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feyre stood there with gaz, price, and ghost as they look out onto the horizon.

"he was the strongest." price began sadly.

"the toughest." added gaz, holding his hat against his chest with his eyes closed.

"he'dve fought the world barehanded..." ghost finished to the men.

feyre stayed silent for a moment. "he was the most amazing man and lover. i wouldn't have changed him for the world."

she swallowed softly as she bent down and grabbed his urn. the necklace she wore had some of soap's ashes in it. tears prodded her ducts as she held in her shaky hands. ghost gently grips it and helps her.

"who dares wins..." price began as he looked around his team. "sleep easy soldier..."

gaz took a deep breath. "see you down under, brother." feyre felt the tears falling down her cheeks. "we'll take it from here."

"rest in peace, johnny," ghost spoke quietly.

feyre's voice stammered softly. "i love you, my scot..." she whispered sadly as ghost opened the urn and feyre poured his ashes over the edge.

they all stood there in silence as feyre silently sobbed.

after a while, feyre was at home and it was silent. she assured the men she would be fine and laid in bed. her heart breaking and breaking.

she lost her soulmate...

slowly, her eyes began to close as tears fell down her cheeks. feyre accepting what is.

😳💜

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1st. for my bestest fren, @emilyclarkuk​ - after the 12hrs rage xD have Juhani and his babygirl Don’t we all want a dad like Juhani; killing a man just because he woke you...? (I’m not that familiar with him since I’m pretty much out of that franchise. It’s been plus 1 year since Odyssey and I’m still not done with it. All I know about him is intel from mi fren)

2nd. Soap and Alison

the young woman gets up slowly from her bed and heads to the bathroom and peeks around the corner seeing her husband, soap, doing his boys's hair like his. feyre smiled while leaning against the doorframe.

"bonnie, yer up," soap said as he looked in the mirror seeing her reflection. "whaddya thin' of their hair?"

feyre couldn't help but giggle a bit. "i love it," she replied looking at their hair. "they're definitely your little twins." feyre smiled at her three boys.

"ma!" austin, the oldest spoke with a small groan. "there's gotta be more than just i love it,"

"austin," barclay, the middle boy spoke, smacking his arm. "don't talk to mom like that!"

barclay and austin both began hitting another, soap rolled his eyes and chuckled at his boys, putting a hand on their shoulders.

"'lright, lads, tha's enough," soap sternly spoke as both boys stop fighting as easton looks at his mom.

easton smiles. "i look like daddy, mommy!"

feyre smiles as she picks him up. "yes you do, my sweet little bean."

chloe, the young girl, begins crying. "i got 'er," soap smiles and leans in, kissing his wife's cheek and walked off. "'ello my little darlin'"

the young girl begins cooing when she sees her daddy and he picks her up.

husbandgraves!: who let's elena take control of everything in the house. even in terms of decorating it. being a southern man, he believes that his woman should be at home while the men work. i mean, he's got money, why should she work?

wifevaleria!: who let's faye do whatever she wants, within reason, of course. valeria makes sure that her wife is protected and sends out only her best men to protect faye. they know not to hit or mess with faye or they mess with a feral valeria.