#I love it i'm going to treasure this labor of love forever

[merao-mariposa]

I'm weak for Phil/Missa with a worship focus

Think about this:

We're looking at the angel of death and a reaper of death.

We are seeing the guy who has survived everything since the beginning of time and the guy who keeps dying, and coming back, choosing what he always wants to return to.

They are united more than they should while one wields a sword to defend those he loves, the other clears the clouds in their loved ones path because he loves them! He wants them to be happy!

They will both forever remember those who were in their heart, The Antartic Empire and Team Vacío Legal lives forever, no matter how much time passes because they were loved by Philza and Missa; the most loyal immortals.

Oh! And something more; the focus on their immortality is so unique! When did I meet him I was told that; “The only thing Phil knows is that he has not died yet” But Missa I think is very aware of his death, he died, he died and he came back with a fourth chance when the others had until the third chance to return and he came back from the dead a fourth time. time, he would do it a fifth, sixth and seventh time he would do it all over again because he cares about.

While Philza in life gives everything of himself for people once they earn his loyalty, trust and appreciation. He won't stop being the same emotional-constipate-crow-dude but God knows he will follow his closest friends to the end of the world, he took the world alongside Technoblade and then he would destroyed another next to him! He is a patient crow, domesticated by death herselft (for whom he is waiting patiently to be with her) staying home and being domestic? He can do it, chaotic raiding dungeons and loting everything that makes his “shiny!” Brain go?, he won't say no. This man can do both if the people he cares ask him.

We have years of lore about Phil, I'll be honest. while we don't have much information about Missa but what we do have comes from HIM and US (his community) do you want a prince-ish son of la Santa muerte? He can be, do you want an labor overexploited reaper? poor thing lmao but here him is! Do you want him to be 26 (or more) meters high? well, ask the admins but no one will deny you //I have seen him ominous, savage, bear hybrid, anguished, violent, etc, the limit is in the imagination!

(You have so many styles)

They worship each other by the way they complement each other. Just by thinking of Philza as the one who has not died, silent and anxious, waiting almost patiently for his complement, his missing half, the father of his children and his husband to return to him after literally being in the center of the end, the end of their life together, the end of watching his children grow and grow, until grow old (even though the mere thought of them aging beyond them breaks him)

After literally being in death and its domain only to choose to return, Missa would never believe in taking away Phil's free will so he's prepared to not see him there, he'll be fine; It is his right. Someone like him with the eternity in front of him would get bored of waiting for a guy like Missa.

Only to arrive and be absolutely adored and hugged till death (again) by his husband. He is happy to see him, he is so glad to see him waiting for him, Philza is happy that not so much of that so-called “time” has passed since the last time he had him in his arms (where Missas belongs to), so happy that their life together is not over yet. A life he loves and a husband he would fight for until he dies.

Obviously he drags him into the house where Missa is absolutely delighted to be welcomed (he always will be) like a crow carrying a new treasure to adore to its hiding place, only that Missa in his soul shines brighter than many of his shinys.

Missa is a reaper of death, literally a part of him feels explicitly built to respond to Phil as his angel or to BBH as a companion of duty, but it's too much, almost too instinctive and natural for him to worship Phil, not that he has a lot of experience but it is nothing like the crush he once had with Quakity, this is more real and deeper than the kiss he shared with Roier.

It's almost like nature for him to adore Philza.

And he doesn't make it any easier for poor Missa, so great and kind, Missa will always be vocal about how incredible and charming his husband is, how much he wants to spend time with him despite the adversities and hazards of the job that he does. prevent, they are worth it as long as he can be under his presence like a cat with sunlight.

It doesn't matter if Phil doesn't want him anymore because Missa is his because he decided it for himself/the skeleton isn't going anywhere, Phil is patient but as long as they are on the same earthly plane of life he is not going to let go of Missa, simply because he is loyal to him (hes also a little chaotic, not above dragging Missa around like putting a collar on a wet kitten)

En conclusión:

DEATHDUO KILL ME YAIIII :DDDD

❗️How we interpret their relationship does not change that Phil took the name “platonic husbands” correctly. (Pissa AND deathduo are totally valid, don't worry, we can get both :D )❗️

#pissa #death duo #qsmp deathduo #death family #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #deathduo #analisys #kinda;? #qsmp eggs #qsmpblr #i dont know how to tag this #in general lol #qsmp etoiles #<—- #mentioned #qsmp pissa #long post #so normal about deathduo #queer platonic marriage hits hard #also could make them kiss

[songsformonkeys]

Saying I love you with a letter (Ezra x reader)

Month: May

Word count: ~900

Warnings: ANGST, mcd

Notes: You receive a letter from Ezra.

I don't know exactly what happened here. I was in the grumpiest of moods and needed to write something before the end of June. And I did...technically. Oh well... everyone needs something to be the laziest and worst thing they've written. This is probably mine.

The rest of the Year of Creation stories

@yearofcreation2023

~~~~~~

My dearest,

It's been a month since we parted ways. And I ache with every inch and second of that distance, lover.

I dreamt of you last night and I woke up this morning to the phantom sensation of your arm around my waist. I reached for your hand but ended up grasping at nothing but air. I begged for sleep to take me right back to dreamland, but she is a cruel bed companion, I'm afraid, and once I found myself awake, it was impossible to go back.

I'd like to think it was the real you. In the dream, I mean. That you dreamt of me too last night and that somehow that was enough for us to find each other. Is that foolish of me? Distance makes the heart grow fond, and drives the brain a little crazy, I think.

The moon we're at is beautiful like you wouldn't believe, sweetheart. They call her The Green Moon. A very apt name. She looked like an emerald in the void when our ship approached. She's hiding the largest treasure of Aurelac in the system, and guarding it with a deadly fierceness.

There's this... dust of sorts, some kind of spores, I believe. It's everywhere. Captain showed us pictures on the way over of different gruesome ways it can mess up the human body. I'll spare you the details. But don't you worry, lover, I'm careful, and this trusty suit ain't giving up on me anytime soon.

There are ten of us here, practically living in each other's pockets. And let me tell you that after a long day of harvesting, I'd just about be willing to trade one of my limbs for a reprieve from the unpleasantly potent smell of myself and my crewmates.

The crew is about as interesting as a crew of money-hungry desperate bastards can get. Not sure I trust any of them further than I can throw them. Except for maybe the one that doesn't speak. I dropped my rationed bits bar on the floor the other day, and couldn't eat it out of fear of dust contamination. Now, I was prepared to accept my fate and I even laughed along with the others at my misfortune. This guy, however, he doesn't laugh – not sure he even can – just breaks his own bar in two and hands me half. Says a lot about a man's character, that. Still don't know his name.

The work itself is not so bad. By no means the hardest I've labored. Harvesting Aurelac requires more finesse than brute force, which is a nice change of pace.

Some of the others are unhappy with the cut we're getting of the profits. Mostly the new recruits. I think the pay is decent enough, compared to what gigs such as these usually pay. Or perhaps me and the others who've been around know there's little to gain from complaining. Voice your displeasure enough and you'll soon find yourself overlooked when the next job rolls around. No one claims it's fair but them's the rules, and no one's ever heard of anybody getting rich off of prospecting.

How are things back home? I'm itching to hear some gossip about the new neighbors. Did you end up taking them up on their offer to help with the roof? I do feel bad for leaving you to deal with it all on your own. But you know I couldn't turn this job down. Not with all things considered.

I promise I'll make it up to you a thousand times over as soon as I am back! Not too long now, and I'm counting down the days.

I love you, sweetheart. More than words could possibly convey. Can't wait to be back in your arms again.

Yours forever,

Ezra

~~~~~~

You smooth your fingers lovingly over the familiar handwriting and only just resist the urge to bring the letter up to your face. It wouldn't smell like him anyway. Written a month after he left. Exactly one month after he left. You knew because you too had been counting the days, starting from the morning when he hugged and kissed you goodbye at the hangar.

You smooth your fingers over the paper. It's worn like it's been folded and unfolded countless times along the same creases.

One month after he left.

Three weeks before he was supposed to come back.

Your hands begin to tremble.

The young girl across from you at the table speaks up, voice a bit guarded like she's expecting you to lash out at her. Like perhaps that had been the default reaction of someone before you.

”I found this among his stuff... after...” she tells you. ”He never got a chance to send it, but I found it and I thought you deserved to have it.”

And with that, the last glimmer of hope flickers and dies in your heart, replaced in an instant by the cold hard truth.

Ezra isn't coming home.

#year of creation 2023 #year of saying i love you #ezra x reader #prospect fanfiction #tw: mcd #tw: angst

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

As my third night of this grueling nightshift comes to a close, I breathe a sigh of relief and cry tears of joy. Not because I have survived another night, though yes that is important, but because I have finished the one thing that I set out to do back before November ended. Though I am supposed to be on holiday, I knew that I would finish this, no matter the cost. There are so many things I could say, about how much you have done for me, how important you have become to me on this journey. But I know that not a single one of them would sum up the immense amount of gratitude that I truly hold for you, V. The things that I have learned from watching your love for Stephen, the strength that it has given me about my own feelings for Tony, they are the things that I am truly thankful for.

Before I met you, I would have kept my love for him silent, mourned in my darkness and never spoken out about it. I would not have sought help here to process everything that I was feeling, how I want to feel these things. And the more I watched you, the more I realized that I truly didn't have to feel bad about the love I have in my heart for him. It's okay for me to want him here, to want him to have survived so that I can still dream of him. And while there are many, many others that I extend my thanks to, you were the first one that showed me loving a fictional character is okay, no matter what people say. And for that, I gift you this, one last thing before I rest my weary soul for the winter.

Thank you, beautiful flower, for all you have done for me - myself and for Tony - on this long journey. And I look forward to seeing where we go from here. Merry Christmas, my dear.

Oh my heart💗 - in all the best of possible ways!

I am so grateful that something that comes as naturally to me as breathing touched you in such a way that you felt freed to love and mourn and heal. I suppose I didn't get that you'd tried before to tell me this; I can be dense that way at times. But I understand now and I will forever love & treasure this amazing, beautiful, shining labor of your love. Love that comes from an immense heart, and that deserves to find its expression without hesitation or concern for appearences to the wider world.

The details of the gorgeous piece take my breath away. A ring on Beauty's finger...and a baby bump as well! Stephen looking so comfy (especially in that hoodie) and relaxed, holding not only his beloved, but the future they will share. I first saw this when I was half-awake, watching the end of the PBS Tabernacle Choir Christmas special (so I was in no fit state to reply) and as I fell back to sleep, my mind's perpetual fancy had me imagining Stephen finally saying, 'Yes...yes, let's make a baby together...' What a wonderful dream that would be!

I love seeing Tony & Damon together and happy, and that you included Tony's injuries from when he sacrificed himself to save the Universe. And a ring on Tony's finger too! I suppose it won't be too much longer until Stephen & Beauty invite their friends to take on the mantle of godfathers to Baby Strange (baby girl, much to Beauty's understated longing, as it took her mother six pregnancies to get her girlchild). After the first sketch you gifted me, I never would've imagined more--so this is the sweetest surprise and I'll adore it forever. In fact, I'm going to work on a way to make it my icon (although it may mean editing it down to just S&B, but I know you won't mind).

Mere thank you's will never be enough to portray my gratitude, so I will simply say: go rest your weary mind and soul, and may your dreams be blessed with those things you long for most, for you've more than earned that joy. Come Spring, I will be looking forward to hearing and seeing the ideas & artist visions that come to you in your hiatus! You have all my love ~ V

💜💙💜💙💜

#purplefeathersandblackleather #well beyond #fanart appreciation #fanart adoration #canon x non-canon characters #Stephen Strange #Beauty Lincoln #OFC #BeautifullyStrange #Tony Stark #Damon Renner #OMC #thank you thank you my friend! #gift from the heart #Christmas #Christmas gifts #friendship and community

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Watching Star Trek: ds9 The Muse

(Spoiler: this is all about Lwaxodo)

LWAXANA IS BACK BABY!

And holy moly, she's gonna have a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lwaxana telling Dax, Kira and Worf her troubles and the fact their all so somber is so funny to me

Oh lordy, they're depressed!

Me: *Hums all the kids are depressed*

Oh fuck, she's telling Odo about Kestra, and now I'm sobbing

Oh Odo, surely you must know she's not gonna leave right away after getting her tea😂

His face when Lwaxana asked if he was over her(Kira)

Aw, she's so sweet, man

"Well, Just don't go do what I did. - look for someone to fix your broken heart. Then end up pregnant and on the run." ~ wise advice from Lwaxana Troi

THE BABY KICKED!!!! I honestly thought she was gonna go into labor suddenly 😂

Aw, he helped her slide down the wall so she could sit!

I feel like he's gonna end up getting furniture before she leaves ds9

Aw, Odo looks so amazed when she places his hand on her stomach and he can feel the baby moving!

She's gonna fall asleep in his arms, I just know it.

I love how she keeps moving to lay her head in his lap😂

I knew her replicator wasn't really broken 😂

I think Lwaxana didn't want him to feel pressured to let her visit his quarters, like if she just outright said 'can I come into your quarters?' he may say yes just because he didn't want to offend her, or of he said no, he might have felt really bad about it

Instead she opted to say 'can I use your replicator?' Which gives him an out, like if he really didn't want her in his quarters, he could've easily said that she (or he for that matter) could get her tea from one of the replicators available to the senior staff

And I think if he hadn't said yes to her using his replicator, she would've let the matter drop knowing it would make Odo very uncomfortable.

HE BECAME A BLANKET FOR HER!😭

Lwaxana is looking for Odo! They're playing hide and seek.

I love them so much 😭😍

Her husband is there.🙄

Oh, I hate him. I hate him with a burning passion.

"The son is the property of the mothers husband."

Me: *Gasps*

I am having the seem reaction as Lwaxana 😂

Oh, this'll be fun, Odo has to convince Lwaxana 's current husband that he wants to marry her😂

LWAXANA IS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭

I really hate that soon to be ex-husband of Lwaxana's

"The day I met her, was the day I stopped being alone. And I want her to be part of my life, from this day on." OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SWEET

This scene was so beautiful *blows nose* they're so cute.😭

"I cherished you, Lwaxana. You were my most treasured possession." Started off kinda sweet, ended with a big red flag

Lwaxana, darling, I am right there with with everyone else in believing that Odo wanted to marry you

Oh, Lwaxana is leaving 😭

Odo is sad 😢

She's still in love with him. And he will never love her. They both know this, and it hurts them. And me.

It hurts, so much.

They kissed farewell and it was so sweet, I forever ship them. As friends and as partners. And I hope she makes Odo godfather of her son.

I really hope to see more of Lwaxana, but I read that this was the last apparence of Lwaxana in Star Trek. If that is true, I am forever saddened.

I'm also still shocked that Lwaxana never mentioned that she was a Daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, and Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed in this episode. Was this the only time she never mentions it in her star trek apparences?

_

Also, I totally saw it coming that that mysterious lady who was helping Jake with his writing was gonna be bad(or at least, a being that killed famous people). *Pretends to be shocked when this is revealed in the show*

#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches #star trek ds9 #ds9 #deep space nine #deep space 9 #ds9 season 4 #lwaxana troi #I still ship her and odo #odo star trek #lwaxana x odo #ds9 odo #odo ds9 #lwaxodo #ds9 the muse #red flags in relationships #I watch ds9 and only talk about Lwaxodo #jake sisko #is mentioned #but only at the end #reactions #my reactions #star trek #daughter of the fifth house star trek #Betazed #betazoid #star trek jeyal #why do so many of the exes in star trek have jay/jey in their names #seriously #watching ds9

[wakkossnackstash]

Happy Autumn everyone!  The Warners are dressed and ready for the fall season!  A very special collab done with my beautiful cheezy friend, @cheezydraws They did the sketch and I lined and colored it!  I had so so much fun with this piece, and can’t wait for our next project together! ✨

#cheezydraws #animaniacs 2020 #Yakko #Wakko #Dot #Animaniacs #autumn #fall #wakky doodle #i loved working on this so much you have no idea lol #I love it i'm going to treasure this labor of love forever #also i love you greta nyehehe

[arctic-comet]

Osblaine week 2021, Day 2: Lyrics

Over the last several weeks, I have carefully curated a playlist for Osblaine. The final total length of the playlist is 2 hours and 53 minutes.

The playlist can be found HERE

Click "Keep Reading" if you're interested in the introduction, commentary, more graphics and the full tracklist.

For full disclosure, I have to give some of the credit to my amazing fellow Osblaine fangirls @dystopiandramaqueen, @splitscreen and everyone who participated in a certain conversation for the original inspiration and even bringing up some of the songs.

You should look at the playlist in five parts: one section for each season that's aired and one section for the future (because I like to end things on a hopeful note).

The playlist contains a lot of the following:

Music from movie and TV soundtracks

Instrumental music

Remixes

Classics and covers of classics

Country music. I blame Florida. My sincerest apologies.

Some of the songs were chosen because they reminded me of a certain Osblaine scene, and some of them aren't specific to particular scenes but chosen for the general Osblaine vibe. And most of the movie/TV music I chose have been used for couples that remind me of Nick and June.

Part I- Season 1, first 12 songs of the playlist:

Forbidden Love- Abel Korzeniowski, Jasper Randall, The Hollywood Studio Symphony (Romeo & Juliet)

Fireflies- Owl City

Echoes in Rain- Enya

My Ghost- Glass Pear (Bones)

Daring to Hope- Anne Dudley (Poldark)

Everytime We Touch- Cascada

1000 Times- Sara Bareilles

Too Good At Goodbyes- Sam Smith

In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt

To Find You- Cast of Sing Street, Brenock O’Connor

She- Elvis Costello (Notting Hill)

Miracle- Instrumental- Cö Shu Nie

Hanging By A Moment- Lifehouse

Commentary:

The first instrumental song IMO works as an intro for their entire love story.

The next two songs are more about having the right vibe. It's a little ambiguous and dark because that's how their life is in Gilead.

Leave my door open just a crack

Please take me away from here

'Cause I feel like such an insomniac

Please take me away from here

Why do I tire of counting sheep?

Please take me away from here

When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

***

Wait for the sun

Watching the sky

Black as a crow

Night passes by

Taking the stars

So far away

Everything flows

Here comes another new day

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

***

"My Ghost" is June's POV before they sleep together, wondering if she can trust Nick:

Who can you trust, in this place?

And whom can I put my faith?

If you're real, then show me now,

Who you are

The last two songs are for episode 1x10, for both Nick’s reaction to June’s pregnancy and the beginning of her first escape attempt (arranged by Nick).

She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day

Part II- Season 2, next 10 songs:

Love Will Keep Us Alive- Eagles

So Easy- Phillip Phillips

Incomplete- James Bay

Rewrite the Stars- The Piano Guys (The Greatest Showman)

I’ll Be Your Shelter- Taylor Dayne

Love Never Fails- Brandon Heath

P.S. I Love You- 05:11- John Powell (P.S. I Love You)

It's A Girl- Mychel Danna (The Time Traveler's Wife)

I'll Stand By You- Josh Groban, Helene Fischer

The Miracle of Love- Eurythmics

Commentary:

The first four songs cover June’s escape attempt and the time they share at the Boston Globe.

"Incomplete" is Nick's POV from when she's on the run and he knows she'll be gone from his life soon. He lives in the moment.

I don't wanna look down

I don't want us to break up in the clouds

All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

"I'll Be Your Shelter" is for when June's mental health is at its lowest point and he goes to Serena to beg for her to get June help.

What you need is a friend to count on

What you got baby you got someone

Who will stay when the rain is fallin'

And won't let it fall on you

P.S. I Love You takes me back to episode 2.09, Nick’s selflessness in the episode and of course the scene where after telling June that Luke loves her, he tells her that he loves her too, despite believing she probably doesn’t feel the same way.

It's A Girl makes me think of the beautiful moment they share during June's false labor when he helps her out of the van and they climb the steps together.

I’ll Stand By You is for 2.10, Nick holding June after she was heartbroken over Hannah and over what the Waterfords did to her and clinging onto him.

Part III- Season 3, next 6 songs:

Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close- Alexandre Desplat (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

All I Ask- Adele

Never Enough- Loren Allred (The Greatest Showman)

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- Taylor Swift, ZAYN (Fifty Shades Darker)

Love is Gone- SLANDER, Dylan Matthew

Constellations- The Oh Hellos

Commentary:

For obvious reasons, it was extremely difficult to pick songs for this season.

The first (instrumental) song is for the beginning of the season with June coming back to the Waterford house and them then saying goodbye to each other on the street.

All I Ask, Never Enough, I Don't Wanna Live Forever and Love Is Gone are for their night together in June’s room at Lawrence’s (the one we didn’t get to see sigh). They know it's possible it's all they'll ever have, and they'll take it, but it'll never be enough.

I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before, you know So why don't we just play pretend? Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing left

Look, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask is

If this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?

***

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

Never be enough

***

I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me

I know that your love is gone

I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy

Don't tell me that your love is gone

That your love is gone

"Constellations" is for their long separation and the doubts that I'm sure plagued them both during it. Would they ever see each other again?

Part IV- S4, next 12 songs:

All of Me- John Legend

(Everything I do) I Do It For You- Bryan Adams

Iris- Natalie Taylor (City of Angels)

She Was Like A Bright Light- Hans Zimmer, Rupert Greyson-Williams (Winter’s Tale)

Noah's Last Letter- Aaron Zigman (The Notebook)

What’s In The Middle- the bird and the bee (Bones)

ivy- Taylor Swift

Footprints in the Sand- Leona Lewis

Remember Me (Lullaby)- Gael Garcia Bernal, Gabriella Flores (Coco)

On The Nature Of Daylight- Max Richter

My Heart Will Go On- Basil Jose (Titanic)

The Story- Sara Ramirez (Grey's Anatomy)

Commentary:

There were sooo many songs I wanted to include in part IV, but I controlled myself and ended up with this particular dozen.

"She Was Like A Bright Light" and "Noah’s Last Letter" are an instrumental double punch to the gut for Nick’s time in Gilead during episodes 4.07-4.09. The first one is meant for when he finds out June made it to Canada, and the 2nd for is for when he starts to gather info on Hannah to give to June.

"What’s in the Middle" and "ivy" are June’s POV of episodes 4.07-4.09.

"What's In The Middle" has more of an angry and confused vibe, and June was definitely both in episodes 7 and 8.

Losing your head is such a common theme

All your brains are falling out, falling out the open seams

Where is the heart, is the heart of the matter

I will empty out my skull of all this useless chatter

On the other hand, "ivy" has this haunted vibe, but there's also reverence and acceptance, which she begins to achieve in episode 9.

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

The next three songs are of course all for their reunion in 4.09, and I couldn’t resist including the song that was actually played in the scene.

"The Story" draws the season to a close nicely, with June understanding that her current needs are different from what they used to be and that there’s someone who understands her completely (and it’s not Luke).

You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed

They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am

And they don't know what I've been through like you do

And I was made for you

Part V- Season 5 and Beyond, the last 6 songs

Secret Love Song- Little Mix, Jason Derulo

Burn With You- Lea Michele

The Bones- Maren Morris

Feels Like Home- Auli'i Carvalho, Keegan DeWitt

Love Will Find A Way- Piano Covers (Lion King II)

Like I'll Never Love You Again- Carrie Underwood

“Secret Love Song” is a more angsty tune about a love that’s still kept a secret like June and Nick’s love (as far as most people are concerned). Now that they’ve already made out in front of the man who raped and abused June and made Nick watch him do that, I want to believe they can let go of the secrecy in S5, at least when it comes to a few people.

I'm living for that day Someday Can I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that we could be like that Why can't we it be like that? Cause I'm yours, I'm yours Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't we be like that? Wish we could be like that

***

“Bones” is about a relationship with a strong foundation, which IMO they do have. It will carry them in the future, too. They’re more into each other now than ever before and especially June is coming to terms with how strong that love is. They’ll weather any storm.

When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

Let it break 'cause you and I remain the same

When there ain't a crack in the foundation

Baby, I know any storm we're facing

Will blow right over while we stay put

The house don't fall when the bones are good

***

“Feels Like Home” is more hopeful. Their home is with each other and I hope that’s something that will be explored more in the future.

Take me, I'm ready

Go slow but go steady

To a place that we can call our own

I wanna know what feels like home

***

“Like I’ll Never Love You Again” is a good conclusion for the playlist. It’s hopeful and a testament to an epic love.

I wanna love you like the rain on a roof

Stronger than a bottle of a hundred ten proof

I wanna take love to places that love has never been

Yeah, I wanna love you like I'll never love you again

And I'll love you again

Oh, and again

#the handmaid’s tale #nick x june #osblaine #osblaineweek2021

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Ace and Min: Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader aka “Ace”

Warnings: Fluff, best friends to lovers, angst like a lot, slight crack, slight smut, abusive speak/language, talks of/and abusive behavior, talks of/toxic relationship

Rating: 18 and over

Your phone pings back to back as you load yourself into the taxi. You read over the messages your now ex has sent you. “You will never be anyone without me.” “Are you with that little shit Yoongi? He can’t beat me! He's a whiny little shit!” You choose not to answer as you tell the driver the address in which you were headed. Your phone pings once more. “Answer me bitch! I always knew you guys were more than friends. I see the way he looks at you. You think he can take my place?” Once again you choose not to respond, instead opting to switch the ring to silent. You hadn’t told your best friend of two years, that you had finally broke it off with your cheating jerk of a boyfriend. You didn’t want to damper the mood of your trip. You were surprisingly happy and excited at the thought of leaving your life behind and seeing your friend, even under the circumstances. Yoongi had just moved to Los Angeles six months ago and this has been the longest you two had ever been away from each other. The taxi driver couldn’t get you there any faster. “I’m in the cab and on my way to you.” You text Yoongi with a wink emoji. You didn’t want to think of anything sad or bad, you just wanted to be with the one person you knew understood you and loved you without cause or reason.

You exit the taxi, lugging your belongings with you into the luxury building of your best friends’ new apartment. He had just become more popular in the music producing game and was constantly busy, but you guys always made sure to stay connected. This was your first time visiting him at his new place and he had gushed about how beyond excited he was to be able to take the time off together to enjoy the fruits of his labor. When you booked your flight, he made sure to clear his schedule, he vowed no work and all play. You reread his message regarding the lock code to gain entry to his apartment during your ride up in the elevator. Once on the top floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal a large black door equipped with said keypad. You typed in the numbers, realizing as you did that it was your birthday. You enter the apartment and are greeted by a surprisingly simple and humble set up. You graze your hand across the top of the plush couch you once fawned over in a magazine and breath in the scent of an overgrown honeysuckle plant, making sure not to trample its long vines as you walk past along the corridor, as you make your way to the back of the apartment.

“Honey! I'm home!” You shout playfully down the hall. Suddenly a door opens, and you’re greeted by the wide gummy smile of your bestie! He playfully covers his face with his large, veiny hands but quickly drops them to reveal his smiling face once more. “You look amazing Ace!” He chuckles, opening his arms for a hug. All your emotions hit you at once as you run into his arms, knocking the wind out of him. “Minmin!” You say into his neck, warm tears streaming down your face. You squeeze tighter as a sob suddenly escapes your throat. “Hey, hey,” He rubs your back, “What's wrong? Am I that terrible looking at this time of night?” He jokes. You force a laugh. He takes you by the chin and turns your face to him being sure to pull your curls from your face. He looks you over concernedly. “Seriously, are you ok? Talk to me.” He wipes the tears from your eyes and you quickly hide your face in his neck once more. “I missed you so much! I just didn’t realize how much until I saw you.” You mumble into him. He chuckles while hugging you tightly again. “I’ve missed you too y/n. I don’t know if I'm gonna cry about it, but I did miss you.” He laughs causing you to join in while shoving him away. He continues laughing as he reaches out and grabs your wrist. He pulls you back into his embraced and you take a moment to breath him in. Vanilla and Eucalyptus, the smells of comfort, the smells of Yoongi. “Did you eat? Are you hungry? I didn’t prepare anything, but I do have ramen.” He offers, still rubbing your back. “No, thank you but you can show me around your fancy place, Min.” You say, releasing him now. He nods and waves you to follow him. “Down here is the guest bathroom,” He opens a door at the end of the hall and flicks on the light giving his best Vanna White impression before moving on to the next room, “This is the guestroom, I made it up with the fluffiest blankets and pillows for my esteemed guest.” He laughs. You walk into the room and run your fingers over the crisp white duvet. “Minmin,” You say in a baby voice, “All this for me?” He covers his face shyly. “I know how much you love a comfy bed.” He composes himself to say. You nod and leap back first into the bed becoming instantly engulfed in the plush comforts of your accommodations. “Ahh, don’t mess it up, I worked hard on that set up,” He groans, “Besides the tour isn’t over.” You whine but get up and follow him out of the room. He flicks the lights on in the master bedroom and your jaw drops. It’s twice the size of the guestroom and equipped with its own restroom. “Dammmmnnn Min, this is amazing!” You say in awe. You take a full walk around the room, taking in the four-post bed, television mounted on the wall, and desk set up in the corner. “Come, come.” He quips and you follow him to the next door. He opens to reveal a full studio, with attached booth on the left. To the right sits a plush love seat. You smile at the Knick knacks and tacked up photos of the two of you, you even lean in closer to get a better view. Yoongi, meanwhile, plops down on the couch. “What do you think?” He asks. You stand upright and nod while looking around. “I am so proud of you Min. This, all of this is truly amazing. You've worked so hard. You deserve it. I mean what more could you possibly want right?” You laugh. He blushes and gives a tight smile. “It’s lonely sometimes. It would be nice to share it with someone.” He mumbles. You pout at your friend and hop into his lap. He groans at the closeness. “You could have any girl you want Min. You just need to put yourself out there.” You say, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and shaking him. He shrugs and wraps his arms around your waist. “I don’t want just any girl y/n.” He says. “Well, it's good not to settle you know. Not like me.” You remark. “What does that mean? Did something happen with Che?” He perks up a bit.

You feel your face flush and decide to change the subject quickly. “Oh my gosh, look at these pictures I took of people at the park.” You pull your phone out and start swiping through photos before he can ask any more questions. He scoffs quietly but otherwise looks through your pictures. “These are really good Ace. You should submit them to a magazine.” He encourages while lifting you slightly to adjust his sleepy leg. You attempt to help him by lifting your butt up but end up losing your balance and knocking your head into his. “Ahhh,” He laughs while rubbing his forehead, “You trying to knock me unconscious or what?” You laugh as well apologizing and planting a kiss on his forehead. He smiles slyly and cries out suddenly. “What?” You ask nervously. “It still hurts. Maybe it needs more convincing.” He explains as he puckers his lips and points to the spot you knocked into. You mush his head as you both laugh. “Come on, let’s eat something light and head to bed. I have a lot planned for tomorrow.” He tells you. You whine and curl further into his lap. “Can’t we just stay like this forever?” You whisper. He sighs and begins rubbing your leg. “Not if Che can help it. Now up we go Ace. Don’t be a lazy girl.” He nudges you gently and you rise pouting at him. “Fine, party pooper.” You say as you exit the studio. “You will thank me later.” He tells you, leading you out toward the kitchen. “Where did you get this huge Honey Suckle from?” You comment as you pass by. “I bought it just before you got here and had it delivered. I know you like them. I wanted you to feel at home. I’ll put it out on the terrace once it outgrows its pot.” He points past the living area. “You have a terrace?” You ask wide eyed. He nods in response. You walk over to the curtained windows and reveal the locked doors. You gasp as you unlock and walk out onto the hidden treasure. There are two lounge chairs on the left as well as a grill, table, and four chairs set up on the right. Not to mention the killer view of the city. You cover your mouth at the glittering lights. “People pay millions of dollars for this kind of view in New York Min.” You remark, not even sure if he can hear you from indoors. You look around and marvel at the gorgeous little garden that is set up along the red brick barricade. “Hydrangeas, Lilies, roses, and carnations.” You say aloud. “All your favorites, right? I’ll put the Honey suckle along the wall behind the lounge chairs so they can grow upwards towards the roof. I think the color will really stand out. What do you think?” He smiles wide. “I think you are amazing and way too good to me. I am so blessed to call you my friend.” You smile. His face drops slightly as he swallows hard but nods. “Yeah. Do you wanna eat out here or inside? It’s a nice night.” He asks. “Can we eat out here? I mean the view is amazing.” You turn and point. He nods and heads inside.

He appears again with two bowls of ramen noodles. You both take a seat at the table and begin eating. “So, how’s the east coast?” He asks, cheek full of noodles. “Eh, same ole, same ole. I quit my job at the magazine.” You confess, slurping up noodles as Yoongi chokes on his. He coughs hard, trying to clear his throat, taking a sip of water as he regains his composure. “When? Why? Wha- what happened?” He stumbles over his words. “They were giving me shit work. I want larger pieces. I want to do fine art and fashion shoots; I don’t want to be stuck in the ads section forever. I am worth so much more and I am sick and tired or people not seeing that.” You huff. He gives a tight smile and nods slowly. “I can see that y/n. That’s why you’re my Ace because you’re one of a kind. I mean look, I totally support any decision you make. I just want you to be happy. What does Che think of all this?” He scratches the back of his neck and leans back in his seat. Your bottom lip quivers and you just shrug your shoulders. “Why are you always so concerned with what’s going on with Che? Who cares what Che thinks Min? I am here talking about me and all you care about is Che. Why don’t you go fucking ask him if you’re so concerned,” You hop up out of your seat suddenly, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You head inside quickly as Yoongi calls out to you. You enter the guestroom and slam the door shut being sure to lock it behind you. Yoongi knocks on the door, “Come on Ace, something is going on, why are you being this way? Please open the door. Talk to me.” He plays with the door handle while you sit on the bed crying softly into a pillow. “Go away please. I need to rest.” You shout. You hear him sigh from the other side of the door and walk off. You take a glance at your phone which you have been avoiding, to find a plethora of messages and missed calls. “Bitch!” “Are you with HIM?” “Fuck you both!?” “It’s not over until I say it is.” “I’m sorry baby please call me back.” “I can’t do this without you. She meant nothing, please forgive me.” “If you keep ignoring me, I’m going to come find you and you’re going to be sorry.” “Answer me!” You cry harder at all the horrible messages until eventually sleep finds you.

“My boss! You slept with my boss? How could you?” You yelled. “You were always so busy with work and I am a man with needs, needs that have to be met y/n! She was there for me when you weren’t.” Che yells back at you. “So, this has been ongoing?” You reply defeated, as the realization sets in. Your boyfriend just sighs. “Let’s not do this ok. Let’s just fix it.” He states. You laugh out loud. “Fix it! FIX IT!” You shout now, “There is no fixing this Che, its no wonder I’ve never been able to progress at my job. That bitch has been holding me back while lying on hers! I am so happy I am leaving. This trip couldn’t come at a better time.” You say heading to your room to grab your things. “Look, about that, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go to LA. We have a lot to work on here.” He says as almost a command. You shake your head. “No, not going to happen. I haven’t seen Yoongi in months, I am not cancelling and this, whatever this is, is over Che.” You pull up the handle of your suitcase and walk towards your door. Suddenly, Che yanks you back by your arm. “You’re not leaving.” He shouts. You shove him with all your might. “Get off of me Che. What the hell is wrong with you?” You yell in shock, out of breath. “I’m sorry ok, calm down. I just want to talk and figure things out.” He forces a smile. Your adrenaline is coursing through you. “Ok Che,” You whisper, “Can you grab me a towel so I can put ice on my arm?” You point towards the bathroom. He nods, walking back to the back of the house. As you hear the linen closet open you race out of the door and down the stairs, yelling for a cab once you reach the front of the building. You are taking off down the street by the time Che is on the curb yelling your name.

You jump up from your sleep at the sound of your name echoing through your head. You look around and try to calm your fast beating heart. You’re still at Yoongi’s, you’re safe. You get out of the bed and change out of your clothes into a fluffy hoodie. You lay back down and try looking at your phone only to see its died. You grunt out of bed again to find and attach it to your charger. You turn to the bed but decide you don’t want to be alone tonight. You pad quietly out of your room and into Yoongi’s. Its so dark inside that you’re afraid of bumping your toe. You stretch your arms out in front of you, waving your hands around until you feel the plush of the duvet. You hum happily, pleased with yourself. You climb into the bed and under the covers, reaching over until you feel Yoongi’s soft cool hands. You rub your fingertips over the top of his left hand while you listen to the sounds of his breathing. He rouses suddenly at the feel of your hand on his. “Y/n, are you ok?” He stretches, taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry Min for freaking out on you at dinner. I’ve not felt like myself in a while. It has nothing to do with you.” You whisper, squeezing his hand. He chuckles softly. “It’s ok, I just wish you would tell me what’s going on. I don’t like that you’re keeping secrets. I am always here for you. I would never judge you.” He says. “I’m not, I just, I don’t mean to keep things from you. I just feel so disconnected since you left. Like a part of me left with you.” You confess. “I am always with you Ace. Nothing can change that. A million miles apart but always together.” He whispers, planting a kiss on your head before resting his head atop yours and pulling your body into his. You wrap your arms around him now and listen to the sounds of his heart beating. “Min.” You whisper now. “Hmm.” He responds. You push away from his embrace slightly to face him, his features coming into view even in the dark room. “I love you.” You say. He swallows as his mouth drops open to respond. You lean in and capture his bottom lip in between your lips. He pauses but you quickly engulf his mouth with yours, deepening the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs you around the waist and pulls your hips into his growing erection. You swirl your tongue around his, moaning softly into him. This was magic, you thought, exactly what kissing was meant to be, hot, warm, welcoming. You knew you never wanted to kiss another man after this because no other kiss could be as perfect. Its as if he poured all his love into this kiss. You needed more as you felt your body catch fire and skin goose.

You push him onto his back and straddle him, never breaking this magical kiss. You grind your hips into his hardened member causing him to groan from deep within his chest. He takes your ass into his hands and pushes his hips up into your moistened sex. Was this really going to happen? You wondered now, a sudden flash of guilt hitting you. You finally break from the kiss, both of you completely out of breath. Yoongi quickly attaches his swollen mouth to your neck, still guiding your aching cunt over his throbbing member. You moan unabashedly as he suckles and nibbles his way to your collar bone. He begins to work his way across your collar bone and up the other side of your neck before biting down hard. “Fuck!” You cry out at the intense pleasure that engulfs you. We shouldn’t, you think but still you welcome his mouth on yours as he begins to assault your mouth once more. He leans up now, wrapping one arm around your waist and sliding the other arm up your shirt, wrapping his large hand around one of your full mounds. He squeezes gently before taking ahold of your sensitive nipple and swirling it between his thumb and forefinger. Its been so long since someone has touched you, let alone kissed you this passionately. You wondered exactly when Che lost that passion, when it all became selfish love making, rough. As Yoongi planted kisses along your jaw and ear lobe, you realized just how much you missed passion, how much you missed fire, how much you craved it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Yoongi whispers in your ear, breaking you away from your thoughts, allowing guilt to creep in again. “What?” You ask him. “I want this so bad but are you sure you want to do this?” He whispers again out of breath. He looks you over in anticipation for your answer. “Fuck,” You cry, covering your mouth with your hand, “I’m so sorry Min.” You say now. He swallows back the lump growing in his throat at your rejection but shakes his head. “No, no, please don’t be sorry.” He tries to pull you into a hug but you push him away. “I should sleep in the other room. I’m sorry.” You quickly jump off of him and begin to slide off the bed. “No, wait, Ace. Please its ok. I don’t want you to go.” But its too late, you’re already making your way back to the guestroom.

#bts smut #suga x you #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff

[ladybugg1235]

Amralime Wake up

Thorin x reader

Hello lovelys so this thought came to me a bit of a long drabble it's not perfect might suck idk lol but I based it off my own hard Labor and birth experience as mine was a bit deadly.

it's bit of angst and death and life experiences some and seeing loved ones on the other side some fluff ect hope you like sorry about any mistakes punctuations please let me know what you think. my writing skills are not the best but I'm trying to perfect them lol thank you so much :)

On the count of three i need you to push y/n ! Bare down on your bottom now push!! That a girl !! Push!!!

You bared down as hard as you could your screams the only sounds piercing the room and echoing down the halls of erebor

While others in the company paced the room

Bofur was at your left and dwalin on your right( getting sick in the process ) whispering words of comfort as you squeezed their hands tight in between each push. "You got this lass"

They took the best care of you making sure you had what you need you were family and knowing Thorin would want nothing more but the very best for his loves.

You begged him not go even tho you knew it was a useless battle he was going and you knew he had too you remember that day like it was yesterday

(Flashback

Its been seven months since erebor was taken back seven months since you lost the love of your life ? if it wasn't for the company you wouldn't know where you be.

Thorin... your one ..there was never a moment you didn't think of him always going back to that last moment together

Dragon sickness was finnaly broken he approached his kin with hope of forgiveness in his eyes and asked to follow him one last time.

As everyone suited up you silently walked up behind him happy that your Thorin was back but sad as you knew what will come next. You needed to tell him you may never get the chance..

Finding your voice you said"I know you must go As you should but , I need you to come back ".... "We need you to come back" he turns to face you with a look of astonishment.

"We?" He said as he approached you his eyes wide as your hand trailed to your stomach. "We" you said "I tried to tell you but the time was never right".

"Armalime" he said. As he layed his forehead against yours his hands resting on your stomach "your not upset are you ?" "No my love quite the opposite I couldn't be more happy".

" Ghivashith , I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you like I should of been- it doesn't matter ,your here and your you I just have a bad feeling.." You sighed feeling defeated.

"Armalime", "I can't make any promises".. he paused and he said something you would treasure forever.

Men lananubukhs menu y/n menu tessu de Re amnad hikhthuzl April menu [ I love you y\n you are everything to me I will always love you ]

he crouched down on one knee his eyes and hand on your tummy "and you bunnanunê " ( my tiny treasure) "hikthuzul" (always)

He kissed your belly as tears streamed down your face your hands in his hair as he embraced your middle a memory embedded your heart forever. (End of flashback)

"One more push y\n !!" One more scream escape your lips then the most beautiful sound filled the air "It's a girl!!" I can't believe it !! Oin said

You couldn't believe it a girl something so rare in dwarves. So you heard.

she was perfect oin place her in your arms a set a familiar blue eyes with a full head of dark wavey hair looking right back at you. Beautiful

Bofur was by your side his eyes glisting

"Oh by my beard She's a gem !! Perfect and oh Mahal!! she a replica of her adad she even has his nose" he chucked as he continued on admiring the now new heir of durin.

"Hello bunnanunê" you whispered weakly as more congratulations filled the air but a sudden chill hit you the air going out of your lungs the room began to spine as you begin to drift in and out of concousnes.

darkness started to take over then a voice called out to you

"Armalime, wake up" you new that voice anywhere you open your eyes and there he was just as you remembered. Thorin.

"Thorin is it really you ?" "Where am I?" You looked around it was so bright you couldn't tell where you where but yet a feeling of peace washed over you.

A hand lift you to you feet. Thorin

"Its really you I missed you so much"

"And I you my sweet armalime" he pressed His lips to yours tears streamed down your face you were home.

"Hey auntie" "kili ? Fili"? you turned and found your self being embraced by the two brothers. Giggles and snickers filled the air as you embraced the durin princes.

"I can't believe it Your all here together?" "Wait a minute" then it dawned on you "am I dead?"

"No Gheveshel but your not far from it you have to wake up there's still time"

"Thorin no I "- "yes you can and you will do this, for me , for our daughter she needs you. You are strong it's not your time.. not yet." "I need you to live"

You knew he was right as much as you wanted to stay you knew you couldn't your heart was so heavy feeling torn in two.

You could hear the faint sounds of frantic voices circling around you but above all else you could hear the piercing cries of your daughter

My heart hurts ...

Sighing he Pressed his forehead to yours "She's calling for you" He push a lock of hair behind your ear cradling your face "Do not despair my love, it's not goodbye I'll be waiting for you Gimlelul ( my brightest star) I couldn't be more proud she's perfect let my bunnanunê know her adad loves her very much".

"And us too !!" The princes said in union you turned to faced them. "Take care of our little cousin your gonna have Your hands full if she's anything like us " fili said with mischievous grin. "Agreed brother agreed kili added.

Thorin chucked as he pulled you back into his embrace one last time

"Even so you will make a fine adma armalime I love you both so very much" with one last scorching kiss his voiced echoed "Wake up!!"

As your eyes fluttered open a few familiar faces came to view "she ok!!! ""She's coming around !!" Y/n can you hear me you gave a quite a scare lass" "Where is she" ? you said

" I think you need- No I'm fine please..? let me see her "oin sighed in defeat.

In the the far corner of the room you can see dwalin cradling your tiny jewel the company circling around him with looks of awe and wonder on there faces ..even tears.

He walked over to you and placed the sweet bundle in your arms coos and little gurgles escaping her lips.

she looked up at you with those beautiful blue eyes her tiny hands grasping your finger she was perfect.

"Hello my little one I'm your adma your adad wanted me to tell you he loves you so much he couldn't be more happier you are his most precious bunnanunê "

" And of course your cousins they send their love too" I promise you many stories of them to come " you chuckled as you twirl your finger in her tiny hand her eyes wide and bright watching you intently like she was listing to every word .

"Ye did well lass she's a right beauty she is"... Thorin would've been proud" you looked up at the gruff Warrior and smile "Thank you dwalin " "yes that he is a very proud adad"

He smile back "Have ye thought of a name? " you pondered a minute as the company gathered around you.

As you looked at your sweet bunnanunê her bright blue gems gazing back into your e/c ones you heard a familiar baritone voice echoed a name ..... you smiled

"Sapphire"

"The brightest gem in erebor"

#thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #thorin fanfiction #thorin x reader #drabble #emotional labor #labor and delivery #fili and kili #the company

[umccall71]

Decision of a lifetime

Chapter 16

Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: king Liam x Lady Sexy

Rating:Mature

Word Count: 1950

Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Summary: Liam x (mc)Sexy knew they were destined for a lifetime together, but his world had other plans. The couple share a fateful night that would forever alter their future. Does fate stand strong together or banish his love to the shadows?

A/N: Sorry but I have been super busy with family situations. Thank you for the patience.💗💗

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It had been a week since the royal wedding and the official queen was resting per doctor’s orders.Liam was taking no chances when it came to his wife and child.He knew that his dream was realized in spite of his father and cohorts trying to end Sexy’s life and his happiness.They were spending the afternoon leisurely lounging in the royal quarters. The doctor had given them a clean bill of health. Both Sexy and the baby were well and out of danger. Liam stood in the doorway watching Sexy in adoration as she laid on the chaise lounger in the sitting area overlooking the garden. “God you are so beautiful,'' he smiled as he gazed at her leaning back gently stroking her growing belly. There seemed to be this sense of peace within her aura. She sported a flowing tunic top that split at the belly , a light pair of 3⁄4 leggings, and bare feet .

“I am in love with that belly love”, Liam chuckled as he locked his baby blue eyes on her now prominent baby bump. Sexy’s visible belly was proudly on display and undeniable at this point. “ your pregnant belly is an official bump!” Liam dropped to his knees aside the chaise lounge and his full lips landed on Sexy’s exposed belly. He closed his eyes and his long fingers traced the curve of her belly and sides. Liam could not stop smiling at the sight of his wife as the sun danced on the golden flex in her hazel eyes. The bronze glow accentuated her soft skin soothingly.

Sexy reached her fingers down and grazed liam's head lovingly. “I love you my king… will you feel the same way when I can barely walk around and see my feet?”, she teased. “I have a question Liam… will you love me when I can no longer see my feet?” Liam paused momentarily before lifting Sexy’s hands to his lips, “ I will enjoy watching every inch of your beautiful body transform as you grow our baby. Do you realize your were already the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, but in light of your pregnancy… your beauty ...your radiant .. is breathtaking Sexy.”, he kissed her hands. Liam's hands slide up, cupping Sexy’s face as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Sexy felt breathless as liam's tongue tangled with her own. Liam softly massaged her tongue as they both got lost in the exchange of the fiery kiss. “ I cant believe that you are twelve weeks pregnant already. I can’t wait until we meet our little button”, the excitement radiated from his eyes. “Speaking of 12 weeks...and with you being out of the woods… I think we need to discuss how and when we will make the announcement of the heir.”

Sexy looked away briefly as she contemplated his word, his request. “ Liam, I know we will eventually have to let the kingdom in on our blessing… but there will be questions about how far along we are… when did we learn of the pregnancy...why we waited to make the announcement?`` she looked down at her belly as she wrung her hands. “I'm sure they will think you only married me… because I'm pregnant liam”, her eyes well up with unshed tears.Liam ran his thumbs along the outline of her eyes as he wiped away her tears. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Baby… I don't give a damn about anyone thinking that I married you because of the pregnancy.. We know the truth…”

Sexy cut off his words, “what if I'm one of those people that felt … had there been no baby, there would be marriage..to me at least. Liam I couldn't help but wonder had I not stayed in Cordonia, and you learned I was pregnant, would you have been married to madeline right now. What if I had gotten on that plane and left for New York, not finding out about the baby until much later.” Liam's heart broke . watching the woman he loved recount the darkest time in their relationship. He waited for her to unburden her pain, to know she had been carrying around this doubt. “Liam, i was never supposed to have you... your father made sure of that. I remember the feeling of so many eyes on me as the photo was plastered all over the news, feeling the harsh ,clammy hands of the guards as they removed me from that ballroom… during your moment.To be given an hour to gather my belongings under the watchful eyes of the kings guards, then to be ushered unceremoniously to the airport to be ejected from this country that i came to see as my future home.” Sexy’s breathing became labored as she recounted the night that gave her the greatest gift and the greatest abomination against their love.

“Shh, shh… please don't cry. I am so sorry … that I didn't fight for us soon enough. I regret that I stood by and did nothing as you suffered alone. Sexy just the thought of you spending weeks sick, sleepless night, racked with loneliness thinking that I love another and did not treasure the love we share. I am the man that should have taken our moment … the night of the coronation and chosen you publicly from the beginning to be my queen. After we confessed our love and made love in the maze…. I owed it to us to start our life , especially since I had told you that I wanted a future with you”, he hyperventilated seeing the visible emotional pain she was still reliving.

Sexy pulled back from his embrace, gathering her composure, sitting in silence for a moment, “Liam , I forgave you for your decision back then. I accepted that you didn't feel a profile in courage was in your purview. You did what was expected of you. I love you … that has never changed and never will until the die. I can never forgive your father , and the others that made a choice that I did not only deserve to be your queen, but i did not deserve to live. Had they gotten their way, had I walked a few steps slower… The day that I was to become your queen would have been the day you would be planning my funeral. I am trying so hard to count my blessings that were all okay, but the thought of almost… losing our child before they can even take a first breath.” Sexy shook with anger thinking of the possibility she could have lost her child. She didn't think about losing her life, but the life of their unborn child. “I know you want to make a big splash of an announcement to let the whole of Cordonia know about our baby… the heir. I never want to rob you of sharing such a tremendous gift that should be celebrated among all, but I know that it will become open season on the commoner that trapped a king into marriage after getting herself knocked up out of wedlock.”

“STOP… I will not listen to you berate yourself, talk down about yourself, disrespect the woman that you are. You never trapped me.. You did not get yourself knocked up as you put it. I fell in love with you … the first night I met you. I sought every opportunity to spend time with you. When we were not together, I counted the hours until the next time i was able to steal a moment with you. Sexy… know that when we made love it was one of the happiest days I shared with you. Everything that we shared in the past , and will share each day going forward will be 100% my choice and desire. Sexy I never want you to feel anything but love, and commitment with every iota of my soul. You .are .it for me. Your my every dream and to have that dream personified by a child is that much more fulfilling.”

Liam took Sexy out onto the balcony looking out over his mother’s vision and announced, “ We will announce of baby, because I am proud and I know that you love this little button as much as I do. He or she is nothing to be ashamed of. Just know that I am here with you every step of the way. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you… your wish is my command. The king serves only his queen. For you I will lay it all on the line. We will stand before our people and share with them news that will have them celebrating until you give birth and then on. We can do a one on one interview with Ana DeLuca, or make an announcement before all the press and people.”

Sexy wrapped her arms around liam's mid section and took a deep breath. “ Baby I know now how much we mean to you, so I will stand beside you as your queen and share our little button for the first time. Liam… I need to put all of this behind me. As long as there are loose ends out there that could come after me… i will not rest.” Sexy turned to walk inside to the bed and lay down. He could see the look of exhaustion on her face, she seemed worn out. “Sexy you need your rest… I will take care of this for us. The bastards that did this will pay… including my father. He will pay for the fresh hell he's brought upon us. My duty is to queen and my child.” Liam pulled the cashmere throw across Sexy as he watched her drift off to sleep with tension visible on her forehead. When he finally heard her soft breaths escaping her lips, he walked out to the living area when he heard a knock at the door.

Liam opened the door while gesturing to keep it down, “Bastien… is everything alright?”

“Sir .. I am sorry to disturb you and the queen, but I have news about the attack on your wedding day.”he paused awaiting a confirmation to proceed from his king. Liam acknowledged with a slight nod and curious look. “Go on…”

“Your majesty, the degenerate that carried out the former kings orders was not working alone. We were able to recover some history from the cell phone that was on his person when he was apprehended at the cathedral. We triangulated the ping off the towers and found that he messaged someone within the palace moments after the explosion. King Father was already in the church when the message was sent. The other person that was involved was here at the palace during the attack.He is trying to clam up with his cooperation.”, Bastien stated.

“Get him in an interrogation room asap.. This son of a bitch terrorized my wife on our wedding day. Every.single .person will be tried for treason. We will announce the pregnancy and then we will move forward with the council for formal charges. There will be no mercy…” Liam walked with Bastien to the door and they headed for his study to draw up formal charges to be presented to his council. “Bas… I failed her and it will not happen again. She feels that I didn’t fight for her…for us when it counted the most. It’s time to clean up this corruption for my queen and my child. I never wanted her to feel I am not all in and i will protect her. This. Ends . Tonight.”

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Interlude | Sehun

Genre: Fluff af ; Proposal AU

Description: Sea-salt and sunrise, mayhaps a question of faith, it was an interlude, one he couldn't say.

Word Count: 1600

Warning: You might stan Vivi.

Author's Note: I did this for Vivi.

Sehun was onto something. You felt it.

It was certainly a surprise that your sweetheart—ever the not-so-much-an-early-bird—set himself to drive you to the nearest pier to catch that morning's sunrise.

"—every day waiting for you, darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand mor—"

More so with all the gimmicks being pulled.

Click.

"What are you—"

Click, click, click.

"---so wHAT WE GET DRUNK, SO WHAT WE SMOKE WEED, WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN WE DON'T CARE WHO SEES."

"What the hell," your sweetheart almost failed with the steering wheel as you screamed, head swaying to the beat and a pup barking in your lap.

"Did I scare you, baby?"

"Well, if you're going to scream like that—"

"I'm sorry, Vivi-ah," you lifted the doggy and buried your face in his fur, side glancing a scoffing Sehun to your left.

"Will you lower the volume, I'm going to have a headache," he patted your thigh with a soft smile, which was really something closer to a grimace.

Yes, he was really onto something.

"But you really liked this song," you whined, reaching for some more 'clicks' upon the radio to soften the music.

"I do, it's just so early morning," Sehun gave you only a few sleepy glances with squinty eyes that appeared more hooded, the air turbulent against his hair and the open window, playing little slap slaps against its momentum.

"Which is exactly why I need playing it loud," you retributed with puckered lips, picking at Vivi's curls and swirling them on your fingers. "I can't handle ballads or anything of those fluffs right now, I might fall asleep."

"I would wake you up, then," he offered, cherry plump lips molding into a soft gesture,l landing his hand first on the puppy's head and then on your knee, where he kept it.

"And miss this view?" You threw your arms open so as to motion to the far-stretching sea banks and sand—only to nestle your head upon your hand as you rested your elbow against the window and took your sweetheart's profile like a shot of firewater, giddy and rebellious.

"You're looking at me," Sehun posed a cool facade, one that emulated the nurtured looks he'd fashioned in the months of playing a game of 'look an don't touch', during which you'd renunciated to any of your prides and prejudices and resolved to pursuing him. He smiled, "Why?"

"Because you're beautiful," your hand reached to brush back a strand of hair from his eyes—that really only made him the more handsome—so fast Vivi jumped alert, paws on your tummy. Giggles intensifying when you stretched his cheek out more and more, so that it became squishy, "Aren't you so beautiful?"

"Hmhm." Sehun had his eyes on the road still, though you know it was quite the labor to keep them from rolling back on their sockets.

You weren't much a romantic spirit (dates were fine, so long as it would take you less than thirty to be ready, of course), and neither was him. But times like this were a treasure, something to be found and kept, locked away from prying hands. It was only Sehun and you and nothing more and that was fine. He liked it that way, you knew well, knew him enough to know. And enough to know something was up.

"Is there something bothering you?" You asked, unwilling to let go of his cheek as he'd rather leaned more into your hand, neck craning.

"Why would there be?" He switched his eyes over to you slightly, before taking a turn into another road.

"Your eyes crinkle when you smile, but you're not smiling. They do that too when you're worried about work or when you have a fight with someone, did something like that happen?"

Sehun did smile then, "You really do stare at me too much, don't you?"

You made a face, stretching and releasing his cheek when he cried his apologies. By then you'd reached the pier, there were some paths of vast stones that were flat and provided good footing. You struggled with Vivi a few when he kicked around to be set free, totally reluctant to get his collar on, and more when the sea-salt colored wind blew your hair around and into your eyes.

"Fucking—"

"I got it, don't worry," Sehun weaved his fingers into the tangles of your hair and combed it down, chuckling whenever you cursed at a particularly harsh pull. It was taking longer than it should have, tying your hair, and you felt him closer, breaths intertwining with the kiss of the ocean on your neck.

"Are you trying to braid her hair, or what?" You laughed at your own mockery, setting Vivi's head on your shoulder and playing a voice that in your little game would be his.

"Uh, not really, I'm just," Sehun stammered, unfaced by the made-up talking dog, hurrying his movements and caressing your back when the job was terminated, smiling once you settled the puppy down and did a double take at the sea.

"It smells amazing."

"It does," Sehun's palm lingered on your hair, and his happy-mouth widened. "You do—"

"LOOK AT THAT FUCKING WAVE, WOW," You dashed for the small current, shivering when the ocean reached your ankle. You looked back at Sehun to find his hand outstretched, as if in mid-motion. It was incredibly funny, "What?"

He retracted stiffly and took his hand onto the other, massaging it as if it stung, "Nothing. I'm going to, uh, see what's for breakfast."

You frowned. Something truly was fucking up. Sehun wouldn't remember to pack breakfast in, like, any situation, no bloody exceptions. He was too much of an (and you were allowed to say it) irresponsible fool to even fathom the possibility of being human and having a tendency to, you know, just survive—

Oh.

You stared at him in panic. Were you forgetting something? An anniversary? His birthday? Good lord, heavens knew how that went the time you took eleven minutes longer to text him that night. But, no, it wasn't the twelfth. Then—

Squee.

It flew at you, full force. It was unavoidable, the damn squishy. It struck you square in the chest, quite near your boob, and heavens bloody knew how much that hurt like a bitch.

"Sehun, what the fuck?" You collected Vivi's toy as the pup came running up—it was the one with hard material, too, the one that kept treats inside—and yanked it at your sweetheart with a fury.

"I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry," you heard him yell back embarrassed, and you didn't quite look at him and he didn't quite look at you. Good, let him think you're mad. You loved the way he became whenever he tried to appease your tempers, ever this soft malleable thing that would become a doll if you so wished to, clad in butler's getup and—

Squee.

Vivi's squishy broke through your fantasies, and you kneeled to give him a lecture, only to be immediately softened by his heart-fluttering antics. You were mush.

"You need some help, huh?" You tickled his head until his whole body shook, the metal piece of his collar jingling ecstatic. It was a new one, you noticed, one you hadn't seen the moment you put it on him. You were curious, alright, so you shivered and read it's new tag.

Will.

Your immediate thought was 'what the fuck', and when you turned it over to read the following word—You—your next to immediate thought was 'what the fuck' too.

Squee.

Your forehead wrinkled in thought, your fingers agile to open the treat toy. And you saw it.

It was a pure band, simple an untouched, somehow an emblem for every one thing you'd be able to put into it. There was a cord attached to it, made of silk, with words that finished the beginning of a promise, but just the interlude of a song. Will You Be—

"—the sunrise I wake up to every morning?"

His steps had been so quiet but he now stood before you. You raised slowly, craddling the ring in your palm like a baby, like something that needed to be cared for and loved.

Your sweetheart held your eyes. Oh Sehun saw you.

"Will you..."

Say it.

"W-Will you..."

Come on.

"W-WILL YOU."

"Will I what?" There was only a blurred sun and moon and sky and Sehun Sehun Sehun, forever only Sehun.

"I-I-I—"

"DON'T YOU TRY TO OUTCRY ME, YOU..." You were covering your eyes with your fists, the band digging into your flesh and essence. You needed him to hold you because, fuck, you couldn't stop shaking. But what could be done when he found himself in a similar situation.

"I'm not crying, I-I'm not," Sehun scrubbed at his eyes and cheeks, coloring himself in spring blossoms and dew. "My eyes just got too happy."

"What the fuck are you saying," you managed between sobs and beating your chest, so as to prevent the perhaps nearly unpreventable hiccups.

"Alright, fuck. What I'm saying is. Will you marry m—"

"Yes," you jumped when your legs could hold no longer, clinging to his neck and almost bringing him forth with you had he not reached for you down at the same time.

So there you were, crying, whispering, molding into each other's skins, screaming for providence. Promises infused in salt and sand, reaching no end and coming from no beginning. A sunrise that was an interlude. Just him and you.

#exo #exo imagines #exo au #exo fluff #exo scenario #exo funny #exo sehun #sehun scenario #sehun oneshot #sehun imagine #sehun drabble #sehun fluff #sehun angst #exo oneshot #kpop #ayyy this wasn't so posh and angsty but i had fun!!! im trying not to get caught by my mom cause it's 3am lmao #exo drabble #sehun series

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Snapshots (Pyron/Jun oneshot)

A fic by Setsumi-san

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King in any way, shape, or form. All I own is the plot.

A.N. This story takes place just after Ren defeats Tao En. Words in italics indicate thoughts.

Tao Jun let out a loud sneeze as a great cloud of dust billowed into her face. She had just opened the door to the filthy attic of the family mansion and had several kyonshi marching behind her. Her mother had requested that she supervise the task of organizing and sweeping the attic. This was not going to be a pleasant chore.

Oh well, she thought, At least the kyonshi will be doing all of the heavy labor. All I have to do is manage them. 

Still, there were a hundred other things she would rather be doing at the moment. The young dao-shi walked inside and felt around for a light switch. Her palms made soft thumping noises against the attic wall as she groped it blindly. Ah, there it was!

Click! With a flip of the wrist Jun turned on the single bare bulb that lit up the whole attic. She rubbed her eyes, let herself adjust to the sudden brightness, and then turned to the many kyonshi still waiting outside of the attic's entrance.

"All of you get rid of this clutter. Pack it up, shove it aside, do what you must. But do a good job. I won't tolerate anything half-hearted," she commanded them. 

Automatically her workers obeyed like rusty robotic drones. The young lady plopped down on a nearby cardboard box and frowned in irritation. These zombies were so dull! Why should she have to watch them when they never made mistakes?

"What can I do for you, Miss Jun?" a familiar voice asked.

Jun turned around and saw her loyal mochirei Lee Pyron walking inside. A small smile appeared on her face. Pyron's presence always made her happy.

Well not all zombies are dull, she thought. Pyron was not a mindless minion but a dear companion. Maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all. It would be nice to have him by her side while she…well, while she did anything.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I have plenty of help. I'd hate to take up any of your time," Jun said.

"Nonsense. I have all the time in the world. I am happy to do you favors," insisted Pyron.

"Aren't you practicing your Daodan-do skills at all?"

"I have been, but I can't do it all of the time. Daodan-do is not all physical. I seek to better myself overall through its philosophy. Being better as a whole means helping others, even if it is something as simple as cleaning up an attic."

Jun stood up feeling satisfied. "You're right. Two are better than one. I'll work alongside you," she said to him. 

She began to straighten up the junk next to her, classifying everything and packing it into large piles. Pyron knelt beside his mistress and helped her in silence for a few minutes. A strange, awkward feeling soon overcame him.

Say something you fool, Pyron mentally scolded himself.

 Ever since Jun's brother Ren had defeated the two siblings' father the strong fighter had carried a great burden on his shoulders. It was one of guilt and shame because he knew he could not protect the lovely Jun from all of the intense pain she had endured in that horrific dungeon. Even though he was being controlled it was no excuse. Since that battle Pyron felt awful knowing he was not there for the beautiful Jun…

Lovely? Beautiful? Since when do I think of Tao Jun like that? he wondered. He pushed all worries to the back of his mind and began a new conversation.

"So…how long has it been since you were last up here in this room?" he asked. It wasn't the most interesting topic, but it broke the silence.

Jun paused a moment as she folded a thin scarf in her lap and thought.

"Roughly five years," she answered. Pyron's eyes widened a little in surprise.

"Really? That long? Has anyone else been up here during all that time?"

"Ha, ha. I doubt it. The attic is just a place you forget about. It's like leftover food that no one wants."

The kyonshi grinned. "I remember such a place at one of my old childhood homes: the garage. My father would be building a bookshelf, or a toolshed, or whatever his latest project was; and he would tell me to get a can of paint from the garage. I hated going in there."

"Why did you hate it Pyron?"

He sheepishly twiddled his thumbs for a second. "Well…besides the fact that it was hot and musty…I discovered my greatest fear there. When I was six years old I had gone into the garage one time to get paint, as usual, when I felt something scamper across my foot. I darn near screamed my head off! It was…" –here he shuddered a moment- "…It was a lizard. From then on I went hysterical with fear every time I saw one of those…things."

Jun tried very hard to conceal her laughter. It wasn't working. Her cheeks puffed out like two peach-colored cotton balls from under her hand. To think the legendary tough-as-nails Lee Pyron would be frightened by a tiny lizard!

Pyron cringed a little in embarrassment. "Are you laughing at me Miss Jun? You know, it's not a nice feeling to have scaly green feet run over you," he murmured in a slightly pouty tone. 

Well, with that Jun let her laughter finally spill out. The way he said the last sentence was so cute! It was as though a shy little boy were speaking.

She sobered quickly. "I'm sorry Pyron. But I can't help but laugh when I think about someone as strong as you being scared of…ha ha ha ha ha! Ha…oh damn! I need to find where I left the masking tape in here so we can seal the boxes." 

The graceful girl got up off of the floor and started looking in a crowded corner.

"Be careful," Pyron warned, "You don't want to trip over-". Too late.

Before he finished his sentence Jun stumbled over something on the hard wooden floor that she could not see. All at once there was a bright flash of white light, a click, and a loud whirring noise from below. She shut her eyes, lost her balance, and felt herself whirl in a complete circle.

If one is blind the sensation of falling can be very terrifying. You forget where you are and who's around you. Time loses all meaning. All you can grasp is the present fear of uncertainty. Tao Jun was experiencing the uncertainty of a blind person's fall.

She'll break her back! was the first thing Pyron thought. Instinctively, he ran towards her like a bolt of lightning. Jun! Oh no, Jun! Don't fall before I can reach you! I swear I'll catch you! 

He shot out his large, muscular arm toward her. Jun felt an iron grip around her wrist save her. Catching herself on her foot's edge, she found herself tripping forward instead of back. When she finally opened her eyes she felt her face against Pyron's chest.

"Oh…" was the first word out of her mouth. She blushed furiously. She had never been this close to a man physically even if he was dead. What? What am I thinking? Pyron could never be like that to me! But he's so warm-hearted. I feel lightheaded.

If the zombie were still alive his heartbeat would have been like hammer blows. The porcelain doll in his arms was so delicate. He wanted to hold this forbidden treasure forever, but knew he had to release her sometime. He gave her a few pats on the back that said an unspoken, "It's alright." Then they slowly parted.

"A-Are you okay?" Pyron stuttered to the priestess, embarrassed. Jun nodded quickly.

"I'm…just a little dizzy," she replied. Another long pause passed. Only the noise of the other kyonshi could be heard as they slaved away. Jun tried to speak again, but nothing came out. All she could do was stare at the mighty oak tree of a man before her. Lee Pyron was breathtaking.

Once again Pyron felt the need to break the ice so he asked her what she tripped over. Shaking herself out of a stupor; Jun looked down and saw something that had not been used in the family for years: an old camera. It was the kind with a large flashbulb that took only black and white film. People in 1910 would have used it all the time.

"I can't believe this still works! I thought my grandfather threw it out years ago," Jun murmured in awe. She picked up the camera and fondled it with her slender fingers.

"Does it mean a lot to you?" asked Pyron. His mistress did not answer at first; the antique still seemingly enchanted her to no end. "Miss Jun?" he said in a slightly louder voice. She slowly turned toward him with a sad expression on her face.

"Did the camera mean a lot to me? Yes and no. I have a lot of mixed feelings about this thing. On one hand I was fascinated with it because it was one of the more modern machines our family owned. My father didn't like to have many complicated things that ordinary humans used. He said they would poison the mind. Since such things were usually forbidden Ren and I naturally became drawn to it. Can you understand?" Jun said softly. 

Her mochirei could not, but nodded anyway. Why would anyone treat a camera like it was an apple from the Garden of Eden? There was still so much he had to learn about the Taos.

She continued, " On the other hand every time I see the camera I'm reminded of the photos it took. Ren and I would always be standing at attention like soldiers in the army. If you look back at our past photos you would never see us smile. Anyone else would, but not us. To this day I feel silly when someone asks me to smile for a picture. I wish I didn't."

Suddenly Pyron became filled with a fierce determination to cheer her up. He didn't know why but he just had to! He boldly took Jun's hand in his own and smiled.

"Miss Jun," he began, "You have been working very hard. Why don't you take a break? I'll…take it with you if you want me too." 

Please say yes. Please say yes. I'll do anything if you just let me come with you, he silently begged.

"I…would like that very much…very much," she said. She colored prettily and the two went downstairs not even aware they were holding hands the whole time.

SNAAAAAARRRRRKKKK!  That was the ear-splitting noise heard from a small room two floors downstairs. Jun and Pyron had been scared out of their wits when they first heard it. It sounded like a wild animal was loose in the house. However, it was no wild animal. They had quietly peeked into the little room and then let out a sigh of relief and exasperation.

"Ren…" Jun muttered under her breath. Her little brother was sprawled out on a couch snoring his head off. A small waterfall of drool was cascading out of the side of his mouth into a little pool.

An idea popped into Pyron's head when he saw this scene. He smirked mischievously.

"Hand me that camera Miss Jun," he whispered to her.

"Why? What are you going to do with it?" she whispered back.

"You'll see," he said. He held it up to his face, leaned down to Ren's own, and put his finger above the flash button.

"Pyron, no!" Jun hissed. Ren would be furiously angry if he were woken up like that!

Click! Flash! Whir! The martial artist had pressed the button causing the flash to go off. Tao Ren woke up startled, snorting, and blinking his eyes. What the…? What happened? Why am I seeing spots?! Can't a man get any rest around here?! He rubbed his eyes and looked around but saw no one in the room. Muttering a few vulgar things in Chinese Ren rolled over on the couch. He knew someone was messing with him and they would pay…after forty winks.

Meanwhile Pyron and Jun were running as fast as possible down the hall. The two rushed out onto a balcony and nearly collapsed on the ground panting. Pyron was laughing heartily but Jun was not so pleased.

"You… (pant)…you fool! My brother needs all the rest he can get! He is working like a dog so that he may become Shaman King and here you are playing pranks on him! I would think youwould be more mature," she said in between breaths.

Pyron looked as though he'd been slapped for a second. He turned his face away from her and mumbled something inaudible.

"And just what was that?" she spat out, still glaring bloody daggers at him.

"I'm very sorry," he repeated, "I only wanted to make you happy. When you were talking to me in the attic a few minutes ago you sounded so forlorn that I just wanted to do something that would make you laugh or feel better. I wasn't thinking. I am very sorry."

Now it was Jun's turn to look like she had been slapped. A wave of guilt washed over her.

"You were thinking about my feelings all along?"

"Well, yes…"

"I…"

"Jun, I really wish you wouldn't feel silly when someone asks you to smile for a photo. Whenever you smile you look exquisite. Just think, if I took your photo I could look at your beautiful face whenever I wanted to!" Pyron blurted out.

Jun's jaw almost fell through the floor. "W-w-what?" she stammered. How poetic!

Oh no, oh no! Did I just say that out loud? Lee Pyron, you idiot! You freak! he thought to himself in a panic. He did not notice Jun scooting closer to him.

"Pyron…that's the best compliment I've heard in a long time. Do you really think I am exquisite? Because I think you are," she breathed. The man was speechless. The two leaned in a little closer to each other.

Then Jun got suddenly frightened. She sprang up and rushed over to the other side of the balcony huffing and puffing. The object of her affection ran after her, concerned.

"Tao Jun…?" he asked. She was shivering!

"We shouldn't feel this way. I'm alive. You're dead. If we let ourselves do this…" she paused, her eyes as big as dinner plates with fear. Pyron waited patiently for his beloved to continue.

"P-Pyron…if we let ourselves do this…there are certain boundaries I m-m-must draw…certain things I would never do with you," she stammered.

He knew what she meant.

"That is something I agree wholeheartedly on. Besides, it's not like a corpse could do such things," he stated. Jun slowly turned around to face him. A cold wind blew. They gazed into each other's eyes for a minute.

"Jun? May I at least hope for a kiss from your beautiful lips? That's all I ask if you do not mind," he stated truthfully.

Tao Jun held his hand in silence knowing they both had the same thought: We're not sure. And yet…

Slowly but surely Pyron wrapped his mighty arms around Jun's waist. She linked her own slender ones around his neck. Together their lips shared a soft, sweet kiss that was not too dramatic, not too awkward, but just right. When they finally parted all of their worries dissolved into nothingness. Jun gave her dearest a genuine, happy, relaxed smile and Pyron took her picture. If you look on the last page of the Tao family's most current photo album you will see her snapshot as she stands on the balcony against the clouds.

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