to join in marriage

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KouAo Week Day 4: Marriage

If we are talking about Koujaku and Aoba’s wedding, other than the groom themself, i think Tae-san will be the next happiest person for their marriage. She’s already knows Koujaku since he was a kid, he’s like another grandson for her. She would be really happy to accept Koujaku as another member of her family and trust her grandson to be with him.

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∙ He (D. Pedro I) could not help but respond to her great love for him, her good nature, sweetness, and considerateness (…) From the voluminous and frank correspondence that Dona Leopoldina carried with her relatives in Europe, it appears that Dom Pedro gave up tavern hopping and womanizing for some time after the consummation of their marriage. She begged her father not to believe the scandalous tales that he might hear about her husband. (…) He could be sharp-tongued and mean, but normally he was good humored and generous. (Dom Pedro: The Struggle for Liberty in Brazil and Portugal, 1798-1834 //  Neill W. Macaulay) 

Okay so here we see that the angara celebrate marriage between the sons of two different families and the marriage actually JOINS the families and considers the bloodlines intertwined, so here’s fucking proof that in angaran society being gay and in love is something to celebrate and rejoice over so there is ZERO FUCKING EXCUSE for why Jaal can’t be bi.

♥ ART ♥

art by mallaydraws

art by saawek

art by sketchydean

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other by tugophelly

Let me hold you, my sweetheart by reaperlove77


♥ FIC ♥

The Ark by pimentogirl
The Ark, a triple class interstellar craft, offering the opportunity to travel between colonies regardless of Tier Status…
…and the last place left to look…

bonus: art!

Batman & Mcdonalds Makes for a Perfect Love Story by smack-that-assbutt
“Hmm. Well, I suppose if you’re looking forward to a little more, we can always make a second date for next week,” Castiel’s eyes are bright and hopeful as he looks up to smile at Dean, who bites his lips and leans closer as Castiel speaks. Their hands brush on the hood of the Impala. “And then, hopefully,” he whispers, leaning in closer and letting his warm breaths tickle Dean’s neck, “a third date after that, and a fourth, and a fifth…”“Woah, Cas, you gonna start planning our wedding next?”

In which Dean and Castiel share their first date on Valentine’s Day, and Castiel has some strong opinions about The LEGO Batman Movie.

By Any Other Name by edgarallanrose
“What?” Dean asked.
“You just called Cas sweetheart,” Sam said, a grin spreading across his face.
“No I –“ Dean looked at Cas, who nodded solemnly in confirmation. “Shit I – I didn’t mean to!”
“What would we call that? A Freudian slip?” Sam asked, now openly snickering. Dean felt all his blood rush to his face.
“Shut up, Sammy,” he mumbled. “Sorry, Cas.”
“I really don’t –“ he began, then, thinking better of it, “it’s fine. You’re welcome, regardless.”
Dean couldn’t look at him the rest of the day.

bonus:

Speak Again, Bright Angel by edgarallanrose
As Dean waited in line he glanced around. There were pink and red paper hearts dangling from the ceiling and taped to the windows. There was a little rack by the door displaying Teddy Bears with chocolate boxes attached to their arms. Dean frowned. He checked the date on his phone.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath.

Don’t Call Her Sweetheart by dudewhatswiththeshorts | T, 6.2k
Kelly Kline dies and the nephilim child has nowhere to go. Well, that’s not completely true. She could go to the bunker with the Winchesters. Dean’s not too keen on that idea, but Sam and Castiel don’t care. Nephilim or not, she’s still a baby and therefore needs a family. Luckily Dean finds his inner mother and learns to love the baby. Although his constant nurturing, well… it’s kind of interfering with his relationship with Cas.
AKA a fic where Dean stops coming to bed so he can watch over a baby and also Cas gets jealous.

Do You Remember? by sixxstiel
Dean recalls a few key moments in his and Cas’ relationship
[warning: major character death]

First Impressions by oceanbluecas
Meeting at the altar, two strangers are joined in marriage. Castiel didn’t expect the sweet smile, the bright eyes, or the fierce protective offer. He didn’t expect Dean.

bonus:

Second Chances by oceanbluecas
Four days into their honeymoon, Castiel and Dean were absolutely miserable.

First Impressions by profound-boning
So what if the customer was super pissed for no good reason? Dude was hot. Dean could appreciate that.

Good-bye my sweetheart by lgoodrowblog

Grocery Store Valentine by crossroadsangelcastiel
Dean and Castiel go grocery shopping. Valentine’s Day fluff ensues.

Hallmark Holidays by winvhesters
it’s a certain couple’s first valentine’s day as a normal human people, and dean always likes to go all out with romantic gestures. castiel has a different opinion, about everything as far as the holiday goes. also, there’s a surprise! (it’s a good one i promise!)

Hello, Sweetheart by ripuptheending
In which Dean and Castiel argue over blow jobs and Dean has a serious Han Solo fetish.

just to hear your voice by pomegranatedaffodil
Captured by the British Men of Letters and cut off from his Grace, Castiel assumes that it won’t be long before Sam and Dean arrive to rescue him. But as the days pass with no sign of the Winchesters, he begins to realize that he will have to be the one to secure his own freedom, with his love for Dean to guide him home.

Left-handed Sweetheart by Hatsonhamburgers
It’s Valentine’s Day at Lawrence High, and a Cas is salty about the whole thing. Until he gets a carnation from a secret admirer, that is.
Will Cas find out who it is? Will he quit being bitter about love?? Will it be Dean Winchester??? Will there be hot sexual situations????All the answers to these questions (plus ones you didn’t even ask) and more!

The Life I Want by areiton
It’s ordinary, the hunt and everything in the aftermath. It’s what they’ve done a thousand times—but it’s not all he wants.

Lyft Me, Sweetheart by taymeelove
Castiel’s car broke again. He calls in a Lyft to bring him to work, who he got and what he got out of it was more than Castiel could have hoped for.

Nothing ever smells of roses by alxdiamond
It’s going well, until it isn’t. Dean knows how addiction works, how addicts work, but he still somehow expects it to be different with Cas.

(Not So) Fallen Angel by deannathegeek
A different kind of hunt.

Of Coffee and Courtships by GeekPrincess
This is the story of Dean and Castiel and falling in love; one coffee at a time.

Oh, Sweetheart by just-another-busy-fangirl
Castiel is upset, and Dean has to figure out why.

Piece By Piece by DeadlyKittenKay
There has been a death in the family. One that while doesn’t surprise, doesn’t hurt. How will Castiel come to terms with his conflicted heart?

Scarlet by fpwoper
Castiel finds Dean in coma in a hospital. Will he be able to save his love?

still our hands match by teacass
Castiel suspects Dean has been hunting alone more often now that both Castiel and Sam have left the bunker, but he rarely allows himself to think about that. There’s nothing he can do about it now — Dean had said as much, right to his face, the bitter ‘yeah, it’s over’ still ringing in his ears even months after that night.

Sugar and Salt by hautesauce
Dean thoughtlessly calls Castiel a pet name one too many times. Two can play at that game.
Salty!Cas and Oblivious!Dean star in the Deancas-Sweetheart Challenge!

Sweeten My Heart by breathingdestiel
Cas is in love with his best friend who is straight and could never love him back. But why is Dean all of a sudden calling him sweetheart, sunshine, and other pet names? Is it possible that Cas’ love isn’t unrequited after all?

The Troubles by taymeelove
In the little town of Haven, Maine, things are not what they seem. People can do things that shouldn’t be physically possible. This is the story of two of them.

There’s something about Misha by kitsunelovescas
Dean spends his evening with his hot new neighbor, helping him replace the front door to his apartment and generally being a nice guy, but there’s just something weird going on with Castiel’s cat, Misha.

Untitled by caslikescoffeeandfreckles
1k, au, meet cute

What humans do for fun by noxsoulmate
The best way to spend a day between hunts is relaxing – or with a snowball fight for the whole family.

The world is not beautiful, therefore it is by randomdestielfangirl
Cas tries (and fails) to have the perfect Valentine’s day date with his boyfriend.  

In-and-out-laws

Something I forgot to mention in my review of Supernatural 12x12, “Stuck in the Middle (With You),” because I was super tired last night…

This episode gave us one of the most interesting plot twists in the Destiel love story we’ve ever had, and that’s saying something.

In real life, the only commonly recognised way for someone to suddenly acquire an adult “son” is via marriage, as a son-in-law. Or, if there has been no marriage yet, they might still be called a son or son-in-law (or in Aussie slang, an out-law :) to acknowledge the seriousness of the relationship.

Without that romantic tie, a close friendship between one of your children and someone else (the “brother from another mother”) does not usually translate to being openly acknowledged as another son within the family as a whole. I’m not saying that never happens, I’m saying that in our common understanding of families, “in-law” is the recognised way for an unrelated adult to enter a family. In fact, pretty much the only publicly and legally acknowledged way an unrelated adult can join a family is via marriage, which is one of the reasons marriage equality is a core concern for many queer people.

So when Mary protectively co-opts Castiel as one of her boys in that final scene, after he just confessed his forbidden love for the Winchesters, and all the special things he’s shared with Humanity/Dean… when it’s pretty clear he had to give up his original Heavenly family in order to become a Winchester (and, I might add, in a way that works as a heartbreaking thematic parallel to the homophobia and disowning that still often follows a gay union)?

Yeah, the show downplayed this subtext as much as it possibly could while still making it a central part of the episode, because of course it did, but in real life, the most obvious implication to this kind of dynamic is that Mary thinks Castiel is her son-in-law.

That is the unavoidable conclusion the (sub)text is offering us. If it can really be called subtext. As I doubt mainstream audiences recognised the implication, despite its obviousness, I guess it still is.

(Whether Dean, Castiel, or for that matter, Sam, think Castiel has married into the family is a whole other post. But whatever they think, the implication is unavoidably offered to us in this episode – Mary considers Castiel her son-in-law now.)

No, It’s Bucky: Part 11

Fic Type: Reader insert

Relationship/pairing: Bucky/ Female Reader

Word count:  2,665

Warnings: Bad writing (lol) A few curse words, more bad writing and more curse words

After a fight in the 12th grade, the reader and Bucky don’t speak for 6 years until the reader moves back to her home town for a work.

THINGS THAT ARE VERY GOOD WILL HAPPEN BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN BUCKY ISN’T A LITTLE SHIT. AU story

A/N: Here is Part 11. I think the next Chapter will be the last so guys, It’s nearly over!!!

All errors are mine.

| Part 10 |                   | Part 12 | - Coming soon     




Job interviews are actually the bane of your existence. How does answering a series of predictable questions show your work ethic and prove to the potential employer that you are the best person for the job?

And why the hell did you insist on being interviewed for this job, honestly!  Are you insane? Have you actually gone off the deep end?!

Your potential new boss Peggy looked at you with a smile on her face, it was a look that scared you and comforted you at the same time. With an exhale, you continued on with the interview. From what Peggy had explained about the position was that this class is the outcome of an influx of new students and no space in other classrooms. Basically you had a whole new class to teach if you accepted the position. And the pay was about double what you are making now.

Your heart was definitely torn. This was the kind of position that you have dreamed of, not many out of college students get the opportunity to have; let alone be offered a full time position this soon. And if you take the position, all you have to do make arrangements with the school you are at and then you can start Monday.

With a smile you shake hands with Peggy and make your leave. Your decision had been made. Now it was time to let everyone know.

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The Twelve Houses

The First House: At the time you were born, the sign that was rising over the horizon is what you would call your Rising Sign or Ascendant. Since it is your first house, it’s the first thing people see of you. So it can determine your appearance of how you look physically and/or how others perceive you when meeting you for the first time. This is the perfect example of when some people say “I’m not shy once you get to know me.” Some Cancer risings, for example, are shy people when meeting them at first, but if their sun sign is, let’s say Gemini, once they get comfortable around you, their wild side comes out.

The Second House: Now that you know who you are instinctively, your second house is a result of how you aim to secure yourself in life within your qualities of your ascendant. It is the way we express ourselves in terms of achieving what we want and how we get what we want, such as money, material goods, etc.

The Third House: Have you ever felt the urge to dig deeper and explore the limits of the universe? That is you expressing the third house. It is the thirst of knowledge of asking questions trying to figure something out. Exploring, searching, hoping you find the answers. Investigating. 

The Fourth House: Once you have done your searching, it is in the fourth house where you have finally found your answers. It is when you decide to settle down and make a home for yourself with your newfound knowledge. It is who we are after dealing with our experiences. 

The Fifth House: Because we have searched and found, it is in our fifth house where we are able to feel confident within ourselves and express ourselves creatively because we are proud of what we have accomplished. 

The Sixth House: It is in the sixth house when we learn to determine what is good for us and what is bad for us. After our many experiences we now know how to take care of ourselves, whether it be in health or nutrition, knowing that if we do not take care of ourselves, we are not doing ourselves, mainly our heart, any favors.

The Seventh House: When we begin to expand ourselves and are able to socially join others, it is when we have reached the seventh house. We learn that we are not only to take care of ourselves, but others as well. It is the way we join relationships whether it be a marriage, friendship, or your daily yoga class. It’s a form of union.

The Eight House: When we decide to get rid of the things that we no longer see fit, it is the eighth house that we are expressing. It is a no-nonsense quality we possess in the eighth house because we see the ultimate truth and nothing else. It is traditionally the house of death.

The Ninth House: Once we have weeded out what we no longer need, we are now embarking on the longest journey of all. Religion plays a key part in the ninth house because it is the truth that we found in the eighth house that will continue to take us on a journey. It is our philosophy of life. 

The Tenth House: Once we have found our strongest sense of clarity, it is in the tenth house when we begin to see what we can do with it. For example, once we have realized what we are best at we can make a career out of it. 

The Eleventh House: Because we have seen our vision, it is in the eleventh house that we decide how we are going to put in motion our vision. We are now going to turn our dreams into reality. And because we are ready to show our vision to the world for others to see, we express humanitarianism. 

The Twelfth House: Now that we know what we want to achieve, we also know that sacrifices might have to be made. It is in this house where we learn that in order to send our message, it is better to deal with the sacrifices than to throw away all our hard work. 

Happy reading, and thank you for reaching the end!

- Astrologia xo

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recs where an alive! Hale pack reacts to Steter? Whether they can't believe Peter has found someone just as snarky or if they don't think it's gonna last and whatever is Peter doing to the poor boy? The fics don't have to be centred this though, just some interesting reactions from the Hale pack would be nice. :) Thanks!

Definitely! Here’s some I liked:

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

Sweet Like Cherry Wine by ladypigswagon

Stiles growls softly. He can’t seem to get the beak right, it’s too narrow, disproportionate with the rest of the head. He sighs, charcoal smudged fingers leaving grey marks on his cheeks as he drags a hand over his face. The crow he’s studying hops closer, squawking indignantly when it sees Stiles drawing.

“I’m trying,” Stiles mutters. The crow squawks again, hopping back along the branch. The setting sun casts a warm orange glow through the gaps in the treetops. His mother will probably come collect him for dinner soon; he needs to get this right before the light fades.

This Time Around by alternativename, Green

Stiles is a seer dreaming about a pack of werewolves who die in a fire; Peter is a begrudging packmate who doesn’t really feel like part of the family.

When Stiles finally crosses the line and changes the Hales’ history forever, the two of them start up their own story.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Red String verse by gryvon

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He’s going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn’t mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn’t mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride’s uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn’t like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

The Time Travel Grammar Book by Guede

Young newly-single mother Talia takes her three children home, only to find her parents missing and her teenage brother talking about strange monsters in the woods—and they’re werewolves themselves, after all, so this is worrying.

Meanwhile, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia touch down in yet another timeline. Obviously, they’re not here for the nostalgia.

The Dragon’s Wolf by DenaCeleste

Stiles is a vengeful dragon, and Peter is his mate. Stiles just has to convince Peter of that while they deal with the attempted murder of the Hale pack.

Write Me Love Notes in Glitter Glue by pibroch (littleblackdog)

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Stiles is a single dad with two kids, and a real contempt for the status quo. Peter is a kindergarten teacher with an army of loyal little minions, and maybe a few ulterior motives.

Can I Tattoo a Baby? by Elpie (Horribibble)

Before he inked his first tattoo, Stiles Stilinski had filled a dozen sketchbooks.
Before he knew what he wanted to do with his life, Stiles Stilinski had a kid to take care of.
Before he threw in the towel completely, Stiles Stilinski met Peter Hale.

Life is made up almost exclusively of happy accidents. (And some really terrifying childhood memories.) But that’s okay.

(Really they’re all kind of morons, but the Buffy style asskicking doesn’t hurt.)

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

Too many of them had died… and those who were left were more broken because of it. So when Peter hesitantly admitted to knowing about a spell that would send someone back in time Stiles knew he had to do it.

Of Gods and Men by Triangulum

Peter has always had his favorites. It’s not that he’s particularly fond of humans, he’s not, but he finds that walking invisible among them at times is much more entertaining than dealing with the squabbling and politics of the other gods. He’s always been a solitary creature among them, though his sister always calls him strange for that and says that gods aren’t meant to be alone. Maybe that’s why she has a horde of children.

OR

The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.

We Were Supposed to Be by Udunie

Stiles didn’t know what he expected to see in the closet. It was like every other one down the hallway, filled with cleaning supplies a janitor could need in a hospital. There wasn’t anything extraordinary, not a bottle out of place.

Two weeks ago, Heather killed herself in there.

Omegas were supposed to have sensitive noses, but Stiles couldn’t pick up anything. It all smelled like sickness and disinfectant, like every other room.

“Move it,” Harris barked out behind him. The beta swatted Stiles’ head with his clipboard, sending his ears ringing.

Stiles moved, feeling like he was in a bubble that made everything gray and dull on the outside.

Sometimes he missed Heather. Sometimes he envied her.

Less Sass, More Cupcake by nezstorm, Vaal

Stiles and Peter are a forever kind of deal. They know that, everyone who knows them knows that, the creatures they fight are aware of that, too. What they all don’t realize, though, is that Stiles and Peter haven’t taken the final step yet.

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Kindred Spirits - Teen Wolf Arc by Starkindler

Stiles was registered as Dormant when he didn’t come online at sixteen, after even his mother’s sudden death didn’t trigger his Sentinel genes. He wasn’t supposed to come Online. They said only an extreme circumstance where he feared for his survival could possibly trigger his genetics into becoming active, but they doubted it would happen even then. In other words, he was broken.

His life just wasn’t that exciting. Or so he thought, until one day he and Scott decided to take a jog in the woods, preparing for cross-country for their Senior year. It was the first half of summer, and starting early ensured they were in great shape for the start of school. There were general warnings of staying out of the woods, talk about how they could be dangerous. Stiles never believed them, because he’d spent some quality time in those same woods his entire life.

Besides, nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills.

Spinning Gold by Elpie (Horribibble)

Stiles finds himself locked in the highest room of the tallest tower, and he knows that when they come for him at dawn, it will still just be a room filled with straw.

Until Peter messes everything up.

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“Your doubt, while charming, is unwarranted. It can be done, and it will be done, but first we should come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.

“Agreed.”

Temporary Claim by run_for_me

Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.

Peter? The Duke only has one.

Deeper in Love || Jack Maynard Imagine

I take a deep breath and smooth down the non-excitant wrinkles in my suit.

“Mate take a breath if you faint before you say ‘i do’ ill kill you,” Conor say into my ear slapping his hand on my back.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous, like what if she backs out?” I ask nerves taking over my mind.

“Jack, were stood at the alter just waiting for Y/N to be ready to walk down the aisle, she’s not backing out,” Conor say hand still on my shoulder, I take a deep breath and compose myself. I hear the music start and the doors at the end of the church opening. My eyes make their way from my feet to the gorgeous girl walking down between the rows of our families. Memories of our lives together flashing through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. She’s wearing a beautiful long white dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. My chest swells with pride that after today she will be mine forever more.

“She looks gorgeous mate,” I vaguely hear Conor say. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of her and my love for her.

My eyes are locked on her words silently spoken between us. When she finally stops in front of me, I look towards the man that I am taking her off. I hold my hand out for him to shake but instead he hugs me, “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He says simply I pull away from him and offer him a nervous smile. He kisses Y/N’s cheek and takes his seat in the front row next to her mother.

“Hi,” She says softly.

“Hi,” I wink.

“Jack Maynard and Y/F/N L/N, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here today to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you,” I grin over at Y/N, “The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.”

My smile only widens, “Jack has decided that he wants to surprise his gorgeous partner with his own vows.” The priest says.

“So somehow I’ve managed to write and memorize my vows without you knowing,” I laugh.

“That’s not fair,”

“You are the one girl, I’ve ever taken home to meet my parents, even though at first we were sixteen and just friends I knew that something more would blossom from it,” I watch as tears appear in my gorgeous finance’s eyes, “I once asked you 'How would you feel if I told you that I loved you ?’ I knew at sixteen that it was just something that I wanted to do.”

I inhale softly, “I’m taking my time, spending life, falling deeper in love with you. One of my favorite memories of us is the story of our first kiss, I know how cute am I?” I ask making her laugh, “We were sitting on Mikey’s roof, after a party, I had my arms wrapped tightly around you, we were watching the sun replace the moon, and you asked me, 'Are you going to kiss me or do I have to kiss you?’ so I leaned in and kissed you and every single day since then I have made sure to place my lips on yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, “Oh I wish that I could kiss you right now,” she says exasperatedly. Making our friends and family laugh.

“Jack and Y/N, the time has come to forget all the stress of planning this day and simply enjoy your friends and family who have gathered to spend this day with you. This group of loved ones will, likely, never be together in the same place again. Through quiet reflection and nostalgia, think about how each person has touched your life and why they are here with you today.”

“Do you Jack choose Y/N to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” I smile tears gathering in my eyes.

“Do you Y/N choose Jack to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” She says eyes locked with mine.

“Now for the rings,” The priest says, “Jack and Y/N have practiced and hopefully memorized the words to say here.” We laugh and nod our heads.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live,” I say placing a simple gold band on her fourth finger, she’s almost a Maynard.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live.” She says placing an identical band on my finger.

“Jack?” The priest says catching my attention, “You may now kiss your bride.” I grin widely to all of our friends and family. Before placing my lips on Y/N’s, I dip her slightly the cheers of our friends and family falling silent on my ears all of my focus on the gorgeous girl who is now my wife.

On Aya you can talk to this Angaran woman selling various kinds of fruits native to their planet. If you choose to talk to her you can learn fruit isn’t exactly rare or scarce and yes, some can be expensive comparatively. But there is a reason for it. There is one fruit (I can’t remember the name) that isn’t meant to be used for everyday life. It’s function in Angaran society is to be shared among friends and family in celebration of something wonderful. 

What that would be for them, I can’t guess. Maybe the joy of a birth? Joining of families? Marriage between individuals? 

Wouldn’t it be absolutely sweet for Ryder to purchase one of these fruits once her and Jaal got serious? 

It would mean the world to him. After he questions her if she knows what the fruit is used in Angaran culture, he’d yell Sara and engulf her in a soul-crushing embrace out of pure unfiltered joy, spinning her around the room in a dizzying fit as they laugh together. Jaal more so than Sara as he can’t contain himself. Not after this. I love you goes only so far and this… fruit symbolizes much more than that.

It is a physical representation of their love. A reason to celebrate.

Partners

Originally posted by stormtropr

This is my first request, yay! I will try to fill requests within a week of their posting (school and work schedules permitting).

The poster requested a fic in which the Reader and Tommy are married. Tatiana crashes the Reader’s birthday party and flirts with Tommy pushing the Reader and Thomas into a fight.

I enjoyed writing this and depending on the response I might continue it.


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(Hello! NickHopps_JudyWilde here! Here is the next installment of Honeymoon Vacation. The photo above is again drawn and colored by the amazing @ziegelzeig. And I have to say this to everyone who liked and repubbed this photo. Thank you all so much! And thank you to all who have read the story after being introduced. It means so much to me to how popular my fan fic has gotten in just two days. You are all the best!

So without further or due, here is the next chapter.)


Surprise!


Stu kissed his daughter on her cheeks before taking his seat next to Bonnie and Nicks mother, watching her walk up to the alter next to her fiancé.

Judy saw Nick standing by Finnick and Clawhauser, and just how handsome he looked. Like the day he joined the ZPD, dressed in his blues with an over zealous smile.

Nick could feel his throat starting to tighten, not from anguish, but to how beautiful she was. It was an overwhelming feeling, he thought he was about to cry.

The flowers that she was carrying, in which she handed to Francine who was the made of honor, symbolized Nick and Judy. Just like the rose he brought her all those months ago and the engagement ring, half amethyst and half emerald, just like their eyes.

Nick and Judy faced each other at the alter, looking at one another in their wedding attire. Up close, Nick saw how truly beautiful Judy was, something that he could never get tired of seeing. And for Judy, she had forgotten how handsome he looked; his soft white fur glistening from the painted windows and his badges reflecting the rays of the sun, more reasons that she was proud to become his soon to be wide.

After their blissful moment of devotion they turned to the snow leopard priest, smiling. The priest was from the ZPD, dedicating his life to joining officers in marriage. He was a Major in the Precinct 1 department, and also highly decorated and very well respected among the other officers of Precinct 1.

The priest cleared his throat loudly in the microphone around his ear. “Please take your seats,” the priest asked in a polite tone. Once the many rabbits and friends of both the bride and groom sat down, the leopard continued. “Thank you all for coming to watch as these two mammals come together in holy matrimony.”

The room erupted in applause and whistles, mostly from Judy’s side of the family. The groomsmen and bridesmaids clapped and smiled, other than Finnick who never smiled but still clapped along.

The priest made a motion with his hands so the crowd would calm down.

“Now before we begin this ceremony, does anyone here have any objections?”

The crowd either stayed silent or shook their heads in answer.

“Very well,” the leopard nodded as he opened The Bible he held in his paws. “Today…”

*********

Nick awoke to the sound of the most annoying sound in the world, the steady loud beeping of an alarm clock. He peeked open an eye and saw that the sun had just began to rise. The slumberous fox reached out across the bed for Judy, but felt nothing but blanket.

“Hmm?” He grumbled tiredly, glancing around the room with his free eye as half of his head was buried in his pillow.

With slight agitation, he slapped the clock with such force he heard a crack, not that he cared in that second.

He sat up, the thick warm blanket covering his torso. He extended his long arms and felt the tendons and muscles pop from soreness. A strong yawn rushed out, exposing his sharp canines and his other sharp dagger like teeth.

“Wooooo,” Judy softly cooed next to Nick, her elbows on the night stand with her paws under her chin. “The beast wakes up, the knives come out.” A warm pleased smile shined his way.

He twisted his neck and popped it a couple times. He did the same with his back, releasing all the pressure held in his neck and back. “Oooohhhhh” he emphasized with an orgasmic tone.

He opened his tired eye to see Judy. She was already dressed in a elegant black pullover sweat shirt with black rippled jeans. “Mornin’ fluff. You’re up early,” He said as he rubbed the fog out of his eyes

Judy sat down on the edge of the bed next to Nick, grabbing the tired foxes paw. “Just wanted to get ready for today.” She leaned in and kissed him while his eyes were closed.

Today was the day. The day she would surprise Nick with the news of their baby. And she could hardly contain her happiness. Her smile was brighter, and she was practically jumping with each step.

But, she was also nervous beyond anything she’s ever felt. Butterflies filled her stomach as each day grew closer.

The second day Nick and Judy explored more areas of the city. The next area they picked out was the Tundra Town version of Metropolis, Avalanche Bay. It was a trade route that was connected between two large river junctions that went to and from Zootopia. The other end of the river flowed a couple hundred miles out to the open sea.

They attended a new restaurant that served Tuna, Salmon, Cod for carnivorous mammals and fruits frozen in a layer of chocolate, and some warm soups for non-predatory animals.

They spent some time shopping as well. Judy bought a warmer coat that had fake fur around the collar, red with black splotches. Nick protested against it, saying it looked like she was wearing the fur of a fox she just killed. She told Nick it matched his fur and that’s why she bought it, sixty five dollars later.

Something that Avalanche Bay was famous for was the many upon many areas of ice skating rinks. Judy hadn’t skated in years. The last time she did was when she was a teenager. Nick had never been, hence him falling multiple times. She had fallen too, but tried her very best to not fall forward onto her stomach.

The third day, being sore with aches in their bodies, they went down to the hotels hot tub. Judy’s stomach had grown a little more, so she dressed into her swim suit underneath her normal clothes before they left the hotel room.

“So what do we have going on today my love?” Nick slurred, yawning once more. He kissed her on the cheek, then rubbing her with his cheeks.

“Well I was thinking we could get our fur groomed and then I could get a pawdicure while you get your fur styled.” Her voice was mumbled as Nick pressed his face against hers, scrunching it slightly.

He wrapped his arms around her, laying his entire body weight on her. “What’s the occasion?” He wondered.

“Just wanted to go somewhere fancy. Give ourselves somewhere to go celebrate our marriage with just us. And surprise you with our baby.” She took his head and placed it in the gap between her legs. “How does that sound, my sly fox?” She smiled empathetically.

“Sounds like the most magnificent idea you’ve had all day, my lovely bunny,” he smiled back, asserting his happiness. His tail brushed back and forth on the bed shirts.

After a few more minutes of being glued to each other, Nick got himself half dressed. “I’m gonna get some breakfast. What are you in the mood for?”

“Surprise me!” She answered excitedly. The hotel food was exquisite compared to what she previously thought.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a jiffy” he confirmed, his voice echoing out of the room.

When she heard the door shut, she jumped out of bed and hustled to the bathroom. She took her sweater off and posed in front of the mirror, holding the bigger but still small, little baby bump in a paw. She smiled as the flash reflected off the mirror, capturing another fantastic picture. She had not one picture for each day, but several. And for good reason.

Within ten minutes, Nick came back with a giant platter of bagels, donuts, cereal, a bowl of blueberries, raspberries and banana slices, and a stack of whole wheat toast.

“Mmmm” she hummed while she licked her lips. “Looks tasty.” She grabbed a seat at the dining table.

“Smells good too” Nick sniffed the food, it’s delicacy of different flavors filling his nostrils.

He grabbed some plates the hotel offered from the cabinets, giving one to the awaiting Judy.

She grabbed a cinnamon roll donut, a mix of the fruit, two pieces of toast with country made strawberry jam, and a bowl of Wheaties.

“Thank you Nick,” Judy said.

“No problem fluff. So when’s the fancy dinner?” Nick sat back in his chair, munching on a blueberry he popped in his mouth.

“It’ll be later tonight. I still want to go check out The Amazon Stretch before we get our coats groomed.”

Nick let out a short groan of despondent. “My fur’s gonna get all wet! Then I’ll fluff once it dries out.” He scrunched his face, not liking the idea.“I’d rather run ten miles in the desert of Sahara Square with all my gear on than get drenched in the musty forest.”

“You big baby. I’m gonna be right there with you slick,” she laughed. “Except I’m gonna be the smart one out of us and wear a rain coat so I don’t get wet.” She smiled smugly at the annoyed fox.

Nick peered from the corner of his eye at her. “Pretty sure foxes are smarter than bunnies,” he countered.

“You mean ‘dumber’” she corrected with a playful wink.

She hid a chuckle as Nick slumped down into the dining table. “I’ll get you back soon enough, Carrots” he proclaimed.

“Sure you will,” she coaxed. She jumped out of her seat and cantered to her husband.

He tensed up slightly as the provocative bunny moved her way closer and closer to him. Her gaze never left his as she found her way up into his chair.

She sat on his lap, folding her legs across his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s called a hustle sweetheart.”

She kissed him with a teasing smile mixed in.

Nick kissed her back, pulling her closer to him in a warm embrace.

“I love you Judy, you sly bunny” he grinned.

“I love you too Nick.”

For the next ten minutes, they ate the rest of the food, making sure they get a full belly before making their way for the long day that awaited them.

As they got ready, Judy unfolded an athletic bag from her suitcase to place a poncho, a couple bottles of water and some ibuprofen in case she was going to feel weak or in pain.

The bunny and fox left the hotel, saying goodbye to their bellhop Byron before departing to the trolly station. It took three more stops in the other districts and half an hour later prior to reaching The Amazon Stretch.

Although it rained quite a bit in The Amazon Stretch just like it did in the Rainforest District, the humidity it brought was much worse. There were more areas of direct sunlight through the canopy of trees and even more businesses. Even when Nick protected his fur from the rain with the plastic coat, it still managed to fluff out.

“I told you fluff,” Nick stated, slightly waddling in the uncomfortable rain coat. “I look ridiculous right now.” He grumbled loudly, directing it to his wife.

“Look at me,” Judy countered as she turned around. Her coat was just as bad as Nick’s. It looked like she had grown five times her normal size. Her cheeks were puffed out like a small fat child. “I look like I haven’t brushed in a year.”

“Well,” he began. “You were right about us being in the same boat” he laughed. His bristled fur scratched against the coat he wore.

They walked across a bridge that led to another side of the forest. Sunlight gleamed off the dark green leaves, warming the two almost immediately.

Judy took a long heavy swig of her water, holding Nick’s paw as he led them down a stone path. Her breathing was heavy but hidden so Nick couldn’t hear her struggling.

With his sensitive hearing, even though Judy tried hiding it, he could tell that she was having trouble breathing. The heavy inhale of air as her chest rose and fell from the sweltering, humid air. The constant sweat droplets falling from the tips of her ears and cheeks.

He was worried that this heat, along with being partly out of shape, was starting to get to her. But there was still something that was bugging him, something that he still couldn’t figure out. And he planned on finding out tonight during dinner.

“It’s a good thing we’ve got that grooming appointment soon. Otherwise, I don’t think I’d be able to brush my coat with the best brush in the world” Nick complained about his fur, starting to feel his skin beginning to get agitated.

Judy let out an exhausted gasp of air as they reached the bottom of the path. She sat down on a bench that was covered in vines from the forest, only the seat was clear of them.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You seem a little… Tired than normal” he pointed out with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she smiled reassuringly. She sensed that he was beginning to connect the dots. “Guess I need to do more cardio when we get back to Zootopia.”

They both chuckled to her comment, Nick slightly agreeing with her. “Save that thought for later” he added. “I’m not gonna be prepared for what Bogo has in store when we get back.”

“It won’t be so bad,” she assured. “You give him too much credit Nick.”

“Yeah well, he’s still gonna put me on parking duty for the next month after I called him 'buffalo butt’.”

“Ha ha” Judy swayed her head back and forth with each sarcastic laugh. “Sucks to be you!” She pointed, flicking a finger on the tip of his nose.

“Why’re you laughing? You’ll be right there along with me bunny” he smiled audaciously.

“Oh yeah? I’m sure I can get out of it.”

“How?”

“I have my ways,” she winked, slightly implying a hint to her fox.

Nick took off his plastic coat as the heat and sun began to get to him. He slid over to Judy, opening his arms to let them air out. “I don’t know how some of these animals can stand living here. I’m baking alive.” He huffed out an exhausted sigh of air.

Judy sniffed the foul smell radiating off of Nick’s sweat filled fur. “You need a shower. You smell like rotting onions in the hottest day of summer.” She scrunched her nose to the ripe smell.

“The bugs seem to like it,” Nick said, swatting away mosquitos and flies that circled around him. “I might just jump into that river right there.” He pointed to a slow flowing river about fifty yards away that had a wooden dock for mammals to jump into.

Nick began to take his shirt off, until Judy halted his movement. “Nick, this isn’t the Naturalist Club. We’re out in public” she beamed as a black bodied Arabian horse along with a teenage colt walking by the path, shooting the fox a bleak stare.

“Oh,” he realized as the colt stared at him in wonder. He tucked his shirt back down and looked onwards down the path.

Moving from side to side on the bench, Judy scratched her chafed fur in her back. “Let’s go” she said, unable to bear her scratchy fur.

********

After a trip back to the hotel, they both took a shower to wash off their grimy fur for the grooming appointment.

Luckily for them, the groomers shop was just a few blocks away from their hotel. It’s name had coincidentally the owners name, Haley’s Fur and Coat Needs; the sign was a cats paw. She was a lioness with a magnificent golden-brown coat, and obviously well groomed.

With the grooming process, a full body massage was given and felines were the perfect candidates to do the job, and were great groomers.

An assistant, a male ocelot, took Nick into a room away from Judy, as they had to undress. Haley took Judy to the back room, far enough away so a gawking fox wouldn’t be able to hear or see.

“I’m Haley,” the lioness introduced to Judy , reaching out a paw. “I’ll be your groomer today” she smiled wide, a fang sliding out from the side of her lip in the process. But it was a polite smile, no threat intended.

“I’m Judy. It’s nice to meet you” she smiled back, shaking the polite lionesses paw.

“So I have you for a full body massage and a fur grooming?” The lioness listed.

“Yup!” The euphoric bunny replied.

She had been in need of a massage for a while and she had many sore areas in her muscles, especially when it came to her feet. Their growing baby also came into factor for her soreness as well.

“If you would, please take your clothes off but leave your underwear on. And when you’re done, place the towel over your waste and I’ll be right back with you.”

Once she left the room, Judy proceeded to get undressed, dropping her clothes on a chair next to the wall. She laid down onto the table, carefully placing her stomach on the medium soft maroon table.

A knock came within a few minutes, the lioness walking back in with a bottle of massage oil.

“We’ll start off with a massage and then the groom right after.”

“Okay” Judy muffled in reply, her face buried in the head rest.

The masseuse began kneading her back, loosening the tense tendons and muscles between her shoulder blades. She pushed down with enough force for Judy to feel the many knots that possessed within her muscles.

She had gotten down to her lower back when the lioness began conversation. “So, are you a cop?” She asked.

Judy’s ears shot up to her question. “What’s makes you think that?” Judy replied.

“I’ve had many officers come through here with the same exact amount of tension in their muscles, if not more. Even the police chief of Metropolis comes here often, and he’s a bunny too.”

“Really?” Judy was intrigued by the lionesses story. She had no idea that a bunny was in control of the massive police force in the city.

“Oh yeah! I think his name is…” She paused. Then, “Jack Savage! That’s what it is.”

“Jack Savage? Quite a name for a rabbit,” Judy joked.

Haley laughed. “Yeah, he’s a handsome buck” she hinted slyly.

It was a good thing that her face was covered because she scowled in anger to the groomers remark. But before she could speak, the groomer broke her train of thought.

“But I can tell you’re married and are having a baby” she confessed.

Judy shifted herself on the table to her masseuses quick correction. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not with you covering your natural scent or at first glance, but I can tell. Plus your wedding ring helps the married part.”

Judy smiled with a fixed gaze on the floor.

“Do you know whether it’s a boy or a girl?”

“No. I haven’t even told my husband about the baby yet.” A small laugh escaped her. “I plan on surprising him tonight at dinner.”

“That’s an awesome way of surprising someone,” Haley remarked kindly.

She then began massaging her hamstrings, in which Judy’s legs seized up from the tenderness. She held in a hiss of pain as the lioness pressed out the knots in her strong legs.

Then when she reached the area around her knee, Judy groaned loud enough for Haley to hear.

“Sorry about that. If I’m being too aggressive just let me know.”

“Okay.”

Across the grooming shop, Nick was getting his fur own fur groomed. The ocelot was white in color with many spots of black shapes that covered around his eyes and stretched across his entire body; kind of like a skinnier version of Clawhauser.

“My name is William,” he introduced. Come to find out, he was also gay. He had that type of high pitched voice that just stood out.

“Nick,” the red fox replied, his Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts off with just a white towel covering his waste.

“Is this your first grooming?” The ocelot asked as he grabbed a handful of different types and sizes of brushes.

“Yup. From a professional standpoint anyways. Normally I’ll try and groom myself the best I can until I get tired of brushing myself.” He chuckled to his own comment as the ocelot began on his back.

“No argument there,” William agreed. “Before I became a groomer, I always hated grooming myself if I could help it.”

“What changed your…. Mind?” Nick paused when the male feline caught and pulled on a patch of knotted fur, which in turn made Nick cringe.

“Sorry about that. I actually just wanted to help others out with their fur. Mainly I just started out grooming my friends’ fur and they really liked how well I did. Soon as I knew it, I started grooming here in Metropolis.”

Nick clucked once before issuing, “Sounds like me in a way. Believe it or not, I was a con fox before becoming an officer in the ZPD.”

“The ZPD?”

Nick turned around slightly so he was looking at William. “Yeah, the Zootopia Police Department. Me and my wife are from Zootopia,” he smiled as he looked back at the door where his bunny was getting the same treatment.

“I’ve heard many good things about Zootopia!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm. “I’ve heard it’s a place where anything is possible, including relationships with other mammals.”

“Such as?” Nick carefully asked, seeing if the ocelot was going to say something he might regret saying.

The ocelot stopped brushing for a second. “Interspecies couples. There’s not many around here in Metropolis. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any,” he stated as he continued brushing.

“Why is that? Is it shunned upon?”

Will shook his head in reply. “No, but they’re just afraid of what others would think of them. And there are some who don’t agree with it at all.”

When Nick heard this, his thoughts raced back to Kieran when he told Judy and him his disregards for interspecies couples. “Oh yeah. Found that out once we got here.”

“But seeing that you’re an inter, you don’t seemed bothered by it.”

“No,” Nick replied, slightly shaking his head. “Judy and I had our fair share when we first started dating. But you get used to it after a while, then everyone soon accepts it for what it is.”

The two predators sat in silence for a few moments, just the sound of the metal brush coursing through Nick’s bristled fur was the only sound. He could already tell his fur was much neater and softer than it had been in a very long time.

The ocelot began grooming his tail, in which it twitched with dissatisfaction and uncomfortable sensations as many patches of his fur pulled and twisted back into a straighter position. Other than the tug of his fur from the twisted fur, he was relaxed and calm, his ears down to his head in satisfaction.

Then the sudden movement of William caught his sensitive ears’ attention. “Can I tell you something?” The white spotted cat asked hesitantly, placing his brush on his desk.

Nick turned around, “Yeah” he obliged, almost answering in a question himself.

Will looked around, as if afraid that someone was going to hear him, even when it was just the two them in the room. Then he motioned for Nick to come closer, almost face to face with him.

“Now, this goes to saying that I haven’t told anyone else about this,” he whispered to Nick, still wary about his surroundings. “But… I’m an inter too.”

“What’s so bad about that?” He shrugged.

“Nothing!” The feline retorted. “It’s just that… I’m afraid of coming out an inter. My boyfriend is a otter and we’ve been dating for almost a year now. I’m just… Afraid that we won’t be accepted.”

“Listen here young one,” he addressed. He called him 'young’ because, well, he was young. “There is nothing wrong with being who you are. Ya hear me? Just because others don’t approve doesn’t mean you have to live in fear of their judgment. And no matter what, as long as it’s with the person you love the most, no one can ever stop who you are and how you feel.”

Just then, Nick noticed the groomers’ eyes beginning to water. A whimpering smile slowly grew on his face, and that’s when the tears began soaking the fur under his eyes. He wept just loud enough for his gasps of air to echo off the room walls.

“Thank you,” he wept. “No one has ever stood up for me being different before.”

“You’re welcome,” Nick responded with a smile.

The ocelot then moved quickly, hugging Nick in the process of his whimpers.

Nick was slightly stunned and confused, mostly because he didn’t expect such a reaction for just giving advice. It wasn’t like it was a life changing speech like the time when Judy gave him his badge after proving that anyone really can be anything, just as long as you have the heart and drive to do so.

“Alright, alright” Nick offered a couple taps on his back for reassurance.

*********

With just thirty minutes left until their reservation, Judy and Nick were busily preparing for their anniversary dinner date. Judy was getting dressed in the bathroom while Nick took the adjacent bedroom.

The anxious bunny was just that; butterflies filled her growing belly as she constantly looked at her phone, watching the time slowly go by, minute by minute. Now that the time had finally arrived, she was more nervous than she was just a few hours ago. She took another photo of herself in the mirror before putting her dress on.

Nick in the meantime was struggling with his tie. “Ugh,” he exaggerated with an agitated growl. “I hate these ties. Having the zip up ones is so much better than trying to tie these…”

His complaining trailed off as he heard the door from the bathroom open, his ears propping up from their flustered state. He turned around, his paws fondling with the tie, until he saw the beautiful creature standing in front of him. She was wearing the same dress that mesmerized him the night he proposed to her, a black dress with red lining on the seems, matching the color tones of her fur.

He felt his heart skip a beat to how stunning she looked at that moment. “Wow Carrots, you look…” He paused, searching for a word that would best describe how she looked, but went with what he knew best to call her. “Beautiful as ever” he cooed.

She smiled to his flattering compliment. “You flatterer.” She walked up to Nick, with the brightest smile she had since their wedding. “You need some help there slick?”

Without a word, but a quick laugh, he turned to Judy who was now standing on the bed. “Come here,” she called him over to move in closer.

Instead of just a normal knot, she ended up making an intricate knot called The Eldridge Knot. As Nick watched, he lost track of how she was making such a complicated knot.

“There you go handsome” she said, overlooking her good work.

“Thanks Carrots.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. It twitched to the loving sensation.

“Ready for this?” She asked as Nick carrier her off the bed.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he replied, holding her paw in his as they walked out of their hotel room.

For the first time since they arrived, the couple finally agreed to take a taxi to their restaurant.

The name of the restaurant was Ovideon’s. At first sight, it looked to be a type of a fancy restaurant, and for good reason. Everyone was dressed in fashionable wear; from the super rich elite to the normal mammals who just wanted to be fancy for a night.

After the taxi dropped them off, with Nick unquestionably opening the door for his wife, a mouse waiter dressed in a formal black and white tux welcomed them.

“Welcome to Ovideon’s. My name is Isaac. Do you have a reservation?” The small little gray mouse asked.

“Yes. Mr and Mrs. Wilde” Nick affirmed. He pulled Judy close to his side.

The mouse nodded and walked his way down a list that he was standing on. With his tiny paws, he read each name until he stopped at theirs.

“Ah, yes. Mr and Mrs. Wilde. Follow me please,” he asked politely in a squeaky voice. He rang a little bell and another waiter came up; it was a polar bear, also dressed in a black and white tux. The tiny mouse hopped into the palm of the bear, issuing for Nick and Judy to follow them.

“Do those two remind you of anyone Carrots?” Nick asked Judy.

“Huh?” Judy uttered in confusion. Then Nick pointed to the polar bear and mouse ahead of them.

Judy thought hard for a long second until the gears in her head clicked. Her ears shot up as she began to chuckle softly. “Mr. Big and Koslov!” She exclaimed to Nick softly, covering her mouth with her fingers.

Nick gave her two thumbs up and a sly wink.

The polar bear lead them towards the center of the restaurant, where a table with candle light and blood red wine awaited. The table was draped with a hot pink table cloth with a rose red cloth across the middle. The classy dressed bear pulled a seat out for Judy, as Nick would do; it was their custom to pull out chairs for females, like a lot of restaurants do for female customers as well, and also the same for the gentleman.

“Here you are Mr. and Mrs. Wilde,” the polar bear presented them in a deep voice.

“This is my assistant, Vladimir. If you need anything, just call him over and he’ll assist you.” Both the mouse and the bear then left with a smile on their faces.

Nick and Judy sat and looked around at the highly decorated interior. From the glossy windows to the bronze colored walls that reflected the candlelight from the chandeliers and candle sticks from the many tables within. The conversations from other mammals echoed around the large room, catching the ears of the married couple.

“Some place huh?”

“It’s beautiful,” Judy added, her eyes mesmerized by the colors.

“And this wine” he concurred, twirling the glass in his paw. “It smells so good!” He said as he sniffed the sweet red wine. His voice was just loud enough for the other mammals to give him dirty looks.

“Nick! Inside voice!” Judy scolded softly.

Nick grew wary as he saw mammals staring at him. His ears dropped and his face turned red from embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m kinda new to this” he tried lightening up with a smile.

Judy then leaned in and grabbed both of his paws. “It’s fine slick. I’m a little nervous too,” Judy said rubbing his thumbs with hers.

He smiled. “You should try out the wine though. It’s delicious!” He ecstatic said in a much lower voice.

To his request, Judy took her glass of wine and gulped down the smooth red liquid until the cup was half empty. She knew that drinking a little bit of wine wouldn’t hurt the baby, due to her own research and remembering her mom had a glass here and there when she was pregnant.

“Wow! That was good!” She agreed with Nick, licking any remaining remnants of the wine off her lips.

After both emptied their glasses, Vladimir walked up with two dishes in one paw with Isaac in the other just minutes after.

“Here is your dinner,” Isaac introduced in a French accent. Vladimir lightly placed the dishes of food in front of them. Another waiter, this time a honey badger, filled their empty glasses with more delicious nectar.

Vlad lifted the sterling silver lid and revealed two separate entrées.

“For the madam, a market greens salad with candied pecans, diced carrots and radish with midnight moon goat cheese on the side. And for the gentlemammal, a slow roasted tuna cut into thin strips with lemon pepper and onions for the seasoning and broccoli for the side.”

Nicks mouth started to water to the sight of the fresh fish and the savory aroma it was steaming off.

“Bon appétite,” the little mouse squeaked. With that, the polar bear and mouse duo left the two to enjoy their meal.

Judy was content eating her salad, her nerves going off the charts as her anticipation lingered further and further into the night. Nick on the other hand, devoured the plate of fish in a ten minute time span.

After cleaning his plate of any remaining food, Nick wiped his fur and coat of any crumbs or oils from the fish.

“That was easily the best salad I’ve ever had!” Judy exclaimed, taking the last bite of spinach and diced carrot.

“You should’ve tasted the fish,” Nick retorted. The thought of the fish alone made him tempted to order another one.

“I’m glad you liked it, slick” she smiled to the fish filled fox.

Judy sipped her glass of wine while they sat. Her plan for the surprise was about to unfold; after they were done eating, she told herself, she was gonna tell Nick about their baby.

She pictured how Nick was going to react: he was gonna scream with pure joy and passion to finding out he was going to be a father. But her negative thoughts also came in as well. She also pictured him shunning her for not telling him sooner or shutting her out because he wasn’t ready for a kit or didn’t want one. Those scared her immensely, because she wasn’t sure if she could handle the pain to those emotions if they happened.

And she knew that the pregnancy was due to having these negative emotions, so she forced them out of her mind so she only thought of the positives.

With a nervous breath of air, she prepared herself.

“Nick?” She called, trying to grab her foxes attention as he downed another glass of wine.

Taking in the last few sips of ecstasy, Nick turned his gaze to his beautiful wife. “Yeah Carrots?”

“Wanna hear a joke?” She asked, her heart racing to the words she was about to utter.

“Sure! Lay it on me” he replied, placing his elbows on the table to support his chin, waiting for his dumb bunny to tell this joke.

She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a few to allow her heart rate to lower. She exhaled and began.

“What do you call…” She paused for a second. “A one humped bunny?”

“What do you call… A one humped bunny?” Nick repeated, not catching the most obvious hint that Judy could have thrown at him.

But then, he laughed. “Come on, Carrots. You’re just trying to copy my camel joke.” He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms and smiled, still oblivious. “That’s easy, it’s preg…” He paused and went silent. His eyes grew wide while his pointed ears shot up. His breathing became heavy as he looked towards Judy.

“Judy…” He quivered, hardly able to speak. The answer finally clicked in his mind. “Are you…?”

Judy smiled passionately, holding up three fingers. “Three weeks,” she commented, her violet eyes sparkling.

Nick sat there, stunned to the news he just heard. He finally understood. The quick and sudden changes in attitude, her health, along with her being more passionate during their love making sessions, it all made sense now. He even realized all the tiny hints that she was throwing at him; from the almost plain and simple comments to her looking at babies and baby clothing and toys.

Judy thought he was about to jump out of his seat, the way his muscles were twitching. But he didn’t move. He just sat there, stunned.

But then, he did something that she didn’t expect. He fell to his knees, onto the ground just feet away from Judy. She thought he was about to burst out crying for how much his lip was quivering.

“Can… Can I…” He stuttered, reaching out a paw towards Judy.

Without hesitation, she grabbed his paw and gently placed it on her belly. He tensed up to the touch of his paw on her stomach, afraid he would hurt her fragile body, and the baby.

But once he felt around, he could feel the slight bulge of her stomach. And that’s when the tears fell. They fell down his cheeks and wet his fur. He was in disbelief, but at the same time, happy, joyful even.

Judy could feel her own eyes starting to water from the joy she could sense that was hidden behind his tears. Her smile drew in all the happiness that she could muster that replaced any negative feelings she had before.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna be a dad” he sniffled with a half smile.

“Yes Nick. We’re gonna be parents,” Judy answered with her words choked up from her own over joyed emotions. The happiness she hoped for was more than she could have imagined coming from Nick. He was happy, just like she had hoped. And she… she was going to be a mother.

“I’m gonna be a father!” Nick exclaimed suddenly, picking Judy up out of her chair and spinning her in the air. His tears flew out of his eyes and into the air, with the biggest smile he had since his wedding day.

At first, since Judy wasn’t expecting him to grab her, she let out a tiny shrill of shock. But it was replaced soon after with a smile.

Everyone around them stood up and cheered for both Nick and Judy. Isaac and Vlad clapped along with the crowd.

After a minute, he put Judy back down onto the floor. “I love you, Judy Wilde. Thank you, for everything.” He kissed her lovingly, so everyone there could see how much he truly loved his wife, and his unborn child.

“I love you too, Nicholas Wilde.”

As of that moment, he mentally prepared himself for the biggest challenge of his life: becoming a father and raising a family of his own. Him, Nicholas Wilde, a former con man, was going to become a father, with his unborn child inside of the love of his life.

Forbidden Flame

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“Now Now,” Michael interrupted as he put a hand on each of your shoulders. “What the fuck is my best friends hand doing up my little cousins skirt?” You both quickly pulled away from each other you felt your face burning red while Isaiah shot right up to his feet.

“Didn’t see you there mate,” Isaiah was trying to avoid the conversation. You couldn’t be bothered with all the hiding especially now you weren’t really hiding anymore.

“We need to talk, but not here,” you break the awkward silence between you all and head for the books room.

“What are you doing?” Isaiah asks clearly worried.

“I can’t be bothered with it anymore.”

“If your brothers find out they’ll kill me.”

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Feminism in the New Testament
  • The first Christians were women–Mary, our Holy Mother, and her cousin, Elizabeth. The first to praise Jesus was Elizabeth when she said “And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me?” (Luke 1:43).  She is the first to recognize that Jesus is the Son of God
  • Jesus performed His first miracle at the request of His mother, showing His respect for women (”The Wedding at Cana, book of John)
  • Jesus and the Woman of Samaria—even Christ’s disciples were surprised to see Him speaking to a woman so earnestly.  He wanted to educate her, and He spoke to her just as He would speak to a man.  Throughout the New Testament, Jesus spends a lot of time with His female followers, making sure that they are just as educated as His male followers (Book of John, 4.21)
  • The Beatitudes (Mathew Chapter 5)–These teachings are what should be at the heart of Christianity.  Here, Jesus gives loving attention to the marginalized and powerless in society, and who is more powerless than women? Jesus takes the side of the oppressed and offers them blessings
  • “….I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart” (Matthew 5.28)  To me, this verse is particularly feminist because instead of blaming women for the problem of sexual harassment, or asking them to cover up so that they don’t tempt men, Jesus is putting the sin on men ONLY–to me, He is very clearly saying here that lust in these situations is not the women’s fault for not covering up, but it’s the mans fault for looking at her in a lustful way 
  • “…a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.  So they are no longer two, but one flesh” (Mark 10.7)  Here, Jesus describes a marriage in which man and wife are joined together as equals.  One is not dominant over the other, but rather they become One. 
  • In Luke 8.1, many women were described as being followers of Jesus, and it even says that the women “provided for them out of their resources”. meaning that the women funded Christ’s ministry, making them an integral part of the beginning of Christianity
  • Luke 10.38–Martha gets mad at her sister Mary because while Martha was cooking and preparing, Mary sat at Jesus’ feet to learn from Him.  Jesus says “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing.  Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her”.  Here, Jesus is advocating for the education of women, saying that women should focus on being educated rather than being good home-makers.  He recognizes that education will lead to fulfillment, which is why He describes Mary as choosing what “will not be taken away from her”
  • Mary Magdalene: Her presence is felt everywhere throughout the New Testament, because she followed Jesus even more than the other apostles did.  She stayed with Jesus when most of the other apostles had abandoned Him at the hour of His death.  Jesus appeared to her first when He resurrected from the dead, and asked her to go tell the others, even though a woman’s testimony at the time was only ½ of a man’s.  Jesus knew that, but asked her to go and proclaim it anyway, which shows His immense respect for women.  Mary Magdalene was even given the title of “Apostle of the Apostles” because of this, because she was the first to preach the good news
  • Also, to me, the fact that Jesus never married is very comforting for me.  Marriage can be such a patriarchal institution, especially in Christ’s time when very young girls would marry older men.  The fact that Christ never took part in this institution shows me that He never intended to have power over women in any way possible
  • Feel free to add to this list!
Office Secret [Baekhyun x Reader]

Rating: K

Warning: None

Word Count: 339


Originally posted by xionww

People didn’t understand why you were with him. He was the idiot of the office. Just a good looking boy that you knew hid his true potential.  You knew because he was set to take over the company in a couple of months. You held his hand as he sat in his car his eyes focused on other cars.  You were sitting in the back seat hidden from view.

“It will be okay.”  You whispered as he took in a deep breath.

“We will be announcing our upcoming marriage in a few days.”  

Baekhyun joined your department when he heard that he was going to be marrying you.  It was an arranged marriage but baekhyun fell in love with you before you knew it.  When your grandfather told you, you didn’t speak to him for a few weeks because he lied to you not because you were getting married.

“I’ll be fine.”  You whispered as he shook his head.

“No.  Being the CEO’s wife is different.”

“Why I’ll just be your secretary.  Which I already am.”  He laughed as you rubbed your thumb against your skin.  “No more car dates where I have to sit in the back.”

“Or back room sneak in’s, where you’re crawling out of my house in the middle of the night.”  He lifted your hand up kissing it.  “You’ll just stay there.  In my arms.”  Baekhyun turned in his seat, leaning back kissing you.  “Where your going to stay.” You giggled as he continued to kiss you.  There was a tap on his window as he quickly turned around to see his older brother looking in on him.  Rolling the window down, you sat in the back, trying to hold back your blush and smile.

“You should get tinted windows if you are going to be doing that.”  He motioned to the two of you.  You hid your face in the blanket in the back of his car as Baekhyun rolled up the window ignoring his brother and pulling out of the parking space.  

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Out for the count.

Authors note: Part 3 to boxing Au.
Part 1
http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/156567115971/round-one-float-like-a-butterfly

Part 2
http://stylesfics-xx.tumblr.com/post/156618245691/sting-like-a-bee-round-2

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The words roll of your tongue before you can even think of something else to say. This is not how you had contemplated telling him. It was meant to be sweet and thought out; not on the side of the road after a prizefight and after throwing up. “You’re lying.” He shakes his head, catching you off guard as the words roll of his tongue, shocking you.
“You, you actually think I’m lying?” You get tongue-tied, undecided of whether the man in front of you is the man you married given that the man you joined in marriage would absolutely never question your integrity.
“It could be your plan to stop me from boxing.” He answers, your eyes leaving his gaze. Disappointment being the only expression your face shows.
“Look at me.” He gives precise instructions, placing his hand under your chin to force you to gander up at him. “Are you serious?” He says in a low voice, his eyes tender and saturated with joy, something you haven’t seen in quite a while. You roll your eyes, incapable of stopping the sarcastic retort, “no, I’m throwing up on the side of the road because I feel like it.” You murmur, incompetent of controlling your words. At least now you have justification for your outbursts of bitter sarcasm, not to mention his foolish question on whether you’re participating in a lie about being pregnant or not; it’s not like you gave the appearance of throwing up in front of him just for humour.
“So— you’re growing a baby?” He gapes, lost for words, and you can’t help but chuckle, holding back a smart ass comment as you nod your head, admiring how his eyes are gleaming and full of such pleasure. You imagined his ravishing emerald eyes would reflect brilliancy with joyousness, but you didn’t imagine he’d ask such imbecile questions. “A baby? Ten fingers, ten toes?” He continues, seeming rather excited.
“Hopefully.” You agree with a smile, disregarding his oafishness, “ten fingers, ten toes, two long legs, and two long arms.” You continue, your heart filled with so much exultation as you continue to observe Harry’s expression. “But, the baby needs a daddy without cuts, bruises, and broken bones.” You pressure, drawing the conversation back to the ultimate plea. His eyes continue to gaze at you, uncertainty playing a role in the anxiousness you’re feeling, along with the nausea. “I can’t.” The words break your heart, your hopes of the baby changing things shattering entirely. “I can’t stop. I know it’s what you hoped and planned, but no.” He shakes his head,
“We can talk more when we get home, but I want to be there for you, holding your hair and your hand instead of you getting me ice and all.” He continues, minimizing the importance of your thoughts and feelings. You look at him, a little heartbroken that the announcement didn’t go to plan, maybe you shouldn’t have told him with the aspirations that the news would change his ambitions. “Here, I’ll drive.” He adds, gesturing for you to go over to the passenger side. You shake your head, not having many words for him, “baby, you don’t look too good, just let me drive.” He presses and you allow him to guide you to the passenger side.
For years you have stood by him, took charge of the aches and pains he’s put his body through, been to every doctor visit, every hospital call, you’ve been the best girlfriend, best wife he could possibly ask for. You’ve never expressed dissatisfaction when he’s woken you up at five in the morning because his ribs are killing him, you’ve never protested when you’ve had to care for him and keep him occupied while on bed rest, never once have you asked him to skip a fight or a training session. But, now is the time for him to stop, to invest in activities that don’t harm him in negative ways. You rest your head against the window, pretending to sleep as Harry drives, doing his best not to adjust his shoulder too much. The thought comes to your mind on whether you want to raise your child to be an athlete themselves, perhaps they’ll inherit the boxing trait from Harry, but do you really want the little one to come home in the same condition Harry does, black-and-blue with new scars?

***

To say Harry has been too interested in his boxing would be an understatement. Not being able to compete the last two months, (thanks to his shoulder), has put him in a full rage to uninterruptedly train and overwork his body, it’s as if he has to get his energy out to be able to stay sane.

It’s four in the morning when he rolls over and elbows you gently, thinking you’re already sound asleep, but to your disappointment the feeling of queasiness has been striking you every morning between two and eight for the past two weeks; carrying twins doesn’t make anything easier. “What?” You question, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as he slowly moves within the bed. You two haven’t been on best terms, primarily granting that you’ve had enough of everything, your hormonal outburst of emotions not making anything easier. “It hurts to breathe.” He lets out, striking your attention instantaneously. You’re used to the conventional aches and pains he feels after training and strings of events, the usual muscle cramps, hand bruising, and the occasional headaches that keep him up, but never has he griped over his breathing. “You fought tonight, didn’t you?” You hiss, coming to terms with the fact that he didn’t just decide to train from the hours of six to eleven this evening. “You’re a fucking idiot.” You growl, trying your hardest not to move within the bed, taking into consideration his body is presumable in a lot of pain.
“I appreciate the help.” He moans, pushing the covers off his body,
“Just like I appreciated your help the last two weeks.” You remind him of the mornings he slept through and how he has been a dreadful husband for not waking up and holding your hair or even making sure you’re okay. Sure, you’re a grown adult and can take care of yourself, but it’s pleasurable to have a husband who at least pretends to give a damn. “Oh c'mon, I’m a heavy sleeper, and breathing and morning sickness are two different things.” He coughs as he leans over to turn the light on, another grunt escaping his lips, “fuck.” He exclaims, lying back down on his back.
“I’m carrying two babies in me, and you want to compare that to your moronic decision to box and get hurt?” You ultimately question, sitting up in the warm bed and looking over at your spouse, who lies beside you with soreness. He rolls his eyes, biting his lip before taking a few deep breaths, “did you get examined by the physician after your fight?” You delicately ask, your heart tenderising as you take notice of the ache in his eyes, he nods, not giving you any detail on what the physician said with the examination, “care to share?” You challenge, needing more detail so you know whether you’re about to be making a trip the the emergency room or not.
“Probably bruised ribs, he said to get an X-ray in the morning. But, I didn’t go through with his directions.” He reports to you, reminding you of just how intellectually dull and stubborn your husband truely is.
“Lift up your bloody shirt.” You give preliminary instructions, your hands making their way to the hem of his shirt, he leisurely lifts the shirt with your assistance, your eyes trailing to his left rib cage that’s sketched with a hell of a sized carmine-coloured bruise. “You got the fuck knocked out of you.” You gape in amazement, his hands instantly grabbing yours as they inch closer to his side,
“Please, don’t touch.” He pleads. You delicately pull away from his hand and go against his wishes, very lightly placing your cold fingers on his ribcage. “You’re going to your doctor and getting checked out when his office opens, I don’t want to hear whining, you could have fractured your ribs.” You inform him intently, giving him no room to dispute your demands like he’s previously done before with certain injuries. “I hope you learn your lesson.” You grouch, getting out of the bed, putting your own discomfort aside for the moment. “Wait, where are you going. Don’t leave me.” He wails, somewhat humouring you as he requests you to stay. You ignore his comment, exiting the bedroom.

You re-enter into the bedroom walking over to your husbands side of the bed as he miserably lies on his back, “put this on your bruise.” You hand him the ice, “and sit up.” You brief, watching as he stares at you and shakes his head, “sit up so you can take these.” You wearily sigh, placing two pain killers on the side table, offering your hands to help him sit up. He places his hands in yours and you gradually help him sit up, your heart breaking with the grunts that escapes his lips. This is exactly why you wanted him to stop, distinctly the dislocated shoulder wasn’t enough, now he’s got bruised ribs, possibly even broken ribs and this could have been prevented if he had of listened. You definitely don’t want to raise the twins watching their fathers body deteriorate and become beaten and damaged. Not to mention your doctor couldn’t stress more that you don’t need any extra and unnecessary strain while carrying two little bundles of joy, they’re going to be stressful enough on your body. “Lie back down and try sleep.” You mutter, walking to your side of the bed and carefully getting between the sheets,
“Y/N, I can’t sleep.” He instantly comments, not even trying to close his eyes, his body far too awake and in too much discomfort to sleep just yet.
“Then reflect on how I asked you to stop boxing and your dumbass continued, and now you’re in more pain than ever.” You ungraciously grumble, giving him a little bit of tough love to try get your point across. For too long you’ve been too nurturing, understanding, and caring, which has ultimately landed the two of you in this position. “I can’t stop.” His voice is low and weak, full of exhaustion and soreness.
“Then you can’t complain.” You harshly respond, pulling at the covers and leisurely getting comfortable within the bed. You may be a little heartless within the conversation, but you refuse to move too much within the bed. If it wasn’t for being pregnant and already uncomfortable, you’d move to the couch to give him the whole bed to relax in. “Do you hate me?” His questions catches you off guard as you’re close to drifting off to sleep, for a moment you stay silent, beginning to feel guilty for how you’ve been treating him lately. “I know you’re not asleep.” He continues, his legs moving within the comfort of the sheets.
“No, why?” You murmur drowsily, curious as to what his response could possibly be. You haven’t been too mannerly to him, but it’s with good reason. You feel his hand gently find yours under the covers, “because I haven’t really been there for you when you’ve needed me. I kinda slept through all your morning sickness or I ignored it.” He expresses recognition of his terrible actions, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles and you allow him to continue holding your hand. Perhaps this is his strange way to apologise.
“You ignored it?” You interrogate, not entirely flabbergasted that he overlooked the dreaded mornings. You’d ignore them, too, if you could. He confirms with a nod,
“Yeah, when I had early training sessions I’d leave and you’d be throwing up still.” He reminds you of the times you’d actually managed to forget. “I really haven’t been the greatest.” He confesses with an extremely low voice.
“I want you to quit boxing.” You straight out comment, hoping that he will see the light and come to his damn senses.
“It’s all I have. I need it.” He disputes, still not raising his voice in the slightest. “I need to release my energy somewhere.” He continues, beginning to explain the advantages to his sport.
“I want you to stop. If you won’t stop for your own body, stop for me and your two little babies.” You delicately pressure, keeping your voice low, not wanting to argue with him, at least not while it’s four-forty-two in the morning and while he’s in pain and trying his best to conceal it.
“They won’t be here for another six months. I’ll stop then.” He breathes, somewhat compromising, but it still doesn’t satisfy you enough.
“I don’t want to go through this alone for another six months, you need to make a decision, and I hope you make the right one.” You whisper, your heart breaking as you’re forced to give him an ultimatum. You never expected your marriage to come to a point where giving an ultimatum to your husband would be such a thing. You expected to have to remind him of his stupid ideas, of how he can’t always lounge about in his boxers, or how he can’t sleep all day because too much sleep can be detrimental for him. Never did you expect to give him the ultimatum to choose between the person he loves or the sport he loves. You’re doing it for his own good, and for the family the two of you have made. After moments of silence, Harry’s voice cuts the air, “I want one last round.” He informs you, not allowing you to dispute his wishes. “One last round, I’m not stepping down after being defeated tonight. When I’m cleared by the doctor, I’m taking my last fight.” He composedly notifies you, making his decision.
“Harry, it’ll take a while to recover and get another match. At least three months.” You sigh, not wanting him to get his hopes up or to have one last fight and decide he wants more. It’s almost like boxing is his narcotic, he gets high off the adrenaline, and the sound of punches hitting skin.
“I need one last round.” He presses with a desperate tone,
“Harry, you’re out for the count. Two back to back injuries should be enough. What’s next after a dislocated shoulder and possible broken ribs?” You implore, not wanting to even think about the next injury he could perchance harbour. After all, they do say it comes in threes. “Please, one more?” He entreats, playing on your emotions as his voice stays soft and vulnerable. You nod, giving in. You can deal with one last round as long as it is the last round you’ll ever have to endure Harry coming home with new scars and battles painted on his skin. They say it comes in threes; hopefully Harry puts the myth to shame.

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Finn Shelby x reader

The reader’s parents are setting her up in an arranged marriage

“Please don’t leave me,” Finn was grabbing both sides of your face tears in both of your eyes. You stared at him even looking at him was breaking your heart, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You started sobbing into his chest. Neither of you could believe this was really happening. Your parents were marrying you off. Finn Shelby wasn’t good enough for an Anderson girl, that’s what everyone would say anyway. Your Grandfather owned almost all of the land in and around Birmingham. Your family was the richest family around. Your father, Robert Anderson, brought you up in some type of mansion, you were sent to private school and treated like what he thought was royalty. Your family had money and a reputation to uphold, but you weren’t interested in the money. You were interested in Finn. It was two days, two days until you would be married to Samuel Williams, a respectable man with a very respectable family. You begged and pleaded your parents not to make you do this for months but you were ignored, the wedding was planned, the house was bought and the invitations were out.

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