*Hello, dear readers, to the final chapter of this fic. I'm thrilled to be marking this 'complete' after such a long time. I loved working on it, no matter how much time it took to finish and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. Thank you for sticking this far!*

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN- LOOSE ENDS AND ENDINGS

Diana could have described Dick's reaction upon seeing her in the kitchen in the morning almost an attack; he had practically tackled her in his attempt to firmly embrace her. She had returned the hug, smiling cordially to Alfred, standing just a few steps behind and cupping his cheeks with both of his hands.

"Oh the joy this sight brings me!" Alfred said once it was his turn to hug Diana. "It is really you, isn't it, Princess?"

"Fresh out of my slumber."

"Diana saved our asses yesterday." Dick said, taking a seat by her at the table", passing his hand over her shoulders. "What was that, by the way? Looked cool, not to mention it could be useful in plenty of situations…"

"That is a long discussion that we'll have all together at the Watchtower."

"It is safe to assume that you will be generally staying, Princess, yes?" Alfred asked.

"Unnecessary question." Bruce commented, entering the kitchen in his bathrobe.

Alfred smiled underneath his moustache and bowed ever-so-lightly. "Of course, sir."

"This is a relief." Dick said, taking a sloppy bite out of a butter croissant while Bruce sat next to Diana's other side. "I'm telling you, Diana. If he didn't do something about this…thing between you, I would have come to confess in his stead. Honestly."

Diana laughed at the statement and at Bruce's deathly glare towards Dick. Dick shrugged indifferently; it was true and no one could deny it. "I'm just glad to be back." Diana said. "It's been too long."

"You haven't missed too much."

"Where is Haros, though?" Diana asked. "I thought it would be here this morning. I recall it almost always following Alfred around."

"There isn't much point in it following me every time we have breakfast, since it doesn't eat and I don't need any help serving." Alfred said, frying a couple of eggs. "We started something new yesterday; reading. So I instructed it to productively wait for you return in the library. I don't suppose it has exited it but if I may say, it must be heavily worried about you."

Diana got up and fastened the belt of her silk robe. "Alright boys, you go on with your breakfast and I will be back in a bit; can't keep my friend in the waiting." With that, she took her leave.

Dick scooted over to Bruce and nudged him playfully. "So, will I finally be getting a new 'mom' soon?"

Bruce almost choked on his bite. "Please don't start a conversation of this kind ever again."

"Alright, Pa. Alfred, you should book an appointment with our tailor. Just in case."

Alfred snorted. "Most definitely, Master Richard."

OOO-OOO

Diana pushed the heavy wooden door and let herself inside. Haros was hovering over the floor by the eastern window, a small book in its bony hands. It shut it and floated over to her fast. "Princess?"

"Hello, my dear friend." Diana answered in Greek. "It's good to finally see you again. And remember."

Haros brought its hand to his chest. "I feel I would laugh if I could. I am truly delighted you managed to come back. I wasn't sure it was possible."

"It was made possible by not giving up on me. And I never did get to thank you for bringing me out of the Underworld in the first place. You really saved me and saved the world."

"I did nothing of that sort; I simply helped you close the door."

Diana cupped its cold face with her hand. "Always modest. But you carried me out not minding the fact that you could disintegrate. And if you hadn't, all of my fighting would have been in vain if Hades had recovered before we closed the Gate. So, really, thank you."

"No need. I am simply a servant…"

Diana laughed, feeling how many things Haros hid within that little sentence of his. "Speaking of which. You are a servant of Hades now."

"Indeed I am. But he does not need to know the full extent of my services to you."

"So you haven't told him about it?"

"No, he didn't ask and I shall not tell him. I realized where my loyalty lies the moment I caught you of that fall. I cannot not answer if he asks, but I shall not instigate such an event on my own."

"Perfect. So, from what you tell me, you're in perfect contact with the rest of your physical manifestations within the Underworld."

"Correct."

"And he doesn't know that you are here."

"No. He has not thought that I had anything to do with it. He simply assumed that you completely overpowered him, which you did, and then left, closing the door behind you once and for all. So, as long as he remains unaware and I do not receive any orders to stop talking to you or act any differently, I believe I can stay with you, if you'll have me."

Diana smiled. "You shouldn't even be mentioning this, of course you'll be staying with me. With us. But tell me, has Hades been asking you things about me?"

"Quite a lot."

"Such as?"

"How you came to use souls, especially the Rested, about the armour, about your mental state."

"And what have you answered?"

"What I knew, in very few words; that you found a soul you knew in a way, connected with it and started using them. I do not know much about what you did with the Rested, so I wasn't of much help there."

"Yes, that was indeed a mystery…" Diana said, smiling coyly.

"A miracle, more like."

"You know, this is quite convenient. You being here, I mean. We finally have an insider to tell us what's going on in the Underworld in case anything happens again. However, we will need to take measures."

"What kind of measures are you thinking of, Princess?"

"We cannot rule out the possibility of Hades finding out about you being here. He is not to be taken lightly."

"Of course not."

"And we cannot wait to see what he orders you to do, should that come to be. Whether it is information he asks of you, or something to do, let's say to sneakily harm me, we need to make sure it doesn't pass in any case."

"Agreed. What do you propose?"

Diana sighed. "I don't like this but it's the only thing I can think of; a self-destruction device. Something you'll be carrying with you and should Hades start realising, before he can give you any orders, you'll press a button and destroy this particular manifestation of you."

"It does not sound irrational. I would also want to end my presence here before I come to harm you in any way."

"I know I sound cruel but-"

"It is necessary, Princess, I understand. Fear not, I will try my best in order not to need to ever use it, but it is best for it to at least exist."

"Thank you for taking this well."

"No need to thank me, again."

"How were your days around the Manor while I was…off?"

"Fruitful. I have accumulated several human skills by observing Alfred and have been learning the English language. Now I have begun reading it as well."

"And? Do you like it here?"

"I suppose so. They are…good people, if I know any. And, most of all, they all care about you very much. I can truly see why this Bruce man meant this much to you. It is also mutual, I hope he has made it clear already."

Diana grinned and approached Haros, taking its hand into hers and projecting a small image of last night into its head. "I see." Haros mumbled. "Good to know."

"Now, I shall leave you to your reading. I need to finish my breakfast and start dealing with my other loose ends."

"You know where to find me when you come back."

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

Diana loved it in all its kitsch glory; the tacky balloons, the glittery letters, the smell of catering-service goods and her friends in very good mood. Though it was a League summit meeting, by Flash's orders, it was to make her feel welcome again, by turning it into a welcome-back party as well. J'onn went over the usual agenda not minding the munching and mumbling sounds at all; in fact, he kind of enjoyed this tone of liveliness for a change. It had been too long since a summit had a pleasant hue to it.

"So, can we get to the Wonder Woman part already?" Green Lantern asked, sipping some soda. "It is going to take some time."

"I'll be laconic, don't you worry." Diana said, smiling.

"Shall I let Wonder Woman handle it on her own?" J'onn asked.

"Well, obviously." Diana replied. "Now…First of all, I want to state that I am in perfect health and vigour, so let it be noted that I am ready to fully assume my former League duties."

"Noted."

"What about this new power of yours?" Flash asked, biting off a small piroshky. "Tell us about the Underworld!"

"That I will not do." Diana refused. "I don't want to share many things about the Underworld with anyone, and I ask that you respect this. Now, concerning my 'power', you already know, you witnessed the battle and Hades at least, that I can manipulate the souls of the Underworld like Hades can."

"Yes, we deducted that much." Superman asked. "But what about the Sinestro thing? To my understanding, you didn't have any access to these souls."

"That is true. Well, as you also know, the soul handling takes a heavy toll on me and I had to go overboard in the Underworld in order to be able to fight Hades. This is also the reason why I was not myself when I came back; I lost the connection to my own soul."

"And how did you recover from that? We all tried to work with you, Diana, you didn't seem to react much to anything we tried to show you."

"It was because you didn't show me anything new, I knew all that, my memories were not…gone. But, look, I am not…just myself anymore. Some…soul titbits have stuck with me."

"What? Are there other people in your head too?!" Flash asked.

"Not in that way, no. Some parts, some of their memories let's say. I just have some residue soul energy in me. It is what woke me up eventually. Long story short, I was able to pull these soul fragments and produce some magic to knock Sinestro out. It is miniscule to what I did back in the Underworld, but even just this much can be catastrophic to living beings, especially to magically naïve ones."

"Well, it does sound like the perfect way out of any possible fight to me." Green Lantern said. "Like a God-sent gift. You'll put us out of business!" He laughed.

"Hold your horses. I know it might seem like a really useful weapon, this magic, but I will not use it. I refuse."

"And I condone her decision." Zatanna said. "We all saw how the Hades fight made her. And she even fainted after using the magic for the three seconds it took to put Sinestro out."

"Exactly. I don't want to risk losing myself again. Not to mention that we know too little about this. Yes, I might be able to use this magic, but it is not good magic, it might turn me bad. And can you imagine me aiming this magic towards the wrong side? Because I don't want to imagine that. Sure, a sorcerer or a witch could possibly hold their ground against it, but who can guarantee that I won't target…Superman let's say? Is Raven always going to be there, or Zatanna? It's not a risk I am willing to take."

"Fair point." Green Lantern said.

"But we cannot ignore it." Hawkgirl went on. "It is here and it needs to at least be accounted for. Let it be noted that it exists. Let us have it as our last, last, last resort, if we cannot defeat a villain by any other means."

Diana sighed. "If you all agree on this, we will have this marked as something…higher than code Red. Something to only be summoned in the apocalypse or something…"

"I will write the appropriate protocol if we all agree on this." J'onn said. "And we'll approve it at the next summit." All of them nodded.

"But, and I stress this, act as if this thing doesn't exist." Diana continued. "I am Wonder Woman, with the powers and the abilities you knew to this day."

"You have our word." Green Lantern said.

"And what about the armour you wore?" Zatanna asked. "Where shall it be kept?"

"It is a perfectly fine suit for defence against soul magic, though it needs to be activated. I believe it is tailored to suit this…Underworld lineage only, its incantation is also fairly specific for the Guardian. So, I would like to have it by me."

"It will be kept safely." Bruce said, letting everyone guess he would have it placed in the Bat Cave.

"And to end this matter, Haros can act as our inside informer with the Underworld. We also agreed on it wearing a small self-destruction mechanism in case Hades ever understands anything and has it turn against us in any way."

"Good thing you also got that covered." Zatanna said. "Haros is such a sweetheart, I'm glad it gets to stay. Is it going to stay at…your place?" She asked, looking between her and Bruce.

"Yes." Diana answered confidently. "Later on, I suppose we could discuss him helping out with administrative duties in the Watchtower, but only if we all agree on trusting it. I won't force it on anyone, I'll gladly have it stay by me forever."

"Okay, I think that sums up about everything." Flash said, standing up. "Can we get to the festivities now?"

OOO-OOO-OOO

The days went by very quickly as Diana tried to bring her life back together. She had visited Themyscira, dealt with her villainous loose ends and started to accommodate herself to the Manor. Bruce had insisted and she hadn't resisted; they both agreed they had lost enough time already and so she was steadily moving into the Manor, to Alfred's and Dick's delight as well.

A calm afternoon found her roaming the west wing corridors. Most of the rooms used to host older Wayne generations and now served as guest rooms or for leisure activities; one in particular, as Diana remembered, had a deluxe pool table and a different one had a grand piano placed in its middle, like a mini concert hall. She stroked the lush wallpaper as she walked about; she could really get used to this.

Plenty of family portraits decorated the walls; the Waynes, their spouses and their offspring. From what Diana could tell, the Wayne genes were fairly dominant; black hair, strong jaws and piercing looks were present in every painting she could see. The portrait of Martha and Thomas with Bruce in the middle was hanging in the master bedroom, Diana had been looking at it for the past few nights. One day, she could probably get used to the fact that she had actually met their souls and that a little bit of Thomas had never even left her.

A thought that had been lately creeping in her mind made her feel uneasy again. It was very unpleasant; she didn't want to face it, she didn't want to think about it. Only that she had to; the more she postponed it, the worst it would be for everyone involved.

And as if Fate itself was trying to push the matters, Bruce appeared on the other side of the corridor, making his way towards her. "You're home early." Diana said, accepting his embrace and his kiss.

"The work was done faster than expected, there was no reason for me to stay in the Watchtower when I could be right here instead." He gave her another kiss which Diana reluctantly returned. "What's wrong, Princess?" Bruce asked, easily sensing the change in her demeanour.

"There is something we should discuss." Diana said, summoning her courage. It would be better to just get it out of her system.

Bruce frowned. "Did something happen?"

"No, I've just been thinking and I…I should make some things clear before it…"

"Before what, Diana?"

"Before it gets too late for that. Let's go outside, I feel like this house is suffocating me right now."

Bruce did not say anything, he only accompanied her outside, worrying. They sat on a stone bench by the rose shrubs and Diana inhaled deeply. Bruce took her hand in his.

"Are you alright, Diana?"

"Yes, I am fine."

"Then why do you look like that? What's making you sad? Don't you like the house? We can change whatever it is you don't like."

"No, no, the house is perfect, it's not that."

"Then why do you feel like you're suffocating? Let me help you."

"I don't need help. I just need you to help yourself. Listen…"Bruce simply kissed her knuckles and she sighed again. "I have been thinking lately, after all that's happened, about the future."

Bruce listened closely and she went on. "Let's not hide behind our fingers, it hasn't even been a month and I've already moved in so I think it's safe to say after all we've been through, that we love each other very much and I, at least, see myself spending the rest of my life with you."

"As do I, Princess, you know I'm not good with words if you need to hear them."

"No, I know you very well, Bruce Wayne. I never expected the words from you, I feel what I need to feel. Where I want to take this is, we're moving forward, so-"

"Diana, please don't tell me you want to propose." Bruce said, temporarily losing his colour.

"No, marriage is nothing important to me. Again, I know what I need to know about where my loyalty lies, I mean, that's what got me through the Underworld, a ceremony won't top that. If you want me to marry you, I will gladly do so but again this is not what I want to say."

Bruce didn't expect the conversation to take this turn; he hadn't even proposed but Diana had already accepted to marry him should he ask. But this wasn't her point and Bruce was officially confused; what was going on? "Then what is?"

Diana bit her lip. "I've seen all these beautiful portraits of your family. It really is a long line of Waynes..."

Bruce half-smiled. "Yes, I suppose this is true."

"And how do you feel about continuing this line?"

Bruce swallowed dryly, coming to a different conclusion over the point of this conversation. "Are you pregnant?!"

"No, I'm not pregnant, Bruce."

Bruce wiped his forehead. "That is a…I don't know what it is, actually."

"So, how do you feel about prolonging your family name? Your heritage?" Diana insisted.

"You mean to ask me if I want to have children?"

"Firstly, yes."

He kissed her hand again. "You know, I always thought the Wayne name would sadly end with me. I now have Dick, he's officially a Grayson-Wayne, so at least there's that. But now that you're here, I don't know. I haven't put much thought into it to be frank. But we really should think about it, you're right, because, okay, half of the time we're being…cautious and half of the time we're not."

Diana chuckled. "Our sexual conduct is not my main point."

"Regardless…I don't know. I do see myself with you, if a bigger family is what we want to create, if and when we feel it is safe and we can do it properly, I guess I wouldn't say no. I just want us to be happy I suppose."

"So, the thought of a little Thomas, let's say, running around these gardens, laughing, is not something that displeases you."

Bruce exhaled and stared blankly at the distance. Him…having a baby. The thought alone was weird. But with Diana by his side, there was only very few things he couldn't see himself doing. Maybe he was starting to believe the impossible. "I suppose not."

"Then I'm sorry, Bruce, but I cannot give that future to you." Diana announced with a complete change of tone in her voice.

Bruce turned to look at her. She was staring at him with her gorgeous blue eyes watering. Instinctively, he pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong, Diana?"

Diana suppressed a small sob. "I can't have children."

"What is the exact issue? If that's what's bothering you, I can take you to the best doctors. And if you desperately want children, we can always try alternative conception methods I suppose. Surrogates, whatever, just don't be sad about it, Princess. I don't care."

"There's nothing medically wrong with me, rest assured. But willingly I will not have children. I intend to take measures against it. Permanent ones."

Bruce pulled a bit away to look at her. "Diana, once again, what has gotten into you? You can tell me everything."

"It has been keeping me awake, Bruce. I've been going over it in my head so many times and I know, I am certain, that I don't want my lineage to continue. Even if there is a one in a trillion chance that Hades will get out again and needs a family member to trap, I don't want to condemn any of my children or future offspring to that. I've been there, it's horrible, Bruce. It eats you alive bit by bit. And I want this to end with me. I will not have anyone else go through it as long as I have a say."

Bruce nodded. "I respect your choice, Diana. You have been…through Hell, literally. Please don't make yourself upset about it. I told you, I never planned on having children either way."

"You never planned on having a relationship either, I suppose. But here we are. And I don't want to drag you into this. I don't want to condemn you in a child-less life because of my issues."

"You are not condemning me to anything but a life of bliss as long as you're with me. And this is the most poetic I can get."

Diana shook her head. "Bruce, you can have a future. You have such a long history of Waynes, I don't want to carry the burden of ending it."

"That is my own burden. And I'd gladly carry it, this doesn't change anything. I told you, I never even thought about children."

"You say that now. I told you, you never even thought of moving in with me, I am certain of it. What if the years go by perfectly and you realise that you do want children? I cannot give you that. And what then? I will have taken your desire, your dream away. I love you so much that I couldn't bear myself to do that."

"Hush, Diana." Bruce said, bringing her close again. "It pains me to see you like that. And I don't want you to go through this alone. I am never going to leave you and what are we going to do? Break up because you think I might eventually want children one day, when I'm telling you I don't care? To hell with babies, I don't want any of that. Dick can go have five for all I care, I made my choice and my choice is you, whatever that entails."

Diana shook her head. "Please don't take this so lightly. I want you to think of it carefully and come to a conscious decision. It would be better to…end this now before it becomes even harder for both of us. I should have told you about this as soon as I decided it, but couldn't muster the courage…"

"I don't want to hear another word about us ending anything." Bruce said, slightly agitated. "I didn't go through death for you, and you didn't drag yourself out of hell for me, for us to go our separate ways because you don't want children, and I even agree with that. Don't you see? It is stupid. There's nothing we disagree over."

"Please…Just think about it some more. For me."

Bruce sighed. "I just can't get you to understand what I'm saying, can I?"

"Just take some time. Think about your future, weigh it all. Don't think about what's good for me, be a little selfish for once."

"I'm being plenty selfish just by having you here and have you put up with me, probably for a long time to come."

Diana managed to smile a bit. "Take your time, think it through."

Bruce nodded. "Fine, Princess. But have you really thought it through?"

"Yes. I've never felt more certain about a decision in my life. It needs to be done and I've already scheduled my operation."

"Oh… What kind of operation is it going to be?"

"Tubal ligation; as permanent as it gets. Doctor Evans said she's practically going to cut the 'tunnel' through which the ovaries reach the uterus so that they can never be fertilized."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. "…I see. Alright, Princess. Shall I go tell Alfred to get our lunch ready?"

"Yes… And, Bruce, would you mind if I stayed in one of the guest rooms while you think it over? I want your mind to be as clear as possible."

Bruce exhaled slowly. "As you wish, Diana." With that, he got up and headed inside. Hastily, he found Alfred.

"Alfred, I need you to call Mr. Conossian for me. Tell him it's urgent, I require his services immediately."

Alfred frowned, not knowing whether to worry or rejoice over what he heard. "…Right away, sir."

"And prepare lunch, if you please."

"It's already served, call Princess Diana while I find the phone."

"Keep this a secret."

"Obviously, sir."

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

Diana had picked the room with the biggest balcony of the house. Sleep didn't honour her with its presence that night, so she preferred to sit outside. Something about the delightful breeze that accompanied the otherwise warm night kept her calm.

She had stretched her feet over the marble railing. The Wayne Estate stretched for almost as far as she could see; the fountains glistened under the moonlight and the only thing she could hear was the rustling of the leaves and some crickets here and there. And then the sound of the door opening; Bruce had indeed said he'd be away in Enterprise errands for the whole day.

He made his way outside, loosening his tie.

"Everything alright?" Diana asked as he took a seat by her side.

"Most definitely." He leaned back on his chair. "So…"

"So."

He cleared his throat. He had come with only one goal; making his intentions clear. It was hard for him to put what he felt into words; always had been. But he had been going over it in his head for the past day almost non-stop and there was no point in waiting any longer. Was his method of choice extreme? Probably. But nothing about their whole situation was ordinary and desperate situations called for desperate measures. He felt his whole face flush but he needed to do it, so that he may never need to express his feelings so profoundly and verbally ever again. Or maybe just one more time in his life. "Diana, do you know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?"

Diana chuckled. "Actually, I do."

Bruce arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well, you did come to the Underworld, and I did get to see your soul so, yes, really. And to think despite all that you felt, you had told me at some point, that there's no room for dating…"

"Then how could you even say all the things you said yesterday?"

"Excuse me?"

"If you did see my soul, if you do know what I felt all this time, how could you even suggest me leaving you? Ever?"

Diana sighed. "Things are different now. We are not the same, I am not the same. That is why I want you to consider everything again."

"I did. And this is what I came to talk to you about now."

Diana sat straight and looked him in the eyes, feeling her heart tensing up. "I hear you."

"In between all the things you said yesterday, you said you would gladly marry me, if I'm not mistaken."

She frowned. "I did…"

"Diana, do you know to what you agree to, when you get married?"

"I suppose yes."

"Well then, let me remind you either way. You vow to hold the other person, in richer and in poorer, in sickness and health, for better and for worse. Do you understand that?"

"I do."

"And all that, till death does you apart with the other one."

"Well, it is marriage after all."

"And you still said you would stick with me through sickness and health and all that, right?!" He asked, somewhat raising his voice.

"Yes, Bruce, I said it and I mean it. It's not a question of whether I can pledge to be by your side forever. It's a question of whether you want the life I can offer you, with all its limitations. I love you; making you sad and miserable is the last thing I want to do. I just want you to be the happiest you can be."

Bruce dag into his pocket. "So, you said you are willing to marry me and, consequently, hold me come what may. Allow me then, to tell you that I, too, am willing to hold you come whatever. The. Hell. May. And get that into that thick, Greek head of yours." He took her hand in hers and left something in her palm.

Diana swallowed dryly and retrieved her hand, revealing the exquisite ring that Bruce had placed there. It was gold, made to resemble ivy vines intertwining with each other. A bright ruby decorated its center, framed by two small diamonds and several smaller black ones, running throughout its circumference. Diana stared at it, not even moving.

"So, what do you say, Princess?" Bruce said in a gentle tone. "Did this convince you to never doubt me again?"

Diana felt hot tears streaming down her face and then Bruce's hand trying to brush them away. "I really hope those are happy tears… May I?" He asked, picking up the ring and Diana handed him her slightly-shaking hand. Bruce gently placed it on her ring finger and led her to sit on his lap. He embraced her tightly. "Thank you for finally understanding." He mumbled.

Diana kissed him and let her forehead touch his. "Thank you for everything. And this ring…it's beautiful."

"Specifically designed and crafted for you."

"What? For how long were you actually planning to propose?!"

"For a day." Bruce chuckled. "The goldsmith was willing to pull an all-nighter after my request. I just wanted it to match you."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"You did by letting my put this around your finger and…well, since it technically is this discussion we're having, I was thinking that maybe I could instead do something instead of you. I'll need to consult with my urologist but-"

Diana laughed, wiping the last of the tears away. "Way to ruin the moment, Bruce. But no. This has to do with me and only me. I will have the operation and that's it."

Bruce nodded. "Alright. Can I take us inside now? Last night was dreadful. It really is too big of a bed to sleep alone..."

"Go ahead…"

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

It took Diana a lot of time to mentally recover after the operation, no matter how certain she was about it.

It took Bruce's last ounce of patience to endure Alfred's constant nagging over their wedding preparations.

It took plenty of visits to the hospital wards after helping keep Earth safe.

It took countless sleepless nights after Dick became a father and the baby woke them all up during the night.

It took unbelievable strength to abide by Alfred's last wish not to cry on his funeral.

It took several years for them to get used to not fighting villains anymore.

But they did it; they held each other till death did them apart. And after it took them both, their souls continued to flow side by side in a luminous, alabaster realm. And occasionally, they would pass by two other souls floating side by side, one looking incredibly like Bruce.

*That was it! I didn't want to drag it any longer and just give them the ending they deserve. I hope you enjoyed it, thank you for staying till the end. Please excuse any typos I may have overlooked and if you like, leave me a comment! I might see you all again in another fic ^^ *