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Before he can question that further, you’re already standing, tugging him gently closer by the sleeve of his coat. He allows it without protest, because he always does. Because it’s you.

You lift the hat—soft, handmade, a little uneven in the stitches—and settle it carefully on his head.

Castiel freezes.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

“…Is this a human ritual?” he asks after a moment.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. “No, Cas. I just need to see if it fits.”

He looks at you very seriously. “I do not require headwear. My vessel regulates temperature efficiently.”

“I know,” you say, adjusting the brim. “But you look really cute.”

That makes him pause.

“Oh.”

He glances down at himself, then back at you. You can see the processing happening—angelic grace clashing with the simple fact that you’re smiling at him like he just handed you the moon.

“If this makes you happy,” he says slowly, “then I will wear it.”

Your heart melts instantly.

“Yeah?” you tease. “Even if it’s pink?”

“I have worn blood. This is preferable.”

You laugh and press a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back to admire your work. “Okay, turn your head.”

He turns—precisely ninety degrees.

“No, babe,” you giggle, guiding his chin gently. “Just a little.”

He lets you move him, obedient and patient, eyes soft as you fuss over him. When you’re done, you nod approvingly.

“Perfect. You’re my favorite model.”

Castiel blinks. “Model?”

“Mmhmm. I make things, you try them on.”

He considers this. Then, very quietly: “May I keep it?”

Your chest aches.

“Of course you can.”

He reaches up, touching the yarn with careful fingers, as if it might vanish. A faint smile tugs at his lips—small, private, just for you.

“I will wear it,” he says, “when you are not here. It reminds me of you.”

You absolutely lose it, throwing your arms around him, yarn be damned.

Castiel stiffens for half a second—then relaxes, arms wrapping around you, hat slightly crooked.

“Still not going to speak, bitch?” Dean twisted the knife that he’d grabbed off the table and brandished it in front of your eyes.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, you grinned at him, licking your teeth. A chuckle fell from your lips as you noticed the green in his eyes minimize to dust as his pupils grew wide in anger. You wouldn’t speak, you wouldn’t tell Winchester where his brother was being kept.

Dean sliced a thin line across your cheek, almost causing you to wince in pain. But you held steady, glaring at him through blackened eyes. The poor man you were possessing banged against your skull. You ignored the incessant pains and tilted your head at Winchester.

“I won’t tell a soul,” you sang in an offbeat tune taunting him. “Oh wait,” you chuckled, “Sammy has none to swear upon, right?”

One year later...

Y/N leaned her elbows against the kitchen island, taking some of the pressure off her feet and aching joints as she talked with Jensen. He sat on the other side of the island, sorting through the mail he'd just picked up.

"Come on, why don't you wanna go?"

"No one likes going to their high school reunion, Babe."

"But you're you. You were popular, and you're still popular. I don't see the problem. Isn't it like something to look forward to for people like you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Fine, I'll go. But only if you come with me," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, which was growing harder as her stomach expanded with their soon-to-arrive child.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Come on, your last reunion wasn't so bad," he teased, pecking her lips. She smiled up at him, remembering standing like this with him when they danced at her reunion, where they'd met. "And I'll get to show off my smokin' hot wife," he added, kissing her hungrily. She knew she'd do anything he asked; she just liked to tease him or make him work for it sometimes.

-

The reunion was lovely, much like her own, held in a local hotel, and decorated to the theme of their high school era. It was easier for her to attend, since she didn't know anyone and didn't have to worry about bullies and others from her past. Just as she'd suspected, everyone was friendly and excited to see Jensen. He was loved then and still loved now, and she was more than happy watching as he socialized and charmed those around him.

She was surprised, however, to have her ogling of her husband interrupted by none other than Amanda, who had been her high school bully, among others, and had made her uncomfortable at their reunion.

"Amanda?"

"Hey, Y/N," she greeted with a small smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"My husband, Adam, went to school with Jensen. Since he came to my reunion, it was only fair I attend his," she shrugged. Before Y/N could say anything or escape to hide from another altercation, Amanda surprised her once again. "I just wanted to apologize for how I was back at the reunion and back in the day."

That was something she never thought would happen, but Amanda had her undivided attention now as she wrung her hands and blushed, clearly uncomfortable but trying nonetheless.

"I don't know why I did that. It just felt like we were back in school, and I had to act a certain way," she sighed, and Y/N offered her a gentle smile. "And I'm sorry about Glenda. She took pictures of you two and posted them online, saying horrible things. Anyway, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all of it."

"Thank you," Y/N responded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders.

"So, you and Jensen are married now?" she asked, moving on from the tension and easing into more casual conversation. "And expecting! Congratulations!"

Y/N grinned and ran a hand over her large, protruding belly. "Yeah, just a couple of months and we'll get to meet them."

"I'm really happy for you," Amanda said, waving over to a man across the way. "I have to get back to Adam, but it was really good to see you again."

"You too," Y/N smiled as Amanda walked away. 

"Everything alright?" Jensen asked, his arm coming around her lower back as he whispered to her, his eyes lingering on a retreating Amanda.

"Everything's fine," she promised, pecking his lips.

"You wanna get out of here? Maybe get something to eat?" he asked. 

Y/N grinned, thinking of her reunion and that first night that felt like a date. Her stomach grumbled, and they both laughed as he said his goodbyes and ushered her to the parking lot. He stopped to pick up burgers and fries, just like before. However, instead of driving out to nowhere, Jensen drove her back to their hotel for the night, knowing that being pregnant often made her uncomfortable.

He knelt and removed her shoes, helping her to get undressed and settled in the large bed. Once comfy against the headboard, she moaned, grateful to have the added weight and pressure off her sore feet. He handed her a burger, and she dug in, always feeling like she was starving, moaning around the large bite she took.

Jensen chuckled, "I know how to please my lady," he teased, and she nodded, taking another enormous bite. Jensen grinned and joined her, enjoying her every reaction.

He was always attentive and caring, but since she began showing, he became a mother hen. Always at her side, making sure she ate, going out at all hours to fulfill her every craving. Once they were done eating, they settled into bed and Jensen rested with his head on her chest, a large hand rubbing over her swollen stomach.

-

"How was the honeymoon?" Y/N grinned into her phone.

"Absolutely blissful," Lana responded, her face lit up and dreamy on the video call, before her brow furrowed as she searched over Y/N's video. "Are you in the hospital?"

"We had the baby," she answered, giggling at Lana's shrill shriek of joy.

"Oh! Oh! Can I see the baby?"

Y/N turned the phone, holding it up to show a grinning Jensen holding a tiny pink-wrapped bundle in his arms.

"It's a girl?! She's so tiny!" Lana swooned and cooed over the small child. "Lookin' pretty good holdin' a baby there, Jensen," she teased.

Y/N let her eyes roam over her husband, and she couldn't agree more. He was handsome as ever, a blush and grin on his face that had been there for hours. He was steady as a rock when she went into labor, having planned out everything as he usually did, and grabbing her and her bags, getting them to the hospital in record time. He never left her side, holding her hand, praising and encouraging her as she gave birth. Seeing him now, holding their small child, sent her heart into new heights of love and adoration. She always knew he’d look great with children, and she was confident he’d be the best father.

"What are you gonna name her?" Lana asked. Y/N turned the phone back to herself as Jensen sat beside her on the small bed, their daughter safely in his arms.

"Lana," Jensen responded, laughing at her shocked gasp. "You're the reason I even have these two beautiful girls in my life."

"I'm gonna cry," Lana sniffed and wiped at her eyes.

After promising to call and send a ton of photos, they ended the call. Y/N turned to Jensen, accepting Little Lana from his arms, snuggling into him as he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned his chin on her shoulder, his eyes unwilling to leave the tiny, squirming child that was his. His and Y/N's.

"I love you," Y/N whispered to her daughter, smiling as the girl played with her fingers. "And I love you," she added, turning her head and pecking Jensen's cheek. High school reunions and meddling best friends weren't so bad after all.

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However, you also saw that Meg and her siblings had deemed that to be a rather serious theme to decorate in, so here and there you found some more, handcrafted of reusable materials, generic halloween decorations. Except for carved pumpkins. There were so many pumpkins, but they were all uncarved. You guessed they didn’t want to show actual body horror to the dryads. There was some old-timey Halloween music playing, although you were unable to find any speakers. Guess the trees to really speak to you if you listen.  

As you saw Leo and Jason’s costumes you just knew that Leo had bribed Meg to know what the theme of the party would be like. He must have, why else would he think of these costumes? You had to admit, you didn’t know Leo owned a hat this tall, but you didn’t put it above him to have crafted it himself. 

“I don’t think the Onceler’s hat was that big?”  You walked up to the duo, “Or the Lorax’s mustache that big.”  

“I am lucky to not have to deal with the orange paint,”. Jason grimaced. Leo elbowed him. 

“Say the line Jason!”  Leo whispered, loudly. Jason sighed and deadpanned. 

“I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees!”  Jason tried to make a more spooky sound at the end of the sentence, after which Leo jumped forward, borderline belting.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be?” Leo’s ‘be’ ended, somehow, on a S-tone so it rhymed with Jason’s phrase. He was grinning proudly. Jason tried to hide it, but he did seem to get amusement out of his friends' behavior. You laughed. 

“Jace, I have to be honest with you,” you looked at your friend, “I had a bet with Nico that you would be a tree. Will won though, he guessed the Lorax.”  

“You had a bet?”  Jason shook his head, “Let me guess, you do have a spare tree costume and want me to put it on so you win?”  You laughed again. 

“I wish,” you turned to Leo, “How is your hat staying up when it’s this tall?”  

“Support beams made out of metal rods and foam!”  Leo’s eyes sparkled, “carton in between, I can show you after the party, I swear it’s so structurally sound. Annabeth would love to know the skeleton of. this hat.”  Leo pouted,“ It’s too bad she has been so busy with school lately, she would have loved to work on this thing together.”   

“Everyone was suffering under me indeed,” you sighed dramatically, intentionally showing off your outfit. 

“Wait, you’re-“ Jason got up real close to one of your sleeves, “That’s my English essay! How the fuck did you get your hands on that!” Jason shivered, “I still haven’t heard back from it, I sure hope I passed.”  

“I shalt not say, dear Grace, whether you passed or not,”. You smiled, “However, I have my sources and thankfully an amazing artist who hand copied all of your work.” 

“Luckily I do not have anything on here,” Leo laughed, “Dying was the best decision for that.”

  —- 

You found two sheet ghosts with cowboy hats a bit further out, talking to each other. 

“But you’re so cute though!” Hazel exclaimed, “I’m sure Nico meant no harm.”  

“I know it was just weird seeing that.”  Frank sighed, “Hedge seemed really happy though.”  

“Boo!”  You yelled and the pair jumped up. After a second Frank leaned back. You couldn’t see his face underneath the sheet, but you figured he looked upset. 

“That’s our line (Y/n)!”  He faked exasperation. 

“Yeah! We’re the cow-boos after all!”  Hazel snickered while saying her phrase. 

“Cow-boo? Oh- I get it,”. You smiled, “Yeah that is funny.” 

“It doesn’t seem like that when you say that,”. Hazel sighed, “Well, what are you then?” 

“Oh, for you I have my left leg,”. You smiled deviously, “Praetor's have a lot of paperwork after all.” You held out your leg. Frank and Hazel moved their eye holes to see more clearly as they bowed down to take a look.

“Uh Frank,” Hazel hesitated, “I think we forgot something.” Hazel pointed at your knee, “I did not fill out this document which we had to hand in yesterday.” 

“I did uh, I did not either.”  

“Fuck” they said in unision. 

“Also how did you get these?” Hazel sounded panicked, “These are classified documents!” You laughed.

“Look, most of my costume is deadlines,” you added a spooky ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ to the last word, “but for you two I also choose to be a security breach. I can give you the name of the one who gave Calypso the files.” 

“That would be great.” Frank said, “Uh, Hazel, maybe we should quickly IM someone at Camp Jupiter about the deadlines we missed.”  

“Yeah, also (Y/n) you better hide your legs or we will steal your pants.” Hazel glared at you. You slowly backed away. 

“How about dinner first?” You joked, as you ran for it. 

——

You quickly weaved around the crowd, trying your best to get away from Hazel and Frank. You stumbled into what seemed to be the heart of a gathering. On one side of the circle you had Rock, Paper and Scissors. On the other side you had The Argo II, together with the seven demigod heroes who defeated Gaea. 

Except that Will was just standing on the side. You joined him quietly. 

“This was Nico’s plan?” You asked him and he sighed, 

“Yes and he stood on me being Percy.”  Will looked at you, “As if he wanted to rub in that Percy was his first crush.” 

“You look nothing like Percy though,” You laughed, “You’re blonde.”  

“Nico wanted to force me to wear a wig,” Will shook his head, “I opposed him, wigs are itchy.” Will smiled softly, “Although the Cocoa Puffs are adorable, and it warms my heart to see Hedge in his element like this.” 

“I look nothing like Will!” Percy’s voice sounded loudly. He seemed offended, “At least Frank looks really cute.”  Percy pouted. One particular Cocoa Puff puffed out their chest in pride. Nico stood in the middle of it all, dressed at what you assumed to be a Reyna costume, as Reyna stood next to him, dressed in Nico’s clothes. Nico could hardly stop smiling at the reactions to the Cocoa Puffs. You were about to ask Will something when

 “BAM!” Hege yelled as he hit you from behind with a blow-up bat, “YOU JUST GOT ARGO’ED!” 

“Amazing,” you looked Hedge up and down. He was wearing a boat around his middle, and on his head was a … Festus Hat? Hedge looked like an excited child. 

“Whatcha think, huh? Valdez even delivered on the hat!” Hedge let out an excited bleat, “Although it was all the kids idea,” he pointed at Nico, “I’m really happy to be included though! It’s been a while since all my cupcakes were in the same spot with me! And now I even got two batches! OH! I see Zhang over there, gotta hit him too!” And Hedge ran off. 

After a moment of silence Will and you locked eyes, and both started laughing. 

“He’s having a blast,” Will smiled, “Nico was right to get Hedge involved. How’s the scaring going?” Will turned to you. 

“Hazel and Frank are panicking about some forms they forgot and the security breach,” You grinned devilishly, “Jason is just mostly disappointed, and I still have to show the Rock, Paper Scissors trio my outfit.” 

—

Annabeth hated your outfit. Whether it was the fact that you got her only failing grade paper on the back, or the fact that she did not want to think about the last minute mistakes she made in two of the other papers she would not tell you. However, she did say she would find Leo to, and you quote, ‘definitely not set fire to your costume and ruin Calypso’s hard work’. Percy held in his laughter until Annabeth was out of earshot. 

“So where’s my work?” Percy eagerly looked around your jacket, and you pointed him towards  the sleeve. 

“Sally was eager to give it to me, she seems proud of your grades, even if they aren’t that high.” you said, and Percy had a bit of an embarrassed blush on his face. 

“Whenever I get a passing grade she keeps it,” Percy explained, “to remind me what I am capable of.” He was still inspecting your arm, but suddenly stopped, “Wait, is this- I wrote this when I was 7!” he was now a mess, “Please don’t tell me you read it.”

“I did, Percy.” you cackled crazily for a moment, “Percy Jackson or should I say Aqualad!  I am your embarrassing past!” Percy glared at you. 

“Just because I wrote a Aquaman and Little Mermaid crossover does not mean I wanted to BE aqualad (Y/n).” 

“I think it does,” Piper spoke up, “Also I appreciate the effort but I will not be looking for my work, thanks.”

“Aw, Pipes, come on,” you begged her but she shook her head. 

“Deadlines cannot be scary unless you face them, so I am procrastinating.”

“Unfair!” you glared at her, “Piper Mclean I will come for you! You can run, but deadlines always catch up to you!” 

After a moment of silence all three of you laughed. 

Your moment was interrupted by Meg calling for attention. She was dressed as Gollum, while Apollo stood next to her in a Frodo outfit. A bit further in the back stood who you guessed to be Grover from the satyr legs, dressed as Gandalf. 

“It is time to announce the winners of tonight's costume contest!” she yelled, and everyone cheered, “We have seen many amazing costumes, but one duo certainly blew us away.”

Percy, who still stood next to you, breathed out a soft ‘dam’.

“What? You really thought you would win with ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’?” you whispered and he just looked at you.

“I could dream okay?”

“Please come forth!” Meg paused, “Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus!” After a moment, filled with cheers, Calypso and Thalia took the stage looking absolutely stunning and creepy. Calypso was dressed as Harrowhark, with intricate face paint and basically wearing a skeleton around herself. Thalia was Gideon, with more shabby facepaint, the iconic sunglasses and with a six feet claymore on her back. They both bowed, looking up smiling. 

“By my rules,” Meg continued after a moment, “You get to decide where to host next year, so where will it be?” 

Thalia and Calypso looked at each other and Thalia shrugged, “I don’t know where I will be with the hunt, so it’s up to you Calypso.” Calypso looked a bit panicked, before taking a deep breath. 

“I guess it will be at the Waystation then!” she announced, and there were loud cheers from the crowd. 

As the party resumed, you hoped Calypso would be earlier with the invitations than Meg had been. After all, working with deadlines was pretty scary.

“_______! I’m glad you finally made it!” He exclaimed excitedly, pulling you inside and smothering you with a hug. 

“Oof! Damn, I missed you too you fool!” You laughed, accepting the hug. You weren’t opposed to any opportunity where you were squished up against his chest anyway. “So how have things been? Are your studies going well?”

“Let me grab you your coffee for today and we can start on that topic right away. Catching up is why I invited you here in the first place, remember~?” He hummed, releasing you from his grip. 

“Of course, of course! How could I forget? Lead the way, my good sir.” You said with a smile. 

Pushing the door closed behind you, Leorio brought you into his home and gestured for you to take a seat on his couch. He then brought over a freshly brewed cup of coffee for you which you graciously accepted, sipping at the warm beverage as he grabbed his own and took a seat next to you. From there, you did exactly as you planned and started to catch up with each other, rambling on about your lives. You went on about the crazy things you’d seen and nen techniques you learned, and Leorio elaborated on his studies and successes, the conversation going on for well over an hour which put both of you on your third cup of coffee by then. In fact, you talked so long that the conversation got deeper, and you ended up on a topic about all your close friends and what you’d be doing without them. 

“For real, I have no idea what I’d be doing without everyone. I feel like you all impacted my life in such a way that I was destined to get where I desired to be thanks to meeting everyone. Like some sort of grand plan the universe had for me.” Leorio sighed, leaning back into the couch. 

“Is that so? Would you say you believe in destiny then?” You asked.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess you could say that. I was definitely destined to meet Gon, Killua, and Kurapika. Life without them would be pretty bland, and I doubt I would’ve passed the first half of the hunter exam without their crazy asses.” He nodded. 

“And… What about me?” You pressed, looking intently at him. 

He paused for a moment, looking as if he were considering what to say or how to say it as a bit of nervous sweat began to bead on his forehead. This was a question he was slightly afraid of, and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing… For multiple reasons. 

“You… With you, to me, we were destined to… fuck, never mind. It’s a stupid thought. You’d probably just laugh at me.” He stammered, setting his cup down on the table before he accidentally spilled it. 

“Well now you’ve got me intrigued. I promise I won’t laugh. Your beliefs and feelings aren’t stupid, Leo.” You encouraged. 

“I… Fuck, fine.” He mumbled, putting a hand over his face. “I feel like you were destined to… to be with me. When you’re around I can’t help but feel extremely happy, and every problem I have seemingly disappears, as if you’ve lifted the weight from my shoulders. I honest to god believe you’re my soulmate or something with the way I feel about you… I’m sorry if that sounds stupid.”

You were silent for a moment, staring wide eyed at him with red cheeks. His face was also flushing red behind his hand, the scarlet tint spreading down his neck and to the tips of his ears as he kept his lips pressed firmly together. You could hardly believe what he had just said, but nobody said that the way fate played things out would be predictable. 

“... Destiny is never wrong, y’know? That’s why it’s called destiny.” You mumbled, breaking the silence. 

“P-pardon?”

“I feel the same Leorio. I’m in love with you, and have been since we met. No one else’s presence makes me feel more at home than yours does, so I also believe that we were meant to be.” You confessed, putting your cup down to look at him. 

“__-_______, so you truly mean that?” He asked cautiously, glancing at you through his fingers. 

“I do. This was totally a long time coming. If you believe in destiny and the words you spoke… then make it so. Make it a reality.” You said with a stronger tone, one of your hands having made its way over to rest on his thigh. 

Leorio finally put his hand down to fully look over at you, revealing all his rose tinted skin as his eyes met with yours. One look and he knew you weren’t joking, that familiar shade of pink also donning your cheeks. When he finally noticed the pressure of your hand on his thigh the words of permission you spoke finally clicked in his mind, and he couldn’t stop himself. Not that he wanted to stop, nor did you for the matter. In one swift movement Leorio had pulled you into him across the couch and craned his neck down, capturing your lips with his as his arms locked firmly behind your back.

Your heart beat wildly against your chest as you were pressed up against him, your other hand coming to rest on his chest as he held you close. What used to be a silly thought that passed through your mind every other day was now a reality. Tugging on his jacket a little, you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips. It was as if everything you needed in life had finally fallen into place, and you felt fulfilled. When you tenderly pulled your lips away from each other and locked eyes once more, both of you smiled brightly, and you threw yourself on top of him in the tightest hug possible, toppling him backwards onto the couch. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You laughed, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m so glad you said something.”

“Me too. If you didn’t provoke me to keep going… God I’d be so disappointed!” He chuckled, his arms falling into place around your waist. 

“Destiny works in some weird ways. You definitely are my soulmate though, that much I can agree with. Finally getting to tell you that I love you… Nothing makes me happier.” You hummed. 

“I love you too _______. We were definitely meant to be. Holy hell.” He sighed. “What was I so damn nervous for…”

“Yeah! It’s about damn time. I stared death in the face by your side too many fuckin’ times for us to not be together.” You laughed, lifting your head to briefly kiss him once more. 

Giving the wood a gentle knock before pushing the door open, you found Killer to be there just as you had though. He stood before a mirror in just his pants, his kimono from before in a heap of fabric just off to the side on the floor.

“There you are. Are you getting comfy again?” You spoke gently, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“I am indeed. It’s about time I wore something more my style and prepared for what’s to come.” He replied, turning to face you.

“That’s good to hear! Do you mind if I stay, by the way? I’m escaping Kid’s orders currently.” You asked sheepishly.

“I don’t mind at all. Make yourself comfortable, love.” He nodded, his eyes softening to show his ease.

Smiling at him, you made your way over to his bed and sat on it right next to where his helmet was left as he resumed getting changed. You stared at his helmet briefly before picking it up and placing it in your lap, looking over the tiny nicks and scratches it had from wearing it so often before. It;s been quite a while since he last wore it, and old memories returned to you. You had to tear your vision from the blue and white object though, as the sounds of Killer changing intrigued you more.

He had begun to strip his body of all the bandages he wore, starting with his face. Carefully unravelling them, his tightly packed hair began to poof out at his scalp as his tenderly scarred skin became visible to the world once again. The bandages had clearly done their job, as any scaring from the fighting in Wano had healed over to be nearly invisible, leaving him with near perfect skin. Dropping them into a small trash can as he went, he removed all the bandages from his chest and shoulders until his skin was free, finally putting on his blue tee that he always wore. Next he untied his hair, freeing it from its ponytail and allowing it to poof back out to the huge mane you remembered it being. As he sighed and stared at himself in the mirror, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off of him. With a content little exhale, you leaned on his helmet and watched him lovingly, getting little butterflies in your stomach. He felt your eyes on him though, and turned to see you staring intently at him.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“Sorry I… I just can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am to have you. You give me butterflies almost every time I look at you. I just love the way you make me feel.” You said softly, still looking at him with so much adoration in your eyes.

His own expression softened, and his smile was very obviously his own in this moment. He even had a bit of blush dusting his visible cheeks. “I should be the one saying that to you. You love me despite everything that has happened to me.”

You stood from the bed with his helmet still in hand and came up to him, taking your free hand and gently cupping his cheek. “How could I not? You make me feel such a certain way that not even I can describe.” You told him, standing up on your toes and kissing him gently.

Warmed by your gesture, he bent down to kiss you back, melting into your soft lips. His hands made their way to your waist as he pulled you close to his body, ever so grateful that he could hold you like this. The feeling of your thumb gently brushing against his cheek put every worry at ease, nothing else mattering to him outside of this moment here and now. When you parted, you leaned back a bit and held up his helmet for him, smiling brightly.

“What do you say we get this show on the road, hey? Like old times. We’ve got a war to start after all, my love~” You hummed.

Letting go of you with one hand, he took hold of his old helmet and looked it over for a brief moment, turning it over in the dim light. The fact that you knew he preferred to keep his face hidden warmed his heart, and his genuine smile held strong. To your surprise though, he put his helmet down on a side table, ignoring it as he returned his attention to you.

“I’d like to go a little longer without it. I want to sit here, alone with you for just a bit longer. To kiss you, hold you… Y’know, keep those butterflies of yours coming.” He told you.

His words made you blush almost instantly, and before you could reply to him, he picked you up and sat down on his bed with you in his lap, returning to kissing you lovingly. Pressed in close you locked lips over and over again, content with each other’s presence. Finally you got to lace your fingers through his long and beautiful hair, enjoying every second you could with him. Your lips only disconnected when he fell backwards, bringing you down with him. He laughed, and pulled you in close again to cuddle you.

“You’re truly perfect, you know that right? Always knowing what to say to make me feel warm… I think that’s one of the bigger reasons I love you so much.” He sighed.

“Does that mean I also give you butterflies then?” You asked innocently.

“You do. All the time. I know they won’t stop anytime soon either. You’re incredible in that way darling.” He hummed, squeezing you gently.

“Good. I love you dearly, so you deserve every ounce of happiness you can get.” You mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.