#Promise Engagement rings

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[couldreallyeatawholecakerightnow]

Did not realize polls were timed...no wonder y'all be asking for rebogs

Anyway tell me about ur jewelry in the tags if u wanna!!

[themissinggoldfish]

🌱🏛️ Our silent promise

[something’s changed in the year the traveler was away]

[nightmarereverie]

San Francisco Music Box Company, “Promise Of Love” Music Box

[vellichorsdesire]

lol thought of f/o trying to get your ring size… either being the most discreet about it and extensively thinking of ways to go about doing so, or failing immediately though they’ve thought of a ‘foolproof’ plan

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[ayanominitrash]

ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ? Gojo x reader

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“What is this? ”

You hold up the thin silver ring Gojo-sama tossed into your hand. It shines as you twist and turn it to inspect the minimalist lines engraved on its outer ring. It didn’t have any diamonds or stones, but it was still pretty.

The two of you stand in the hallways of Jujutsu High Tokyo Branch, just near the training grounds. It was a quiet trip to the fields to check on the other students up until this point. You raise an eyebrow in question at the tall man with the white bandages for a blindfold, but he only gives you a small smile. With that, you decide to ask him again.

“Did you steal this on one of your missions or something? ”

With that, his faint smile disappears into a disappointed frown. He puts his hands in his pocket. “Who do you think I am? Of course I bought that for you.”

You shoot him a scandalized look while gripping the ring in your fist. ”What the hell is this for? ”

You are genuinely confused at his sudden gift—or whatever this is—that you couldn’t give yourself time to blush at the implication the ring brought. The two of you have known each other since high school, with him being a year above you, but you only interacted with him after he graduated first, when the two of you would go on occasional missions together.

You’d think you’d consider yourselves acquaintances.

“I’ve been thinking." He finally speaks, breaking your thought process. “Even though I am the strongest sorcerer, it’s generally known that sorcerers don’t live that long. Whether it’s from a battle or just natural causes, who knows why? But that’s just how it has been. So, I’m thinking… With the little time I’d have left, I’d like to marry you soon.”

You sputter and stagger back a bit. You can feel your whole face burn bright red. "What are you talking about? Is this one of your insufferable jokes? It’s not funny.”

“I’m serious.”

The tone in his voice sounds final, and he doesn’t have a smile on his face. You try hard to read his expression despite his blindfold—to see if there are any giveaway signs he’d start laughing or make fun of you after a few seconds.

There weren't any.

Realizing this, you try to fix your composure and open your palm to look at the ring. "So, are you asking what I think you’re asking?"

“Consider this more of a promise.” He leans his back against the wooden walls of the hallway, the sun's rays bathing him in radiant light. “Hang on to that for me, will you? And when you’ve thought about it—about us—come to me. But don’t make me wait too long, of course.”

You’re silent, still staring at the ring. Then, “Why me? ”

“Hm?”

“Why me? We aren’t even dating, let alone ‘that close’ for you to even ask me this, to give me this.”

“I've liked you since high school; did you not know that? ”

You gape at him, blushing, “No! We barely even talked back then. I didn’t. . I wouldn’t even imagine. . .”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to accept my feelings,” Gojo-sama reaches a hand out towards you. “You can give that back to me. No hard feelings."

You look up at him, and he just has that same faint smile on his lips, waiting for you to hand the ring over to him. Damn, you wish you could see his eyes to make it easier for you to read him.

You have eyes yourself, and you’d be lying if you said that this tall man before you was unattractive. or that you hadn’t had a crush on him at some point in your life. But he seemed so far away and way out of your league that you didn’t give in to your delusions about the thought that you could date him.

So you close your hand, containing the ring, back into a fist, retracting your arm closer to your chest, shyly looking away from him.

Gojo-sama quietly chuckles and puts his hand back into his pocket. “That settles it then, y/n.”

At the sound of him saying your name, you can only blush harder. He pats the top of your head. ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ reblogs and comments are appreciated//do not repost my work anywhere // This was supposed to be part of a series I was planning on doing but of course, I never got around writing it. Maybe I'll post a mini version.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

If Suguru had a childhood friend, do you think he would give them a promise ring like Rika did with Yuta?

OOOOOH 👀👀👀👀👀 anon this is such a tasty question ….. i’ve said this before but sugu w the childhood friends trope is like . my favorite thing Ever. so i have many thoughts hehe >:3

hmmmm honestly . i think it kinda … depends….. like i could totally see him being a promise ring guy, but i also picture his childhood besties to lovers arc as being a big slowburn !!! so. i just feel like he wouldn’t reveal his feelings as early as yuuta did w rika, yk? i can picture him being more like your protector when you’re children, watching over you and tending to you …. and i think that stays the same as you grow older. he’s a patient man so i don’t think he’d feel the need to confess right away!! giving you a promise ring feels a little too direct somehow…? 🤔 then AGAIN i’m very self-indulgent and i like my childhood friends romances to be as full of pining and longing as possible LMAO

like . in a way it’s possessive . and that’s kinda sugu. but maybe i see that more as an older suguru thing? i could see him giving you a promise ring when you’re fresh out of high school bc he just. wants you to know he’s there when you’re ready. he wants you to know how deep his devotion runs. but when you’re kids i think it’s more likely that you make a promise w him under a starry sky or smth 😭 the trope where you promise to marry each other if you haven’t found someone else in 20 years. or something. i feel like you would promise each other that and he would never forget it.

SOOO basically i guess what i’m trying to say is….. suguru would 100% give you a promise ring, but probably not when you’re children. i think he very much views you as His Person tho 😭😭 in a very tender midly possessive way !!!

[cupiidzbow]

that one post asking what ring they would propose to you with….. i actually have a whole thing of how it would play out ( im normal )

[thereaderarchive]

Birthday promises, part 2.

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: changes (may'23) | words: 278 | read part 1 HERE.

"You haven't said it," Harry says when they finally arrive home, feeling petulant. It's close to midnight, and they haven't seen each other all day. Even Midge from the cafeteria remembered his birthday.

"Hey, Potter," Draco says, hugging him from behind, placing his head on Harry's shoulder. "Would you marry me?" He whispers in Harry's ear, sending a shiver running down his body. He turns in Draco's arms, mouth open wide in surprise. Draco waits with a practised pleasant smile, but Harry knows him too well. There is something in his eyes… fear, maybe?

Of what? They've been together for over a decade. A month after Malfoy's birthday- oh.

"Oh. You're asking."

"I'm asking," Draco says, burying his nose in Harry's neck, his mouth warm leaving a soft kiss there. "I promised, didn't I?"

Harry remembers that day, from a time when he didn't know if Draco had a job (he had, as a broom designer at the time or, as Pansy called it, harassing the Nimbus' owners with doodles until he got an entry job as a carpenter for a few years); or if he was drunk (he was).

"Would you give me an answer sometime this century?" He asks, still hiding in Harry's neck. He's nervous, Harry notices.

"Yes. I'll marry you. Of course, I do. I do." Harry says, kissing Draco's face. Draco squeezes him harder before stepping back, going down on one knee and taking a little box from his pocket. Harry knows Draco handcrafted the wood ring himself.

"It's beautiful." Not only that, it feels… magical when it touches Harry's skin. "What type of wood is it? Seems familiar."

"Hawthorn. Happy birthday, Harry."

A little something for the other birthday boy.

[silencedrowns]

looking through old tumblr posts and came across a mention of “my fiance” and boy if I didn’t already have a migraine…….

leaving that asshole was the best decision I’ve ever made and it’s honestly tempting to nuke my entire tumblr backlog in order to delete pics of me with the world’s shittiest engagement ring 🤣

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

FNK WEEK: day 4- promise

they're preparing for their honeymoon trip!!

studio au belongs to @zu-is-here

fem versions are made by me

fnk week is hosted by @help-im-a-gay-fish

[lunar-years]

oh, ”Stay awake.” for the prompt list if you want?

uhhhh. Undoubtedly this was not the fic fill you were expecting for this prompt. i used it very loosely and I am truly sorry for this result...something consumed me.

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Roy sits on the balcony of his posh fucking rental, staring out at Marbella’s shore. He’s got private beach access here, a boardwalk that leads to the sand and then down to the swirling deep blue, where a person can float and maybe, if they're lucky, forget themselves for a while in its depths. But the waves are too high to swim today, and anyway, it’s getting dark now. 

Beneath him, there’s a massive pool he could swim in instead, if he wanted. Dive in and spend a moment breathless beneath the water. It might do him good, that chance to briefly cut off the oxygen, to move around for a bit underwater, then feel the relief of the first lungful of air when he breaks back up through the surface. He’d do it, if he wasn’t feeling so fucking…stuck. Stuck to this chair, stuck to his stupid life. In need of permanent fissure, that's him. If he could only force himself to walk down to the pool, he thinks, and not look back. Maybe he could drown himself in it, and make it look like an accident. 

He's twirling an engagement ring around in his right hand that's meant to be on Keeley’s ring finger. 

The diamond is light pink and oval and massive, set into two narrow, curved bands of smaller yet still brilliant diamonds. It’s fucking perfect for Keeley. Showy, but not grotesquely so. Colourful and chic. Fun. Roy had it custom made for her. Let the jewelry consultant talk his ear off about settings and carats, then signed his name on the dotted line for the most expensive options on the list. 

Fuck, he’d even showed it off to Rebecca, weeks and weeks ago, before he booked this trip. How fucking embarrassing was that? He’d only just gotten it in from the jeweler, the rock freshly nestled in its deep red velvet box. His boss cooed over it convincingly and agreed that yes, it looked just the ring for Keeley, and yes, the subtle pink hue was awfully inspired, and yes, Keeley would undoubtedly love it. Roy had left her office feeling rather proud of himself, totally oblivious to what she’d probably been trying to tell him between the lines, given the way her eyes went all narrow and her forehead pinched tight right after he’d told her where he was planning to propose, and when. The extravagant trip he envisioned that would end with him down on one knee. 

Rebecca had blinked at him and clucked, with a smile like plastic, Wow. Well, I imagine that will come as quite the surprise! Which at the time felt like praise for his careful planning skills and in hindsight seems more like her small way of warning him. Like she’d known all along Keeley was going to say no. 

Had everyone? Roy had only told Rebecca and his sister about the ring, but maybe everyone else had guessed it, or assumed it was coming. Assumed, possibly, how it would end, because who in their right mind would want to marry him? He was just the sort to do something this pathetic, to propose in a last ditch attempt to save what was already broken. Maybe they all saw it. He swallows down the rising, unpleasant rush of bile in his throat and thinks back to Keeley spreading stories about him around work, how clingy he was and how needy and how he never left her alone. So this wouldn’t be the first time everyone else knew more about his relationship than he did. 

For one fleeting, wild moment, he envisions himself flinging the ring right off this balcony and watching it make its way, impossibly, all the way out to the sea. Gets brief satisfaction at the thought of the ocean swallowing it whole, entrapping it below the waves where he never has to think about it, or look at it, ever again. In his hand, the ring stills its incessant twirling and Roy crushes it under his fingers instead, pressing it so hard against his skin he’s sure it’s going to leave a mark on his palm, and hopes, ludicrously, that it will somehow be permanent. A reminder.

Behind him, inside the villa, Keeley’s asleep on the bed he had covered in rose petals while they were at dinner. Roy thinks he might stay up all night, sitting out here as it gets too dark to see the water below, just to avoid the awkwardness of joining her. Or is he meant to sleep in one of the guest rooms? What, exactly, is the protocol for when your girlfriend turns down your proposal but tells you she does in fact still want to be with you, marriage conversation aside? He’s the only person he knows that that’s happened to; he hasn’t even read about it books.

Roy’s spent the past three weeks alone here, missing her terribly. Has he now ruined their one glorious weekend together on the first night, before it’s even properly begun?

She’d flown in just that morning. Roy took a car to the airport to meet her, feeling jittery and excited in equal measure, happier than he’s felt for days. It had been a long fucking three weeks on his own, hardly able to find time to even FaceTime with her, what with how busy she was with her new firm. The whole time, her parting words before he left her for sunny Spain—You never know, maybe the time apart will do both of us good, babe—looped through his mind on constant repeat, curdling in his gut like sour milk. 

Realistically, he knows they’ve been on two separate trajectories for a whole now, like rockets shooting off to two different edges of space, nothing but gulf and galaxies between. This weekend was meant to be their way back to one another, the anticipated culmination of their big compromise: Roy would still go to Marbella, alone, and Keeley would make the time to come join him halfway through, just for the few days she could manage with her new job. 

His original proposal plan, the one he told to Rebecca involving a gorgeously romantic six-week couples retreat, had gone out the window the moment she’d turned this trip down, but even so, he’d adjusted it accordingly. Fitted his plans around hers, because that’s what suitable, well-adjusted couples did, wasn’t it? Convinced himself he could be flexible. Convinced himself he could wait. It just needed to happen, he just needed to present her with this ring, and she just needed to slip it onto her finger and say yes—and everything that felt wrong would be fixed. 

He’s a fucking idiot. 

He should have seen this coming. Even their reunion had felt off. She’d stepped through the baggage claim pulling her cheetah-print suitcase behind her, and subsequentially dropping it at the sight of him in order to run over and leap grandly into his arms. When they kissed, it felt just as good as it always did, like puzzle pieces sliding into place, soothing over the open wound inside of him he hadn’t quite realized he’d been nursing, all this time. But the wound didn’t close just because she was there. As soon as she stepped away again, retracing her steps back to retrieve her suitcase, the gulf only seemed to widen. 

So then he'd taken her back to the villa, carrying on about the itinerary he’d spent the first half of his time here perfecting. He’d show her around the place first, give her time to get settled, and after that they’d still have plenty of time to get ready for dinner. He’d booked a private dinner on the water. A romantic, candlelit feast of seafood and drinks and dessert, after which he’d just go for it. He had what he wanted to say all lined up in his head: I love you Keeley. I want to spend forever with you. Then back to their room, which by then would be decked floor to ceiling with rose petals and heart balloons and champagne, ready for their exuberant return.

The first part went even better than planned. As soon as they made it through the front door, Keeley pounced on him, locking her fingers against his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer with all the hunger and passion and desperation they’d had in the beginning; that thing he’d been chasing for months. Passion got pushed aside when there were emails to check and businesses to run. Sex became a bit of a chore, maybe. But not now. Not anymore.

She let him carry her bridal-style to the master suite, setting her reverently down in the king-sized bed, stripping her adoringly, in between frantic kisses. They fucked hurriedly, Keeley’s suitcase abandoned in the entranceway and all thoughts of unpacking and giving a tour through the house abandoned with it. Then they fucked again, with much less haste. Like they’d finally managed to convince themselves the moment wasn’t about to be ripped away from them and were now letting themselves enjoy the thing proper. She was here now. It was all going to be fine. 

After, though. Lying tangled up in the sheets, sweaty and naked and satisfied, Roy said something innocuous about getting up in time for a long shower together before they had to ready themselves for dinner, and the mood in the air shifted. Keeley frowned, “Oh I don’t know babe. Can you still cancel it? It’s just…” she exhaled and flopped her head back onto the pillows, hair splaying everywhere, “I am so fucking tired. That plane was an absolute misery, there was loads of turbulence and this one crying baby who I seriously think might have been possessed by some sort of crying demon, and…God, it really was awful. Also, before I left I had a meeting with my new employees. They hate me, Roy, I really think they hate me. How am I supposed to run a firm if all of my employees hate me?”

She stopped just long enough to breathe, or maybe she’d caught the look on his face. “Sorry, I know I swore not to talk about work on this trip.” A quick peck of her lips to his cheek, a little plea for forgiveness. It felt cold. “Just us for the rest of the weekend, I promise. So…dinner. What if we order in, just for tonight? We’ll spend the whole evening in bed, it’ll be fantastic. We can take a lazy nap, and then eat whenever we wake up, fuck again, midnight skinny dip in that fucking amazing pool out back—"

Of course she didn’t know about the candles and rose petals and the ring burning a hole in the safe deposit box in the closet, but Roy still stiffened. “No, we can't nap. We have to stay awake,” he bit out quickly. “We have to go to dinner. It’s already set up.” 

Keeley kept talking mindlessly, even as Roy’s brain seemed to be burrowing itself in the sand, taking his sanity with it. “Well can’t you just call and postpone it? We can do the fancy dinner tomorrow, babe, once I’m more rested.” She was smiling. Her face seemed to say, this isn’t a big deal, babe. 

But it was. Because Roy didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. He loved her today. He wanted this to happen today. The room felt unstable, like the bed was spinning in the opposite direction of the walls. It felt like something was slipping from him that he couldn’t name, even now. He was desperately trying to grasp at it with too-slick fingers even as it evaded his hold. “It has to be tonight, Keeley. There’s a different dinner planned tomorrow,” he snapped. 

She stared at him in alarm. 

“I have different dinners planned all weekend. I’ve put a lot of time into making this fucking—nice for you. For us. I’ve had a lot of time to put it together, since I’ve been here all the fuck alone.” It was much harsher than he'd intended, but he couldn’t take it back once he'd said it, and he didn't try to. The thing he was trying to save dipped further from his grasp. Keeley’s mouth snapped shut. The words hung in the air between them, heavy in the silence. 

“Fine,” Keeley snapped back, eventually. Even her voice sounded more tired than angry, and the guilt gnawed at his chest. “Heaven forbid I want to relax on my bloody holiday. We’ll do it your way, then.” Then she rolled off the bed, shoving aside the sheets as she untangled them from her form, then angrily stomping towards the ensuite. 

He made to get up and go after her, but she looked back at him with steely eyes, stopping him in his tracks. “I’m showering, Roy. Alone.” 

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Of course it went terribly, after that. How could it not? He should have called the whole thing off, should have agreed to lounge around and eat takeaway in bed and do nothing but fuck in the pool. He should have forgotten about the ring for the evening. 

(He doesn’t think it would have made any difference. That’s almost the worst part.)

At dinner, the tension between them dissipated on the crests of bottomless cocktails and conversation. On laughter. Keeley looked fucking incredible in a flowery sundress. The food was divine. And the first thing they did was apologize for biting one another’s heads off, agreed that it had just been a long day. A mutual peace offering. Roy fingered the ring in his pocket until the time came to sink to his knee. 

When he did, her face shattered. Not in the way he’d wanted it too, the way he’d pictured. Not the kind of shattered that happens when the joy gets so full it could burst. No, this was the same kind of shattered way she’d looked at him when she told him she couldn’t spare the time to spend six weeks with him in Marbella. Like she pitied him, almost. Like she was hoping he’d stop or say it was all a joke. That he’d take it all back. 

“Roy,” she started softly, already shaking her head. 

Already shaking her head. 

“I love you, Roy,” she promised, eyes glistening. The words were a buzz in the background.

(The worst part, by far, is how much he loves her in return. He loves her so much he doesn’t know quite what to do with it. If a proposal isn’t the right place to put it, where is? He doesn’t understand why the love can’t fix them. Why it isn’t enough.) 

“We’re not ready for this,” she continued, openly shedding tears by then. Somewhere off to the side, their waiter was probably alarmed, holding the cake with congratulations! swirled onto its plate in dark chocolate that Roy had paid extra for, unsure what to do with it, waiting for instruction. Roy was too humiliated to check for certain. He was still down on one knee. It was starting to throb. Carefully, he raised himself back up. 

She was watching him with a look of great remorse as she repeated, “We can’t get married right now, baby. It isn’t…I don’t think it’s the answer, yeah? Maybe eventually, but not now.” It sounded exactly the way we’ll be fine had sounded the day she’d packed up her office in Richmond. Like they definitely wouldn’t be fine. Like her answer to marriage wasn’t not now but quite possibly never.

He’d nodded. He’d lowered himself back into his chair, feeling clammy and numb. He’d waved the waiter over to close the bill. 

//

Staring out at the sea that’s gone dark, he tucks the ring back into his pocket with the startling, crippling, clear realization that he's got to break up with her. He feels like his heart has been wrenched out of his chest and stomped on, then shoved back in for him to live with. He feels like she’s right, and it wouldn’t have worked even if she’d said yes. 

He’s such a fucking mess, he thinks, and she deserves better. She’s on top of the world, and here he is dragging her down into the water. Maybe they both know they’re broken beyond repair, just waiting for the other one to call it off. He’s not sure he can do it. These days, he misses her even when she’s in the next room. 

Fuck.

He slides open the door to the balcony and steps back inside after one last glance at the ocean, which he can hear even if he can’t see. Fuck the guest bed. He makes his way into the bedroom and crawls in next to her. A couple more rose petals flutter to the ground. 

“Roy,” she breathes, as soon as he’s settled himself under the thin sheet, the air too hot and humid, even with the AC cranked, to sleep under anything heavier. Her voice is quiet and sad and cracked and small. It sounds like she’s been crying the whole time he’s been outside. 

He shuts his eyes and says, “I’m sorry,” to the air. He doesn’t know quite what he’s apologizing for. Asking her to marry him? Assuming she’d say yes? Even just thinking about breaking up with her just now? Her, the best person to ever happen to him? The best anything, end of. He draws himself closer and wraps his arm around her torso, just to feel her—her skin, the smell of her hair and the dip and fall of her stomach as she breathes in and out. 

It’s its own familiar kind of self-torture, holding something in his hands as he loses it slowly. Like the last year of football, magnified by ten. Waiting for the final hammer to fall as he cradles the thing he loves in the palm of his hand and feels it drip through. 

“Are we still okay?” she whispers, cupping her fingers over his own clasped ones. Maybe he’s not the only one desperately clinging on. 

He tells her yes, but the truth is that he doesn’t know. 

The deeper truth, the one he can’t face, is that he doesn’t think so. 

He thinks it’s already over. 

[goatboard]

adult!Riko being so much more confident than when she was a teen and it flusters Mirai just a bit because she didn't ever expect to be on the other end of their dynamic

also adult!Riko being more into pdf and that DOES surprise Mirai because teen Riko could never

(obviously Riko is still so incredibly flustered and second guessing on the inside, its still the same Riko)

[lavenderyulu]

Steven’s out-of-context bluntness vs Alain’s 2 hours of sleep (and lack of comprehension skills he usually has with Steven)

oh right and timeskip

[lavendersartistry]

Bane of my Existence

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

This fic is more of a planned fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered as the slowburn end between Eve Ewe and Bolt! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!

Also we get creator cameos! Hope you can spot your character Astra, Onyx!

Want more context? Here!

"No."

Koi rolled her eyes for the nth time. Her and Bobby were at their wits end at this point, trying to help out Bolt with confessing to Eve.

Bolt wasn't doing well for himself if he kept his feelings out of reach for Eve to hold. If he wasn't fast enough, he could miss his chance entirely.

And both Koi and Bobby weren't going to let it happen. But unlike Bobby, who was trying to ease it down, Koi was going to flat out say what he needed to hear.

"You love her, don't you?"

Bolt nodded.

"But doing it like this won't do anything."

Koi scoffed and rolled her eyes again.

"Neither is sitting around, pretending to wait for the right time. This is the right time! Wake up your head for once, boy."

Koi got closer to Bolt, her face inches away from his. Hoppy, in the background, put her hand to her mouth and 'oooh'ed.

"Tell her now or you can say goodbye to being her lover."

That felt like a threat. CatNap took the initiative to hold Bolt back with his tail before he could jump Koi. Bobby immediately went to Koi's side, her soft eyes looking only at Bolt.

"Even if Koi is right, do what makes you feel comfortable to tell her. You know she will only say yes to you."

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Eve solemnly looked at the lily pond within her chambers. She was beautifully dressed in velvet dark blue, a dress fit perfectly for a queen. But she wasn't happy.

Every birthday started with her and Bolt spending the morning together. Every sunrise was spent with laughter and joy between the two.

So why wasn't he there this birthday?

"You're upset, princess."

Eve frowned, biting her lip to not cry.

"He didn't come this morning, Astra. He always comes by the mornings."

The creature felt sadness in the princess. Yes, it was unlikely of Bolt to miss something so important, but there must have been a reason why.

Astra carefully placed Eve's diadem to her then gave her a hug.

"Don't be too sad, princess. I'm sure he'll be here for your birthday party. Not even him can miss that."

Eve nodded, starting to smile a little.

"You're right, thank you Astra. I'm glad Mother chose you to watch over me."

"I'm just doing my job!"

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11:55. It was gift time. And still no show of Bolt. It was starting to get irritating for Eve.

DogDay could see how upset she was and was a little upset himself. He knew how close Bolt and Eve were, how desperate they wanted to be with each other.

He quietly placed a hand on Eve's shoulder.

"He's going to come, I know it."

Eve didn't look at DogDay, too caught up in her sorrows.

"You said that hours before. He missed our morning, he missed the party. He's not coming, he doesn't love me anymore."

DogDay pulled Eve into a tight hug, letting her soon cry into his chest. She was heartbroken, felt played. It hurt.

"He does love you, Evie. He just... I don't know at this point, but don't give up on him."

As if on cue, Bolt emerged from the shadows of the gardens. All eyes turned to him. He quietly walked over to Eve and DogDay, internally saddened by Eve's cries. Cries he caused.

"DogDay, if I could?"

DogDay was hesitant but handed Eve over to him, a light glare on the captain's face.

"You better make it up to her."

Bolt nodded and led Eve back to the gardens, where her present awaited her. Eve turned her head up, her eyes starting to sparkle as she saw his gift.

A candle lit path guided her to a river that glowed under the moonlight. A gazebo, unfamiliar to her, was next to it as owls were perched at the top and softly 'hoo' at the sight of her.

"Bolt.. I.."

As the two walked to the gazebo, Bolt kept his hand above hers.

"I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. I missed so many things between us, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make you cry like this, especially because of me."

Bolt sighed heavily, turning his head away.

"I care for you so much, Evie. You light up my world and my heart. If not a princess, you are a goddess that fell to bless me your presence. And I am always honored to be your guard."

The two entered the gazebo, little wolves and lambs approaching them like innocent children. Bolt turned his head back to Eve, a great smile to his face.

"You're all I ever wanted, princesa. I don't want anyone else."

Then Bolt got down on one knee, making Eve lightly gasp. He wasn't trying to propose already, was he? Eve started getting teary at the thought of it.

"I know this seems like a proposal, but it is in a way. Please listen when I say.. you are the bane of my existence and... and the object of all my desires. I wish to the heavens every night for you and I to be together in every reality this world will give, no matter the form we take. I love you with all my heart, Everiene."

Bolt pulled out a red velvet box and opened it. A promise ring.

"Forever and always, mi amor?"

Eve was stunned yet let her heart control her actions. She threw herself at Bolt, hugging him tightly. She quickly kissed his lips and caressed the scars on his face.

"Yes. Yes, Bolt. Forever and always."

The two embraced as fireworks began flying into the sky, signaling it was now 12:00. Bolt picked up Eve and spun her around as she was tight in his hold.

They laughed and later danced. Forever grateful for their true love.