a life with you

this isn’t happily ever after, it’s so much more than that // a maxerica fanmix by thequeenofillea [listen]

Kile Woodwork

The Selected Men  →  Kile Woodwork Even though Kile and Eadlyn have been raised together in the palace, the two of them have had a hate relationship for ages. However, a mysterious someone placed his name in the drawing, and Kile was chosen to participate in the Selection, much to his and Eadlyn’s resentment. During this time, though, the two began to know and to take a liking to each other, though Eadlyn had denied liking any of the Selected Men.

Maxon Schreave and America Singer from The Selection Series

“Look at me, America.

I blinked a few times and pulled my gazeup to his eyes. Through the pain, he smiled at me.

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

“Shhh,” I urged.

“I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that.

There was something about her. Even the way she didn’t like me drew me in, and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“Maxon, some of those marks are on your back so they wouldn’t be on mine, and I love you for them.”

He stopped breathing for a second. “What did you say?” I smiled. “I love you.” “One more time, please? I just—” I took his face in both of my hands. “Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you.” “And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you.”

I’m so distracted by their faces that I forget how close I am to the end of the aisle. As I turn forward … he’s there.

And then it seems as if no one else is here at all.

No cameras filming, no bulbs flashing. It’s just us. It’s just Maxon and me.

He’s wearing his crown, and the suit with the blue sash and the medals. What did I say the first time he wore it? Something about hanging him up with the chandeliers, I think…Maxon and I move close to each other as the ceremony starts.

“Hello, my dear,” he whispers.

“Don’t start,” I warn in return, and we’re both left smiling.

He holds my hands as if they’re the only things pinning him to the earth, and I focus on that as I prepare myself for the words coming, the promises I’ll never break. It’s magical, really, the power this day has.

“I really hope so. Partly because, yes, we’re duty bound to produce heirs. But also … I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.”

Didn’t they know who I was, what they’d trained me for? If they thought I was going down without a fight, they were sadly mistaken.

I started laughing, thinking back to the other night in my room. It had seemed so alien when Kile wanted to talk to me, but I wasn’t completely sure why I thought that now. I could have had a new outlet, a new perspective this whole time.