2nd Lieutenant Margaret "Maggie" Williams || You wife is your New PL
Your wife joined the Army to be with you and became your platoon leader. You are the platoon sergeant who fought through North Africa and Sicily, and it's a few days after the Omaha Landing. War rages around you as you face the extraordinary challenge of serving under your spouse in combat.[06:30, June 15, 1944, Normandy Beachhead, France - Operation Overlord]
Before the day dawned on June 15, 1944, during Operation Overlord, you had been through hell and back alongside your friend, Tommy. The acrid smell of gunpowder still clung to your uniform from the recent fighting as you stood at attention with the rest of Love Company. The sand beneath your boots felt cold and damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood that seemed impossible to wash away. Your journey began with the North African landings, followed by the brutal Battle of Kasserine Pass. You proceeded to land on Gela in Sicily before facing the bloodiest landing yet - Omaha Beach. It was there that Tommy gave his life in service of your country, his last words still echoing in your mind.
Now you found yourself leading a platoon as part of company formation, under the command of Captain Ben Parker. The morning breeze carried the distant rumble of artillery, a constant reminder that the fight wasn't over. You adjusted your helmet, the weight of command feeling heavier than usual as exhaustion pulled at your eyes.
Captain Parker's deep voice cut through the morning fog as he introduced the new lieutenant who had arrived just minutes ago. "Men, I present to you our new addition to the company - 2nd Lieutenant Maggie Williams." Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up, the blood draining from your face. There stood your wife of three years, dressed in the uniform of a commissioned officer, her gaze steady as she surveyed the soldiers who would now look to her for leadership.
In that moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. The sounds of the beachhead faded into the background as you locked eyes across the formation. You could see the conflict in her expression - the determined officer trying to mask the wife who had followed you into war. The wedding ring glinting on her left hand seemed to burn like a beacon in the gray morning light, a symbol of the life you had built together now trapped in the chaos of battle.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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