#jasper dream trail

[the-ink-bean]

Just a little fanart for a passion project that I find interesting! :D they’ve got a really neat thing going on and I’m pretty excited to see what they’ll do in the future with it!!!!!!

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[dream-trail-rpg]

Happy One Year Anniversary to the Dream Trail Demo!

art by @chipistrate

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[ghostlysoaps]

Emergency First Aid

He finds Ghost in the bathroom, needle and thread in crimson-stained hands. 

White porcelain muddled with grime and blood, smeared across the cubicle glass. A bottle of something see-through sitting on the lip of the tub – the label near illegible by the fingerprints wrapped around it. Every detail pointing towards it being a scene from some B-list horror flick. Except it can't be. Because Johnny’s nails dig into the palms of his hands and pain has no presence in dreams.

Ghost's skin is almost as pale as the cradle he sits in. Johnny can see the stark blue of his veins through the fragile skin of his wrists. A far more flattering colour on him than red, it's why he pretends he doesn’t know where his favourite henley ended up.

"Get out of my fucking room, Soap."

Johnny nods and then proceeds further into the room, careful to avoid the droplets of blood staining the tiles in a fucked-up breadcrumb trail.

Ghost levels him with an unamused glare, a non-verbal "go away," ringing louder than if he'd said it outright. 

He ignores that too.

The stitching is neither crude nor neat when he leans in for a closer look. Serviceable. Bound to scar. It might have regardless, medical ain't miracle workers, but it might, might have left a thinner mark.

"Soap?"

Ghost's eyes are brown as jasper, doe-wide, extruding exhaustion and warmth – in spite of how much effort he puts into burying that bleeding heart of his. They track Johnny’s progress warily. Glides over him when he wraps his own fingers around the bottle, fingers a good half-inch shorter than the red stains already there. Johnny knows all this despite not looking. Because they've been here before. Too often for his liking. 

He sets about cleaning the tacky trails of blood from Ghost’s skin. 

"Johnny?"

Why are his hands shaking? They're not supposed to do that he doesn't think.

"It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

His tongue unsticks from where it lies dead and heavy in his mouth. "I fuckin' know. 'M not blind."

Warm, calloused hands envelop his own. They stop him from digging deeper welts into his own skin. Massages gently until Johnny, against his will, unclenches and unfolds like a flowering bloom at the first hint of sunlight.

"This won't be what kills me–"

"Haud yer wheesht! Whit this shoddy excuse fer sutures anything's–"

"–because I've no intention of leaving you yet," Ghost– Simon continues, as if Johnny hadn't interrupted him at all. "I've clawed myself back from the edge of hell more times than I care to count." He knocks their heads together, one hand moving to thread fingers though Johnny’s hair. "It's much easier now that I have something to come back to."

Johnny takes a moment to process and sift through the wreckage those words leave behind.

"Take yer damn mask off an' say tha' to my face," he growls.

And Simon doesn't hesitate for a second. He peels the mask off, his second skin, as if it's easier than breathing. As if Johnny’s words were the decree of a higher power he's helpless to obey. Scarred skin and chapped lips and dark circles blending into greasepaint greets him – a sight no longer unfamiliar, but a privilege to behold nonetheless. 

"I-" is as far as Simon comes before Johnny is surging forward to take his bottom lip between his teeth. He kisses him like something feral and starved. As if he could crawl into Simon's mouth if he tried hard enough. Push through muscle, bone and sinew to make space for himself in the hollow of his ribcage.

He doesn't like the anger with which he devours him – the ever-present companion snarling in his chest – but he needs him to understand. Thinks that if he tries hard enough Simon might taste the words lodged firmly behind his molars. I can't stand to lose you. It scares me to the point of losing my breath. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

For all his rage, for all the fiery passion with which he lashes out, in the end it all stems from fear.

"Could've at least gone to medical, ye absolute weapon," he bites out, one hand stressing over the skin right beneath Simon's wound.

"Couldn't stand the thought of anyone touching me," Simon murmurs, catching Johnny’s wrist the moment he goes to pull away as if burnt. "'S better now. I'd have told you to fuck off proper if I didn't–" he cuts himself off, the tips of his ears going pink.

Johnny fills in the blanks, eyes falling shut for the fraction of a second.

"Dinnae deep down wan' me to be here."

Simon shrugs.

Johnny exhales, leans forward and rests his forehead to Simon's shoulder, kisses him sweetly right after.

"Let me help you."

"Please." 

He's glad to be looking at Simon now because Simon, whenever Ghost has fled his visage, is an open book. And the way he's looking at Johnny? It's as if he'd taken every soft, sweet thing Johnny feels for him and is reflecting it right back.

With another steadying breath, Johnny gets to work. Gauze and adhesive tape, as quick as he dares so as to not prolong the pain. And when he's done he brushes his lips over the white bandaging, looking up through his lashes when the simple gesture of affection causes Simon's breath to hitch. Keeps to his knees despite the ache in them.

"You come to me next time," Johnny says, a plea more so than the demand he'd hoped for.

Simon reaches for him, cups his stubbled cheek in hand, thumb rubbing in broad strokes across a near imperceptible scar there – his next words ringing with the gravity of church bells and promises spoken within. 

"Alright, Johnny."

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Prompts via @whumperless-whump-event and @seth-whumps

[writewithmiaaa]

Gaurded Grace Pt.2

Pairings: Jasper Hale X reader

Warnings: None :-)

Summary: Jasper and Y/N meet again!

Type: fluff💗

Y/N couldn’t shake the events of that night from her mind. Days turned into weeks, and the memory of Jasper’s golden eyes and his unwavering protection lingered like a haunting melody. She continued her routine, but her thoughts often wandered to the mysterious vampire who had saved her. Would they see eachother again?

One crisp autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to visit the small, cozy bookstore downtown. The store was one of her favorite places, a haven of quiet and comfort. She wandered through the aisles, letting her fingers trail along the spines of books, feeling the familiar solace they offered.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the tall blonde figure entering the store until a soft voice broke her reverie.

“Y/N?”

She turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Jasper standing a few feet away. He looked as composed as ever, his eyes warm with recognition and something else—relief.

“Jasper,” she breathed, a smile spreading across her face. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He returned the smile, his posture relaxing slightly. “I like to come here sometimes. It’s peaceful.”

They stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, the bustling world outside the bookstore forgotten. Y/N felt an inexplicable connection to Jasper, as if their brief encounter had forged an unbreakable bond.

“Would you like to join me for a coffee?” Y/N asked, surprising herself with the boldness of the invitation. “There’s a café just around the corner.”

Jasper’s smile widened. “You know, I don’t drink… that… but i’d be happy to join you darlin’.”

They left the bookstore and made their way to the café, the conversation flowing easily between them. Y/N found herself intrigued by Jasper’s quiet intensity and his old-fashioned manners. He pulled out her chair for her, a gesture that felt both charming and surreal.

As they settled at a corner table, Y/N couldn’t help but ask, “How did you know where to find me that night?”

Jasper’s expression grew serious. “My family and I were tracking James. He’s a danger to anyone who crosses his path. He had taken a particular liking to the human girl my brother Edward is dating, and desires to hunt her. It’s all a game to him. When I heard someone was in the studio, I couldn’t ignore it.”

Y/N nodded, absorbing his words. “I’m grateful you were there. But it must be difficult, living with that kind of threat.”

Jasper’s eyes softened. “It’s a part of our existence. But we do what we can to protect those who are unaware of our world.”

Y/N sipped her coffee, considering his words. “It’s hard to believe all this exists beneath the surface of our everyday lives. Vampires, supernatural threats...”

Jasper chuckled softly. “It can be overwhelming. But it’s also a reminder of how resilient humans are. How you are.”

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks at his compliment. “I don’t feel very resilient. I was terrified.”

“And yet, you’re here now,” Jasper said gently. “Facing it.”

They spent hours talking, the conversation shifting from the supernatural to more mundane topics. Y/N learned about Jasper’s love for history and literature, his struggles with his vampire nature, and his deep bond with his family. In turn, she shared her passion for ballet, her favorite books, and the dreams she held close to her heart.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the café, Y/N realized how comfortable she felt with Jasper. He wasn’t just the mysterious vampire who had saved her; he was someone she genuinely liked and wanted to know better.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she admitted quietly, her eyes meeting his.

Jasper reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers in a gentle, reassuring touch. “The feeling is mutual, Y/N. I’m glad we met again.”

They left the café together, walking through the quiet streets as dusk settled over the town. Y/N felt a sense of contentment, a feeling that everything was falling into place.

As they reached her apartment building, Jasper paused. “Would you like to meet again? Maybe see more of the town?”

Y/N smiled, her heart light. “I’d love that.”

With a final, lingering look, Jasper bid her goodnight and disappeared into the twilight. Y/N watched him go, knowing this was just the beginning of their story—a tale of guarded grace and unexpected connections that would intertwine their lives in ways she had yet to imagine.

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Y/N found herself eagerly anticipating her next meeting with Jasper. They arranged to meet at a local park known for its serene beauty and secluded walking trails. The park was a tapestry of autumn colors, leaves crunching underfoot as Y/N made her way to their designated meeting spot.

Jasper was already there, leaning against a tree with an easy grace. He looked up as she approached, a smile lighting up his features.

"Y/N," he greeted warmly. "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise," she replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest.

They began to walk along the path, the conversation picking up effortlessly from where they had left off. Jasper asked about her ballet practice, and Y/N shared stories about her recent performances and the challenges of perfecting her technique.

"And what about you?" she asked, curious. "What do you do when you're not saving people from rogue vampires?"

Jasper chuckled. "I spend a lot of time with my family. We move around quite a bit to avoid drawing attention. And I read—a lot. There's always something new to learn."

Y/N nodded, intrigued by his dedication to knowledge. "What's your favorite period in history?"

"That's a tough one," Jasper mused. "I suppose I'm particularly drawn to the Civil War era. I lived through it, and it shaped a lot of who I am today."

Y/N stopped walking, her eyes widening. "You lived through the Civil War? I mean, I know you're... well old, but that's so cool! What was it like?"

Jasper's expression grew dark. "It was a time of great turmoil and change. I was a soldier, and it was both exhilarating and devastating. It taught me a lot about humanity—both its capacity for destruction and its need to continue.”

They continued walking, Y/N absorbing his words. She found herself wanting to know everything about him, to understand the depth of his experiences and the complexities of his world.

As they neared a quiet clearing, Jasper turned to her, his gaze intense. "Y/N, I need to tell you something."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

"Being around you, it's different. I feel a connection, something I haven't felt in a long time. But my world is dangerous. Being close to me means accepting that risk."

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Jasper, I can't pretend to understand everything about your world, but I do know that I feel something too. And I'm willing to face whatever comes with that."

Jasper's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and admiration in his gaze. "You're braver than you know."

They stood there for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Y/N felt a sense of determination settling in her chest. She was ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as it meant being with Jasper.

A/N: HI! So sorry this has taken so long, but I literally hated this chapter and I kept redoing it, to the point where I have given up 😘 sooo i hope you enjoy!

[chemdisaster]

a fanfic based off of @stiffyck's art and the camp camp episode "dial m for jasper". it's a camp camp au, but all you really need to know is that cub is dead and scar isn't okay.

they don't hear you singing to me

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

Scar has never been so tired.

Scar wakes with the echoes of his dead friend's voice reverberating in his head. 

At first, he tries to convince himself that everything is fine. Dreams about his childhood aren't exactly a rare occurrence, and certainly nothing to worry about. 

The next day, it happens again. 

This time, he follows the voice outside. 

Wisps of memories cling to his fingertips as he treads the familiar path. Reaching the moonlit clearing, he extends his hand and lets them curl and coalesce in the air until they form a silhouette. 

His dead best friend. 

Immediately, Scar's breath leaves his lungs.

Tentatively, he approaches the apparition. 

"Cub?" 

The spirit doesn't answer, so Scar repeats, voice shaking, "Cub?" 

The ghost meets his eyes and Scar shrinks back. Cub gives him a long stare, then his gaze turns sad. 

"Scar, why?"

"I—"

Scar can't answer that. 

A moment later, the apparition drifts away. He supposes he should be glad. He never knew what to say when Cub was alive, either. 

Cub's beseeching look still on the forefront of his mind, he turns around and comes face-to-face with a sleepy Bdubs.

"What are you doing?"

 

Scar screams.

.

.

.

.

.

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

"The fuck's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Scar chucks his spoon across the room.

Grian continues talking and his fingers crumple the photograph he's holding in his hand. 

He's never been so tired.

"Who's this friend, anyway? Trees and birds don't count—"

"Nobody!" Scar exclaims, clutching at his head, tears springing to his eyes. "I didn't mean it! Leave me alone!" His voice breaks, Cub's face glitches in and out of sight in the place of Grian's, "I'm sorry."

A desperate wail tearing his chest, he runs out of the room. His ghosts follow. 

That day, he stands at the edge of a cliff, Cub's childlike voice in his head, his translucent body swimming in the air in front of him. 

"Cub, I'm sorry," he manages to say past the lump in his throat.

Cub shakes his head, "It's too late."

His voice trails away as he fades out of view. Scar stumbles after him, takes a step forward only for his foot to meet air, feels his stomach drop down, down to the bottom of the ravine, down to the cavern where Cub met his demise—

His back hits the ground. 

The wind gets knocked out of him, but Scar pays it no mind, letting his head fall and looking over to the side. 

Cub's shoes are sitting there, brand new as the day he got them, no burn marks to be seen. 

Scar looks up at the moon, vividly pale against the night sky. His chest shakes with silent sobs and tears soak into his temples. 

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm so sorry."

This time, there is no one there to hear him.

.

.

.

.

.

He doesn't go to sleep after that.

The remaining three hours until the wake-up call are spent staring at the ceiling of his cabin. His eyes are red-rimmed but dry, hands folded over his chest as though attending his own funeral. 

The sound of the door slamming open breaks him out of his trance. 

The kids give him no time to paint happiness on his face, "We found out why you've been freaking out."

Scar freezes. 

"We know about Cub."

When he bursts into tears, there is four pairs of eyes fixed on his pitiful display. The misery settles deep into his shoulders, drawing stars on the inside of his skin, and Scar feels he could die. 

"I'm just so ashamed," he sobs, hands coming up to cover his face. "Cub was my best friend." 

His chest hurts. Hiccuping, he continues, "I made a poor decision. Then I never got the chance to apologise before—"

Through the gaps between his fingers, he meets Cub's gaze. Imperceptibly, Cub jerks his head. Scar gulps. Quietly, he carries on, "—before his parents picked him up." 

Grian, Mumbo and Pearl trade looks.

Grian starts, "I bet if Cub was here, he'd say that it wasn't your fault."

Scar's heart skips a beat. 

"Maybe he'd say that you both treated each other poorly and that he forgives you," Mumbo chimes in, and hope blossoms in Scar's chest.

Cub doesn't nod. 

Scar fancies that he does, anyway.

His wings may be torn and ragged, but he always dreamt he could fly. And today he drowned, but maybe, just maybe, he can still reach the sky. 

It doesn't matter that Cub eventually fades, or that the kids leave not long after. 

Closing the door behind them, Scar looks up and sends the ceiling a two fingered salute.

Of course you would, Cub.

His best friend may be gone, but Scar hasn't been here since that night, either. 

Everything is fine. 

[alyssaforevermore]

Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 3. Earth Kills

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Tags: @mellxander1993 @sweetz1919 @jordangdelacruz

Masterlist

The following day I found myself behind the dropship, collecting more wood for fires. We had returned to camp with the large cat Wells had killed, Bellamy using everyone's hunger as a way to get them to remove their wristbands. I was able to hold out, sneaking some food once everyone had piled into the dropship for the night.

I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Jasper spent most of it groaning in pain, while the other delinquents yelled for him to shut up. The groaning was still going on, though I'd begun to tune it out for the most part.

Grabbing my pile of wood, I headed around the dropship and towards the fire, dropping it all into the pile Wells had started earlier. Just as the wood fell to the ground, the sound of screaming filled my ears.

I ran towards the dropship, climbing the ladder to the top floor and shoving the door open.

"Hold him still, I need to cut away the infected flesh." Clarke held a knife in her hand, while Monty, Wells and Finn held Jasper down.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked.

Octavia soon climbed through the door, standing at my side. "Stop it! You're killing him."

"She's trying to save his life." Finn rolled his eyes.

"She can't," Bellamy spoke, joining us on the top floor. "Look at him, he might as well be dead already."

Wells stood up, stepping in front of Bellamy. "Back off."

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die," Clarke said.

"He's making us all crazy, Clarke," I spoke up.

"This isn't the Ark, Athena." Clarke snapped. "Down here, every life matters."

I shook my head. "I'm not saying his life doesn't matter. Just look at him, he's suffering. He's not going to make it."

Clarke shook her head, her eyes meeting Octavia's. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts," Bellamy said. "You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

I kicked my feet and bit my lower lip, catching Wells' eyes. "Athena, come on. You can't be on his side."

"I'm sorry, but I am," I said, my eyes fixed on the metal floor beneath me. "The longer you four play doctor, the more he's suffering for nothing. It's time to let go."

Bellamy and I turned to leave. "Come on, O." He said.

"I'm staying here."

Bellamy shook his head, climbing back down the ladder.

I turned to the group. "I hope you guys are right about this, but if you're not..." I trailed off, shaking my head and heading down the ladder myself.

...

Later that afternoon, I watched as a group prepped to go hunting. The sound of Jasper screaming in pain was starting to give me a headache and all I wanted to do was leave camp.

When I spotted Bellamy exit the dropship to join them, I rushed to his side.

"Hey, you guys are going hunting?"

He raised an eyebrow. "We are."

"Good, I'm in."

Bellamy shook his head, smirking. "You want to go hunting?"

I stepped in front of him, both of us coming to a complete stop. "Look, I can't listen to Jasper anymore. I need to get out of here. Besides, an extra hand can't hurt, can it?"

Looking me up and down, Bellamy sighed. "Do you know anything about hunting?"

"No, but I'm a quick learner."

"As long as you don't get in the way, sure you can come."

I clapped my hands together. "Let's go then."

...

We had been hunting for a few hours before finally coming across a boar. It was plumb, enough meat on its bones to feed all of us tonight. My mouth was watering just thinking about how good it would taste.

Bellamy pressed his pointer finger to his lips. "Shh... She's mine."

I watched as he stepped closer and just as he was about to attack, a stick snapped behind us. Bellamy spun around, throwing his axe in the direction of the noise as the boar ran off. The rest of the group, aside from Atom ran after it, screaming like a bunch of idiots.

Turning around, I spotted a young blonde girl peeking out from behind a tree. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the axe which had hit the tree next to her head.

Bellamy dropped his hands to his sides. "Who the hell are you?"

"C-Charlotte." The girl mumbled.

"He could've killed you." I hissed, causing the girl to frown.

Bellamy sighed, stepping forward. "Why aren't you back at camp?"

"The guy who is dying," Charlotte spoke, her eyes fixed on the ground. "I just couldn't listen to it anymore."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh. "You and me both,"

"There are grounders out here," Atom spoke. "It's not safe for a little girl."

"I'm not little."

Bellamy and I exchanged glances. "Well then," Bellamy said, pulling a knife out of his pocket. "You can't hunt without a weapon." He handed Charlotte the knife. "Ever kill anything before?"

Charlotte shook her head.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be good at it." Bellamy smiled before turning around and heading off to find the others.

I smiled at her as well. "Come on,"

Charlotte and I followed Bellamy and Atom through the forest. We had yet to find the others when suddenly, a swarm of bugs flew past us.

"What the hell?" Atom asked.

Rats, which I had yet to see on the ground, began scurrying in the same direction the bugs had flown. I watched as a cloud of yellow began forming in front of us, a horn sounding in the air.

"That can't be good." I mumbled.

"Come on! There are caves this way." Bellamy spoke, running off.

The three of us followed Bellamy, myself being sure to keep Charlotte within my reach. I watched as Atom tripped, though I didn't stop. I just kept running until I too fell.

My head connected with a rock, causing me to scream out in pain.

This is it. This is how I die.

Just as I accepted my fate, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me from the ground. "Charlotte, keep going!" It was Bellamy.

I tried my best to run, though Bellamy pulled me most of the way. Finally, we reached the cave and Bellamy let go of me, closing the entrance with a larger rock. I slid down the wall of the cave, pressing my hand to the back of my head.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked.

I nodded, removing my hand and examining the blood on it. "Yeah, I'll be alright."

"What happened to Atom?" Bellamy asked.

I looked away, unable to explain how I left him behind.

Bellamy sighed. "We should be safe here for the night."

"Should be?" Charlotte asked.

"Will be," I spoke up. "We will be safe here."

Charlotte frowned, and I knew she believed that as much as I did.

...

We had been stuck in the cave for a while, Charlotte having fallen asleep. Bellamy inspected the wound on my head, touching it lightly. I let out a yelp, swatting his hand away.

He moved back. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I spoke, my voice shaking. "Is it bad?"

"It looks like the bleeding has stopped at least. No sleeping for you though."

I sighed. "Not like I've done much sleeping down here anyways."

We were both silent for a few moments before finally, Bellamy cleared his throat. "Do you think everyone back at camp is okay?"

"I'm sure they are," I said. "They probably all hid inside the dropship."

"Safer there than here, I guess."

"I was sure the fog would've slipped through a crack of this cave." I looked over at Charlotte. "Poor kid probably didn't expect to almost die twice today. She's lucky your aim sucks."

Bellamy chuckled. "It wasn't bad considering I wasn't looking in that direction."

"Alright, I'll give you that." I smiled, before the thought of Atom filled my mind. "I left him behind..."

"What?"

"Atom," I said. "I saw him fall. I could've stopped and helped him up, but I didn't."

Bellamy shook his head. "You were afraid."

"And you weren't?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes. "You ran back to save me. You shouldn't have. You should've kept going."

"What's done is done, Athena. You can't change it now, so learn from it, do better next time."

I nodded, my eyes beginning to flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion washed over me. "You almost sound like my father."

Bellamy ignored my remark. "Hey, no sleeping, alright?"

"I'm tired."

"Too bad," Bellamy frowned. "Why did you get locked up?"

"What?"

"If you keep talking, you'll stay awake. Tell me why you got locked up."

I shook my head. "It was stupid."

"How stupid?"

"Bellamy-"

"Athena." His voice was stern.

I took a deep breath. "Someone I cared about, their father was sick. The Ark wouldn't give him the medication he needed, so I stole it." Bellamy's eyes grew slightly wider. "I stole my mother's keycard to get into the medicine cabinet and of course, they figured out it was me and thus I was arrested."

"You must've really cared about that person," Bellamy mumbled.

"He was like my second father," I admitted. "I mean, you know how my dad is. When I started dating my boyfriend, his father was always nice to me. Always making sure I was okay, something my dad never really bothered to do." I paused for a second, wiping my eyes. "I couldn't just sit back and watch him die. Not after everything he's done for me."

Bellamy was silent for a moment. "Did he make it?"

"Yeah, he did." I smiled. "Knowing that makes all of this worth it, as much as I wish I wasn't down here right now. I would give anything to be able to see my mom again, hug her, tell her I love her." I watched as Bellamy's face fell. "Bellamy, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay." He said, mustering up a small smile.

I shook my head. "No, It's not. Nothing about what they do up there is okay."

Just as Bellamy went to speak, Charlotte began tossing, letting out a small scream.

"Charlotte," Bellamy spoke, rushing to her side. "Wake up."

Charlotte shot up, panting. "I'm sorry."

Bellamy frowned. "Does that happen often?"

Charlotte nodded.

"What are you scared of?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter," Bellamy said. "The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

I almost felt like he was talking to me as well.

"But, I'm asleep," Charlotte mumbled.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons while you're awake, they won't be able to get you while you sleep."

"How?"

Bellamy looked over at me for a moment, before looking back to Charlotte. "You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death. Let me see that knife I gave you." Charlotte nodded, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the knife. She handed it over to Bellamy, who squeezed the handle in his hand. "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold this knife tight and say 'screw you, I'm not afraid'."

He handed the knife back to Charlotte, who held onto the knife as tight as she could with both hands. "S-screw you, I'm not afraid."

"Louder."

Charlotte looked to me, and I nodded. "Screw you. I'm not afraid."

Bellamy smiled, patting her on the shoulder. "Slay your demons kid, then you'll be able to sleep."

Charlotte nodded with a small smile. Still holding the knife in her hands, she rolled back over and fell back asleep. Bellamy made his way back over to me, sitting down with his back against the cave wall.

"I think I'm starting to see where Octavia gets it from,"

...

The following morning, Bellamy pushed the rock covering the cave opening out of the way. He stepped outside, looking around.

"It's all clear," He said before stepping out further. "Is anyone out here? Jones?"

"We're here!" Jones called out.

I stood from my spot, my legs shaking under me. "It's okay, Charlotte. We can head back to camp now."

Charlotte nodded, standing up and following me out of the cave.

"Where'd you guys go?" Bellamy asked Jones.

"We made it to a cave down there," Jones pointed to the West.

I stepped forward. "Did you guys see Atom?"

Jones shook his head, causing me to frown.

"We'll find him," Bellamy assured me. "Let's head back to camp."

...

Most of the walk back to camp was quiet, aside from the occasional call-out for Atom. We had yet to find him, a fact that was slowly driving me insane. I could feel my fingernails piercing the palm of my hands hidden under my jacket, surly drawing blood.

A hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly.

"Sorry," Bellamy said, looking me over. "You've been quiet, I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

Last night had shown a different side of Bellamy I had never expected to see. I had half expected him to switch back to his douchebag persona the second we left that cave. Instead, here he was, asking if I was alright.

My cheeks began to heat up, causing me to focus on the ground underneath my feet. "I'll feel a lot better once we find Atom."

Bellamy nodded.

The rest of the group had fallen behind us, though Charlotte was so far ahead of us I could barely make out her silhouette through the trees. No matter how many times I had called out for her, she just kept going.

Charlotte finally disappeared from my sight and just a few moments later, her frightened screams rang out through the forest. Without hesitating, Bellamy and I sprung into action, running in her direction.

Before long we found her, standing over a body.

Atom.

"Oh my god,"

Bellamy moved closer, kneeling down and looking Atom over. He was covered in bloody boils and blisters, his skin looking as if it had been slowly burned away. His eyes were glossy, his pupils small.

I placed my hand on Charlotte's shoulder before making my way over to the two. Atom was shaking, stuttering incoherently. Finally, he was able to get out a few broken words: kill me, please.

Bellamy stood up, taking a few steps back as the rest of the group joined us. Stepping forward, Charlotte pulled out the knife Bellamy had given her earlier. She handed it to Bellamy and whispered, "Done be afraid."

Taking a deep breath, Bellamy cleared his throat. "All of you head back to camp. Charlotte, you too."

The group dispersed, including Charlotte, though she was more reluctant to leave than rest had been. Bellamy eyed me, still standing just a few meters away.

"Bellamy, I can't-"

"I know," He spoke, nodding.

Bellamy knelt back down, holding the knife in his hand. I sat across from him on the other side of Atom, watching as Bellamy's eyes shifted around.

Atom spoke again through broken words, begging Bellamy to do it. I watched as Bellamy sat there unable to move. Finally, I reached over, taking the hand he was holding the knife with in mine.

Bellamy looked up at me and for a second I could see tears welling in his blue eyes. I slowly slipped the knife out of his hand and into my own, pulling my hand away and placing it at my side.

"Athena-"

"I can do this," Taking a deep breath, I looked down at Atom. "Okay, I'm going to help you. Just breathe, alright?"

I placed my free hand on Atom's cheek, lightly brushing it with my thumb as I moved the knife towards the side of his neck. I slowly slid the blade into his skin, pulling it out just the same.

As Atom slowly bled out, I continued to comfort him as best as I could at that moment. Finally, Atom stopped moving and I knew he was gone.

Looking up, I was met with Bellamy's sorrowful eyes. It was at that moment that I realized I had been crying, a droplet of salt falling into my mouth.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my free hand before wiping the bloody knife on the ground and handing it back to Bellamy. "We should get him back to camp, bury him with the others."

...

Finn, Wells and Clarke had soon found us and helped us get Atom's body back to camp. I hadn't spoken the rest of the way back, knowing if I opened my mouth I would only start to cry again.

The camp gate was quickly opened upon our arrival, Clarke rushing ahead of us and demanding quick action in making Jasper's medicine. Bellamy ordered a few of the delinquents to get Clarke anything she needed, while Wells headed off to dig a grave for Atom.

Across the camp, I watched as Octavia exited the dropship. She chatted with Clarke for a moment before her face sunk and she yanked herself away, rushing over to myself and Bellamy.

"Octavia, just stay back, please," Bellamy commanded.

"Why?"

Octavia attempted to push past Bellamy, only to fail. Upon her second attempt, she managed to get past him, her eyes quickly falling on the body whose face was covered by a jacket. She got on her knees and looked at her brother before looking back to the jacket, slowly lifting it.

Octavia let out a small gasp, tears swelling in her eyes. "Atom."

Bellamy frowned, reaching over to touch her. "There was nothing I could do."

"Don't!" Octavia hissed, shoving his hand away before standing up.

"O, please let me explain-"

"I said don't."

With that, Octavia ran off towards the dropship.

Soon Murphy approached, earning a sigh from Bellamy. "Did you lose anyone here today?" He asked.

"No."

"Jasper?" I asked.

Murphy glared at me. "Still breathing, barely." He turned his attention back to Bellamy. "I tried to take him out but your psycho little sister-"

Bellamy quickly shoved Murphy before grabbing the collar of his shirt.

"Bellamy-"

"My what?" Bellamy asked before raising his voice even more. "My what?"

"Your little sister," Murphy mumbled, shoving Bellamy off of him.

Bellamy nodded. "Yeah, that's right. My little sister. Got anything else you want to say about her?"

Murphy stared at Bellamy for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing, sorry."

I watched as Bellamy looked Murphy up and down. Finally, he nodded his head towards Atom's body. "Somebody get him out of here."

With that, Bellamy stormed off towards his tent.

...

Later that evening I sat on the top level of the dropship where Jasper was resting. Finn took a swig of an old bottle of alcohol he had found before offering it to Monty. Monty refused, passing it to Octavia instead.

"Smooth." He coughed.

Octavia took a sip, her face instantly crinkling. "Disgusting. I love it."

She offered the bottle to me and I shook my head. "I've got guard duty later."

"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" A small voice spoke up.

We all looked over, Jasper's head poking up slightly from the make-shift bed. He was smiling slightly, his eyes fixated on the bottle.

"Jasper!" Octavia cheered, rushing to his bedside.

Monty smiled, also rushing over. "Let's start with the soft stuff."

Finn and I joined the group. "Welcome back, buddy."

"Was that a dream or did I get speared?"

"You'll have a very impressive scar to prove it." I turned my head, noticing Clarke had joined up. She was smiling, though I could tell she had been crying.

"My saviour." Jasper smiled.

Clarke chuckled slightly. "Thank you for not dying. I don't think I could've taken that today."

"I'll try not to die tomorrow too if that's cool."

Clarke smiled, a newfound gleam in her eyes. "Sounds like a plan."

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AN: Here is chapter three! I kind of forgot I hadn't posted all of the currently written chapters yet, so I'm trying to get back to it! Please remember to like/reblog and share your thoughts <3

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

Epilogue Part 1: All's Well That Ends Well

Season 5 Masterlist

Honestly, they were like kids. 

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

And he was trembling with too much trepidation to ask. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-what?

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

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

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

"We're just teasing, (y/n/n)!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's just nerves. Totally normal."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you picture a family with him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right, let's get me married."

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

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

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

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

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

If he ruined the wedding, Ray would...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything's fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See? You gotta stop worrying!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Does she love you?"

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

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

"Yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jasper, you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Repeat after Schwozie..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you...so much."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doofus, what..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And pie!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"At what?"

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

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

"Oh, Piper..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for being the mom I never had."

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

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

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

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

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

"You do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Went hunting on the drive and rounded up all sketches Dream Trail related!

First one were two different attempts for my take on Konen's room! Wanted to make it feel cosy and small - like a closet-like almost! Added some couch cushions for pillows and mould on the rug, and a punchh of polaroid pictures and drawings that cover the wall.

These next two are a bunch of sketchies of the bee-st friends being a comedic duo.

And Beester Gasper, the little lost bee.jpeg just existing amongst the files.

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STOPPPPPPPPPPP IT'S ALL SO CHARMINGGGGG Important to know that me and the team are going bananas over these GRAAAHHHH I LOVE JASPER AND HIS LITTLE POINTY NOSE your art makes me insane graaah

AND THEMMMM IN THE GARDENNNN WEHH JASPER ON THE HAMMOCK THEY'RE HANGING OUT

ALSO THE COLORS IN THE BEDROOM DRAWING ARE SO PRETTY??? WAHH!! It looks insanely cozy and I love all the added details. CUTE LITTLE LAMP!

WAUGHH THANK YOUTHANK YOUU definitely made me feel better

[authoravalonroselin]

The first of what I'm sure will be many Ranger Name Generator posts (hence the 1). Ever wonder what your name would be if you were in the Alliance? Find out here! Choose one name from your favorite color scheme and one from your favorite flavor, swap the order until you find what fits. Example: I like Neutral colors and Sweet flavors, so a potential name for me is Appletrail!

Alt text under the cut.

Ranger Name Generator 1

Favorite Color Scheme Warm Colors: Morning, Sun, Blaze, Fire, Burn, Scorch, Bright, Day Cool Colors: Night, Wave, Ocean, Wave, Tide, Shadow, Deep, Dark Neutral Colors: Dawn, Breeze, Wind, Flight, Umber, Dust, Trail Jewel Tones: Copper, Shimmer, Glint, Shine, Jasper, Stone, Dusk Vibrant Colors: Oriole, Eucalyptus, Mangrove, Maple, Dream, Star, Bird

Favorite Flavor Sweet: Peach, Apple, Petal, Dew, Snow, Berry, Drop, Leap Sour: Briar, Thorn, Claw, Reed, Hiss, Screech, Ant, Charge Bitter: Deep, Umber, Leaf, Mud, Whisper, Hawk, Bark, Sharp Salty: Crystal, Quartz, Sand, Fog, Beach, Squirrel, Rabbit, Fox Savory: Sage, Mint, Flower, Blossom, Falcon, Yew, Whisker, Red

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I love how perfect this table runner works as an alternative to a simple altar cloth.

The Cernunnos statue (says Herne, but the statue depicts one of the ways Cernunnos looks like to me) was a gift to me from my husband. Hel, The Morrigan, and Frigg are all by @torque-witch and I highly recommend going to their profile and checking out their shop.

The item in the middle behind the candle was given to me as part of a pagan trade. It's what served as a visual for The Morrigan before I was able to afford to commission @torque-witch for the large statue. It has moss, a tiny jar of holly, another of mugwort, and this little pentagon shaped thing that looks like cork but smells amazing. The box smells like autumn, and I love it.

Autumn is my favorite season. The colors, the smells, the rain, and the flavors of the season all make me so happy. Winter is my second favorite because allergies are gone. I love snow and how it makes the world quiet, but now I live in an area that rarely gets snow. Instead, we have a wet season. Rain makes the world quiet as well, but it also makes for a very humid environment. Cold and humid is uncomfortable, but preferable to bone dry and hot af.

I'm a devotee of Cernunnos and The Morrigan. They appeared on my life when I was very young, and have helped me in ways I cannot convey through words. Both became quiet for a few months back in 2018, which had me baffled. That's when Hel made her presence known. Shortly thereafter, she introduced me to Frigg. In 2020, Freyja showed up as well. Odin tried to be part of my life, and got pushy when I told him to fuck off. Sooooo the Ladies hauled his ass out of my home, banished him from ever bothering me unless I invite him, and it was The Morrigan who got him to stfu. Cernunnos basically sat back with a bowl of popcorn and watched.

It was The Morrigan who has helped me with most of my mental health, especially when I was self-harming. I wrote a poem about it, and she absolutely loves poetry. She took the blades and replaced them with flowers, and helped me see myself as a person instead of as damaged goods. She helped me find my spine and stand up for myself. She helped me find courage and feel safe as myself for myself.

Cernunnos has helped me with my physical health, most especially when my seizures got bad. He has helped me with recovering from when I was raped, giving me the gentle hand and safe arms when I needed them. I firmly believe it was he who guided my husband to me, with a gentle nudge to come through my lane when I was a cashier at a grocery store. Cernunnos was also the one to introduce me to tarot and oracle cards, and helped me learn to hear and feel the messages they were trying to convey. He's also the one I sense most when gardening, or walking on the various trails here, and most especially near water and forests.

Frigg and Freyja are still very new, so not a lot to say there. They are two very distinct deities to me, though some experience them as one deity. Both looooove my quilts, especially the handquilting. Frigg favors earthtones, Freyja prefers rich bright colors, but both agree prints are the best. When Jasper died last year, a rainbow appeared over the vet clinic. That very night, he and Freyja appeared in a dream. He thanked us for a wonderful life, that he loves us, and said his final goodbyes. Freyja made it clear he would be at rest for as long as he likes in a safe place specifically made for cats, and they walked away together. When I told my husband, he said he had the same dream. Though he is Buddhist, he made an offering of thanks to her.

I work with all of them, and every season I set the altar up anew. Making devotional items is one of the ways I connect with all of them. It's also why I love making table runners and mini quilts. Several fellow pagans/witches have commissioned me over the years for these things, and it's wonderful. If you want something made by me, keep an eye on my shop. Commissions are open for a limited time, from April to August, so I can make seasonal items and whatever else I desire. I rarely overwork myself because the disappointment from the deities, the various spirits I work with, and my ancestors, is enough to make me sit my ass down and do something else entirely. Because they love me.

[dream-trail-rpg]

THANK YOU FOR 100 DOWNLOADS!!!

This means the absolute world to our crew!! We’re so so so glad you all enjoy this demo, and we’ll continue working our hardest too make this dream come true!

[wolfkitty42]

I played @dream-trail-rpg's demo today. Here are some of my thoughts. This is hopefully relatively spoiler free!

First off, I adore the designs for the main characters and the settings. They are very charming and I love the sprites! All the backgrounds are easy on the eye and I really love the visual style.

That being said, one of the first things that stood out to me about Dream Trail was its similarities to Omori. Especially the opening cutscene. While I don't really mind the story's overall similarities to Omori (taking place in dreams), I did feel like the opening made me think of Omori a little too much. Dream Trail is a fantastic game, and I think it has a lot of potential on its own. When I open a game, I want to see something new.

One thing I did enjoy was the puzzle. I really liked the dialogue and story setup as well- I'm curious as to how Koen and Jasper's friendship is going to evolve in future parts of the game.

Overall, I really enjoyed Dream Trail! Outside of some personal gripes with the opening, this demo was utterly fantastic. I recommend playing it if you have a chance!

[onlycleverinmyhead]

How I would write the magisterium series if I actually had writing skill part 1/3

The Iron trail: Perfect, no notes.

Moving on

The Copper Gauntlet: the book itself is good but I have to change it to set up for bigger changes on future books so:

-          The apprentices will prepare for the war and go on war related missions (hunting chaos ridden, tracking stray elementals that may be under the enemy’s control)

-          Master Rufus’ apprentices will go with master Milagros’ apprentices on missions, Call and Jasper will get closer

-          Call has dreams that are basically memories of his previous life (they started once he became aware of his identity)

-          Call’s reaction to chaos ridden being destroyed

-          Call and Aaron will get closer as Aaron trains with his counterweight

-          They go on a mission to retrieve the alkahest like they did in the book, Alastair steals Havoc on spring break or whatever to move the mission to the end of the year when the students are almost ready for the second gate (important for later)

-          Call tells Aaron he’s Constantine when they are on that mission

-          Aaron dies on that mission

-          Call brings Constantine’s head before the assembly because he wants Aaron’s death to mean something and the enemy is no trouble anyway, right?

[qwerty99846]

koen and jasper from @dream-trail-rpg in library of ruina