really deep breath. "I am a scriptwriter," Daisy finally speaks, "I write scripts for dramas and movies. And I have written too many romantic dialogues that I always cring when I read them." Daisy doesn't like how casual she sounds. "Anyway, the point is, I forget my vow. And I don't know what to say, despite all the dialogues I have written. Because no words in this world could describe my happiness right now. And Seungcheol, I can assure you that you would never regret the decision to marry me. I can promise you my world." Daisy finally smiles. "And you may now kiss the bride." - Honeymoon never happens. Seungcheol is too busy working at the top hospital in the country. He doesn't want to take a leave for even a day because he insists that the hospital needs him. Daisy needs him too, she states. "I need to save lives, honey." Seungcheol gives her a peck on her forehead and leaves. - Seungcheol was a second-year resident when they first met in the hospital. He assisted the chief of cardiothoracic department to perform the Humpty Dumpty surgery on her father. Daisy was astonished when Seungcheol talked medicine to her. He sounded very professional, very smart too. And when her father died out of complications after the surgery, Seungcheol's soft apology killed her inside. She needed someone to blame but she couldn't blame him. He tried his best. "It's not your fault," he said, wrapping his strong arms around her fragile body. Her knees weakened and she was trembling so hard, trying to blink back her tears because her father wouldn't want her to cry over his death. "You can cry," he breathed, "I'm here. It's okay to cry." - Daisy sometimes wishes to tell Seungcheol how bored she really is at home with no one to talk to. But he is rarely home. She tries to go to the outside world and meet some new people but she fails immediately. Daisy is not a friendly person to begin with. She doesn't initiate the conversation, even with Seungcheol. She is awkward as heck. But the funny thing is, she is a scriptwriter. She has written scripts for more than 20 hit movies and dramas. But she is still awkward when it comes to meeting new people. How is that even possible? She doesn't even know. - Daisy now realizes that marriage doesn't really change anything. Even after their first anniversary, Seungcheol is still so busy. Daisy doesn't mind though, because she is also busy with her script for a new romantic drama. She has Park Haejin in her mind when she writes, because she honestly loves his acting. And he suits the main character as well. As for the heroin, she thinks of Yoon Eun Hye. But the thing is, the drama is about her. It is about a love story between a scriptwriter and a surgeon. And their marriage. SBC Production has already contacted her to discuss more about the drama. The director tells her that he likes her idea, saying that the storyline is refreshing. And she has already signed the contract to write a 20-episodes drama. "I signed the contract to write a drama with SBC," Daisy tells Seungcheol when he asks her how her day is. This has been going for a few days now, after Daisy told Seungcheol that she wanted them to have more conversations. Seungcheol felt bad after she finally confessed but she assured him that she understood his responsibility as a surgeon. "That's amazing," Seungcheol tries to exclaim. Daisy notices how his eyes shine for a little while before they dim under the light of their bedroom. She lets that slip, seeing how exhausted Seungcheol might have been after performing a 10-hours surgery on his patient. "I might have to go to the hospital early tomorrow," Seungcheol says, caressing Daisy's long hair. She nods. "Okay. Good night." Seungcheol closes his eyes and falls asleep in an instant. Daisy lays beside him and stared at his face, thinking and thinking of their days. She feels bored to be home alone at times, and Seungcheol has made it clear that he is a cardiothoracic surgeon, but- Daisy thinks her problem can be overcame with the presence of a baby. - Seungcheol once told Daisy before their marriage that he wanted to have four children - 3 sons and a daughter, to be exact. However, when Daisy tries to talk about having children with him, his face turns into a visible frown. "Now?" Daisy senses a hint of disapproval in his deep voice. Seungcheol puts away his laptop and sits beside his wife on the edge of the bed. "Why not? We get older every second, Seungcheol." Seungcheol lets out a heavy sigh. "We are both so busy, honey." Daisy wants to tell him that they can arrange their schedules and make time to take care of their kids later. She would stop writing scripts if she has to, but she knows better than Seungcheol doesn't want to hear any of it. Seungcheol has told her that he doesn't want to be the kind of husband who makes his wife stop doing what she loves. Thus, it is better for her to say nothing. "Okay." - Daisy's work is quite stressful these days. She is suddenly facing writer's block and she needs to finish the script fast. The director is not even helping when he calls every hour to know about her progress. He annoys her even more when he scolds her for writing so slow and being uneffective. Unprogressive. With Seungcheol being promoted as the head of cardiothoracic department, they spend lesser time together. They rarely talk now. They grow distant and distant since both are too focused on their respective work. They barely see each other now. When Seungcheol comes home at night, Daisy is away for the drama shooting. When she comes home, he is already at the hospital. Sometimes Seungcheol would call her during his free time, asking how the drama shooting is going on and such. But the calls only last for 5 minutes. As time passes by, the 5 minutes turn into 4. And lesser and lesser that, eventually, they just stop contacting each other. But they don't mind. Daisy's drama is a huge hit, starring Park Haejin and Im Yoona, since Yoon Eun Hye rejected the offer. On the other hand, Seungcheol is trying to print a 3D heart. They are at the peak of their career and they don't realize that it ruins their marriage. Literally. - Daisy is struggling to write the ending of the drama. Everyone wants a happy ending, obviously, but she doesn't. Somehow. In her eyes, a couple won't work out when they are too immersed into their work. They should learn to balance their precious time together. But at the same time, she doesn't want a sad ending as well. The drama is about her, anyway. She doesn't want an ending. However, she still hasn't talked to Seungcheol about their relationship. She wants to find a suitable time to discuss about them. She needs him to spare her some time. But, of course, a surgeon doesn't have any time to spare. He saves lives every minute. Daisy, however, still hopes that he would spend some time to talk about them. When Seungcheol comes home late at night, Daisy tries to start a conversation, a normal one about how his day is, before she eventually talks about their relationship. But all he says is, "I'm tired." She says nothing, only nods because every time Seungcheol lays on the bed, he automatically shuts down. It is as if he hasn't been sleeping in days. He is that exhausted. It is not his fault, literally, because she signs up for this. - The director's face screams amusement - in a sarcastic way - when Daisy comes to him to seek for his idea. They are seated in a small cafe near the SBC building, with a cup of coffee in their hands, discussing about the drama. The director fakes a chuckle before saying that she should surprise him with the ending - it's her story, anyway. He doesn't want a happy ending, but he clearly opposes a sad ending. "Can we not have an ending?" "Even better!" The director exclaims sarcastically before rolling his small eyes. Daisy sighs. To be frank, Daisy feels as if her mind is going to explode. And the man with wrinkles all over his face is not even helping her to get through the hardest part of writing a script when he hints the birds. "Why birds?" Daisy asks, furrowing her straight eyebrows. The older man sips on his black coffee before looking at the blue sky. "Free as heck." - It takes Daisy long enough to solve the puzzle. She now knows about the freedom the director means. And so, here she is, outside of her house with a luggage in her right hand and a phone in her other hand, calling her husband. "Yes, honey?" The voice brings her down the memory lane, when she first met him. It reminds her of the amazement she felt when he spoke medicine to her, which he doesn't, anymore. "Are you going to say something or-" Daisy is too immersed in her thoughts to hear anything. "Honey?" Daisy never gets to tell him how she loves it when he calls her. "I have a surgery in ten minutes. What is it?" He always has surgeries, she scoffs in her head. "I'm moving on," Daisy finally says. Seungcheol seems to be pausing, because he hasn't said anything. She only hears a heavy exhale over the phone. "What do you mean?" "I- I'm not- I'm not happy with our marriage," she stutters. She doesn't like how her whole body is trembling because it makes her sound weak. She is going to end her relationship with the only person she has in this world and she cannot seem weak. "You are rarely home. We don't talk anymore. We are literally strangers now, Seungcheol. We are only married on a piece of paper. And that is depressingly sad. Because you are my person..." Daisy has to pause. Her sobs are getting in her way. "I only have you now. But you're not here. You promised me you when we got married. But where were you when I needed you? I want to have a decent conversation with you every day, asking how your day is. I want you to talk medicine to me. I want to look at your shining eyes when you tell me about the surgeries you have performed..." Daisy sobs, "I want you to love me more than you love surgeries." "Honey-" "But you don't. You choose surgeries over me. You only married me because you can't marry surgeries legally. But it's fine, Seungcheol, because I love you. I love you so much." And she hangs up. Because if she lets him talk, she's afraid she'll stay and spend her lifetime in the big house alone. The thought scares the hell out of her. Before she leaves, she puts a bouquet of sweet pea on what it seems to be their bed. Then, she puts a bouquet of yellow sweetbrier before the front door. This is because she doesn't get to tell him those painful things. You see, each flower has its own meaning. Sweet pea means 'goodbye and thank you for the lovely time'. Yellow sweetbrier, on the other hand, means 'let us forget'. Daisy takes a good look at the house one last time. Yeah, she's going to be fine.