#choo choo

Happy Not Marriage Monday! We are back with Lee and Kara's Totally Fun and Unique Wedding Day on a Tuesday. Honestly, based on the outline, I won't be surprised if this checks in at about 4k words. Anyways, enjoy even more angst in A Gift from the Gods (Starpollo Marriage AU).

“Wait,” one of his squadron pilots raised a hand from the back of the crowd. Striker. Lee never liked him. He was arrogant, always abandoning his wingman to take the best shot. The guest custom was the current bane of his existence. “Doesn’t a picture make it official?”  Frakking hell. Lee focused on the rest of the guests; if he looked Striker in the eye, he’d go for the kill, throw him down on the stone floor and watch him bleed. No one said anything. The nuggets hovered by the door. His father stopped talking to the priest. Helo stepped forward, a a lethal glare and his strong jaw clenched. He’ll back you up. He yanked himself by the neck: Don’t ruin it for her. Let her be, Lee. Let her go. Their hands weren’t tied at the altar. She wasn’t staring into his eyes, and he wasn’t whispering platitudes and guiding them through the storm. The ceremony was over. He had to let her go. “Kara,” he whispered her name for the second time. He wanted to say it again, hating himself. All she did was look at him. What did she see? Who did she see? “Is that what you want?” “Yeah,” she nodded, “yeah, okay.” The seminarian appeared with a camera out of thin air. Was it sent down by the Gods themselves? "Ready?" Kara leaned into Lee, initiating the touch, her side pressed into his hips. She glanced upward, a silent demand or a plea. He understood. He wrapped his arm around her back. His hand rest on her waist. The idealist in his wary soul knew he wouldn’t see her smile, the smile that followed him home the morning after he’d met her, the night, too and the morning he’d found out what she’d meant to Zak. His wife already knows.  One flash. “One more?” Let her go. Kara tilted her head, pressed herself into his shoulder, soft hair grazing his jaw. Did he hear her heartbeat? He was holding her upright. The last time they were this close-- the last time he held her, the dare, the risk, the danger, already falling for her, spiraling into -- Two flashes. "Thank you."

Poor Chooch :( @sarroora AGAIN THX FOR YOUR AMAZING FIC!!

WE’RE IN A WAREHOUSE

It’s kinda evoking the warehouse from Fever Diary

But moreso with the rafters and high windows I’m getting Hala Hala warehouse vibes 👀 No it’s not exactly the same, but it’s reminding me of it and that feels purposeful

Which given that Hongjoong posted at the start of June in this Halateez-coded outfit presumably while filming it……..

Choo choo! Coming through