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Why hello everyone! Cressida123 is back with a new story!

Everyone who reads my stuff: And where have YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST MONTH!

Ha ha...ha...*shields myself from upcoming bullets* OKAY OKAY! I'm sorry. Geez. But don't worry you'll be seeing me a LOT more this week! Because it' Seven days of SoKeefe! Yay! *throws confetti* Seven day of pure fluff and angst for Foster-Keefe shippers to gobble up. Here's the chapters I have planned- if you haven't read it on the wiki:

Monday: The Proposal

Tuesday: A Trickster and her Mysterious Mr.F(genderbend SoKeefe)

Wednesday: SoKeefe vs. the Fart Princess

Thursday: Of Leather and Glasses(human au)

Friday: Rabbit? (a surprise and my b-day!)

Saturday: Request from you guys! (I shall choose the one I like the most by Friday.)

Sunday: All I want for Christmas(yes I know it's not Christmas, but I've been meaning to post this for a while. Dedicated to the wonderful BuddingWriter101. Thanks for being my friend and dealing with my horrible grammar.

Okay,this chapter right here is trash. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or general horribleness you see*shrugs*. I tried.

Keefe traced the wide girth, about 3 inches in length, of the golden band with his pointer finger, then began to circle that of the ice blue diamond at the rings top- only the best for HER. His light, his Moonlark, his…

"Whatcha doing papa?" A familiar pubescent voice suddenly asked, and Keefe turned to find a pair of warm brown, gold-flecked irises- eyes that he, along with his older sister, shared with his mother- of Keefe's son, Fitz. He still wasn't too fond of the name- surely Keefe Jr. would have been better? - but Sophie had been insistent on naming him after her past love before she married her prankster friend- a tribute of sorts.

To Keefe though, it was simply a reminder of how he almost lost everything to Wonderboy, who already had the world in the palm of his hands and didn't even know it. While Keefe just kept spiraling down the abyss.

Before he could answer however, a voice, this time distinctly female with a carefree attitude laced in every word, said, "Hey, come on Fitz. Isn't obvious? Dad's really gonna ring it today with mom. I can just hear the bells tolling. He and mom are gonna bond in holy momtromony soon."

Fitz's screech of protests at his sisters puns was drowned in the sea of Keefe's worried thoughts, as he turned to face his daughter, Amy- named after Sophie's human sister.

Long, gold-spun hair falling down her back in soothing sea waves; her eyes comparable to melted chocolate, she was Sophie's kid in every sense of appearance- but Keefe's child at heart, from the lazy smirk that always seemed to frequent her sun-kissed features, to the tousled locks parted in a row at the top of her head. Even the hoodie she draped over her foxfire uniform so that it hid most of her pleated skirt, just seemed scream Keefe Foster(and he would forever be grateful for the name change). He couldn't count the amount of times he was brought into the Forklenators office because of that ice blue, black striped clothing because it violated the dress code, but Amy had refused to part with it.

"Hey, can you kids be quiet! I'm trying to keep it secret."

Amy's condescending smile, for once in as long as Keefe could remember, faltered at the edges as her honeydew eyes widened in surprise. He had always found it somewhat peculiar himself how her expression never seemed to change from that of that grin that was too wide, and displayed too much teeth. She really was his kid.

"WAIT! Seriously?! I was just joking when I was saying you were gonna propose to her before!' she shouted, before that smirk of theirs seemed to creep back onto her features and she started belting the wedding song.

"Dadada dadada!"

Fitz, meanwhile, simply tilted his head in confusion. His overgrown mop of dark blonde hair seemed to trickle down his face, covering most of his mother's orbs, like a river as he did.

"What does proposing mean?" Keefe's male offspring asked childishly.

"It means he's gonna get l!" Keefe swiftly silenced Amy before she could continue that vulgar sentence. He'd rather Fitz didn't learn about "playing" anytime soon- thank you very much.

The older blonde then bent down to his sons level, ice blue meeting twinkling brown.

"Well, it means that I'm asking your mommy if she wants to be with the Keefster forever," his father told his three year old - a soft smile playing at full lips. "She can't get rid of me anymore if she accepts this ring." He held up the wedding gift so the small child's questioning eyes could survey the tiny object.

This only seemed to make Fitz more confused however; his dark brown eyebrows creased down the middle.

"But why would you wanna do that?" he questioned with another held tilt. "I thought we were all gonna be together forever, right? Or is papa and mommy…." tears began to spring up in the young elves eyes until, almost immediately, waterfalls were falling down his cheeks. "NO! I don't want mommy and papa to break up! Don't give her the ring!"

Fitz had always been an emotional child, quick bawl and whine- no doubt most empath's would be overloaded by the onslaught of emotions that so often bombarded the older elf like a tidal wave…. if he hadn't been used to it, of course.

"Come on Wonderboy 2.0, don't cry. Mommy and I aren't breaking up," Keefe consoled, addressing the young elf with the nickname he'd given him so long ago, back when he was born. He waited until Fitz's cry's had subsided to whimpers before continuing. "You good?- Fitz nodded- Good. Mommy and I aren't going anywhere okay? We'll be staying by you and your sisters side for as long as you need. But… do you remember those bad people mommy told you about in your bed time stories….?" the boy's father asked, though he already knew the answer.

As expected, Fitz's blond tresses bobbed as he nodded once more.

"Well, those people prevented us from ever having a wedding- and those are often a couples favorite thing, surprisingly more so than taking a romantic fly on Glitterbutt. I don't want your mommy missing out on that- she only deserves the best- so, today, I'm going to propose to her in way completely deserving of her. Okay."

"Okay," Fitz replied, his lips spreading into a bright, toothy smile, and the sheen of his brown eyes sparkling- not from unshed tears, but from the happiness of the situation.

He has Sophie's smile, Keefe thought absentmindedly. Then, his lips twisted upwards even wider until the corners were nearly touching his ears. It'd be hard not to fall in love with a smile like that.

"But, papa, I have a question?" Fitz inquired, and Keefe blinked. "If you and mommy had such a hard time dealing with those bad guys, then why did the storks bring you sissy and I?"

That was sword that shattered the peace; a pregnant silence settled between them like a rock as Amy's laughter rang out into quiet corridors of Havenfield.

Sophie's POV

"So… you passed with flying colors, and all your mentors had good things to say about you, well, except for Lady Galvin. Something about a buzzer and another burnt cape. Care to explain?" Sophie Foster asked her eldest child Amy, as they made there through the seemingly endless halls of Foxfire during the celebration after midterms.

Students milled around the passageways, chatting with friends and popping bubbles filled with prattle boxes, throwing open their lockers- the metal hinges screeching- and finding their thinking caps practically overflowing with gifts.

For a second, the moonlark thought she might have seen her daughters facading smirk flicker into something real before it returned so as to not give the young blonde away.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she answered- it was hard to read someone whose expression never changed.

"Oh don't lie to me!" Sophie's normally stunning face hardened to steel in the face misbehaving. "I know you strapped an electric buzzer to your hand and electrocuted…"

But just as the pair rounded a corner, a sharp stab of pain to Sophie's abdomen halted her in her place, and she had to lean into the surrounding lockers for support.

"MOM! Are you alright!" Amy swiveled to her mother with peach skin pale; her gold flecked orbs wide- very abnormal for her.

Sophie inhaled a deep, steadying breath through her nose, as if it would somehow help the thing currently pushing at her middle, "I'm fine. Just give me a…"

Suddenly, the breath she was taking to calm the little one's was replaced by a new odor- one one could only describe as raw eggs mixed with alicorn excrement; topped by the winged horses breath. It coiled, spun, filled up the entirety of the room with green smog, and Sophie hacked at the searing sensation of the smell going down her nostrils.

W-wha?

She barely had time to finish the thought before a shrill scream followed immediately with coughing tolled throughout the room where the foxfire students had been enjoying the end of midterms just minutes ago. Sophie swore she could see a hint of neon green peaking through the fog.

"WHAT IS GOING ON!" Amy screamed, though her parent couldn't see her through the thickness of the green smog wrapping around them in a vice's hold. It was like a liquid: spongy and repulsive.

"Another Great Gullon Incident, that's what!" Sophie bristled. She knew that voice….

And,emerging from the fog, was her boyfriend, Keefe Sencen, in all his devil-may care attitude and mused blonde hair glory. And, the hammering of her heart against the stacked tier of sprigs known as her ribs, disappeared along with his appearance- replaced by a seething that crept under her skin and trapped her heart in it's iron grip. She was tempted to inflict on the man- she was so mad!

"KEEFE SENCEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU KNOW I DON'T MIND YOU'RE JOKES AND PRANKS, BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE TOO YOU, BUT YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR! INTERRUPTING OUR DAUGHTERS MID-TERM CELEBRATION WITH GULONS IS JUST UNCALLED FOR!"

But Keefe didn't answer. He didn't look her in the eyes.

"Keefe! Look at me!" she exclaimed, and he did, and Sophie had to keep herself from gasping at his expression. His eyes had always pertained a certain depth and quality to them, but, now, the ice blue a never-ending sky to his girlfriend's eyes, why was it now that she was unable to look away? Why was it now that her breath was stolen from her lungs?- her heart a soft rhythm in her ears.

A caged mockingbird.

Keefe then set himself to the checkered floor, got one knee, and took her hand in his. Her small, dainty palm seemed to fit perfectly in his large, calloused one. Yet, despite it's roughness, there was a certain gentleness in how he caressed her ring finger with his thumb- how he held her hand firmly, yet softly, a sentiment to how he was her rock in the toughest of times. Always there, even when the odds were against them.

What was happening? Why did it seem as though the whole world was holding its breath- awaiting his next move?

"Sophie Foster- a surprise tingle of pleasure ran down her spine with how he anciated every syllable of her name- you are more than I can ever hope for and more. You were there for me when no one else was- my crutch when the goings get tough. You helped me when my father was being a typical douche, when my mother was apart of the Neverseen, when I was dealing with the crushing guilt of my legacy- you were there. You are the most amazing girl I ever met, and I have no idea what I did to deserve you when you had the perfect Fitzster and I'm, well, me- Sophie suddenly felt as though the organ pumping blood through her body was being crushed by those words. But, I can promise you this: that will do everything in my power to make you happy. So, if you'll have me….. Foster…."

Sophie's heart felt as if it would explode from the sheer happiness of his next words: "Will you marry me?"

Again, trash. Imma go to sleep now*flops on bed*