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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 5

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 5 - Wrong Answer

Readers who have read novels such as transmigration, quick transmigration, and system plotlines, know that if the fate of the character in the story must be changed, it should be prevented before the character's tragic fate has occurred. However, Song Qingshi interpreted this as the event having already occurred, and was meant to save the character who had already suffered a tragic fate. This train of thought meant that his decision was a thousand miles off.

In the original book, Yue Wuhuan only appeared three times:

The first time was when the shou protagonist had just been sold to Golden Phoenix Manor. When he saw the unbearable scene of Yue Wuhuan being played with by the guests, his three views shattered.

The second time was when the protagonist's naive illusion of the future was destroyed and he was forced to accept his identity because of the ridicule and humiliating remarks of Yue Wuhuan.

The third time, Yue Wuhuan was taken out by Jin FeiRen on the Langgan stage to treat the guests and was accidentally torn to pieces by the demon tiger. Jin FeiRen concealed the actual explanation of the demon tiger's madness and treated it as a deliberately arranged game for the banquet. With this extreme fear, he shattered the last trace of the protagonist's dignity, making him completely surrender and become a plaything.

In short, Yue Wuhuan was a small supporting role with little substance, leaving the plot early, using his degeneracy to offset the beauty of the protagonist. His beauty was only like that of a beautiful flower that was about to wither. How can it be compared with the pure and clean flower bud that had not yet bloomed in the dawn?

This was a super simple multiple-choice question that every reader could figure out!

If the system was a living thing and watching over the exam being taken, it would be so angry that it would have come out and beaten that foolish Song Qingshi to death.

Scholar-Tyrant Song didn't know that he had drifted so far from the original goal, but he was still eagerly confident, trying to do his best and vowing to get a perfect score!

On the way back to the Valley of the Medicine King, Song Qingshi had recalled all the memories of his original body and integrated it with its massive knowledge of medicine and alchemy. There were rare and exotic herbs and miraculous medicines in the cultivation world. However, similar to traditional Chinese medicine, even if the medicine worked wonders, the science behind the effects of these medicines was still a mystery.

Modern medicine conducts systematic research on traditional Chinese medicine to find out the monarch-minister-auxiliary relationship within its components, extracted the useful ingredients in each concoction, and then developed medicine that was easier to take and had even better results.

A female scientist won the Nobel Prize for this, benefiting the world. Song Qingshi focused on modern medicine, leaped away from the traditional path of immortality, and quickly found new ideas for solving problems for many areas that the original body had failed to properly study. He used the Tiangong Pavilion to make modern scientific instrument substitutes, and then analyze the effective ingredients in the immortal medicines, purify them, research them, and even artificially synthesize them. . .

In Song Qingshi's mind, there were countless experimental schemes in an endless stream, and there were tens of thousands of books and inexhaustible medicinal materials in the Medicine King's Valley, as well as abundant research funds.

He was overjoyed, like a mouse that fell into a vat of rice. He wanted to kiss the system if he could.

Song Qingshi fully understood why the original body lived here, staying in such a cultivation paradise. He could live here for the rest of his life!

He could immerse himself in the ocean of intense studying and research every day. He could dedicate his life and soul to his favourite medical god. No one could send him back!

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan in his arms. The more he looked at him, the more he loved him.

This was the big treasure that had given him everything! He would do everything he could to save him, just like his parents used to treat him before; indulged, spoiled, loved, and giving him all the good things he needed so that he can live a happy life like a prince in a fairy tale!

Song 'a father's love is like a mountain' Qingshi was full of ambition. He suppressed his excitement and immediately placed Yue Wuhuan in the side hall of his bedroom. He did everything by himself. First, he poured the elixir carefully with the crane-mouthed pot to re-invigorate the breath of life. Then he changed into white clothes, put on a homemade mask, and found a pair of extremely thin animal leather gloves. After he finished disinfecting the wounds, gently cut off the blood-soaked gauze and feather skirt on Yue Wuhuan's body with scissors, rinsed the wounds, and then sutured them with very fine silkworm thread. Then, he cut off the shackles and treated his ankle wounds.

Song Qingshi's movements were extremely gentle and quick, barely touching any skin, but Yue Wuhuan's body was extremely sensitive. He twitched slightly and groaned a few times before falling asleep again. Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take some blood samples for analysis, and also performed a full-body scan of him with his mental probe. He was a good-tempered person, but after seeing the disastrously ruined dantian and meridians in Yue Wuhuan's body, he couldn't help but curse darkly at those beasts. He scolded them repeatedly, thinking about how he was going to explain this situation to him once he woke up.

Song Qingshi was not good at communicating with strangers. He was able to make do when discussing his interests, but his thoughts often went blank when forced into small talk. For example, when everyone watched the popular men's group selection variety show together and argued over who was the male god?

He answered sincerely that it was Asclepius, the god of medicine. . .

Song Qing hasn't understood why everyone said he killed the conversation.

He thought hard for a long time and remembered that when his Lou Gerhig's hadn't been as advanced, he worked in a hospital for an internship. His senior brother knew that Song Qinshi was afraid of social interaction and would end up a stuttering mess when he tried to have conversations with his patients. He taught Song Qingshi: "Push down all of your feelings and act like a medical machine. First write down their case in detail and their treatment plan, recite it with a smile, and then end with a comforting sentence." Song Qingshi took this secret technique, practiced many times in front of the teacher, and, finally, he could talk to patients without fear.

A hospital is a place for treatment, just like how the Medicine King's Valley is a place for treatment. What's the difference?

After Song Qingshi had this epiphany, he replaced Yue Wuhuan’s bed sheets and bedding with the white ones commonly used in hospitals. He ordered the valley servant to make several sets of patient clothes, put them on by himself, and then tied roots on his wrist to represent the hospital information band. With a red wristband and a sign on the bed with "Special Care" and the instructions for how to care for him, Song Qingshi instantly felt calm in this makeshift hospital environment.

He wasn't comfortable with the type of care that the valley servantswere giving and took on nursing himself. He was careful and not afraid of getting tired. He wiped down Yue Wuhuan's body and washed his face, fed him medicine and water, and even replaced the bedding to deal with all kinds of filth.

When Yue Wuhuan woke up three days later, he was confused. He didn't know where he was. He stared at the white veil on the top of the bed in a daze for a long time. He finally realized that he was still alive and he hadn't been this relaxed in a long time.

He closed his eyes, faintly recalling the slight fragrance of medicine lingering from his dream and the hands that had gently released all the restraints for him. He took a deep breath. He didn't want to wake up and face the never-ending nightmare.

After who know's how long, Yue Wuhuan threw his eyes open, remembering where he had smelled the fragrance of the medicine. He slowly turned his head and looked at the round table next to him, but saw that Medicine Master Xianzun was attentively making changes to the cursive writings on the table. He was frowning, his expression serious, as if thinking about something bad. There was also a familiar spirit bead in the silver plate next to him, and it became obvious that he had been given to another guest to be played with.

Yue Wuhuan’s phoenix eyes shrank. The rumors of the perverse and evil deeds of the Medicine Master Xianzun appeared in his mind, but he was not afraid. Whether he was willing or unwilling meant nothing under the control of the spirit bead. Besides, his broken body was no longer worthy of being cherished. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and struggled to get out of bed, but a sharp pain came from his shoulder, which made him dizzy and he fell right back down. Song Qingshi never had any distractions when he was researching. He heard the movement and found that the patient was awake. He was afraid that Yue Wuhuan might have moved his body and reopened the wound. He quickly reprimanded him with a stern tone: "You, go to bed right away! You are not allowed to get off for ten days!"

This stern technique was a secret taught by the head nurse of the hospital. It had a good effect on treating patients who didn't follow the doctor's advice.

"Ten days?" Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He couldn't help but look at Song Qingshi up and down. The more he looked, the more he felt that his appearance was deceiving. He had been with guests for many years, and he was used to seeing many lustful scenes, but he never would've guessed that this person had such prowess in the bed. . .

Seeing that he hadn't gotten back on the bed, Song Qingshi put down his pen, walked over and picked him up with his own hands.

Yue Wuhuan remained unmoved, stretched out his hand and gently hugged his neck. Hot fingertips touched his cool skin, as smooth as cool jade, and the clear and clean scent of medicine wrapped around him gently like if he was in a dream. Yue Wuhuan couldn't help but shake for a moment. He chasticized his heart for still not knowing how to behave, then resumed his usual posture, and breathed out ambiguously: "I hope that Xianxun will take pity. . ."

"Don't worry, I will." Song Qingshi put him back on the bed carefully, then pulled the blanket up. He wrapped him up tightly, and solemnly told him, "The valley is wet and cold. You have a mortal body so be careful of the cold and stay under the blanket. Keep your hands and feet tucked in and don’t kick off the sheets."

Yue Wuhuan had never seen this trick in bed before and was at a bit of a loss.

"You;re a patient now. Let me tell you about your situation." Song Qingshi turned back to the table, picked up a stack of paper covered with words. He nervously pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and read with a smile, formulating his tone. "The patient is Yue Wuhuan. There are three lacerations from the right shoulder to the chest, which are 18 cm, 14 cm and 12 cm long. The right shoulder bone is fractured, and the suprascapular artery has been ruptured. The right elbow has a skin contusion. The left and right wrists have skin tissue bruises, the left and right knees are bruised along with the left and right ankle tissue. The buttocks skin has soft tissue lacerations. There are signs of drug abuse in the body and potentially drug addiction. Do you understand?"

Yue Wuhuan only felt that his stiff smile must look increasingly forced. The more he thought about it, the crazier everything seemed. All he could do was nod his head and pretendto understand.

"Very good." Song Qingshi felt that what he said was both detailed and easy to understand, and began to recite the preliminary treatment plan. "Your dantian and meridians have been destroyed, and your body is seriously damaged. Your body is too fragile right now to use stronger medicine, so you cannot take Rejuvenation Pill, Gather Breathe and Disperse Pill, All Creation Pill or the Bone Growth Pill. You need to be treated with mortal medicine first, and then treated with the Six Meridian Rejuvanation medicated bath. Then you'll take the Rising Dragon Pill and Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill."

Yue Wuhuan finally understood what he was saying. These pills were common immortal medicines, and he had also taken it when he was seriously injured.

The All Creation Pill and Rising Dragon Pill were worth thousands, and he had heard that the poster of Jape Pearl Tower's Lord had used it for his own treasure.

He didn't know what the Six Meridian Rejuvanation medicated bath was, but the Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill was the treasure of the immortal world. It is made of ten thousand year-old blood lotuses. There were only nine in the world and only few know where their locations. He only knew that the master of Xuanji Palace had used it and ascended to Fen Shen; the lord of Fluttering Snow Fortress turned against his Daoist companion and killed him and his wife to win the treasure; one appeared in the Qizhen Pavilion auction, and it was won by the owner of the East Sea Langya Pavilion with hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones. For some reason, Jin FeiRen wasn't able to participate in the auction. He always brought it up as one of the greatest regrets in his life.

If it were described in mortal terms, it would be like saving a beggar on the side of the road and saying that you would give him precious delicacies, golden houses, jade horses, and billions in wealth. FInally, you tell him you'll give him the fade seal of the country and all lands under the heavens. Only an idiot would believe these claims.

Yue Wuhuan laughed but his heart was cold. He basically confirmed that Song Qingshi was just toying with him.

He had also encountered many such sweet talkers, pretending to show compassion for some and pity for others. All he wanted, though, was to coax his slaves to play this game with him. He only lusted after his dirty body, in the end.

Song Qingshi finished off with some final closing words: "Don't worry, as long as you follow the doctor's advice and cooperate with the treatment, you'll be cured."

"Okay," Yue Wuhuan's phoenix eyes showed a bit of flattery, and he replied in a sultry voice: "This slave depend on Xianzun for everything. . ."

"I almost forgot." Song Qingshi looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered something. He put on the animal skin gloves again, picked up a luminous bead the size of a goose egg and placed it in a strange, long, tube-shape lampshade. Then he sat on the side of the bed, leaned over and looked at Yue Wuhuan. He gave him a serious warning: "This may be a little uncomfortable, please bear with me."

Yue Wuhuan smiled self-deprecatingly. He let the phoenix eyes show waves of desire, and he relaxed his body, waiting to be played with.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand and opened his eyes, illuminating the inside of the eyes with the luminous bead. He carefully observed for a while, then whispered: "The problem of the lacrimal secretion system is not visible on the outside, so I still have to do a colored dye inspection..."

Yue Wuhuan: "???"

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The Ever Handsome and Always Charming Dean Winchester

Title: The Ever Handsome and Always Charming Dean Winchester

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: Everyone :)

Tags: fluff

Summary: Just a cute little something I wrote for a friend :) @thebridgekid <3 A perfectly simple Dean and Cas wedding!

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*** My works are not to be posted on any sites without my permission! But comments and reblogs are love! <3 Please and thanks!!

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Cas looked around the church they were standing in while they waited for the man they were there to meet, one of the Fathers of the church. It had been a while since he had been in one, since he had been in a house built for his father, at least not since he had decided to take off and leave his creation to fend for themselves. Being back inside one was… odd, to say the least. He was still angry with his father for leaving, for abandoning them when they needed him the most, and all those years before he had taken off while the planet almost died several times over.

“Agents,” the Father they were waiting for walked up to them, “how can I help you this fine day?”

“We were wondering if you could give us some information on a member of your church,” Dean spoke, easily slipping into his agent persona, “Mark Marsden. He went missing a few days ago and was last seen here. Just wondering if we can ask you a few questions.”

“Of course, Agents, if you'll follow me to my office we can speak there.”

The Father led them through the church and through another set of large double doors, the room on the other side packed full and decorated to the nines.

“I'll ask you to be quiet as we pass through,” the Father whispered to them, “one of our young couples is getting married. We’ll keep to the side and sneak into the back.”

They both nodded, following the Father back to his office, but as they did Cas kept his eyes on the scene at the front of the church. He watched as they passed as everyone in their seats had their eyes glued to the couple at the front, many of them dabbing tears from their eyes as the Pastor spoke of their joining in the eyes of God. As they reached the front of the room where the Fathers office was hidden at the back, Cas remained outside the door while Dean went inside to ask the questions he needed to ask, and watched the remainder of the ceremony. He stood silently at the side and listened as the young man and woman recited their vows to one another, the longing he could see in their eyes as they did reminded him of green eyes staring back at him.

Dean finished up with the Father and left his office just in time to catch the end of the wedding, and just in time to see how intensely Cas was watching it all. The couple at the altar exchanged rings, and it didn't miss Dean's eyes when Cas clasped his hands together, very clearly rubbing his left ring finger as he did. And as the wedding came to a close, Dean's eyes were on Cas as the couple kissed to seal the deal. Cas had yet to take his eyes off of them, and the way Cas was staring at them when they kissed, there was something in his eyes that Dean had never seen before, a look that had him wondering if maybe…

The couple pulled back from each other and the church erupted in cheers and whistles as they walked hand in hand down the aisle and outside, their guests following them out. It was enough to pull Dean out of his mind, so he pushed off his spot on the wall and walked over to nudge Cas with his elbow.

“Ready to go, man? We gotta go tell Sam what we found out.”

Cas just nodded and followed Dean out of the church and back into the impala.

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They found themselves back in the church not too long after. They had gotten another small lead on their suspect from before, but they needed the Fathers help again, so here they were. Though this time the church was empty. The wedding party had long since filed out, surely to head to their reception, but Cas found himself being drawn to the altar at the front, standing at the bottom of the stairs just below it. He was only a few steps away from where the young couple had been standing not too long ago, professing their love for one another in the eyes of his father.

“Well, the good Father’s not here, no one is actually. We must have just missed everyone…” He stopped, finding Cas standing there, staring up at the flowery archway with that same strange look in his eyes from before, “Cas…?”

“The idea of being joined with another being,” he began, eyes not moving from the archway in front of him, his voice almost a whisper, “to prove the strength of your bond, in front of the eyes of my Father... It's one that I never thought would matter to me but, after watching the wedding today I find myself feeling that perhaps it does matter to me.”

“Cas,” Dean smiled to himself as he moved closer to Cas, standing beside him now, “are you, in your own weird way, asking me to marry you?”

Cas still didn't turn to look at Dean, but let go a small smile himself, “I know my Father is not truly here, but wherever he is, he is always watching, listening. And our bond, Dean, is stronger than any bond ever formed or created in this universe. If any bond should be recognized by the eyes of God, it should be ours.”

“So you are asking me to marry you,” Dean reached out and took Cas’s chin between his fingers, turning him to face him finally, “so why don't we do it right now then?”

“Right now?” Cas quirked a brow at him.

Dean shrugged, “You want to prove our bond in the eyes of God right? And like you said, he's always watching. So whether we do it here and now, or somewhere else, who cares?”

“But there is no minister to officiate the joining.”

“Do we really need one?” He asked, and Cas tilted his head in this typical Cas fashion that Dean loved so much. “The whole point of having a minister is because they are connected to God, right, but you're an Angel, one of God's children. I don't think it gets any closer to God then that.”

“So right here, right now, just the two of us, you wanna get married?”

“If you want to, Cas, then yes,” he nodded, his smile growing brighter and wider with every second, “we don't need anything big or fancy with hundreds of people we barely know. Just us, that's all we've ever needed.”

Dean took another step closer to Cas, laying his head gently on his as he asked, “So, do you want to marry me, Cas?”

Cas’s smile grew so impossibly wide he thought he might explode. Never had he ever thought he would be here, about to marry the love of his life. “Yes,” he breathed against Dean's lips, “I do want to marry you, Dean.”

“Okay then, let's do this.”

He turned and held out his arm to Cas who took it instantly, and then he walked them up the few steps to stand at the top under the archway. Once they were there, he turned and took both of Cas's hands in his own and readied to make this Angel his in their own private little ceremony, just the two of them. Little did they both know, it wasn't as private as they had originally thought it was.

Sam had entered the church not too long after Dean and Cas had. He saw the impala out front and knew they were both still there, and had walked in just in time to see the two of them walk up the steps together, and come to stand face to face under the archway. He had come to tell them that he had found a major break in the case and that they no longer needed the Fathers help. But when he found them up there together like that, holding hands and very obviously doing what he thought they were doing, he didn't have the heart to interrupt what he thought was a very long time coming. So he opted to stay quietly at the back of the room, and leaned against the wall to watch unnoticed by them.

“So,” Cas spoke after a few moments of just staring at each other, “where do we start?”

“Let's skip the, ‘we are gathered here today’, and jump straight to the vows.”

Cas nodded eagerly, “I would like to go first, Dean.”

Dean smiled at his eagerness and nodded in return, “Sure thing, Cas.”

Cas squared himself and took a deep breath, holding Dean's hands a little tighter in his as he began, “Dean, I knew from the moment I laid a hand on your soul in hell that I was lost. I have been alive for millenia, and yet in all my many years, nothing has ever changed me the way you have in such a short time. The brightness of your soul, and the strength of our bond have made me into a better Angel then I ever thought I could be. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me finally feel loved and whole. I wouldn't be who I am right now without you, Dean. I love you.”

Dean wasn’t one to cry at these kinds of things, not usually, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little choked up at Cas’s words. He knew that the Angel over the years had caused a monumental change in himself, but he never realized how much he had done the same for Cas.

“Ok, my turn,” he cleared his throat before he spoke, holding tighter to Cas’s hands and feeling the tears welling in his eyes, but he didn't care, “in my life I have thought, many times, that I knew what true love felt like, but as soon as I saw you walking through those barn doors for the first time, I knew that all those other times I was so very wrong. The profound bond we share is something I have never felt, ever, in my entire life. And I don't think anyone, past, present, or future, will ever be lucky enough to feel the way we do, how strongly we do, through that bond. And I know it took me a long time to admit it, because we both know I'm a stubborn ass, but I have always known that I never want to be without you, Cas. I'm not the same when you're not around, I feel empty when you're gone, even if it's just for a few hours, I never want to be without you. And with you in my arms forever, I know I will be the happiest man on Earth. I love you, Cas.”

Neither of them could resist any longer as the tears forced their way past their last defenses, streaming down their cheeks. “And now?” Cas forced past the lump in his throat.

“And now,” Dean let go of Cas's hands for a second to wipe at his eyes, then to reach down into his pants pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. Cas’s eyes went wide as Dean opened it to reveal a beautiful silver ring, with a feathered line of black running through the center. “I've been carrying this around for a while now. I made it myself, but I wasn't sure if weddings or marriage was something that was for us, so I haven't said anything yet, but I was going to give this to you regardless of what we decided, at some point when I got the nerve up to give it to you,” he shook his head with a light chuckle and pulled himself out of his rambling, then held out his hand, “anyways, give me your left hand, Cas.”

Dean’s shaking hands reached out to take Cas’s and clumsily slipped the ring on his finger. He admired it on Cas’s hand for a moment, before bringing his hand up to his mouth and pressing a light kiss to the ring. Cas smiled at the action, bringing his hand up to his face to admire the ring himself before something dawned on him that kind of upset him, “Dean, I do not have a ring for you.”

“It's alright, Cas,” he shook his head, still smiling at his Angel, “I don't need one.”

“But,” he frowned looking down at the ring on his finger, “this ring symbolizes that I am the other half of your bond, you have nothing to symbolize that you are the other half of mine.”

“Okay, how ‘bout this then,” he took the ring off his right hand that he always wore, and gave it to Cas, “we’ll use this one as a placeholder for now, and then when we get back to the bunker you can make one like I did.”

Cas smiled and accepted the ring, slipping it onto Dean’s left hand, copying Dean's action and placing a sweet kiss on it. “There, now everyone will know that you and I belong to each other.”

“And now we have one more thing to do,” he took both of Cas's hands in his again and pulled him a little closer as he asked, “Castiel, do you take the ever handsome and always charming Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do take you, Dean,” Cas took another step closer, now chest to chest with Dean, “and do you, Dean, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I definitely do, Cas. And now I pronounce us-”

“Wait!”

“What?” A small surge of panic shot through Dean.

“Last names,” Cas stated so simply, and Dean let out a breath of relief and a slight chuckle, “I don't have one, what do we do?”

“What do you want to do? It's your call.”

Without any hesitation, Cas blurted out, “I want to take yours.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” Dean whispered and leaned in to press their foreheads together, “in that case, I now pronounce us husbands, Mr Dean and Castiel Winchester,” Cas smiled at the use of his new full name, “and now I’m gunna kiss my very handsome groom.”

“Please do.”

Dean took no time in closing the small gap between them and pressing his lips firmly against Cas's, his husband. And as his lips moved in perfect sync against Cas’s he couldn’t think of anything else except finally, finally Cas was his husband, finally they were married, and finally he was Castiel Winchester. Forever his Angel.

Sam had managed to remain quiet and unseen for the entire little ceremony. It was perfectly Dean and Cas, a secret wedding, just the two of them. And even though Sam wasn't supposed to be there, he was honoured that he was able to bear witness to the most perfect wedding he had ever seen.

He stood there long enough to watch them seal their joining with a kiss, and when it was obvious that they weren't going to be separating anytime soon, he decided to slowly back out of the room and let them have their time together. Besides, while they were distracted with each other, he had some work to do.

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They stayed in the church for a while, standing under the archway, kissing, holding each other, calling each other husband. Dean wasn't sure how long they had been standing there when things started to get a little intense. Their kisses turned heated and hands were starting to wander, so Dean pulled back from Cas who chased him with his lips, and was disappointed when Dean pulled back even further. “Cas, wait a second,” Dean laughed at the whine he let out while still trying desperately to get to his lips, “Cas, let's go back to the motel, we can lock Sam out and have a mini honeymoon.”

Cas stopped trying to chase after Dean and pulled back to look at him. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at him and all he could do was nod enthusiastically while practically dragging Dean towards the front doors of the church. “Yeah, let's do that!”

“We should let Sam know that we are married now,” Cas added as they exited the church and made way for the car, “but after our mini honeymoon.”

Dean stopped dead in the middle of the parking lot, causing Cas to jerk to a stop beside him and look at him with a furrowed brow. “Something tells me he already knows,” he groaned and ran a hand down his face.

Cas turned away from Dean and looked over at the car, and yeah, Sam definitely knew. The impala was completely decked out from hood to trunk. There were white streamers and paper doves all over the hood and roof, the entire ground surrounding the car was littered with confetti, empty beer cans from the trunk had been strung to the bumper, and the back window was painted with the words ‘FINALLY hitched!”

They slowly walked up to the car, not exactly sure what to do about it, or how to even get in. Dean eyed a piece of paper stuck under the windshield wipers, and just as he grabbed it the devil himself drove by in his own car. He honked wildly at them as he passed, waving his hand out the window, then sped off down the road and out of sight.

Dean just shook his head and groaned, “Oh god,” as he opened the note and read it out loud, “Honestly, it's about time guys! Seriously! I'm really happy you both finally did this. I stopped by the church to tell you guys that I had a new lead on the case but I ended up being just in time to see your private wedding, and now you have an official witness. Also, don't worry about the case, I got this one. I made you two a reservation at an actual hotel in town, the Royal Stay Hotel, in the honeymoon suite, you can check in any time. The reservation ends Monday afternoon, so enjoy your four days off! Have fun newlyweds! Love, sam."

“That was very nice of him,” Cas looked up at Dean, trying to gauge his reaction and smiled when Dean did too.

“Yeah, it was. We’ll call and thank him later, but right now I just want to get you to that hotel room and get this honeymoon started!”

“Should we get going then?” Cas smirked at him, giving him the same wiggle of his eyebrows that Dean had given him before. Dean just laughed and opened the door for Cas to get in, then ran to the other side to hop in.

He put the car in reverse and turned to pull out of the lot, and got a look at the back seat, “Oh my god,” he sighed, but couldn't even help the laugh that escaped him, encompassing his whole body as Cas looked back too.

Sam had not only taken the time to decorate the outside of the car, but also the inside. There was more confetti and streamers in the back seat, along with bottles of champagne, several cases of beer, and a very unnecessary amount of condoms scattered all over the back of the car.

It took them awhile to stop laughing at the state of the back seat, both had tears streaming down their faces before they were able to catch their breaths again. And after their fit of laughter, Dean leaned over the seat to put his hand around the back of Cas's neck and pulled him in close. “You know, he is right about one thing.

“What's that?”

Dean smiled, leaning in to rub his nose against his husband’s, “Finally.”

“Finally,” Cas agreed, and moved in to kiss Dean soundly once more, before taking his hand while Dean drove out of the parking lot.

End

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A/N: Hope y’all enjoyed it, always more to come <3 And if you wanna be tagged for furture Destiel posts just let me know <3

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Lukadrien: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Five

Read it on AO3: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Five: Unity

Rose spent the morning dragging Adrien around the town at the center of the enchanted wood, helping him shop for new clothes and other personal items.

Adrien bit his lip nervously as Rose produced gold coin after gold coin to pay for their purchases. He wasn’t sure how much the goods were worth in mortal money, as he had never had to pay for anything before in his life, but he had the feeling that this shopping trip was expensive, and he was beginning to feel guilty.

“Rose,” he called tentatively as they left the second tailor’s shop. “Is there any way I could get some sort of employment, do you think?”

Rose arched an eyebrow at him. “I mean…maybe. I wouldn’t recommend it, but… Why do you ask?”

He lowered his head and his voice. “I just feel really bad. I didn’t mean to become a financial burden, so…I was hoping there was some way I could earn money to pay the family back and contribute somewhat.”

Rose openly laughed at the idea, reaching up to give his ear an affectionate tug. “Oh, Dri. You’re so cute. No, no, no. There is absolutely no need for you to go get a job. Just learn how to do practical things like cooking and cleaning and fixing things and help out around the house. That’s more than enough.”

He was very tempted to take her at her word and let it go, but he still felt like he wasn’t doing his part in comparison with everything the Couffaines were doing for him. “But…I’m sure it costs a great deal of money to keep an additional person fed and clothed. Are you certain I’m not a financial drain on the family?”

She laughed again and shook her head. “Dri, Anarka is clan leader for this whole district. We have plenty of money. Even with all that we’ve spent today, there’s still more than enough left for us all to live very comfortably for decades to come.”

Adrien’s eyes went wide, and he stopped walking. “Wait. You mean… Is Anarka, like…the queen of the fairy kingdom?”

“Not the whole thing,” Rose snickered, endlessly amused by her new mortal brother. “We don’t really have royalty. At least, not in this country. We have Parliament and a Prime Minister here. Anarka is kind of a big deal, though. She’s the appointed representative for this whole district, our ‘clan leader’. She runs things for the area, makes sure that resources are distributed fairly, mediates disagreements…that kind of thing. When all the clan leaders get together to discuss policy matters, she goes and represents our district, so…I don’t know if you humans have anything like that, but that’s what Anarka does.”

Adrien nodded in awed silence, rolling the ideas around in his mind as they began to walk again.

“So, you’re not a burden,” Rose summarized, tugging him towards a third tailor’s. “Come along. We need to get you an outfit for the ceremony tonight.”

Adrien was incredibly nervous as Rose helped him get ready for the ceremony.

She went over the proceedings several times with him, slowly walking him through every step so that he would know what to expect and what would be expected of him.

It still didn’t prepare him for how beautiful the ceremony was and how emotional the whole thing made him.

After sunset, along the bank of Anarka’s lake, the fair folk of the district gathered, seated in rows with a wide aisle between the two sections, not unlike the main aisle of the chapel on the castle’s grounds back home where Adrien was supposed to have gotten married to some duke or another’s daughter.

The clearing was lit with floating orbs of light that looked like fireflies or stars hovering overhead. The trees had been draped with blue, green, and yellow ribbons, and a canopy of vibrant flowers was suspended as if by magic over the spectators.

Anarka was waiting at the end of the aisle to perform the ceremony, dressed in her official clan leader robes.

Luka, looking somehow even more ethereal than the day when Adrien had met him, walked down the aisle first, accompanied by Juleka who proudly carried the red ribbon that would be used to tie Luka and Adrien’s hands together to symbolize their unity.

“Our turn,” Rose whispered once Juleka and Luka had reached Anarka, slipping her arm through Adrien’s and coaxing him down the aisle.

Adrien knew that hundreds of eyes were upon him, but he couldn’t feel their judgmental stares. All he saw was Luka: radiant, handsome, beaming, lovestruck Luka who was looking at Adrien as if he were the sole reason the sun rose in the morning and the stars came out at night.

Adrien floated down the aisle in a trance, and once he reached the end, Luka pulled Adrien into his arms, giving him a squeeze and letting their foreheads rest against one another for a private moment that lasted an eternity.

“Love you,” Luka whispered, not caring who saw how besotted he was with this mortal boy.

“Love you too,” Adrien chuckled, savoring this little pocket of time.

Too soon, they pulled back so that only their hands were joined, and Anarka started the traditional rites.

Anarka spoke for several minutes about love and partnership and respect and supporting one another, but Adrien didn’t hear any of it.

He was too busy drowning in Luka’s presence, trying to memorize the exact shade of aquamarine of Luka’s eyes, the tilt of Luka’s lips as he smiled lovingly back at Adrien, the way the mystical firefly light highlighted some parts of Luka’s face and cast others in shadow, the warmth and weight of Luka’s hands in his own…

Adrien only realized that Anarka had stopped talking when she cleared her throat, looking at Luka expectantly as she silently laughed with her eyes.

“Stop ogling your prince and recite the pledge already,” Juleka prompted with a fond eyeroll.

Luka gave a start and blushed as he came back to himself. He took a deep breath and bashfully recited, “I pledge myself to you, to be your partner in all things, to be your support and your shelter, to forever be on your side, never to trick or deceive you, and to respect and love you always, in this life and the next.”

All eyes turned to Adrien who took a shaky breath and nervously repeated the vow.

His voice cracked, and Luka gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.

They shared a tender smile, and Adrien finished strong with utter conviction in the words, “to respect and love you always, in this life and the next.”

The final part of the relatively quick ceremony (Rose had explained that this was because the afterparty was the main event for the fair folk and that the dancing, drinking, and feasting typically went on until dawn) was the tying of the hands.

Juleka stepped forward and held out the red ribbon to Anarka who gently wrapped it round and round Luka and Adrien’s intertwined hands, saying, “The string of fate now binds you together. You are one. Remember the oaths you pledged one another today, and do no purposeful harm, always act in the other’s best interest, be faithful and true, and never let anything come between you. You are one. Your mate is your other self. Remember that well so that you do not destroy yourself from the inside out. You are one.”

“Now kiss!” Rose stage whispered excitedly.

Adrien stepped in, pressing his mouth firmly to Luka’s ready and willing lips.

Luka responded eagerly as the applause of the gathered crowd faded into the background unnoticed as the couple focused every fiber of their attention on one another.

Slowly, Luka pulled back and gave Adrien’s cheek a reverent lick before carefully leading Adrien back down the aisle.

Adrien happened to catch glimpses of the expressions of some of the creatures who had gathered to celebrate their union. Some looked bored or indifferent, and others were scornful, but the majority of the faces Adrien spied as they made their exit seemed to be wearing positive expressions.

Adrien hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect. The fair folk he’d met earlier that day on his shopping trip with Rose had seemed pleasant enough, but the way Juleka had talked about the idea of Luka marrying a mortal and what the community would think hadn’t left Adrien optimistic…but maybe things would be okay after all.

They made it to the end of the aisle, and Anarka, Rose, and Juleka soon followed to help them untie their hands as the congregation started to file out on their way to the afterparty.

Adrien was introduced to over a hundred people and had a hard time keeping up with names, but most people were nice and repeated their names several times without being asked, and Luka and Rose made sure to say people’s names over and over throughout conversations to help Adrien out.

The banquet was delicious with dozens of dishes spread out on a long table by the lakeside that seemed to magically refill itself whenever the serving trays ran low.

The firefly orbs hovered overhead, and the guests gathered around bonfires to eat and mingle, giving the clearing a warm, cozy atmosphere.

Luka stayed close at Adrien’s side the majority of the night, but he occasionally got pulled away by some important person or another who had known him since he was a child and wanted to talk to him one-on-one to impart sage advice. At those times, Rose swooped in to play chaperon so that Adrien was never without a familiar face.

Adrien slowly began to feel like he had his feet under him as the night went on, and he even started to make friends. Ivan and his sweetheart Mylène were trolls from the foot of the mountain not far off from Anarka’s lake, and Ivan had been playing in a band with Luka, Rose, and Juleka for some time. Mylène was close friends with Juleka and Rose and very sweet and welcoming to Adrien.

It turned out that Alya, a fox spirit, was extremely curious about human beings and had often snuck away to visit the town surrounding Adrien’s castle. She and Adrien had a long discussion about human customs that Alya had always found fascinating but never understood.

Kim (a selkie), Max (a nix), Alix (a lamia), and Ondine (a siren) came from a lake on the other side of the trolls’ mountain and were all in some kind of polyamorous relationship with one another. They were very friendly, and Adrien had a good time talking with them and watching as Kim and Alix competed with one another, seeing who could eat more bite-sized yuzu tarts in one minute, who could fit more dates into their mouth at once, and who could swim more laps of the lake. Ondine joined in this last contest and won.

Adrien decided to participate when they competed to see who could swim down to the bottom of the lake the fastest. He lost by quite a bit, but everyone gave him credit for his efforts despite being at a clear disadvantage.

They were all laughing on the lakeshore when Luka found them.

“Do you guys mind if I steal my mate back from you?” he chuckled, smiling proudly at the fact that Adrien had managed to make friends.

“Actually, we’re thinking about annexing him,” Max joked, and his mates all joined in, affirming this assertion.

“Not funny,” Luka snorted, reaching down to pull Adrien up to his feet. “Mine,” he announced, wrapping his arms around Adrien and nuzzling his neck possessively.

“Luc,” Adrien chuckled. “They’re not serious. Relax,” he coaxed, turning around in Luka’s arms to give his cheek a dutiful lick. “You’re the only one for me.”

“Aww,” Ondine and Rose chorused while Alix made gagging sounds at the romantic display.

“Go ahead and go do nasty, couple-y things,” Kim snickered, waving them off. “You have our blessing, but know that we’ve got our eyes on your sexy human boy.”

“You are so crude,” Max sighed, shaking his head in fond exasperation as he patted Kim on the shoulder.

“Come on, Love,” Luka called gently, tugging Adrien away.

“It was nice meeting you all!” Adrien called back to them. “We’ll have to hang out again some time.”

“For sure!” Alix answered for them all.

“I’m glad you’re making friends,” Luka remarked as he led Adrien away from the crowd, into the woods.

“Me too,” Adrien chuckled giddily. “I think I mentioned before that I wasn’t really allowed to interact with peers much back at court. I mean, Chloé and Kagami and Lila were kind of sort of my friends, but…it was more in name only most of the time. Chloé and Kagami were a little closer to me, and we did connect sometimes, but…I didn’t really feel like I could be my true self with them. Their expectations were a little restrictive. I was really only myself in front of Nino and Marinette, but the crown prince isn’t really allowed to hang out with his guard and his seamstress, so… It means a lot to me to finally be able to freely interact with people,” he summarized.

“I’m so glad that you’re finally getting this opportunity,” Luka stressed as he came to a stop in a small clearing where the glow of the bonfires and fireflies just barely reached.

Adrien took a moment to look around curiously in the dim lighting. “So…what brings us here?”

“Nothing in particular,” Luka explained, sheepishly scratching at his cheek. “It’s just a secluded place, and I haven’t been truly alone with you since we left our room this morning, so…can you really blame me for wanting to be alone with my—what’s the human word for it again? Husband?”

“Husband,” Adrien agreed, pulling Luka into his arms and giving his throat a slow lick.

Luka shivered, letting out a low nicker of pleasure.

“I love that sound,” Adrien hummed happily.

“I’ll be sure to make it more often,” Luka chuckled, nuzzling Adrien’s hair.

“Mm,” Adrien agreed contentedly, savoring the sensation of having Luka in his arms. “…I feel like I’m living in a fairy story.”

“Is that a good thing?” Luka had to wonder.

“Mmhm,” Adrien confirmed. “In the stories my mother used to tell me, the princess always escaped from her evil stepmother’s clutches and found her prince and lived happily ever after. Now, here I am escaping my father’s plan to make me miserable and force me to be just like him, marrying my kelpie prince, and on my way to living very, very happily with him.”

“I’m not a prince, though,” Luka chuckled.

Adrien rolled his eyes. “Clan leader’s son. Whatever. Same difference.”

“Not really. My mother is an elected official,” Luka clarified, delighting in teasing his mate and seeing him pout. “The power of her office doesn’t extend to me.”

Adrien looked up at Luka and glared, “Orpheus, stop poking holes in my personal fairy story with your dumb facts. I’m trying to be a starry-eyed romantic over here. Where’s Rose?” He looked back at the crowd of revelers, trying to spot his sister-in-law. “She would get it.”

“I get it. I get it,” Luka protested, pulling Adrien back in close. “I was just teasing. I’m sorry.”

“Meh. I guess I forgive you,” Adrien snickered. “But only because it would be lame to be mad at you on our wedding night.”

“I thought last night was our wedding night?” Luka chuckled. “Didn’t we get married yesterday?” He hummed as he ran his fingers over the impromptu ring that Adrien still wore.

“Yes,” Adrien decided in a measured tone, “but tonight is too. Yesterday we celebrated like my people. Today we’re celebrating like your people so that it feels legitimate to both of us; therefore, we get two wedding nights.”

Luka bit his lip as he considered Adrien’s words. He pulled back to meet Adrien’s gaze as he hesitantly remarked, “You seem a little insecure about the legitimacy of our union. Are you okay, or is this something you want to talk about, or…?”

Adrien looked away, training his gaze on the party guests. He breathed a deep sigh as he replied, “…I don’t know. It’s just that almost all my life I knew I didn’t like girls like I was supposed to. I was always so scared that someone would find out, and I was always so jealous of the princesses who had been born ‘right’ so that it was okay for them to fall in love with and marry princes, so… Where I come from, what I feel for you is wrong. Expressing our love together is a crime, so…if you were a human like me, this wouldn’t be possible. I couldn’t be your husband, and we’d have to sneak away together in shame and hope that no one ever caught us because they would kill you and lock me up in a tower until they found some suitable woman to marry me off to, so…”

Adrien took a big breath and looked back at Luka with tears beading in the corners of his eyes. “So, yeah. I’m kind of insecure about the legitimacy of our union because, where I come from, our union isn’t legitimate. I never thought I’d be able to have this with someone I love. I thought I was doomed to be alone and miserable my whole life, but…”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Yeah. Being able to have a wedding and be treated by the community as a real couple is a big deal for me. I’ve wanted this so badly for so long, and I’m scared stiff that someone’s going to take it away.”

“No one is taking me away from you,” Luka promised, stepping in and resting his forehead against Adrien’s. “You heard what my mother said during the ceremony, right? You and I are one. The string of fate binds us together, and no one is capable of severing our bond. Not even your father. We’re safe, Little Prince. No one can break us apart.”

“Oh,” Adrien breathed, relaxing into Luka’s hold.

“Mmhm,” Luka whispered. “You’re mine now. Always. Just like I’m yours. We’ve got the rings on our fingers and the bite marks on our shoulders to prove it, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Adrien mumbled tiredly, setting his head down on Luka’s shoulder. “You’re right. We’re safe, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely,” Luka assured, gently rocking Adrien from side to side.

They stayed there for a long time, holding one another and swaying in rhythm to the music coming from the clearing just beyond the trees.

Luka eventually began to hum along, and the calming sound of his husband’s breathy vocalizations nearly lulled Adrien to sleep as all tension left him.

“Hey,” Luka called softly, causing Adrien to stir.

“Hm?”

“Dance with me,” Luka entreated. “Teach me a human dance.”

“A human dance?” Adrien chuckled.

“I’ve seen humans dance before, so I know you do it,” Luka playfully accused. “Don’t play dumb with me, Little Prince. Show me your cultural practices.”

“I’m not a very good dancer,” Adrien excused himself perfunctorily, “but I guess I could try teaching you to slow dance.”

“Slow dance?” Luka echoed, intrigued. “Okay. Sure. Show me.”

“Here.” Adrien took Luka’s right hand in his own and guided Luka’s left hand up to rest on Adrien’s shoulder. He placed his right hand at the small of Luka’s back. “This is a standard dance hold. Now, all we’re going to do is step-touch with our feet back and forth. See?”

Adrien slowly stepped to the right and touched his left foot to the ground before stepping back to the left and touching with his right foot.

Tentatively, Luka joined in, mirroring Adrien.

“Okay. I think I’ve got it. Now what?” Luka prompted after several rounds of step-touching.

“Now we move,” Adrien informed with a smile, using his hands as leverage to guide Luka into a turn. “Just keep step-touching and follow where I lead you,” he instructed and found that Luka was a quick study.

“We’re dancing,” Luka laughed gleefully as Adrien carefully guided him around the clearing.

“Yep. You’re a really good student, Orpheus,” Adrien praised. “…Do you want to try leading now?”

“May I?” Luka questioned with a tentative eagerness.

Adrien readily nodded and stopped to change the positions of their hands. “Just lead me where you want me to go with a gentle pressure, and I’ll follow.”

Luka pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in concentration as they began to move. He was hesitant and careful, almost as if he were afraid of hurting Adrien.

“Luka,” Adrien called softly, “You’re not going to break me. I mean…you could if you wanted to, but you don’t, so you’re not going to. I trust you.”

Luka’s teeth sank deeper into his lip. “I worry that you trust me too much sometimes.”

Adrien shook his head. “You worry too much.”

“That’s what Juleka said,” Luka sighed.

“You weren’t so careful yesterday when we were in bed,” Adrien baited and did an internal victory dance as his husband’s face flushed scarlet.

“That… You…” Luka struggled to produce sentences. “Naughty human.”

“Very,” Adrien agreed with a devilish smirk.

“Hush. We’re dancing now,” Luka pouted, proceeding to lead Adrien around the clearing more assertively.

“There you go,” Adrien praised, proud at how quickly Luka was picking up the steps. “It must be a musician thing. You’re really good at this.”

“Maybe,” Luka allowed. “But aren’t you a musician too? You said you played the harpsicord, didn’t you?”

“Meh. I’m just a hobbyist,” Adrien deflected with a shrug. “You’re the real musician in this marriage.”

Luka hummed thoughtfully. “We Couffaines are all musicians. Music is in our blood. Maybe it’ll rub off on you.”

“Hm… I’d like that,” Adrien decided.

“…Teach me another dance?” Luka requested after they’d been going for some time.

“Maybe some other time,” Adrien answered apologetically. “The rest of the dances I know are kind of complicated. It would take a while to explain the figures, so we wouldn’t be able to actual dance right away, and I want to keep dancing with you.”

“Oh, all right,” Luka relented. “But I’m holding you to it.”

“Sure,” Adrien agreed. “Maybe you could even teach me some of your people’s dances too.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Luka assured. “The fair folk adore singing and dancing and merrymaking.”

“Then, I’ll show you a different version of the slow dance,” Adrien proposed, stepping in and circling his arms around Luka’s neck. “Put your hands on my waist,” he directed, and Luka complied. “Now, we just sway from side to side and shuffle our feet around a little.”

“Not a very exciting dance,” Luka started to chuckle but then abruptly stopped laughing as Adrien came in closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Adrien purred. “It’s a nice, simple dance.”

“I like this dance,” Luka reported.

“This is the first time I’ve ever enjoyed it,” Adrien sighed, laying his head down on Luka’s shoulder. “Usually, it’s just a hurtful reminder of how I’m broken…when I’m at banquets and have to dance with women,” he elaborated.

“You’re not broken, My Love,” Luka cooed into Adrien’s hair. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

“I’m finally starting to believe that,” Adrien whispered. “It’s just…all this time, I was told that people like me were sick and disgusting. I guess there’s still a part of me that believes that lie.”

“Your society is what’s broken,” Luka insisted, squeezing Adrien tighter. “It’s okay, though. You’re safe here, and day by day it’s going to get easier to believe that there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s going to get easier.”

“Yeah,” Adrien breathed softly, melting into Luka’s embrace and trying to let go of all the baggage that had continually held him down throughout his life.

They swayed gently from side to side, enjoying this stolen moment together for as long as it would last.

Eventually, they slowly pulled away and gazed at each other with pure love in their eyes.

“Want to head back to the party?” Luka suggested, tipping his head back towards the clearing by the lake where the revelers were still eating, drinking, and dancing like it was their occupation.

Adrien shook his head, an impish smile peeking out from around the corner of his lips. “I want to head back to our room. Like you said earlier, we haven’t really been alone all day since we left our room this morning, and I want my husband all to myself.”

“Oh,” Luka snickered, eyes flickering with mischief. “Well, then. That can certainly be arranged.”

Adrien pursed his lips, cautiously inquiring, “We’re not going to offend anyone by sneaking off, are we? I don’t want to start my life here off on the wrong foot.”

Luka shook his head with a knowing smile, taking Adrien’s hand and leading him back towards the lake. “Trust me, so long as there’s food and wine and music, ninety-nine percent of our guests won’t care.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed slightly. “What about the other one percent?”

Luka chuckled. “That would be Maman, Rose, and Juleka, and Maman and Rose would find the reason for our truancy amusing.”

Adrien nodded slowly in understanding. “And Juleka already hates me anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Luka flinched, shooting his mate a pleading look. “She doesn’t hate you, My Love. It’s just very complicated…. Please give her time.”

Adrien bit the inside of his cheek.

It sure felt like Juleka hated him, but…how did he really know what was going on inside his sister-in-law’s head? Luka had mentioned that she’d been traumatized by her interactions with humans when she was very young, and Adrien could plainly see why she didn’t want her brother marrying a mortal. He could understand some of the reasons why Juleka potentially didn’t like him, but that didn’t make her rejection of him hurt less.

Still.

Adrien was the cause of the Couffaines’ lives being turned upside-down, and yet they were treating him well and attempting to adapt. Rose had outright befriended him, and Anarka was trying her best despite her misgivings. Juleka wasn’t friendly, but she wasn’t making his life hell (which it would be well within her power to do) either.

The Couffaines’ reception of Adrien was far warmer than Luka’s would have been at court if their roles were reversed and Adrien had brought a kelpie fiancé home.

The least Adrien could do was be patient and give them time.

He forced his lips into a small smile and nodded dutifully. “Okay,” he acquiesced, giving Luka’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll do my best. She did say yesterday that it was nothing personal, so…she’s probably just worried about you. I can tell she really loves you.”

Luka returned Adrien’s forced smile with a genuinely grateful one. “She does, and I love her too. I’m very close with my sister, so it makes me sick to think that my relationship with one of you could drive a wedge between me and the other. I know it’s very difficult for the both of you, but…if you two could just keep trying, it would mean the world to me.”

Adrien stopped to pull Luka in for a bolstering kiss. “Don’t worry, My Love. I would never do that to you, and if Juleka really does love you, she wouldn’t either. You’ll never have to choose between us. Okay?”

Luka placed a grateful kiss on Adrien’s forehead, affirming, “Okay. Thank you, Adrien.”

A jolt went through Adrien at Luka’s use of his real name, coursing through his veins and spreading out across his entire body. He pulled Luka in for another, rougher kiss, whispering, “Anything for you,” against Luka’s lips.

Luka hummed into the kiss, loving when Adrien’s buried assertive nature came out. “We really need to get home now.”

“Agreed,” Adrien sighed longingly, employing all of his self-control not to pounce his husband then and there on the lakeshore.

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lawandorderforevercsi · 4 years

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Their Feelings Chapter 4: Wedding

Disclaimer: I don't own Forever, the show belongs ABC.

May 19, 2017

It was seven pm, and their wedding reception was in full swing full of music, dancing, food and of course the alcohol.

During the planning, Henry found out that Jo's and Sean's wedding was at City Hall and with minimal financial help. Henry knew this time Jo deserved the best of the best. He suggested they have it the Ritz Carlton Hotel. Jo protested, but Henry said, "We all live frugally, but sometimes it is good to indulge. It is also my job to make your dreams come true."

There were two groups of guests. The first group included her mom, her sister Gabriela's plus her family, Abe, Hanson, Reece, and Lucas. The only family who didn't show was her brother Emiliano. Emiliano decided not to come because he was upset that not Jo nor Gabriela nor his mother would talk to their father or visit him. It hurt at first, but she decided that immediate family and work-family she come to love and depend on was there and that was what mattered.

The second group was the extended family, like the cousins she never knew she had and relatives that she hadn't seen so long ago. They all asked about Henry, and she stuck to the story that Henry and Abe were business partners.

As they celebrated, Jo observed Henry as he mingled with the guests. Her love for him was unexplainable. Not like she wanted to explain it, she just knew it was true love. Yes, she did love Sean, but this love was on a whole different level.

As the party continued, Jo smiled as she remembered the vows they had just promised each other a few hours ago.

As they stood at the altar, Jo smiled as she saw how Henry stared at her. She knew that she made the right choice in the gown, which showed not only some leg, but it was off the shoulder, hugged her body, and show off her figure, which she knew Henry loved. She was glad she decided to forgo the veil and used a flower tucked behind her ear, like when he proposed. Then again, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He looked so handsome and debonair in his tuxedo while it was the causal version of what she had seen in her dream a few years ago.

The minister said, "Now Jo and Henry have written their vows they would like to recite to each other. Go ahead, Jo."

Jo squeezed Henry's hands and began, "Henry, after I lost Sean, I thought I would never find love again. Then I met you at the morgue for the subway collision case. You unnerved me at first, but they quickly grew to admiration and trust as time went on. After our partnership nearly came to an end, I am glad it didn't. You demonstrated there is that love can be found I can love again even when I didn't think it was possible after Sean's death. While that trust was almost broken for good, I am glad it wasn't. Henry, my love for you, will only grow from here on out, I love you forever."

Henry smiled. He took one hand up to her face and, with his thumb, wiped a tear that was falling down Jo's beautiful face. Henry inhaled and exhaled and started talking, "Jo, like what you said, I too thought I was never going to find love ever again after Abigail. But at that moment you came to the morgue, and while I was amazed at your beauty, both inner and outer, and most importantly, your intelligence. I stayed away for a long time because I knew you were still in mourning. But it wasn't long before I realized how much I had fallen for you. Jo, in front of our guests and the minister, I swear to you my love and loyalty."

She was shaken from her trance when she saw trouble brewing. The trouble was in the form of her cousin, Consuela Villagara. Consuela (or Suela to her family) was big flirt. While she was attracted to intelligent men, she attracted the wrong type of man every single time. This time she was all over Henry (as she had done the same with Sean).

With determination, Jo marched over to the scene in question. She said in a slight menacing voice, "You know Suela, you need stop coming on to married men, especially if they are married to me."

Consuela jumped back and acted like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar, "But Jo, how is it you always find the good ones, first Sean now Dr. Morgan?"

Jo softened and said, "You need the confidence to find a man worthy of you."

With that, Jo was able to lead her husband away. When they were far enough away, Henry swept his wife up in a kiss that showed his undying love. When they parted lips, he said, "Thanks for coming to my aid. I was beginning to think I would never be able to escape her clutches."

Jo looked at her husband. She whispered, "My pleasure Dr. Morgan, just need to be even more careful…"

With her fingers in his hair, she said in a voice dripping with sensual intent, "…especially, you are mine forever."

Henry had breathed deep. He was most certainly looking forward to their wedding night and their honeymoon. After exchanging another heated kiss, they returned to the reception. Now hours later, after more cake cutting, dancing, and bouquet toss and garter. It was at this time they noticed that Consuela and Lucas gravitated towards each other and after they were recipients of the respective tosses. Both Henry and Jo knew they would need to keep an eye on the two, just in case.

After being showered with rice, they were finally on their way to start their lives as Dr. and Mrs. Morgan. The moment they entered the elevator, they were on each other, kissing with light feather touches and caresses. Thankfully their ride up didn't make any stops, so they continued in their blissful make-out session.

When the elevator dinged, Henry broke the kiss but held on to Jo's hand. He leads her to the room. When they reached the door, Henry brought out the key card and handed it to his wife. With his arms around her, Jo opened the door. However, before they could enter, Henry said, "I believe it's my first duty as your husband to carry you over the threshold."

Before Jo could say anything, Henry swept her off her feet and carried over the threshold. Before he set her down, hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the front knob, closed and locked the door. Turning to Jo, he walked to her and pulled her in for a sweet and loving kiss. Jo wrapped her arm around him and deepened the kiss. A few moments later, she broke the kiss and whispered, "I am going to go and get ready for a surprise that is for your eyes only. I won't take long."

While his wife freshened up, Henry began to get ready for their night. He had just taken off his formal wear when he heard, "Oh Mr. Morgan, are you ready for your surprise?”

When Henry followed the voice to the room went in, his mouth dropped. Jo is sitting on the petal decorated bed in an erotic position wearing revealing lingerie. The top barely covered her chest matched with barely there panties. Not that it mattered as he was about to take it off of her.

He quickly shed the last of his clothing and was only in a muscle shirt and a tight boxer, got on the bed, pulling her to him and crashed his lips with hers. Jo responded quickly and wound her arms around his neck and soon had her hand in his dark brown hair. Henry was no slouch as he let his hands roam and had his hands all over her body. When a need for air came about, he said in a teasing, "Tonight Mrs. Morgan, I will show you just how much I love and adore you."

Now fully aroused, Jo whispered, "Go ahead, Mr. Morgan, I am waiting."

Nearly three years after their initial meetings, it was them stopping the dancing and giving into their feelings that led to their happy day as they now look forward to the new chapter in their lives.

A/N: Thanks for reading the second chapter of "Their Feelings".

#forever #jo martinez #Alana de la Garza #henry morgan #ioan gruffudd

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rnr-guitarist · 4 years

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Spiders and Stuff - 5 Years Later

So I decided to write this because @su-seuls asked me what happened between Jae and Elle. Here you go darling, this is what happened. Hope you all like it even though it’s short.

“I can’t believe you let the girls talk you into a double wedding.” Jae tells Brian as he fixes his tie, Jinyoung makes a noise of agreement from across the room where he’s trying to coax Sungjin into drinking some water. “Why are you so nervous, Jin? You and Birdie have been together for almost seven years.” Jae props his hands on his hips and stares at the witch with a raised eyebrow. “I know but you never know what could happen with us. I’ve already lost her once.” Sungjin says, tears forming on his bottom lashes causing all three of the other men to roll their eyes. As Brian opens his mouth to say something, there’s a knock on the door and Dowoon pops his head into the room. “Are the idiots - I mean grooms ready? Eomma says it’s time.” He grins when Brian and Sungjin glare at him and Jae turns with a grin. “Thanks, pup.” Dowoon nods and withdraws his head.

“Well let’s go.” Jinyoung ushers the three out of the dressing room and down the hall. Jae wraps an arm around Brian’s shoulders and grins at him before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Not a damn thing is gonna happen today. There is enough fire power in this building that nothing could possibly go wrong.” Brian nods, his shoulders relaxing as the four of them enter the hall and make their way to the altar. “The music for the girls will start any second now. I hope you boys are ready.” Elle says from where she stands in between the boys and Jae can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks in the midnight blue dress that Shyla and Kyla had agreed on for the maid of honor. “Sungjin got teary eyed again and I’m a little worried about Bri keeping his normal shape but otherwise I think we’re good.” Jae grins at his girlfriend, who laughs and pats both Brian and Sungjin’s arm.

“You two will be fine, it's just Shyla and Kyla.” She grins mischievously before stretching to place a kiss on Jae’s cheek as the music starts.

“Get in place.” She orders quietly and the boys move quickly, ending up with Brian and Jae on the left of Elle while Sungjin and Jinyoung are on the right. They all turn to the doors, as they open, to see Shyla and Kyla walking down the aisle with Wonpil in the middle. They’re wearing matching lacy dresses with sheer veils and Jae can see both Brian and Sungjin tearing up so he reaches up to pat Brian’s shoulder. The three walking down the aisle stop a few paces from the altar and the girls look slightly confused.

“What are you guys doing up here?” Kyla asks, glancing from Jae and Brian to Sungjin and Jinyoung. “Yeah. We’re marrying each other.” Shyla says with a grin as the entire hall laughs at the expressions on the boys’ faces. “Wait…” They say in unison causing everyone to laugh harder. "We're just kidding." Kyla announces hastily upon receiving a glare from Elle. Both girls kiss Wonpil's cheek before taking their places in front of Brian and Sungjin.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…" Jae tunes out the rest of what the minister is saying in favor of watching Elle smile. He's brought back to reality by the sound of Brian reciting the vows Jae had helped him write and tries not to laugh at how choked up his best friend sounded.

After the four of them had said their vows and were officially married, Shyla leans around Brian to pin Jae with a look. "You're not gonna chicken out right?" She asks and he feels his face pale, knowing what she's referring to. "Would you shut the fuck up, Shy?" He almost begs when Brian glances between the two of them. "You're gonna do it right?" Kyla insists, leaning around everyone in her way and Jae sighs deeply. "Yes, I'm gonna do it. Now will the two of you shut up?" Jae glares between the two girls, who both shrug at him. "We just don't want all our planning to be for nothing, Jae." Shyla says as Brian finally raises his eyebrow at her. "Am I missing something?" He asks in confusion causing both girls to grin at him. "Lots of things, sweetheart." Shyla replies, reaching up to pat his cheek as Sungjin and Jinyoung snort.

"Come on. Let's go." Jae changes the subject and offers his arm to Elle. "What do you have planned, my love?" She asks, wrapping her arm around his and letting him lead her after the newlyweds. "I have nothing planned, beautiful. I can't say the same for the girls." Jae grins at her and she rolls her eyes. They all finally make it to the room for the reception and take their seats. "This is beautiful." Jae hears Jackson mumble to Mark and Youngjae from the next table and smiles to himself. It had taken him, Wonpil and Dowoon almost six hours to decorate the room and he was glad it had turned out well.

"So we decided," Kyla starts addressing the guests. "That the speeches would be said before the caterer brings out the food." Shyla finishes and Jinyoung stands up to make his speech. Jae can't help but laugh as Jinyoung makes fun of Sungjin for being a crybaby. When Jinyoung sits back down, Jae wipes his sweaty palms on his tuxedo pants and rises from his seat.

"I wanna start by saying congratulations to Brian and Shyla as well as Sungjin and Kyla. I'm happy for you all. When Bri told me he'd bought a ring, I was surprised not because he was gonna propose but because I thought he already had. Sungjin even having a girlfriend to begin with was a surprise but Birdie is good for him. They eat the same amount so…." Jae trails off as everyone starts laughing. "Bri and Shy have been together for over a decade and Sungjin and Birdie have been together for almost seven years and I'm really glad they finally got hitched." He glances at the four of them to see Brian and Sungjin misty eyed and Shyla and Kyla moving their hands for him to continue.

"So that should be the end of my speech but there is one more thing I have to say. Five years ago, a lot of things happened that I'm not gonna get into because I don't wanna but the one good thing was that I met the most beautiful woman." He pauses to glance over at Elle, who is giving him a murderous look. "We saved each other's lives and by the look on her face right now I may not live the night." He grins when everyone starts laughing and goes to pull her up. "Elle, I love you and would like to spend the rest of my life with you." He pauses again as he pulls a small box from his pocket. "Will you marry me?" He asks, dropping down to one knee in front of her. She stares at him for long enough to make him fidget before a smile breaks out on her face. "Yes, of course, you idiot." She pulls him up and kisses him before he can slip the ring on her finger and everyone cheers.

#day6 #day6 dowoon #day6 jae #day6 sungjin #day6 wonpil #day6 imagines #supernatural au #mafia au #jae x oc #brian x oc #sungjin x oc #dopil #got7

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June 12, 1898, (L/N) Mansion

"Charades, Daniella." You repeated for the third time that day as you waited for Roselle and Maria to finish doing your hair. "Charades."

"I know!" Your best friend, Daniella, answered playfully as she picked up the lace veil from your vanity table.

"Why am I the bride, again?"

Your fair friend shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. "Victor is the groom. Naturally, you must be the bride."

"It doesn't make any sense! We're just playing charades."

"Exactly!" She exclaimed as she took a closer look at you. "You look gorgeous."

"Wait, is there any other way to - ?"

"No!" She cut you off, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. "The poet is waiting, let's go!"

You had no choice but to let your friend lead you towards the living room where the others were waiting. Dressed in an exquisite white dress made of frills, and lace, and silk, and your hair in the most exquisite style that was all the rage as of late, you nervously went down the staircase, thinking about what Victor would say when he saw you like this.

Ah, yes, Victor,...

The moment you merely thought of his name, your mind went in total shambles.

The man has been acting,... not so normal these past few days. You would always catch him staring at you at the corner of your eye. He spent more and more time with you than with the others. The poems he read to you during the last few weeks were all about love and nothing else. Even the letters he sent you were longer than usual. And when you do look into each other, he would look at you as if you're the only person that mattered, and no one else.

It's as if,... you have somehow become the apple of his eye.

Of course, you didn't want to jump into conclusions and assume that he loves you, no. What if you're wrong? Then, you'll be the one who'll end up hurt and embarrassed.

However, despite all that, you felt cold and empty without his company. You felt so sad every time he bade you farewell for the night. And you felt so, so happy when you're spending time with him.

Yes. You were completely magnetized by the man, and you didn't know how to stop yourself from falling for him any deeper. He, like the rest of your father's guests, would leave after the summer festivities. He would go back to London where he lives. And there, he would find another woman he would love and would love him in return. Then, he would forget about you.

The thought of him loving another woman hurt you so much, like something heavy was crushing your heart.

As much as you hated it, you must end this. Victor must know about this,...

You were brought back to reality when you heard the cheers of the guests who've been waiting for you. You looked up, saw their happy faces, and felt nervous all over again.

But, what did make you even more nervous was the presence of the handsome man waiting for you next to the makeshift altar comprised of one small table and some chairs in the middle of the vast room.

His emerald eyes gleaming, his smile ever so enchanting, you felt yourself melting like ice under his warm gaze filled with pride and adoration.

Ah, there it was again, that strange sensation in your chest and stomach every time he looked at you,...

"Here you go." Daniella whispered as she carefully placed the lace veil on top of your head. Then, she linked her arm with yours and with gentle steps, she led you towards the altar where Victor was waiting.

Strange, you thought. It really felt like a true wedding.

And the man you came to love was waiting for you there,...

Ah, charades,...

The moment Victor took your hand in his, you two were made to stand, by your giggling friends, led by Daniella, of course, on some makeshift platform made of pillows and cushions.

And then, the ceremony began.

Turning the pages of an old Encyclopedia on herbal medicines, one of your friends, who was playing as minister for this special event, cleared his throat and started uttering the vows.

"Do you, Lord Victor Blake, take Lady (Y/N) (L/N) as your wife? Do you promise to love and to cherish her above all else, to care for her, to support her through thick and thin, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"

Victor turned his eyes towards you. Gently holding both of your hands in his, he recited the words that seemed to ring clearly like a bell all over the place.

"I do," He began. " ... take Lady (Y/N) (L/N) as my wife. This fool will love and cherish her above all else in the world. I promise to care for her, to support her through thick and through thin."

For a moment, you thought he forgot the rest of the words. However, when his grip on your hands tightened a bit and his gaze on you seemed to intensify, he spoke once more.

And his words,... made you truly emotional.

It's as if,...

... this was all real, and not just charades.

"If falling for you is a sin, then I refuse to repent." He said, his deep voice making you feel warm all over. "Like a river that flows to the sea, or a fool rushing in, I have fallen deeply in love with you. I cannot help myself from falling in love with you, my dear darling (Y/N). I will stay with you, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. And I shall never stop from loving you, even after my death. My soul shall seek yours, and we will be together again,... in our next lifetime. And the next. I will always love you, my dear, beloved (Y/N). Until the end of time."

For a moment, you felt your eyes burning at those incredibly breathtaking words.

You wanted to ask him, are those words true? Will you really love me despite everything? Will we be together again in our next lifetime?

Will you really love me until the end of time?

You were brought back from your reverie when you realized that the minister was done asking you the same question as Victor's. It seemed that your mind has gone elsewhere as he spoke. And who could blame you?

With a slightly audible hum, you answered, "I do,... take Lord Victor Blake as my husband. I promise to love and cherish him above all else. I will take care of him and support him. Through thick and thin, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health."

You gulped and forced yourself to look into the beautiful eyes of the man before you despite feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks, giving you a strange and giddy sensation. Then, he gave you the most devilish smirk you have ever seen him make. Oh, he must've seen you blushing so badly, the charming devil! You cleared your throat, tried to get over your embarrassment, and went on with your vows.

"If your soul shall seek mine after death, then I shall wait for you in the next lifetime. Then, the next. I will wait for you, for as long as it takes. J - just,... don't forget about me, alright?"

He chuckled and shook his head, that devilish smirk of his never leaving his handsome face. "Why would I forget my sweet, little lady?"

The minister cleared his throat, fished out something from his pocket, and produced two simple rings made of silver. He offered the smaller one to Victor and gave the larger one to you. And after overseeing the two of you as you exchanged rings, wearing them on each other's finger, he spoke with such loudness and clarity that set the whole atmosphere in a festive mood.

And as the minister pronounced you man and wife, Victor ever so gently laid his hands on your cheeks and gave you your very first kiss.

Your very first kiss!

And it felt,... oh, so good! His lips were so soft and smooth, his movements oh so hypnotic. You even felt your knees giving up on you that you have to cling onto the lapels of his white coat for support. Your hands travelled from his lapels to his black undershirt, his jet - black silk cravat, then to his high collar. And when your hands finally went around his neck, his arms went around your tiny waist, pulling you closer to his warmth, carrying you and twirling you around in happiness.

And then, Daniella started singing with all of her out of tune might! "For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fe - llow!"

"Hey, isn't that the wrong song?!" You heard one of your friends ask.

"I don't care! Victor is a jolly good fellow now!" Daniella, being a really stubborn girl, retorted.

Then, Maria and Roselle, your two most faithful maidservants, joined in the singing as they started throwing rose petals at you and Victor.

"For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fe - llow! Which nobody can deny!"

"Congratulations, (Y/N)!" Daniella told you as she handed you a single stem of a deep red rose.

"Thanks, I guess?" You answered sheepishly as you received the flower from your friend. Since when did charades become so realistic?!

"Alright, stop moving for a while so I could take the goddamn photograph!" The minister barked his orders like a general, making all of you laugh. He was already waiting for all of you to settle down for a nice group photograph but, everyone just couldn't stop laughing because Daniella kept singing the out of tune song for Victor. And Victor? Well, he refused to let go of you from that day onward. Like a real husband to his beloved wife.

It was,... simply one of the happiest days of your life,...

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❄ Three Wishes ❄

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December 31, 2019, Fleminger Estate

Your eyes just couldn't help but scan the sea of faces right before you. Nico has already left you alone, saying she has some important things do. Well, you don't want to bother her or anything but, being left with these total strangers? And without her by your side? It kind of made you feel sick.

And now, your discomfort has only heightened the moment Christopher waltzed in with his very gorgeous and voluptuous date who looked very much like Audrey Hepburn. He was a real charmer, that evil snake. In a span of only a few seconds, he managed to catch the eyes of all the ladies in the room, and his smart attire of white vintage ensemble that resembled that of a Victorian era Doctor's gained the respect of all the men. Well, maybe not all men,...

For there, in the middle of the dance floor, was another man dressed entirely different compared to the other guests. And he, like Christopher, was gaining a lot of attention. But in a really bad way. He was dressed as a cowboy, and he was busting out some Michael Jackson moves that looked so embarrassing and cheesy as hell. And you were ashamed to say that you perfectly knew who that man was,...

"Sorry about that." A stunning blonde dressed entirely in black satin suddenly apologized. Apparently, she, just like you, was watching the whole spectacle from the safest corner of the massive room. And she was just quietly standing next to you the whole time.

"I'm s - sorry?" You stuttered, looking up at her and feeling a bit insecure that a very lovely - looking and absolutely tall woman was speaking with the likes of you.

"My partner." She answered as she pointed at the dancing cowboy, who was now confidently doing the moonwalk. "He is making a huge spectacle of himself. He really wants to win the title of King." With a haughty smile and a slight chuckle, she crossed her arms and shook her head. "As if that would pay all of his debt."

"Would you like to be the Queen, then?"

"Me? Oh, not really, no. But, I think," The blonde mused, then pointed at the woman in Christopher's arm. " ... she does."

"Do you know her?"

"I do. Her name is Lady. She's a fellow Devil Hunter like myself."

That name! "Oh, so that's Lady!" You exclaimed as you observed the brunette's prim and proper movements. She really was a perfect partner for a man such as Christopher, if you're being honest. "I've heard her from V. Wait, if that's Lady, then you're,..."

"Trish." The blonde said, offering a hand to you. "Call me Trish."

"I'm (Y/N)." You replied, taking her hand.

"Ah, yes, (Y/N)! So, I've heard from Vergil. You're V's girlfriend."

"I, ahh," You looked away, your worry for the man going back to plague your mind. " ... not exactly. No."

"Aww, why?" Trish asked with a concerned look. “You see, V is actually really - "

"(Y/N), dear! How delightful of you to come!"

A very obnoxious voice came booming in, and you absolutely despised it uttering your name. Christopher and Lady came towards you and Trish like the royal couple that they were, making you even more embarrassed and uncomfortable. And the moment you laid eyes on him, you felt so sick and heavy, as if something invisible was strangling you and forcing the air out of your lungs. His eyes looking so vengeful, and his smile as sardonic as ever, he looked exactly like the villain that he was.

And it made you despise yourself even more for ever falling head over heels with the likes of him.

"Trish?!" The woman named Lady spoke, startled upon seeing the blonde next to you. "I thought you're not coming!"

Ugh, and his partner sounded so equally loathsome,...

"But, here I' am." Trish answered nonchalantly.

"Wait, don't tell me you're here to snag the title of Queen?!" Lady asked with a forced smile, as if she was feeling threatened of her fellow Devil Hunter.

And this amused Trish. "Oh! Am I?"

"You must be." Lady replied.

"Are you sure about that?" Trish sassed back.

"Ladies!" Christopher interrupted the two before they could grab each other's throats. "You're both Queens to me alright?"

"Thanks, Chris." Lady pouted, crossing her arms as Trish rolled her eyes.

"And speaking of Queen," Christopher began, fully focusing his eyes on you. " ... where is your King? I mean, he's not hiding here somewhere like a shy, domesticated, elementary kid, is he?"

The way he emphasized those words,...

It felt like,... !

"He's not!" You couldn't help but raise your own voice. You just couldn't stand his pride and arrogance.

"Aww, then where is he?"

He,... knows what's going on! "He's,... only gonna be a bit late."

Christopher laughed boisterously at the top of his lungs, making the other guests look at him. And at the same time, you heard some familiar voices whispering not far from where the four of you were.

"I told you I'm not sick, granny!" A male voice argued almost irritably.

"Oh, learn how to play along for once, will you?!" A shriveled - sounding female voice retorted. "Those cops were about to give me a ticket for real!"

"Well, that's because you were speeding past the allowable limit. You're worse than Nico!"

"Oh, shut the trap up and ready that guitar of yours!"

"He's gonna be a bit late? Are you sure about that?" Christopher boomed, making his voice even louder.

And honestly? You were so close to punching that narcissistic smile off his freaking face!

"Oh, maybe he's not gonna show up!" And he went on with his insults. "Maybe, he's - !"

"Ahem!" That man from earlier cleared his throat, successfully gaining everyone's attention, including yours, Trish's, Lady's, and Christopher's. Yes, especially Christopher's. You turned around,...

... and saw Kyrie's boyfriend Nero, not in vintage clothing but in his casual attire, standing a few feet away from you and holding a guitar of all things! And he was actually looking intently at you!

Christopher raised his eyebrow at Nero and was about to re - launch his tirade regarding V's tardiness when the young Devil Hunter started skillfully plucking the strings of his guitar.

"What in the actual,...?" Christopher could do nothing as basically everyone in the room stopped what they're doing and turned to see what was going on.

And the moment a deep, velvety, and clear voice started singing, everything stopped. Even time, itself.

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❄ @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @birdgirl69 , @clevermentalitybeliever , and @v-vic . ❄

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"Wise men say only fools rush in.

But I can't help falling in love with you.

Oh, shall I stay, would it be a sin?

Oh, if I can't help falling in love with you."

Lady and Trish both gasped. Christopher's eyes widened. Even Dante stumbled on his steps.

For there, just behind Nero, was the man, himself,...

And now, he was actually walking towards you as he was singing the song!

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea,

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you."

"This is,... the most curious thing!" Lord Fleminger, who organized the New Year's Ball, exclaimed as he spied on the newcomer from his place on one of the balconies.

"What is?" His balding secretary, who was standing right next to him, asked.

"There!" Fleminger answered, excitedly pointing at the singing man dressed entirely in Victorian era high fashion, who was already making a huge impression on his guests. "Elvis Presley! In the flesh!"

The secretary narrowed his eyes, looking closely at the singer, and gasped. "My God! It is! A Victorian Elvis Presley!"

"Yes." Fleminger nodded in agreement. "We now have,... a potential King!"

"Oh, like a river flows, surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.

Oh, take my hand, take my whole life too.

For I can't help falling in love with you."

You couldn't help but smile as the man tenderly sang the sweet song for you. Who knew he could sing really well?! Who knew he was planning this all along?!

Who knew this would feel oh so familiar to you?!

Those lyrics,...

That song,...

"If falling for you is a sin, then I refuse to repent. Like a river that flows to the sea, or a fool rushing in, I have fallen deeply in love with you. I cannot help myself from falling in love with you, my dear darling (Y/N). I will stay with you, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. And I shall never stop from loving you, even after my death. My soul shall seek yours, and we will be together again,... in our next lifetime. And the next. I will always love you, my dear, beloved (Y/N). Until the end of time."

It's as if,...

... you've heard something so similar before!

Everything about him, his white coat and pants, his black undershirt, his jet - black cravat, even his metal cane which he always carried around!

Him looking like that, and you listening to those words like you were in a wedding,...

You,... have seen this exact moment before!

But, when,...?

"Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you,..."

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 12 #can't help falling in love

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Is it possible for you to do a benverly story we’re it’s there wedding

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The big day had finally arrived. Ben decorated his entire backyard with streamers, a big tent, and a buffet of the most delicious plates of food. It took a while to set up all the chairs for the guests. Talk about a beautiful day. On her first wedding day, Beverly barely had a say in what they could do. Butterflies emitting through her stomach, Beverly fidgeted with her veil.

“You nervous?” Richie asked her, sprouting himself in a nice tux. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off him, constantly coming up behind him and kissing his cheek. Beverly knew that they were the next pair in the Losers Club to get married.

Beverly took another deep breath. The ceremony was just about to start. “I am. But, I’m excited!”

“Hey, thanks again for asking me to be your bridesman.” Richie winked, offering his arm. It was time.

“Only if you let me be your best woman at your wedding,” Beverly teased, kissing his cheek.

They started walking down the aisle. “You’re the only girl loser I know.”

The music started to play. Who knew that Mike was so good at playing the piano. Everybody looked up at Beverly, smiling at how beautiful she was. Bill and Audra smiled at her. Eddie mouth ‘congratulations’ to her to which Beverly reached out giving his hand a tight squeeze.

One seat remained vacant. Right from the start of planning the whole wedding process she and Ben agreed to have an open seat for their fallen Loser, Stanley. Beverly never knew how hard that vacant seat would be to look at until now, feeling tears threaten her eyes.

Ben met Beverly’s eyes, smiling at her when she neared the altar. He was so lucky. For twenty-seven years he held onto that signed yearbook page in the hopes that he would meet up with the girl who was so nice to him.

Mike stood up from the piano and stood at his position as minister. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. Not only was I given the opportunity to be the best man, the piano player, but I am also humbled to marry my two best friends,” Mike recited, smiling in gratitude at the both of them. “We gather here to unite Ben and Beverly in marriage. Their time together, they have seen their love and understanding of each other grow and blossom, and now they have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one.”

Beverly never stopped smiling. That horrible day when she married Tom all she wanted to do was escape. But Tom held her arm the entire time, almost breaking the bone.

She knew that she deserved Ben. And he deserved her.

Then it came time for the vows. Ben looked right into her eyes and started.

“Beverly, you chose to look through me inside of walk away like everyone else. You helped me stay positive, and I want to do the same for you. You are a courageous fighter and I admire that about you. We share the same interests whether it’s listening to ‘New Kids on the Block’ or just talking about childhood memories, I am so honored that I get to share new stories for the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”

Her eyes tearing up, Beverly felt her insides warm. She reached out and held Ben’s hand giving it a squeeze. “Ben, you have taught me how to love myself. I am looking forward to the adventures we are going to share for the rest of our lives. You are patient, human, and you always let everyone speak. Most importantly, you are you. I will always love you whether it’s listening to ‘New Kids on the Block or just coming home after a long day of work and seeing your face. I love you more than words itself.”

Mike went on, “Ben, do you take Beverly to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for ricker, food poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”

“I do,” Ben agreed.

Turning to Beverly, this was the part when Beverly wanted to run away from Tom, forget about the marriage and find herself. But, the sad truth was that she only felt like she could be herself in a relationship where she was belittled. That’s how she grew up.

That didn’t matter anymore. She loved Ben. And he was going to take care of her, love her, and make her feel important.

Beverly nodded. “I do.”

Sliding on the rings, Beverly and Ben held hands waiting. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss.”

The crowd cheered at the beloved couple. This was a day to remember forever.

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Chapter 8: Childhood, stories and role models

A late evening in Midsummer, 1825, Arendelle

King Agnarr's passion for books and stories was legendary. He had been collecting books since the age of five. He had books on all subjects, be it tales of ancient times, philosophy, nature, mathematics, the skies above, the sciences that dealt with the functioning of the world. Not to mention the private histories that he had collected of various people across the world. The lives o great people who lived centuries before him from lands as far as the hermit kingdom of Korea, the isolated lands of Japan, the protectorate of India and the Dutch East Indies (Modern day Indonesia). Stories that appealed to the greater good in all humanity.

Stories of Warlords like Yi Sun Shin, the naval commander who defeated a fleet of nearly five hundred enemy Japanese warships, with only twenty-three ships under his command, using the ingenious turtleships, a fighting vessel of war centuries ahead of its time, when the Japanese invaded in 1592 to 1598, even as he was being hunted down by his own master, the king. Stories of supreme courage to fight against all odds for your homeland, be it the enemy or your own government.

Then there were stories like that of Ashoka the Great, the ruthless emperor, warlord and warmonger whose name meant 'the one who never mourned', whose expansive policies brought all ancient India under his control, save for Kalinga. Said emperor was fair to his people and cruel to his enemies. Said usurper waged war against his hundred brothers when they were between him and the throne. Said conqueror vanquished the state of Kalinga when he declared war on Kalinga, where he was defeated even in victory. The cries of the mauled, dying and mourning forever left an impression on the emperor who hadn't known sorrow ever before in his life, who spent the rest of his life shunning conquest, embracing Buddhism, taking the path of non-violence and allowing his children to abandon their royal titles and become monks to spread the faith. Stories of war, conquest and eventual repentance, sacrifice, forgiveness and redemption.

Tales of extreme dedication and unbreakable vows, like the one taken by Gajah Mada, the Prime Minister of the empire of Majapahit, who swore not to touch spice and experience pleasure until all the Indonesian islands were under Majapahit's control. It took him twenty-one years, but he did it.

Tales of Kings, queens, warlords, soldiers and even a few common people with extraordinary fates.

King Agnarr felt proud to have such stories of such people from around the world. How throughout history, people face similar problems and situations and how they rise to face them. He felt even prouder when he realized that his wife Iduna also loved stories. But the proudest moment for him was when he found out that his children had an even greater passion for reading than him. Elsa and Olva were nearly inseparable, taking great joy in reciting their favourite stories and playacting their favourite characters. The fact that Olva had an almost academic interest in Elsa's ice powers was also found to be very charming by the king. She would often challenge Elsa to make something out of ice, usually a new word or name of an object she just learned, and Elsa usually rose to the occasion and made it as if it was second nature.

'How can you make that, Elsie?'

'I don't know Olba, it just came to me.'

'Is that what a pearl looks like, Pa?' Olva asked her father.

'I'm sorry sweetheart, but it doesn't.' Corrected the king. 'This is a pearl' Said the king as he showed the corner jewel of his ring.

Elsa's face fell as she realized her crystal of ice was not the right shape for a pearl.

Agnarr asked Olva 'Well little one, where did you hear the word?'

Olva replied sheepishly a book 'In this big book, it was the only word I could get.'

Agnarr laughed inwardly as he realised that his five-year-old and three-and-a-half-year-old kids had stumbled upon a book written in middle English. Olva helpfully guided him to the place where she had read the curious word. He read the sentence in all the middle English that he could remember, which was ample in this case. It was a beautiful sentence:

'The smooth pearl doesn't pretend to shine, for it knows that it is close to the heart.'

Agnarr smiled, my kids are too precious.

He sat alongside them and said ' Well Elsa, the shape may be off, but it is a pearl for sure. Your ice is close to you isn't it?'

Elsa replied with a small voice ' I think so?'

'Yes, it is! She makes pretty things all the time. She loves it.' Olva chimed in.

Elsa blushed with a small smile 'It is very pretty, and I like doing it, so I guess it is close to me.'

'It is close to both of us, it is a pearl to us.' Olva added as she hugged Elsa from behind. Elsa didn't admit it, but she loved a good hug. She also loved to mess with Olva at times. She waved her little hands over Olva's head and declared 'I name this: vanilla on black forest.'

'Hey! Not fair Elsie!' said Olva as she brushed the thin snow frosting from her dark brown hair.

'Bahahaha, it's so much fun messing with you.' Laughed Elsa even as Olva stuck her tongue out. Elsa responded in kind with a raspberry.

'Alright girls, calm down, ma's here.' Iduna said as she entered the royal chambers with princess Anna, who had just turned two years old, and was learning to speak her first words.

'Snow!' cried the baby princess as she held her head with both her tiny hands.

'Hey Anna!' Both Elsa and Olva chimed in unison as they were beside their baby sister in no time.

'Hey Anna, want to see something?' Elsa spoke to Anna, always one to ask even though Anna never said no to her.

Elsa waved her hands to form a ball of ice, but the difference was that it glowed with a luminescence of its own, as if she had tamed a star into her hands.

'Whoa! Elsie, that's beautiful' Olva said, clearly taken in by the glowing ball of ice.

'Mine!' cried Anna as she reached out to it with her baby hands. She tried to bite into it, alas she was not prepared for the cold.

'Ow!' She yelped and started crying, as the ball of ice fell to the floor and was smashed into a thousand little pieces.

'Oh no!' Elsa wailed as she grabbed Anna and proceeded to comfort her in her arms. Olva joined in and tried to coo her and made clicking sounds with her tongue to calm her down. Eventually the redhaired princess, a quality she had inherited from her father, managed to calm down and started giggling in Elsa's arms as tears of relief ebbed from Elsa's face.

'I'm so sorry Anna.' Elsa wept quietly, even as Olva had now started to comfort her.

'She's all right Elsa, it was just a little chill.' Olva reassured the platinum blonde.

The king and queen watched the scene play out from a small distance, curious to see how they would handle it. The princesses were all right in the end, the royal couple breathed a sigh of relief.

Agnarr's thoughts drifted back to when they had first gotten pregnant with Anna; Dr. Klaus had advised the king not to conceive so quickly after Olva's birth. However, with the deed done, the good doctor advised the king to go for a caesarean operation when the time of delivery came. The king was vary about the procedure at first, but Dr. Klaus had pacified him by saying that it would be easier and safer for both the queen and the doctor. So, the third child was born and named Anna by them together. Elsa and Olva were almost immediately taken in by their baby sister and made sure to always keep her happy and entertained and make her feel loved.

Iduna's thoughts were drifting too, albeit in a different direction. Sure, this was just a small accident, but who knew what could happen with Elsa's powers. She felt foolish in that moment; there was a time when she was comforting Agnarr in his moments of doubt, and now she felt the same fears, only much, much worse. She prayed to all the gods she knew to please let her children have a normal childhood. To not panic when in moment of vulnerability, to not abandon those who believed in her, not to give in to hate when the world was against her. How could her gifted, cursed child even begin to understand these things, much less take the correct decision when the situation arose?

Well, as her mother, she could cultivate a sense of responsibility in her eldest.

'Olva' Iduna called 'Today you and Anna shall sleep with Pa, Elsa will sleep with me.'

'Aw Ma why?' Anna asked even as Olva, who held her, was already snuggled beside her father.

'I need to talk with Elsa, she needs to know something. Good night.' The queen answered quietly. With that, she left the royal chambers to sleep in her own private quarters with Elsa.

'It's okay Anna, sleep with big sister Olva tonight' Olva said, then gave a small kiss on Anna's forehead as they both snuggled close to their father.

'Are you cross with Pa?' Elsa asked nervously when mother and daughter reached their chamber.

'No sweetheart' Iduna comforted her 'I'm here to tell you a story. I promised to tell you a story when you were ready, remember? Well, I think you're ready now.'

Elsa's face lit up as she remembered 'Oh yes! This should be fun! I'm ready.'

The little princess huddled to her mother's side as the duo settled in for the night.

'So, what's the story, Ma?'

'Well, this is a slightly different story than you are used to, little one. It isn't a story of magic; or of princesses being saved by their princes. No, this is a story of survival and sacrifice. The story of a woman who battled the world to protect her family, even if it cost her everything. It might be a story based on true events.'

'Oh, a true story?' Elsa perked up; true stories were a special occasion.

'Yes sweetheart' Iduna whispered.

Iduna proceeded to tell the story of a girl like Elsa, her real name lost to time. The girl was in her late teens, had powers over water and lived with her family in Avignon, France in the 14h century, at the height of pope Innocent the third's rule in the catholic church of Rome. One year, the rains had failed, and famine threatened follow, leading to peasants dying in the thousands from thirst and rising in protest. The girl stepped forward to help the needy, using her powers of water to help those in need and to improve the scene. The pope did not approve; this girl was going to spoil the carefully laid out narrative he had created to destroy the heretic cathars by citing the drought as god's fury. How dare that pipsqueak stand in his way? To discredit her, Innocent the third branded her as a witch, and sent the papal armies and inquisitors after her. The girl had anticipated this and advised her parents and her little brother to escape as quickly as they could. As fate would have it, she was captured and tortured for weeks on end, as the inquisitors wanted the whole family to be vanquished for the crime of nurturing a witch. But the girl held strong, as her family escaped the clutches of the pope away from France with a heavy heart, the girl was sentenced to burn at the stake. The girl went to her death quite bravely, but her screams as she burnt continued to haunt the memories of the local people for centuries afterwards and in time, the girl was canonized as saint Vida of Avignon. Her parents died from the grief, however her little brother survived and found himself in Arendelle. In due course of time, he became a powerful official, and his descendants went on to inherit the crown of Arendelle.

Elsa listened to the story in stunned silence, and once Iduna was finished with the story, she asked one question 'So the little brother is my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather?'

'Yes, most likely.'

'I wonder what the girl felt as she died, did she feel sad or happy?' Elsa mused

'Why would she feel sad or happy, Elsa? I think she was very scared.'

'Alright, but was she sad or scared that she was going to die, or happy that she saved her family?'

'I think she felt both at the same time.'

'Can you feel sad and happy at the same time, Ma?' Elsa asked. Iduna began to worry that with questions like that, Elsa was not going to go to sleep. Maybe she chose the wrong story to tell?

'You will find out on your own someday, now close your eyes snowflake.'

As Elsa settled down to sleep, she murmured 'I think, if I was in her place, I would do the same.'

Iduna thought, god forbid should the day come, I fear you might have to.

Across the North Sea towards the south, in the Southern Isles

Queen Paulina was reeling with frustration and anger after another attempt at insurgency into Russia had failed. Her trusted aide, one she had personally broken bread with and had appointed in her service, had tried to poison prince Nicholas in order to prevent him from coming to the Russian throne. If it had gone to plan, the military man would die along with the aging emperor who himself was knocking on death's door, and prince Pokhilarpov, the weakling that he was, would be her puppet as Poland would come back to Europe. Alas it was not so, as her vassal had been intercepted and caught by the prince's private guard. At least he had the decency to poison himself to death before he could be questioned, so she was safe for now. Nevertheless, it was a source of anxiety and anger.

Queen Paulina was counting her losses and planning her next move when her son, prince Hans came running and crying to her. He was wet from head to toe, his fine tunic was tattered, and his face was swollen from the beating he had received in a scuffle, blood ebbing from his forehead. In his hand, he held a torn piece of paper that once had been a paper boat. 'Ma!' cried the young prince of five years of age 'Look at what they have done!'

'What are you crying about now?' Asked the exasperated queen. This boy needs toughening up, he never ceases to cry, the insufferable coward.

'I was near the pool, playing with the boat I made, when the triplets came and pushed me into the pool!' The prince wailed.

'And?' The queen asked.

'When I climbed out to fight them, they punched me in the face, tore my clothes and, and me boat.' The prince finished and started crying again.

'So instead of taking out an eye, you came running back to me? What are you going to do in life? Hmm?' Hissed the irritated queen 'I have bigger troubles to deal with than a squabble between toddlers.'

'Please, Ma. Help me' The prince begged as big tears rolled down.

'Not until you stop crying. Even then why should I help you? This is between you and the triplets. Ask help from your elder siblings if you're so desperate.'

'They hate me, I heard them say that they wished I was dead.'

'What?!' The queen screamed, it was not enough that she had enemies all over Europe, now she had these runts threatening her own child? 'Alright, stop crying, I'll take them to task.'

It was a heated conversation between king and queen when she badgered him in front of their children and ministers, in the imperial court. The king had always avoided conflict, so it was natural that he was severely outclassed by his determined wife.

'Please calm down, Paulina, I can't discuss this here. Please understand.' The king pleaded.

The queen would not back down this time 'I'm supposed to calm down?! When YOU've ignored your children and have failed to see that they are at each other's throats?! I'm supposed to care for decorum and understand your position, when YOU plan for an early grave, while your children are waiting to be let loose and go picnicking on each other?! You nurse snakes in your garden, and cry when you get bitten, who the fuck do you think you are?!' The impossibly irate queen finished her rebuke even as the king's officials and ministers quietly bid their leave.

'Please breathe sweetheart, are they not your children as well?' The king tried to pacify and prod his queen at the same time. A spectacularly poor decision on his part.

'My children?! If they were my children, they wouldn't ever dare say such things. Admit it, you are at your wit's end, aren't you? You don't know how to raise your own children anymore, do you? Looks like I'll have to deal with them personally.' The queen finished with a growl, implying dire consequences for those who had stirred her wrath.

The king was terrified. Of all his wives, she was the only woman who had reduced him to such a quivering, pathetic state. He was scared in general of her, but there were moments like these, when he was truly frightened of her. At one point, he was formidable, unbeatable, invincible. This woman had reduced him to a scraggy, whining fool. At one point in his life, he had known how to laugh, now all he knew was fear.

'No, Paulina, please do nothing of the sort, I'll talk to them personally, I promise.' The king pleaded with folded hands.

'You better do so, lest I strip these baboons myself and have them made into shoes.' The queen relented, in her own way.

Outside the courtroom, Janus was in a corner hearing everything with an expression of horror.

An island off Northern Cyprus, the Ottoman Empire

It was a curious place to be sure, the tower was black like obsidian glass, smack in the middle of the dense forest. Who thought a small island could have such a jungle? But the tower had a treacherous secret of its own; if anyone had tried to touch the stony tower in order to climb it, the unfortunate person was reduced to ash and powder in a matter of seconds. If anyone was lucky, they may leave a skeleton behind as a terrible warning to all. At one point the six-year-old girl living in the tower wanted to remove the bones, but her mother advised against it; she may catch a curse herself if she touched the remains. So, the little girl had little in the way of distraction; Maybe paint a bit, frolic around the castle for a bit, trying not to trip over her golden blonde hair even as her hair grew longer than her body, often using the same hair to bring back to life the young birds who had been killed while perching on the tower, while telling them to avoid her mother's vegetable patch.

She loved how the hair glowed like the sun when she read the incantation in her head. She enjoyed seeing the little birds wake up as if from a deep slumber, before flying away. She also loved taking care of the vegetable patch, feeling a great sense of pride when the land produced good legumes. But her mind always wandered back to the remains, how she felt that perhaps, the people lying there didn't deserve to die. Unknown to her mother, she had tried to bring the skeletons back to life, but she fainted, and all she saw was black. When she came to her senses, she found her mother holding her on by her bundle of hair for dear life, her face wet from tears.

It was then she understood, it was too late for them, and she had nearly died in the process of reviving them. Never again would she touch the remains.

All in all, it wasn't a bad life in the tower; she had everything she needed, a soft bed, good food, and materials for creating art. Once she found out how far her mother had to travel for said materials, she appreciated them even more. However, there was one thing that wasn't there in the tower.

The only thing she wanted, was to go outside the tower, to see the world, to get out of the tower. If she was to choose the day she wanted to go, it would be the day the people in the distance let loose thousands of lanterns every year. It was a special day for another reason, the lanterns always flew up on her birthday. Oh, to experience that in person!

She was broken from her thoughts when her mother called out 'Rapunzel! Time for lunch.' The owner of the voice was a dark-haired woman with exotic features, with eyes that revealed a life lived far longer than what the face showed.

The little girl responded 'Yes, Gothel.' It felt strange calling her mother by her name, but if she preferred it that way, who was she to complain?

Oh, this was a big one, I think.

We're getting close!

As always, feel free to tell me how you feel with regards to the story. Love it or hate it, please feel free in letting me know :D

Until next time.

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Vows

Pairing Bucky x reader

Song: Never Stop by SafetySuit

For the beautiful @thisismysecrethappyplace

I hope you enjoy this Ally

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Ally was pacing the room, nervous as hell. Nat was trying to keep her friend calm, but short of tying Ally to a chair, there wasn't much she could do.

"He will be here Ally, trust me. I guarantee he wouldn't miss this. Steve will make sure he's on time, even if he has to kick his ass to do it."

Ally giggled at the image that created. She had no doubt in her mind that Steve would do exactly that to his best friend.

Still, it was hard for Ally to believe this was really happening. She didn't have a lot of friends when she was younger, and not the greatest role models for parents. But, for all that, Ally grew into a strong young woman, and when she became a member of the Avengers, she felt like she had finally found a home. Everyone accepted her, befriended her, treated her like family.

Then she met him.

Bucky Barnes.

He was shy at first, but he was the first to talk to her when she had moved to the tower. It might have been because she had saved his life. Nevertheless, the connection was instantaneous, and everyone noticed the change immediately. It was as if Bucky had become a completely different person. He smiled, he became more social, outgoing, and he looked like a lovestruck teenager whenever Ally walked into the room.

Ally remembered the first time they made love. Bucky was such a gentleman, always asking if she was OK, or if he had been too rough. Truth was, Ally had never felt safer in her life, even after hearing his story. She never judged him. And he treated her like a queen.

No one commented or teased the two lovebirds. They all knew how much each had suffered in their past, and refused to ruin the good that this relationship was doing for all parties involved.

Then he proposed.

Fast forward to yesterday. Just before the bachelor party and the girls night out, they had talked, well very heated whispering. It was their first tiff, and quite frankly, Ally was still hurting. She hadn't meant for the discussion to happen at all. The question had just slipped out.

"Will there be strippers?"

She was 99% sure Steve wouldn't plan like that, and she should trust Bucky enough anyways. But her past wouldn't let her keep quiet. He glared at her, and the low whisper of a reply stung more than the actual question had.

"You really have to ask that?" His eyes brimmed with tears, then he turned and left with the guys.

It wasn't until Steve had phoned Nat at 1:00am, that worry and panic had set in, saying that Bucky had taken off from the bar. No one could find him, and no one had seen him.

Now, half an hour before the wedding, there was still no word. Everyone was looking...Clint, Steve, Tony, Bruce, hell, even T'Challa and Peter had joined the hunt. As the hour drew closer, most returned to the hall, praying the wayward groom appeared soon.

A loud ding brought Ally out of her thoughts. Nat read something on her phone then smiled. "They have him! They are almost here. Ceremony starts in 10 minutes."

Ally nearly fainted as relief flooded her system. She vowed at that moment to never ask him stupid questions again. Nat and Shruti checked her makeup and dress once more, then waited for the knock to signal the start.

Five minutes later, a short knock sounded, and a very well-dressed Nick Fury peeked in. "They're ready whenever you are." He paused when he saw Ally. "You look stunning, Barnes better treat you well, or I'll kick his ass."

The three women giggled, then Shruti walked out first, T'Challa waiting to escort her to the ceremony. Then Nat joined Steve, the best man and maid of honor making their way down the aisle next. Finally Nick looked at Ally.

"Ready?"

Ally nodded. He held his arm out to escort her to the front, to give her away. As they entered the room, everyone stood, and the bridal March began. Ally stole a glance at her fiancé, noting the faint hint of a black eye, and smiled as Nat's words came back to her.

The minister began speaking, and everything seemed to be going well, although Bucky looked rather uncomfortable. Maybe he really didn't want to do this. Tears threatened to ruin her mascara, but she held them back. She had to believe in him.

Then it was time for the vows, and before the minister began reciting traditional vows, Bucky stopped him.

"Um, I know its last minute, but I would like to read something I wrote in place of the vows."

The minister nodded. Ally was sure this was going to be the end. Nausea churned in her stomach as she waited.

Then he spoke.

This is my love song to you

Let every woman know I'm yours

So you can fall asleep each night, babe

And know I'm dreaming of you more.

You're always hoping that we make it

You always wanna keep my gaze

Well you're the only one I see, love

And that's one thing that won't change

I will never stop holding your hand

I will never stop opening your door

I will never stop choosing you, babe

I will never get used to you

And with this love song to you

It's not a momentary phase

You are my life, I don't deserve you

But you love me just the same.

Ally, before all these witnesses today

I promise to spend the rest of our lives

Loving you, protecting you, treasuring you.

I will never leave you, of that you can be certain.

I love you.

Tears were flowing freely now, but Ally didn't care. She smiled and finished the vow, having recognized it from her favorite song, and used it as her own.

And as the mirror says we're older

I will not look the other way

You are my life, my love, my only

And that's the one thing that won't change

I will never stop trying

I will never stop watching as you leave

I will never stop losing my breath

Every time I see you looking back at me

And I will never stop holding your hand

I will never stop opening your door

I will never stop choosing you, babe

I will never get used to you

I love you so much Bucky, always and forever

The whole room erupted in cheers, clapping as the two were pronounced husband and wife. Bucky bent to kiss Ally, his lips warm and inviting, and for a moment, it was just the two of them. When they broke the kiss Ally whispered, "I'm so sorry for last night. I wasn't…"

Bucky stopped her. "I know. And nothing to apologise for. Its already forgotten. How about we go check out the honeymoon suite before the reception? Make sure the bed works?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Ally grinned.

"Definitely. After all...can't have a bed that doesn't work." She whispered.

Bucky roared with laughter as he swept her off her feet and carried her to their waiting suite, and the beginning of the rest of their lives together.

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iwillbeinmynest · 7 years

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An Owed Debt- Bucky x May(oc) Epilogue

Authors notes: Okay this is the very end. I have mixed feeling about seeing this one go but I’m happy with they way it went. Thank you all for your support and for leaving likes and comments and for your reblogs. You guys are the best!

Notes/Warnings: Nerves, fluff, a small mishap with some birds but overall sweetness and fluff. :)

Word Count: 1.4K

Steve gripped Bucky’s shoulders and gave him a light shake. “How you holding up, Pal?”

Bucky rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and huffed. “Okay, I guess.”

Steve chuckled and took a seat on the bench beside Bucky, where he had been sitting and bouncing his knee for the last fifteen minutes. “You nervous?”

“Not for me, for her.” He answered honestly and he wrung his hands together.

“Oh, come on, Buck.” Steve leaned back against the wall and crossed an ankle over his knee. “She’s gonna do great and you know it. Besides, the guy works for us. He’s a great partner for her, the best we’ve ever seen. She’s picky like you,” Steve chuckled. “I didn’t think she’d ever work with anyone other than you but, she choose him.”

“I know it’s just, it’s a big day for her. She’s been anxious all week, she was projecting her thoughts all through dinner last night.” Bucky stared at the floor as his brows slowly pulled together with concern. “What if she’s not ready for this?”

“She’s ready.” Was Steve’s simple reply. He smiled at Bucky before his eyes drifted past him and onto May who now stood in the foyer with them.

Steve stood up and walked to May. He gave her a delicate hug and kissed the side of her head. “You ready, kiddo? Important mission through there.” He winked and gestured at the mahogany double doors behind him.

May smiled up at the super soldier and gave him a mock salute. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Captain.”

“Good to hear.” He grinned from ear to ear. “I better get in there. See you soon.” And with a gentle squeeze of her hand Steve left Bucky and May alone.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as he finally got a full look at May. He rose to his feet with misty eyes and smiled. “You look beautiful, kid.” He whispered and sniffed away his tears.

May smiled and reflected the same misty eyes. “Please don’t cry, Buck. Then I’ll start crying and then I’ll need to fix my make up again and I’m already late-”

Bucky cut her off with a light chuckle. “You nervous?”

May nodded her head in short jerks and she laughed at herself. “More than I’ve ever been.”

“You’re gonna do just fine.” Bucky smiled as he took her hand and hooked it in the crook of his elbow. He lead May to the double doors and they stood there waiting for instructions to proceed.

May took several deep breaths, each exhale shaky and uneven. Bucky just smiled and held her hand tighter. He patted the top of her hand and struggled to keep his own breathing even.

“You clean up nice.” May smirked, her head still forward, fixed on the doors.

“You think so?”

“Mhm.”

There was a bit of a pause between them. Then, Bucky inhaled. “I’m really happy for you, May.”

“Thank you.” She exhaled.

Then, May’s head snapped up to Bucky when she heard the start of her favorite song. “This is it.” She said with watery eyes.

“Please, don’t cry.” Bucky smiled down at her, fighting back his own tears again. “If you cry, I’ll cry. Then, I’ll need to re-do my make up…” He trailed off and they both chuckled.

A woman with a clipboard placed a hand on May’s shoulder and handed her a bouquet of lilies and yellow roses. “When ever you’re ready.” She instructed.

May looked down at her white gown and back to Bucky. “Do I look okay?”

Bucky helped the wedding coordinator lift the thin veil to rest over May’s face and he smiled down at her. “You look perfect.”

Two ushers open the double doors simultaneously and May gasped, holding in the sharp breath she took in.

“Breathe.” Bucky whispered as he helped lead her down the petal littered isle.

Don’t trip, May. Breathe. Don’t trip.

“You’re projecting.” Bucky bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing.

Sorry. She sent him. I love you, Bucky. Thank you for doing this.

Thank me later. He thought, knowing full well that she was listening. Right now, let’s get through the ceremony. First one to cry buys the other a drink.

It’s an open bar. May smiled as she caught Wanda’s eye in the crowd, which seemed infinite. Tony must have invited all of New York. He spared no expense for May and it was the wedding of her dreams.

We can hash out details later. Bucky squeezed the hand on his arm and rubbed his thumb over her skin.

The end of the isle, that had seemed so far away, was now right in front of May. She looked up at her fiance and felt a tear roll down her cheek when she smiled.

Looks like you win. May looked over at Bucky to see him wiping away a rogue tear.

Let’s just call it a tie. He smiled back.

“And who gives away this bride?” The Minister asked with a soft grin.

Bucky took both of May’s hands in his and answered. “I do.” He lifted May’s veil and kissed her cheek before giving her hand to Eric. “Take care of her.” Bucky told him as sternly as he could.

“You know I will.” Eric smiled. He pulled May up to stand across from him and he smiled at her the way a man should; like she was the only person in the room.

Bucky took his seat in the front row between Nat and Steve and Nat patted his knee. “Good job, dad.” She smiled as she lightly mocked him.

Bucky’s eyes never left May and he sat in silence as Eric recited his vows to her and as May said hers to him. He watched as they lit candles and whispered I love you’s while the Minister spoke about the commitment of marriage. He watched Eric slip the ring on her finger and May put his ring on him. Eric said, “I do” with a huge smile on his face and when May did the same, Bucky let out the breath he had been holding.

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

Eric grabbed May’s face and wrapped an arm around her exposed back as he kissed her hard. He lifted her up and spun in a circle as both sides of the isle applauded and cheered. May pulled her face away from Eric’s and giggled with the biggest smile Bucky had ever seen her wear.

Tony had set some doves to release and it was only after they went flying that he realized he shouldn’t have done that inside the church. Steve and Sam shouted and cheered alongside Rhodey. Clint grabbed Laura by the waist and kissed the side of her head, much to the disgust of their children. Vision and Wanda smiled to each other before returning their attention to the bride and groom. And Thor raised Mjolnir to the ceiling and the whole building shook with thunder as he shouted his excitement.

“You okay there, pops?” Nat almost had to shout for Bucky to hear her over the crowd. They both stood from their seats clapping as the Minister announced them for the first time.

How had time passed so quickly? It seemed only yesterday he was helping her piece together her life after Hydra stole it form her. And now, here they were six years later. May was whole again; she still didn’t remember her parents but she knew enough about them to have an idea. She was an Avenger alongside Eric - who worked for Stark - and they really were a great team. May had her own floor of the tower, just below Bucky’s, and after today Eric would move in with her.

Bucky smiled when he remembered just how stubborn the two of them had been towards each other, when they first met. And yet, now, she was the closest family he had left. Bucky clapped with the crowd and caught May’s eye when she scanned the crowded church. She smiled at him and he smilled back.

Eric and May, walked hand in hand back up the isle to their celebration song and Bucky watched her disappear into the crowd.

I love you, Bucky.

Love you, too, May.

He finally looked down at Nat and smiled. “Yeah, I’m good.”

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WARNING: Minor character death in this chapter. Plus some pretty extended foot massage scene for those who may get squicked, haha.

Also a fair notice: this is the penultimate chapter! The one after this will be an epilogue.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The ballroom of the Royal Palace had never looked so grand in all its years of existence. Every available surface was adorned with shimmering green satin, and a grand topiary of each of the Witches of Oz stood in each corner. Some were surprised to notice the fourth was not Ozma, as had been expected, but the young Dorothy Gale. After all, she had no powers of her own. The reasoning had been that she flew in from another world and helped the other witches dispatch Morrible and the Wizard, so she belonged in their ranking.

The wedding itself had been grand, and the gardens did make for the ideal setting. Elphaba recited her vows to Glinda effortlessly, though Glinda stumbled over hers and made such a mess that a few people were laughing by the time she righted her tongue. The Dance of Seasons went off without a hitch, as well as the leg-tying and every other trapping of the ceremony, and they were soon pronounced "Elphaba and Glinda Throppland" to the gathered audience, choosing to combine their names to begin their new family together.

One curious tradition they had observed, confusing many of the gathered nobles, was that they slid a ring onto each other's finger. Many proposed that this must have been a custom when two women were wed, given that this had not been seen very often in Oz — at least, not in an official sense. Women lived together, both for romantic and other reasons, but did not marry to form a family as such. However, there was also a rumour that Dorothy had suggested the gesture.

Queen Ozma herself had officiated, which was also a shock because she was one member of the wedding party, standing quite close beside Dorothy until time to perform her duties. And no minister could have looked happier than she for the brides.

As they spun in a gentle circle on the dance floor, arm in arm, Glinda and Elphaba looked as if they were the only two women left in Oz. All of Elphaba's usual bluster and worry and fire was down to a low flicker, replaced by joy and laughter and a fervent love for the one she had chosen to be with forever. Glinda, as usual, was all smiles, but they were the biggest any could remember.

"Alright!" Glinda called out, unwinding the sash from around her waist. "Who will take my sash?"

"Not I!" called Ozma.

"Nor I!" called Dorothy, looking proud of herself for remembering her role in this ceremony.

"Nor I!" sang Polychrome. She had never looked lovelier, which was really saying something when talking about an actual daughter of the Rainbow itself.

"Will none take my sash?" she asked, as some of the nobles laughed and clapped. "You? Or you?"

Stepping forward on cue, Nessa opened her hands and said, "I, Nessarose Thropp, take this sash from the house of Throppland!" Now the cheering erupted in earnest, and just a bit cheeky, Nessa held it aloft and smiled.

"Good! Let it be known that now, the house of Thropp will become the house of our children if needs be, and theirs ours! We are bonded!"

Once the cheers had finally petered out, Nessa put the sash around her waist, needing Dorothy's help to get it fastened. As she did, she muttered, "Not that there will be children for either of us, anyway."

"Well, I don't know," Glinda mused. "We've been talking about that. And we thought we might try to get- well, it's not a pleasant thought, exactly, but maybe a trusted noble?"

"A baby for each of us," Elphaba added, joining them with a glass of pale green wine for each of them. This was definitely not the pungent liquor which had helped make Elphaba the way she was. "Well, we're still negotiating that, but it seems to be the deal we keep coming back to; one of us will take the first turn, then the other will wait a pair of years until we've adjusted to the one we already have."

"How very businesslike," Nessa laughed.

"Well," Dorothy whispered softly, leading them all a little further from the crowd, "you may… not have to ask a noble."

"What do you mean?" Glinda asked.

"Well…"

This time, Elphaba got a little impatient and laughed, "Well, what? Come on, Dorothy, you can tell us anything."

She only looked at Ozma for a moment, who looked equal parts horrified and bashful. But she was smiling. "I thought we weren't going to mention this until tomorrow!"

"Aw, I know," Dorothy hissed, cheeks bunched. "The wedding an' all. It's their day! But if they want children, well, shouldn't they know right away, on account of not tryin' to find some noble?"

"What, what?!" Elphaba, Glinda and Nessarose all demanded together. The little group got quiet for a moment as they waited for Dorothy to work up her courage. This time, not even Elphaba cajoled her, for she could tell this was near impossible for the girl to say.

"I… I'm, um… I'm gonna have a baby."

There was no immediate reaction. Just sheer confusion and a lot of blinking and glancing between each other. Then Nessa asked, "What do you mean, Dorothy? Where are you getting a baby from?"

"From my belly," she laughed, pushing against her flouncy dress. The bump was scarcely noticeable, but when she outlined it in such a way, it became clear that either she had been eating a little too much and it all chose that area to collect, or…

"You're pregnant?!" Glinda demanded. She was immediately shushed by both Dorothy and Ozma, who were so ruddy-faced they probably could have used their cheeks to fry up a decent breakfast. Lowering back to a whisper, she gushed, "You two! Oh my Lurline Above, this is incredifantabulous news, I- a little baby in the Palace!"

There was much squealing and hopping around in a circle, even from Nessa, who was always wary of jumping around too much lest her silver shoes or anklets come loose and she fall. It was probably the only news that could have made the day of their wedding even better, and Glinda was squeezing and kissing their cheeks over and over. It was Elphaba who first stopped the jumping, puzzlement coming back into her features.

"Wait… I hate to poke holes in the mood, but I don't really understand. How can Dorothy be pregnant? It just doesn't make scientific sense. Unless she's been sneaking down to the Philosophy Club and having more fun than a young woman like her ought to have. After all, she's not my mother."

While Nessa frowned at that statement, Dorothy started to make a few gestures, let a couple of "Um"s slip out as she blushed a deeper scarlet and tried to find her words. Meanwhile, Ozma was conspicuously silent. Eventually, it was Glinda, of all those gathered, who could answer that burning question.

"Oh… you know, I did think I felt something that day, but I thought it would be rude to mention…" Her eyes alighted on the queen. "I didn't imagine it, did I?"

"You did not," Ozma confessed, fingers fidgeting. "And I can't tell you how much I appreciate you not making a big fuss about what happened. I felt awful, and you were always so nice to help me dress, even though you're a Councilwoman and not a staff member. Lurline Above… I didn't mean to trip onto you!"

"It's alright!" she giggled, feeling a fresh flutter in the pit of her stomach all over again as she thought back to the moment she had brushed into the corner of her mind. One warm little squish against her hip had been enough to really get her panicking that day, but eventually, she had told herself to forget about it. All in all, it really wasn't her business what lay hidden beneath the skirts of their monarch, anyway.

But this was new information for the Thropp sisters. Nessa's eyes narrowed, and one of her index fingers came up. "Hold on. Are we saying what I think we're saying?" Dorothy shrugged, still looking very shy about everything. "But… but the Truth Pond! You were changed! Shouldn't it have taken care of- of that, as well?"

"Yes, exactly!" Elphaba demanded.

"Guess the magic in the Pond water figured this was close enough," the queen said with a shrug, though she looked extremely nervous to be confessing to this at last. "Of course… I can imagine if we were able to have Mombi cast a spell to turn me back, it would have taken care of that along with the rest of my body, but that wasn't what changed me. The water just… did what it felt was important to reveal the truth of who I am, and apparently, this one part… wasn't important enough?"

"Apparently not," Nessa breathed. "And now that I think of it, you never did ask any of us for supplies for your time of the month…"

"Jellia asked. And when I had to explain to her why I didn't need any, she seemed… confused, but not shocked or disgusted. Which was quite a relief!"

Glinda folded her arms over her chest and drawled out, "Woooow. Lucky you, Dorothy!" Then Elphaba slapped her upper arm, and she yelped, "Ow! Elphie, that wasn't necessary!"

"Neither is making the poor girl look like vomiting any more than she already does," she chuckled darkly. Which also made Dorothy look worse, but at least the tallest of the Witches was trying to head off the teasing before it started. "Well, I guess everything turned out for the best, since you're on your way to motherhood."

At this, Dorothy finally allowed herself to look excited again. "Oh, I know! Well, I didn't ever give much thinkin' to bein' a mother myself, what with losin' my own so young, but… oh, a little boy or girl all my own, and raisin' her or him right here in the Emerald City? With Ozma? It's… I can't imagine a better place!"

"Agreed," Ozma said with a proud-but-bashful smile. "The child will want for nothing, and have not two, but five mothers. Isn't that the best we could hope for?"

Elphaba squinted at her, still smiling. "Wouldn't this situation make you the father?"

"Perhaps. But I prefer to think that, though I fathered the child, what I am is a mother."

"If you say it is so, My Queen, then it's so," Elphaba told her with a bow. And they were all close enough friends to know that this was not a sarcastic gesture in the slightest. Ozma's smile returned, and she gave a regal nod of acknowledgement.

Suddenly, both of Glinda's hands popped up. "Whoa, whoa, wait. Dorothy… you brought this up, saying that we wouldn't have to find a noble… are you really suggesti- OH MY OZ!"

At this, Ozma finally did lose a bit of her regal bearing as she turned to Dorothy and hissed, "I told you I was thinking-" she poked her ribs "-about-" another poke "-it!" The last one made Dorothy finally squirm away, giggling and grinning like a cat with a canary in its mouth. Which was a look that did not often grace the Kansasian girl's features. "Not that I wanted to offer them the option the day of their wedding!"

By now, both Elphaba and Glinda were looking nearly as embarrassed as the other couple. After a few seconds, Elphaba cleared her throat and said, "Well." She looked as if she would say more, except that it never came to pass.

"Wow, you finally found a way to shut my sister up," Nessa observed with a little nod of satisfaction. "I'm impressed."

"Ozzie, you'd really…?" Glinda fanned herself with her gloved hand, feeling distinctly warmer now and wishing she could blame it on the drink that she had barely sipped.

"Well, I'm not sure!" the queen said, looking quite a lot smaller and uncertain than she had in all the months since she was first revealed to be princess in the courtroom, cheeks nearly the colour of her elegantly-arranged red curls. "It was only an idea! With you two getting married, and Dorothy pregnant, I naturally suggested… that if you did want someone to h-help with… ugh, this is too strange, isn't it? We're good friends, and this seems like the most uncomfortable thing for friends to ever do, even if it would be for an important cause!"

Elphaba patted down the front of her elegant black satin dress as she said, "Blindfolds. Blindfolds and earmuffs, and that's if I even decide I can handle this idea! This is- I can't even think of…"

"Well, I'm v-very flattered by the offer," Glinda attempted, blushing and trying not to feel too flattered by it. This was the last way she had ever wanted to think about her little Ozma! "Maybe we won't have to go about it the way we think we have to, right? There has to be some kind of- oh! Elphie, what if we looked through the Grimmerie and found a spell?"

"A spell to do what? Catch Ozma's-" She paused, struggling for a slightly less offensive word than whichever one had first come to mind. "Ozma's essence without us having to… oh, this is a disaster waiting to happen."

"Let's just agree to think about it," Ozma said firmly, looking even more like she wanted to vanish than she had moments ago. "Alright? I haven't decided if I'm comfortable with having to create it the way we would in the first place, and don't expect you to, either. But… it's an idea, right? If each of you want a child…"

Nessa was smirking as she put in, "You could do a lot worse for a father than a beautiful queen. A mother to father the baby," she corrected, earning her a sigh of relief from the Ruler herself.

"I really didn't want to bring this up today," she repeated, looking earnestly between the newlywed couple. "I'm so happy for the two of you right now! Please, just forget all about it, alright? Enjoy each other, and your new life together, and… and this wonderful ball!"

Glancing down at the ring around her finger, then back up at Elphaba, who still looked queasy at the prospect of taking the steps necessary to create life with Ozma, of all people, Glinda pulled her closer and leaned up to leave a brief kiss upon her lips. "She's right, you know. We should just be happy we have a friend good enough to offer something like that. And that we're together."

"Together…" Elphaba returned the kiss, then smiled. "You're right. As usual."

"Let's go upstairs now. Then we can come back in time to cut the cake!"

"Yes, I do think that's a good plan. Majesty, if you'll excuse us?"

"Of course," she said with a wide smile. "We'll be here."

Elphaba began to move off, then hesitated, pointing a finger down toward Ozma's hips. "You keep that safe and sound just in case we need to make use of it." That made the Ruler's smile disappear into a cloud of blushing the likes of which the Land of Oz had never seen before.

As they ascended the steps of the Palace into the second floor, Elphaba sighed, letting go of some of the odd tension that had been building between her shoulders ever since the topic of children had been breached anew. Hearing it, Glinda patted the hand wrapped around her elbow. "You alright?"

"Of course. Just… well, I hate that we even require Ozma to extend such an offer. Unconventional though it may be."

"You want to be the daddy of my baby?"

"Of course." She had been teasing, so the serious answer surprised Glinda. "Or vice versa. But… I know that's stupid. No sense in wishing for something that's impossible. Even if Mombi's spells were still around to use, and they weren't outlawed and a bad idea to toy with… it would be living a lie to change either one of us into a man."

"What about Ozzie? She's not living a lie."

"No, but she didn't get changed back with a spell of equal intent. Although I suppose the Truth Pond seems to think she's a woman exactly the way she is, and who are we to argue with the Truth?"

"True. I mean, um, yes. But I think she's a marvellous queen, no matter what."

"Obviously." After a moment of contemplative silence, Elphaba asked, "She tripped onto you, hm?"

Glinda squirmed, then whispered, "Don't ever bring it up to her again. Poor embarrassed thing! But yeah, I definitely felt a something down there that couldn't be explained any other way. Just wasn't sure, and didn't want to ask about it, so I… didn't. You understand."

"Not at all," Elphaba laughed. "Afraid I never got close to that particular piece of anatomy so I have no frame of reference."

"Well, neither have I! But there's only so many squishy things that a person can own between their thighs, right?!" As she laughed even more, Glinda pursed her lips and shook her head. "You're so crass."

"I love you," she cooed, leaning over to press her lips into Glinda's cheek. That mollified her a bit. "And I'm only teasing. You know that I don't blame you for withholding that for Ozma's privacy, and that I'm actually very pleased that she would offer to sire our children. It's just… an idea that will take a lot of getting used to."

Shaking her head, she said, "I don't think I can take Little Ozzie to bed. I'd rather sleep with a total stranger."

"Not me. This is much preferable."

"Really?"

"Of course. This way, I don't have to expose myself to someone I don't trust. Also, our child will have the blood of a close friend instead of some idiot noble with whom I'm scarcely acquainted. It's still not something I'm wild about, but I wasn't wild about the other option, either."

"Huh." Glinda had to blink several times. Then she finally shrugged and said, "Those are pretty good points. Just… really weird mental picture, you with Ozzie. Or me with her!"

"Then stop picturing it!" she burst out exasperatedly. Then she leaned in close and said, "Picture me with you, instead. Putting my hands all over your body tonight…"

That did the trick. It got Glinda to giggle gaily all the way to the room that was their destination.

The Wizard — Oscar, as they now knew him — was still confined to bedrest. Several times, he had awoken and carried on a short conversation with whoever was in the Palace to go and speak with him, but then he would lapse into slumber again for days, or weeks. Elphaba had brewed something to help give him strength, but it only mattered on the days in which he was already awake. He had not been awake the morning of the wedding, and the ceremony had to proceed without him. But Elphaba still wanted to greet him on the day she was married to her love.

"Father?" she said in a firm, carrying tone. "It's your daughter, Elphaba."

No answer.

"I've been married today. To Glinda, as… as I told you I would." She gently eased onto the edge of the bed, taking up his hand. Her other darted into the top of her dress, withdrawing a small scrap of paper. "I'd like to read for you the vow I said to her. Maybe you won't hear it, but… if you do, then at least you won't have missed everything."

Glinda wanted to leave them alone, to have their little moment. But she also desperately wanted to hear her wife's vows again, to bask in the sweetness that she normally kept locked up tight within her breast. There weren't many such opportunities.

"'The moment I laid eyes on you, Glinda, I was filled with a feeling I had never felt before. Sudden, and new, and overwhelming. My pulse was rushing, my head reeling… I didn't know what to call it. At first, I was sure it was loathing; what else might I feel for a woman who was everything I wasn't? Jealousy, and hatred. There was a strange exhilaration to it that seemed to tell me I was wrong, but I resisted. So strongly. Until the day I realised that the woman in the other bed was not my enemy; she was my best friend. A sister and adviser who tried to make me popular and beautiful, and failed. But along the way, you showed me something I didn't expect: love, and compassion, and tenderness. You brought me bliss. So much of me is made of what I learned from you. So whatever way our stories end, Glinda Upland… you have completely rewritten mine. And I want to finish ours together.'"

By the end of it, both new wives were crying afresh. Glinda felt her own vows were completely underwhelming compared to hers, sappy lines about comets pulled from orbit and people coming into other's lives for a reason, but during the ceremony, it had made Elphaba's eyes fill with so much love it looked like they might not be able to contain it all. And that was what mattered.

"Oh…"

They both started and looked up at the Wizard to see that his eyes were open and streaming. He hadn't moved otherwise, but he had most certainly been asleep when they first entered.

"Father?" Sitting upright, she said, "I'll get the healers. We must-" But his head shook from side to side, very slightly. "What is it?"

His mouth moved. Elphaba leaned down, further and further until her ear was a hair's breadth from his mouth, holding as still as possible. Glinda clutched at her heart and waited. When her wife sat back, she had wide eyes and a palm pressed over her mouth, and the Wizard was still smiling with his eyes up at her. His daughter nodded once. Then the Wizard closed his eyes and relaxed.

Only a moment later, Elphaba gestured for Glinda to follow her out of the room. Once out in the hallway, she hissed, "What did he say, what did he say?!"

"He… said he loved me." Voice tight, entire body shaking, she looked up into Glinda's face. "He said, 'Congratulations. I love you.' That was it. I… don't know why I feel like he should have said more, like maybe 'sorry I was never around', 'sorry about the Animals'... when it's a miracle he even said that much today. What an ungrateful brat I am."

Glinda held her tightly, caressing over her back. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here."

So Elphaba cried. She cried there in the hallway with her brand new wife's arms around her, and they both grieved for all the missed opportunities. The lives denied to them. While Glinda was more contented with her own fate, she fully understood the pain in Elphaba's heart, and wished to do anything she might to mend it as best she could. She would spend a thousand lifetimes doing that.

"I'm alright," Elphaba finally sighed into her shoulder, kissing it gently before she pulled back to smile down at her love. "Thank you. Oh… we had better get back to the reception."

"We don't have to if you're not up to it, you know. It's our reception, right?" When her wife laughed, she kissed her tears away. "Let's head back down that way and just… take our time. We'll get there when we get there."

So they did precisely that. It was almost an hour before anyone saw them again, though the celebration was still going strong. Their three friends welcomed them with open arms, and dragged them over to cut the cake. Stories were told, Polly danced while Fiyero sang, and all gathered had not a word to say against the loveliest party in the history of the Emerald City. It was precisely what they needed to get their minds off estranged fathers and babies, and other worries of the future. For tonight, there was only love and magic.

And chocolate cake, of course.

~ o ~

The Wizard of Oz passed away in the wee hours of the morning, four days after the wedding. He had not woken again, and seemed to be smiling when he slipped loose from the mortal coil. Even though Elphaba had remarked "That's probably just gas", everyone could tell how truly aggrieved she was.

The entire kingdom was draped in black that day. The corner of the garden that now played host to the Wizard's statue was opened to the public, though Jack Pumpkinhead complained about having to mend the hedgerow that had been opened to allow them in to lay flowers and pay tribute to their former Ruler. He understood, of course, but the garden was his domain now. Elphaba gave a brief speech, doing her best to focus on the good things about him and not to dwell on the negatives.

Within the next month, the announcement was finally made that Ozma was to wed Dorothy of Kansas. It was timely, because she was already pregnant and had been avoiding appearances because of the increasingly-obvious bulge. The kingdom became rife with whispers about the heir being "fairy magic" and "a miracle", and given that it wasn't any of their business how the baby had truly come into being, the rumours would have to persist.

Another two weeks after that wedding, there came another announcement: Glinda's pregnancy. It had been quite the awkward affair, and in fact they needed to make two attempts because on the first try, the blindfolded Ozma had been so nervous that she ended up making a mess out of the sheets rather than performing the deed they had intended. But by now, it was simply a funny story to share between the five of them, even if the story resulted in much blushing and groaning from the poor queen.

Glinda would never tell anyone - not even dear Elphie - just how little she minded the two encounters, either. Some things were better left unsaid. But taking a page out of a younger Dorothy's book, she merely imagined she had a passing affair with "Tip" and it was over and done with.

Even more speculation arose about the Coven of Oz and where the children were coming from when, a month later, Nessarose made a similar announcement. There weren't even any high-ranking male servants to peg as obvious suspects, and the only men they frequently spoke with were a Scarecrow and a Lion, neither of which could father a child. So a lot more mutterings of "blessed by Lurline herself" were uttered by the citizens. However, the Witches knew that it was because Nessa needed something in her life other than her duties as a member of the Council. They kept trying to reassure her that another man would come along, someone better suited to her than Boq ever was, but she eventually assured them that she didn't mind anymore. She was learning to enjoy her life as a single woman, beholden to no relationship. They tried to be as supportive as they could, and with good friends around her, she never wanted for companionship.

Other than the night with Ozma, of course. They also began to make a lot of jokes about that, and what a "stud horse" she had turned out to be. Dorothy was the one to get them to calm down with her disapproving frowns, which were almost impossible for anyone to fight against. That was important, given how the queen really did seem to regret her offer at times.

And so life went. The five women were closer than ever, and continued to try their best to change the way Oz was for the good. With the Animals supplementing the workforce, the way was smoother to improve the economic situation, and a particularly bountiful harvest had left them with a lot easier of a job. Eventually, there was some reform to the relations with the Quadling Country, as well, and the Glikkus. Before too long, taxes could be reduced again in some areas where they truly could not afford them, even if the nobles were upset with their own taxes being increased to compensate — but with Ozma making the declaration, anyone opposing her looked like a boor and a bully. Prosperity reigned, and joy was the ever present mood.

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Winter gave way to Spring, and the five found themselves on Ozma's private balcony, enjoying a private moment ensured by the pillared railing around it and the gardens spread out below. Stuffed loungers had been arranged out there once the weather turned for the purposes of relaxing in the cool breeze, enjoying the sun and the sounds of nature. Dorothy looked quite ready to pop, and Glinda was beginning to get there herself. Nessa's bump was more modest and manageable.

This meant it was up to Elphaba and Ozma to tend their soon-to-be mothers. Elphaba would grumble occasionally, but mostly they fetched tea and pillows and cakes or other such snacks with little complaint. Ozma almost seemed to cherish it.

"Why are you always smiling?" Glinda finally asked with a suspicious little smile. "Proud daddy of three?"

"I told you not to call me that," Ozma grumbled, though she was smiling, as well. Once the pillow was in place, she helped Glinda ease back and petted over her hair before moving around to take Dorothy's glass. "More tea?"

"No thank you, servant," Dorothy giggled, eyes full of love. Glinda's smile changed as she watched them. She always had about the same smile on her lips when she watched the two Princesses. "Just sit by me for a spell. I miss you too much when you're jumpin' all over the place like a grasshopper on fire."

Ozma bowed. "Your wish is my command." She took up the small wooden chair and placed it next to her wife's lounger, taking up her hand and joining them together.

"You really like this, don't you?" Glinda accused, returning to her previous topic. "Helping us. I can see you do, but I guess I just don't understand why. You're the queen!"

"Right. And you're my friends; well, friends and one wife, of course. And you're going to have babies soon! Why shouldn't I want to help you?"

"No, no, there's more to this."

Shrugging and staring out at the few clouds scudding across the sky, the little queen finally remarked, "I feel useful. Sometimes, it's as if all I can do is sit on my behind all day and listen to Ozians complain. That's something a dead stump could do! When I'm taking care of you three… it's really, truly important I do that. So you can be in less pain, and have healthy children when it's time."

"Awwww," Nessa cooed. Ozma bristled, thinking she was being mocked again, but when she turned she saw that real tears were sliding down her cheeks. "Th-that's so beautiful! Oh, my goodness…"

"Pregnancy moods are finally kicking in," Glinda observed with a titter. "Knew they would eventually."

As Ozma got Nessa a handkerchief, Elphaba returned with a steaming hot loaf of bread and a stick of butter. She cut off six slices, buttered them and handed them out, leaving one for anyone who might wish for seconds. Then she perched between Dorothy and her wife on another chair.

"Jellia says there's trouble brewing along the border," she sighed. "Something about gnomes from the Land of Ev popping in unannounced. So far, the Pike Guild is taking care of them, but we may need to send additional troops."

"We'll have Fiyero see to the troops," Ozma sighed. At that moment, Dorothy shifted and squirmed a little. "You alright?"

She shrugged a little and smiled up at her wife. "Yeah, my Canopy. Just fine." But the way her legs were shifting uncomfortably told another story. Before Ozma could stand, Elphaba moved her chair down to the end of the lounger. "Wait- Miss Elphaba, what are-"

"Don't worry," she sighed, pulling off the slippers and beginning to massage her feet. Dorothy relaxed immediately, an involuntary reaction of pure relief. The queen was still in a half-crouch, so she told her sternly, "You sit with your wife; I don't mind."

"Thank you," Ozma told her in a very earnest voice. The Kansas girl groaned a few times, flexing her toes, then just melted completely and lay there with a vague smile on her face while she clung to her wife's hand.

"This is truly the benefit of the 'it takes a village' method of child-rearing, isn't it?" Nessa laughed from nearby.

"It is. Though if we do this again, I think we ought to space these babies apart more thoughtfully than we have."

"I'm sorry!" Nessa cried out, though it was a little sarcastic. They all chuckled — other than Dorothy, who was barely a step away from actually asleep. "I don't even have a husband to do that for me. Some people get all the luck."

"Do you want your feet rubbed by your sister?" Elphaba asked.

"At this point? I'd almost consider it." But they knew she wouldn't ever ask. Even when complaining about the pains of the added weight on her poor tootsies, Nessarose had declined to let anyone take care of the problem. The best they could do was conjure a self-warming bowl of water so she could soak them in the privacy of her chambers.

After a minute or two, Glinda asked, "Do you really want to go through this next time, Elphie? Maybe we can just… stick with the one child. It's not as much fun as it looks."

Throwing back her head to laugh, the snappish sound startling a bird into taking flight from the top of a nearby tree. "Really? I think you just want to get out of the job of waiting on me when it's my turn!"

"Hey! That is not why I said that, I just- ohhh, you're impossible!"

As the rest of them chuckled, Glinda began to do the same uncomfortable shifting that Dorothy had before. Honestly, she hadn't been thinking that she would manipulate anyone into giving her a footrub; they just hurt. She wasn't as hefty as Dorothy yet, but getting there, and even waddling down the hallway to Ozma's chambers had brewed some fresh pain for her.

She didn't count on Ozma patting Dorothy's hand and getting up, rounding the lounger to sit at the end and prise her shoes off. "Okay, now what are you doing?"

"The same thing," she said with a smile as her thumbs bit into the swollen arch, prompting a groan of agony from its owner. "Taking care of my friend's wife. Or my wife's friend? However you want to look at it."

"You've done that enough," Elphaba accused. "Already put her in this condition in the first place."

"Lay… off her," Glinda panted, already nearly as gelatinous as Dorothy was. "She's… doing… Lurline's work down there… oh mmmyyyyyy…"

"Yousssaidamouthvulllll," Dorothy agreed. Sort of.

Even while she continued to rub, Ozma leaned down and left a little peck on the tip of the big toe before sitting back and saying, "You've done this for me so many times, when I was new to the throne. It's my turn. Besides… like Elphaba said, it's my fault you're in pain, so I should help take care of it. Seems pretty simple, right?"

"The queen is kissing my feet," Glinda tittered. "What fever dream is this?"

"Way to show me up," Elphaba grumbled over at her, and Nessa and Glinda giggled. The third expectant mother was too far gone to manage even that.

But Glinda never thought she was shown up at all. Even if no one else knew, she knew that her wife was one of the sweetest women in all of Oz. She just liked to cover it with bluster and thorns. And if that meant that she had the true Elphaba Throppland all to herself, she could live with that.

"You could take it as a challenge," Nessa laughed.

"I'm not kissing Dorothy's feet. Love her though I do."

"You can leave that to me," Ozma offered. "I would do it any day of the week." A little 'awww' issued from Dorothy, and the two exchanged such a sappy look that Elphaba only curled her lip.

"Such a subservient queen," Glinda accused with a wink. The slightly bashful Ozma dipped her head in chagrin - which only put her face closer. "Kiss… mine again while you're there, won't you?"

Now Ozma was blushing. But even though there was no reason she should, she did as she was asked; Glinda only had enough time to gasp, and her protests were cut off by the sensation of regal lips on the ball of her foot, the thumbs still digging in further down. It set her pulse racing a little faster to be tended to in this way.

"Maybe we should both work on you at the same time," her wife teased, releasing the dazed Dorothy to take up the nearest foot to work with her thumbs as Ozma switched to the other. The Gilikin woman's moan was as grateful as it was affected - though she tried to mask that with a clearing of her throat immediately afterward.

A bemused Ozma whispered, "I think she likes it."

"Always did love attention." More little kisses from two sets of lips got Glinda pushing a hand into her mouth to silence herself. Clearly trying to goad her, Elphaba poked her tongue between two toes and got a delightfully girlish titter for her effort. "Hmm… I may have to take her back to our room sooner than planned."

"Or I might go back to mine," Nessa announced, clearly uncomfortable with the display. That probably had a lot more to do with the particular area of anatomy in question than anything else, but her sister being involved was not going to help.

However, it was Dorothy who said, "Please stay. Just… here…"

When she began to heave from side to side, trying to get up from her chair, Ozma cried, "Canopy, don't! You're in no condition to-"

"I… reckon I can handle… this!" Finally she was stood up, and she waddled around the other two wives who were still kneeling in front of Glinda to where Nessarose was reclining. Sitting on the end of the lounger, she pulled Nessa's slippered feet into her lap.

"Wait, you can't- I'm not going to allow-"

"Hush up. It's not going to hurt you; if you really hate it that much, I'll quit right away. Promise. If anybody needs a good massage, after all those years of you not lettin' anybody touch 'em…"

The slippers were gone, and the pale feet were trying to hide behind each other. Glinda was completely distracted from Elphaba and Ozma now: this had been something she would always hope got resolved. Poor Nessie. Would little Dorothy really be able to make a breakthrough?

"But they're… not…" Her entire body seized when the hands laid on them. "O-ooh… please be careful, I'm not very… confident…"

"They're just feet," she insisted firmly as she began to massage one of them - and Nessa bit down on her lip hard. "'Course, Uncle Henry and Aunt Em…" Another pause as she recovered from the painful memory. "They knew to give each other a good rubdown after a long day's work. Feet and shoulders, and sometimes hands or the middle of the back if they said they needed it. Your body's the most important tool you got, isn't it?"

Breathy pants began to fall from Nessarose's lips as she felt the thumbs gliding up and down the aching muscles, biting into her joints. And these were definitely sexual. Glinda felt herself already blushing, and she saw Elphaba turning away with wide eyes of mingling surprise and horror. Ozma was only stifling giggles.

"O-ohhh… you should… stop, it's- NHH! Oh, Dorothy, where did you learn to do this?!"

"I told you!" she protested with a giggle.

"But you're… I… OH!"

When they all looked up afresh, they saw Nessa had snuck one hand into her own lap. And she held it very still, eyes wide in shock. True, there wasn't much of anywhere it could go through the fabric of her dress… but her involuntary goal was readily apparent.

"Well," Elphaba said in a deadpan. "Guess my little sister has a special spot. Great. Definitely needed to know about that."

"I'm sorry," Nessa breathed, eyes wide as she glanced around at all of them. "This is so… I'm s-sorry, I really shouldn't have agreed to let you try, Dorothy. This was a m-mistake."

But it was Ozma who responded, standing to move to the chair between Glinda and Nessa's loungers. "Don't feel too upset. We all have things we like, and… we have to find them out as we go along. There's a spot on Dorothy's neck that really gets her g-"

"OZMA!" Dorothy yelped desperately, and Elphaba chuckled.

"A-anyway! If you want, you and Dorothy could go back to my room, and… and keep going? Or I could take you, or…"

Never before had Glinda seen Nessarose looking as rosy-cheeked as she did right now. Which, underneath her secondhand embarrassment, was actually a wonderful thing, given how sickly and gaunt the younger Thropp had once been. "Ozma, no… you, touching my feet? You shouldn't. Not any of theirs, either; you're our Queen."

"And you are my Nessa. Those are only words." Glancing at Dorothy, who only smiled back, she continued, "Like they keep saying, I got you this way in the first place. I consider this part of my duty, to make you feel good however I can."

"Not that good." But Ozma was already helping her stand, Dorothy having put the slippers back on. Elphaba stood to help guide her. "Wait - Fabala, stop them, y-you don't want this to happen to your sister, do you?"

"I don't want to think about it at all, thanks. But… I think you need this, Sister. Tell Ozma 'no' and mean it, or let her take care of you."

Nessa couldn't find any more protestations. After a second or two, the other two were gone, and Elphaba took her sister's vacant lounger with a sigh as Dorothy plopped back into her own.

"Alone at last," she sighed, squeezing Glinda's hand.

"Hey!" Dorothy protested. "I'm… here, too!"

"You'll be asleep within minutes."

"Will not."

She was. And then only the first wives of the Coven were reclining on the bacony, hand in hand and gazing toward the sun in its cloudy sky.

"Life is really wonderful."

"It is, sometimes. And other times, it's…"

Glinda squeezed her hand. "Thank you for not finishing that gloomy thought."

"Of course."

"Elphie?" No answer, so she asked anyway: "Did you ever dream… we would end up here?"

"In the Palace? No, never." When she saw Glinda's glare, she smirked. "Fine. No, I never would have predicted you and I would be married and having children someday. But I also never predicted Nessa would be my sister again, and I would have a father from another realm. Lurline has strange plans for us sometimes."

"She does. But I'm in love and starting a family, which… was always my plan. That and changing Oz for the better - and hey, look at that! Something else I got checked off my list."

"True, true," Elphaba laughed. "My intrepid wife is unstoppable." Then they turned to gaze over at each other, eyes swimming with affection. "My Sugarsnap."

"My Artichoke."

Though Dorothy's quiet snoring might have ruined the atmosphere for others, it certainly did nothing to lessen the sweetness of their kiss for Elphaba and Glinda. They had been through far worse and come out on top. And they would always do that for each other, come what may.

To Be Concluded…

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