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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months ago

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Do You Want to Keep a Secret?

Part 2 Here - Do You Want to Keep Another Secret? >

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: After Luca asks Street to stay out of the house for a while, Street gets tired and curious and accidentally crashes Luca's "book club."

Warnings: secret girlfriend, "book club" joke goes on way too long (Bridgerton slander; I haven't and won't read it but know Street wouldn't like it), fluff, brief mention of alcohol consumption, the one and only Duke!!!

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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“Street, wait up, man,” Luca calls.

Street pauses by the door of S.W.A.T. HQ and turns to look at Luca. 20 Squad had an early day and Street’s been eager to get out of the station and relax. When Luca waits for Deacon and Hondo to walk by before he begins talking, Street narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What do you want?” Street asks.

“I can’t just want to talk?” Luca defends.

“If you just wanted to talk, Deacon and Hondo overhearing wouldn’t have been a problem. Spit it out, man.”

“Fine. I’m going to be home late tonight and need the house tomorrow night.”

Street opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Luca tugs nervously on his backpack strap, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Street.

“There’s something that I need to do tomorrow, and I just- go ride around or visit friends, whatever you want to do, but I really need the house to myself,” Luca explains.

“What do you need to do?” Street inquires.

“Something that I can’t do with you asking questions.”

“Why-“

“Streeter, please.”

Street nods slowly before agreeing to find somewhere else to be tomorrow night. Luca’s the best roommate and friend he’s ever had, so despite all the questions he wants to ask, he’ll give Luca the space and privacy he needs. As they leave HQ, Luca turns left where Street turns right, and Street only becomes more curious about where Luca is going and how he’s spending his nights.

“Book club?” Street asks.

“Dude, do I look like I’d host a book club? Or be in one?” Luca replies.

“No offense, but kinda. You’ve got that soothing, welcoming personality, and you love people.”

“Who’s in a book club?” Deacon asks as he walks into the situation room.

“No one,” Luca answers.

“Luca disappeared last night, didn’t get home until well after midnight, and now he needs our house tonight. Won’t tell me why,” Street explains.

Deacon looks over at Luca, and he nods once. Luca thinks Deacon probably figured out exactly what has been taking Luca’s free time, but he trusts Deacon to keep it quiet and not push like Street.

“Well, Street, you’re welcome to come over for dinner since you’ve been evicted,” Deacon offers.

“Temporarily evicted,” Street corrects. “And, thanks, but I already found a way to kill a few hours.”

“Luca, enjoy the Street-free house,” Deacon adds as he leaves.

“Hey!” Street yells. “Wait, Luca, is Duke staying?”

“Where are we going?” you ask.

Luca told you during your date last night that he’d pick you up from work today because he had a surprise. Seeing your boyfriend two days in a row is unusual, but you’re certainly not complaining. The permanent smile on your face since you met is proof that there’s never too much time with Luca.

“We’ve been dating for a while, but we don’t spend time alone,” Luca begins. “Not that I don’t enjoy our date nights, but I thought it might be nice to have a night in for once.”

“That does sound nice,” you agree. “But we both have roommates.”

“I don’t have one tonight. Street agreed to let me have the house to myself for a while.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Not much. He asked a lot of questions, though.”

“You know, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had who didn’t want me to meet his friends. You are the first who said it was because of his friends and not me, though.”

“I’ll introduce you when the time is right. And we’re not starting with Street, that’s something that needs to be eased into.”

“Then who would you introduce me to first?”

Luca smiles, and when he reaches the last stop sign before his house, he turns to look at you.

“Deacon, probably,” he answers. “I think he already knows I’m seeing someone.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Deacon’s crazy intuitive, and the only one who has any idea what it’s like to be in a committed relationship.”

Luca turns into his driveway and races around the front of his truck to open your door and help you out. His house is cute, you think, but the work he’s doing in the neighborhood is even better than the house. As he opens the door, you hear a dog bark happily.

“Is that Duke? I get to meet Duke?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, you do. He’s the best roommate I have.”

“When I meet Jim, I’m telling him you said that.”

“He already knows.”

Luca opens the door, and you step inside before being greeted by Duke. He’s just as kind and gentle as his owner, and you fall in love with him in a moment. As you kneel and pet him, letting him sniff your hand to introduce yourself, you’re glad for a quiet night in. You know Luca well, but you expect to see a different side of him away from the public eye, and the dangers he watches for outside.

“This is the best date you’ve ever taken me on,” you tell Luca as he helps you stand.

“I’ll remember that next time I get reservations at an expensive restaurant,” he jokes.

“You know I’d be happy with your cooking, or a food truck, or a microwave dinner as long as I’m sharing it with you.”

“Don’t get sappy yet,” Luca warns playfully.

You already feel comfortable in Luca’s house, and as you follow him into the kitchen you catch a glimpse of what the rest of your life will be like. Your favorite meal is waiting for you, and you hug Luca tightly to thank him. The night is perfect, and it’s just beginning.

“I’m so tired,” Street complains.

“Go home,” Chris answers. “That’s, like, the entire point of having a place to live.”

“I can’t. Luca said I can’t come home until later.”

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t tell me. Deac probably knows.”

“If he didn’t say why, it must not be too important.”

Street looks up from his drink and snaps. His eyes are glassy as he points at Chris and agrees, “You’re so right. You’re so smart, Chris.”

“And maybe you need a ride home,” she suggests.

“I’m not drunk,” Street argues. “Just tired and I want to know what Luca is doing.”

“I’m not going to tell you that you should go home earlier to find out, but if you’re uncomfortable staying out any longer… Where else are you supposed to go?”

“Luca would kill me.”

“I love you,” you whisper.

Luca’s hand slows in its trail from your hip to your ribs and back down. His touch is both calming and electrifying, and you can’t imagine a life without Luca. He pulls your legs over his lap to bring you closer. What started as sitting on his couch to talk quickly turned to quiet confessions and cuddles, which you would like to be a nightly occurrence. Luca kisses your cheek before promising that he loves you.

“I’m never going to want to go on another date with you unless it’s just like this one,” you say.

Luca turns to look at your smile and cups your cheek before he agrees, “I’m sure we could work something out.”

“You’re gonna have to tell Street then. Duke already loves me, so we’re over halfway there.”

“Or I could just get him, like, arcade passes to keep him busy.”

“Luca.”

‘We’ll talk about it later,” Luca whispers as he leans in.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck as he kisses you. Already halfway in his lap, you lean forward and press your chest to his to return the affection. Your hands move to Luca’s shoulders, and you grip his shirt gently as you push yourself closer to him.

The door opens, and you pull away from Luca quickly as someone asks, “Is this why you didn’t want me to come home?”

“Street, what are you doing here?” Luca asks as he gently moves your legs off of his and stands.

“I forgot?”

“Any other night I would believe that,” Luca says.

He’s standing in front of you, but you peek around his side and wave. You introduce yourself and say hello to Street as he waves in return.

“Why are you back?” Luca asks again.

“I got tired, and Chris kind of convinced me that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to come back early. I swear, Luca, I had no idea I was going to be interrupting.”

“Because I didn’t want to tell anyone yet!”

You stand and lay a hand on Luca’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Although you understand why he wants to wait, things don’t always work out like you want.

“I’m sorry, Luca,” Street says.

“Uh, Street?” you interrupt softly. “Do you want to keep a secret?”

“You want me to stay quiet about this? Absolutely; you don’t have to worry about that." He looks to Luca and adds, "I really am sorry, man.”

“Not exactly,” you say, though you look at Luca as you say it. “Want to start a book club?”

“I knew it,” Street says through his teeth.

“You guys want to come over for dinner?” Luca invites.

“Are you cooking?” Hondo asks quickly.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then, I’m in.”

“Sure,” Deacon agrees. “I just have to be home by nine.”

“Nobody envies that, Deac,” Hondo teases.

“I’m down, too,” Tan says.

“Sounds good,” Chris adds.

“Alright. Come over whenever you’re ready, but food should be done in about an hour,” Luca calls over his shoulder.

“Bring your own silverware, I’m not doing dishes,” Street demands.

“Sure thing, playboy,” Victor says.

“Hello?” Street asks as he opens the door.

“Kitchen,” you call. “Are you aware that it’s still your house?”

“Doesn’t mean you have to feel uncomfortable or stay confined to Luca’s room.”

You smile and when Street raises his hands in question, you ask, “Are you ever going to let them know that you’re not a playboy anymore?”

“And lose all my credit and the best nickname I’ve ever had? Not likely, future Mrs. Luca.”

“Now that is the best nickname I’ve ever had.”

“Streeter!” Luca calls.

“Second best,” Street whispers before leaving your side to help Luca.

“How well do you think this is going to go, Duke?” you ask as you follow him into the living room.

“This is the only book that I could find seven copies of,” Luca explains as he dumps a bag of paperbacks on the coffee table.

“Bridgerton?” you read. “Luca, did you think maybe there was a reason there were so many?”

“It’s good enough for a TV show,” Street says.

He picks one up and begins reading the blurb on the back, and you watch his face go from curious to confused to disinterested and disgusted.

“Not good enough for a S.W.A.T. team,” you explain. “And now poor Street is scarred for life.”

“Good thing we’re not reading it,” Luca says. “They’re going to figure out far before they gain any interest in the book.”

Street shudders as he steps back from the books, and you laugh before returning to the kitchen. Luca is making dinner, but you claimed dessert and two different options are cooling on the counter. The doorbell rings and Street walks to the door as Luca arranges the books. You run into Luca’s bedroom to hide and wonder if Street will be able to keep a secret long enough to pull off the book club gag.

“Hey, Deac,” Luca greets. “Come on in.”

“Is your girlfriend here?” Deacon asks.

“How do you do that?” Street exclaims.

“Dude,” Luca sighs. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“The book club bit is a nice touch,” Deacon applauds. “Worst book you could have chosen though.”

“I agree,” Street says dramatically.

“Annie couldn’t finish these books.”

“Understandable.”

The doorbell rings again, and Deacon and Street quiet as the rest of 20 Squad enters the Luca/Street abode. With all of them talking over one another, you can’t tell how the conversation is going.

“Why is there an extra book?” Hondo asks. “Did you miscount for this joke or is that part of it?”

“No, there’s seven of us,” Luca answers.

“Me, you, Street, Tan, Deac, and Chris. That’s six, my man.”

“Plus, my girlfriend.”

Hondo, Tan, and Chris freeze. Luca expected a louder reaction, so the stunned silence is a surprise.

“Are we going to stand here in suspense, or do we get to meet her?” Deacon asks finally.

“Hi,” you say as you walk into the living room. “I’m-“

Halfway through your introduction, 20 Squad finds their voice again and Hondo, Chris, and Tan begin speaking over one another again to ask you questions. Street steps up and raises his hands to stop them.

“I can answer any questions you have about her. Because I’m a great roommate, and Luca’s best friend, and I already know her,” he says proudly.

“What’s her favorite book?” Luca asks.

“I can say with absolute certainty that it is not Bridgerton,” Street answers. He looks at you quickly to ask, “Right?”

“That is correct,” you affirm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Deacon says as he shakes your hand. “Sorry Street was the welcome committee.”

“If I get to see Street, I get to see Duke, so it’s a win,” you tease.

“Okay, okay, let’s go back,” Hondo interjects. “How long have you been together?”

“Almost six months,” Luca replies.

“Six months? And we haven’t heard a thing? Luca, what did we do to deserve this?”

Luca glances at Chris, who is pulling you away from Deacon and talking so quickly you probably can’t understand anything.

“The interrogation I knew she’d get, mostly. No offense, Hondo, but when we’re all together it’s a lot to take in.”

“I get that, man, but you could have told us. We’re family.”

“I’m telling you now. With food.”

“Touché.”

“She’s going to be around for a long time, though,” Luca promises.

“I’m happy for you, man. Just let me know before you pop the question, would you?”

“I do have a ring,” Luca murmurs.

“Next book club, she ain’t here and we talk about that little piece of information,” Hondo declares before leaving Luca to join the small circle around you.

After everyone leaves, and you accept an invitation to join Annie and Deacon for dinner next week, you fall back on the couch and lean against Luca. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him.

“You were right. They’re a lot, but it’s clear that they care about you, Luca. I’m glad you have friends – family – like them,” you say.

“And now they’re yours,” Luca replies, “for as long as you stay with me.”

“I like that sound of that.”

Duke jumps onto the couch beside you, and you pet his head. Luca imagines how different this will be when you have a ring on your finger and smiles.

“There is just one thing I’d like you to do,” you request.

“Anything.”

“Pick a better book next time. Something by Michael Connelly or Doyle, anyone-“

Luca cuts you off with a kiss, and you both pretend not to hear Street tiptoe behind you to eat more brownies.

#hanna writes✯#dominique luca x reader #dominique luca #swat x reader #swat cbs #fem!reader

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dairy-farmer · 4 months ago

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I present to you a rare but simple DukeTim!

Recently saw a super cute post about a deaged Duke who refused to trust anyone besides Tim, because Tim was his Robin. It made me think about Duke who had a massive crush on Robin 3 and it doesn't go away when he moves into the manor and gets to know Tim personally.

Duke being all starstruck but doing his best to play it cool and failing (Their first meeting involved Duke winking and doing finger guns. Remembering it still keeps him up at night). But come on! That's his Robin! The one he grew up with, the one who swooped in when Batman was self-destructing and pulled him back. Maybe Duke even witnessed Tim getting between a downed goon and Batman because the goon had clearly had enough. Robin Tim standing tall against a man twice his size and many multitudes stronger and demanding he be listened to. It was truly awe inspiring, even more so because it worked.

Tim being Duke's first crush and sexual awakening. He had been worried at first that Tim wouldn't like him because he was a meta and Batman had a strict no metas rule - even if he was bending it for Duke. But Tim was welcoming and friendly, offering to introduce Duke to his meta friends and helping him navigate his powers. Duke trying so hard to flirt with Tim but being so so cringe about it because he's younger and inexperienced and it's hard to think straight around your crush ("You fight pretty girl - GOOD! Pretty good! Haha, yeah" *praying for the ground to swallow him whole*).

Luckily for Duke, Tim is apparently into cringy and awkward flirting, because he flirts back. Duke living the dream, dating his Robin and loving every minute of it: Tim is just so cool and sweet and smart ❤️! Duke is definitely the type of guy who gushes about his girlfriend/wife every chance he gets.

(for the record, I think Duke is normally really cool(like, temperament and personality wise) - he literally started his own gang and is a superhero, there's nothing not cool about that. But I also love the idea that every ounce of cool disappears when confronted with his crush🥰)

tim being duke's robin is so cute 🥺🥺🥺 tim spending so much time worried during his robin days over living up to jason and dick's legacies and him being duke's robin is when he gets direct confirmation that he did something right ❤️. then duke being around him and being SO unable to hide how interested he is and how much he wants tim to like him because THATS HIS ROBIN. he's trying so hard to be cool and aloof but regrets it so much it keeps him up at night with thoughts 'god that was so cringefail 😖'. but tim LOVES it, thinks he's so sincere and sweet with his awkward flirting and the way his eyes just scream pleasepleaseplesapleaseplease. duke feels like he's walking on air when he starts dating his robin, he talks about him to everyone if there's even a moment of silence. he's gushing to same gagged and tied up criminal about how he has a date tonight while they're sitting there and forced to listen to him 😭.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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luke-hughes43 · 3 months ago

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hard to love | will and dani

dani is struggling learning how to be a girlfriend, let alone a good one, to will. on top of having some serious doubts about them being together given how different their personalities are.

also, this is gonna be so long and I kinda apologize for that

I am insensitive, I have a tendency, to pay more attention to the things that I need, sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I don't why you stay with me

will sees dani walking towards the library while he's on his way to get dinner with the boys. he smiles and jogs over, "hey baby."

"oh hey will. what's up?" dani says smiling at him.

will takes her hand, "you going to your study time?"

"yea. why what's going on?" dani asks. will shakes his head, "nothing. I just haven't really seen or heard from you today."

"oh, sorry. I got caught up in just everything today. look, I have a really important paper to write, but I promise to text you when I'm done and if it's not too late maybe we can get ice cream or frozen yogurt or something?"

"yea sure. I'm getting dinner with the boys but I wanted to see you. I'll see you later baby." will says and kisses dani's forehead before she walks away and into the library.

he walks to the dining hall where he was meeting ryan, gabe, and jacob a little defeated that dani kind of blew him off. it wasn't just that day that he'd hardly seen her, it had been a week.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, and, I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, mmm, yeah

(dani overhears a conversation of will's teammates talking about them being together and it gives dani doubts about being with will. and then a few days later, she overhears some of the lacrosse freshman saying the same thing.)

"how does smitty date lady duke? like she's just so cold and antisocial and kinda bitchy and he's this like happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store kind of person. like doesn't he get tired of dealing with that?" Connor says to Timmy.

Timmy says back, "I don't know what he sees in her but he's in love with her. and from what Lenny was saying, he has been for like 2 years. I agree though, how is happy and smiley will smith dating cold and stone faced dani duke. like she doesn't even smile when she's with him. I don't think I could ever do that."

"no for real. like I will never understand what will actually sees in her."

dani walks away after that comment. she's hurt to hear what will's teammates think of her relationship with him. but she also doesn't think they are wrong, she knows that she's cold and doesn't show her emotions often but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel things for will.

~a few days later~

dani is about to get out of the shower in the locker room when she hears voices and her name. one of the freshman girls, ali, is saying, "god I wish I was dani and dating will smith. like he's so hot and have you those curls. to die for."

"for real. like what does will even see in dani? she's very closed off and to herself. like we play on the same team as her and she's always at all of the team bonding events and stuff but I feel like I don't know her. I don't even know what she studies. like how does something has friendly and extroverted as will date such an introvert like dani? what do they even talk about?"

"it could have something to do with dani's twin brother?" Molly says.

alexa questions, "dani has a twin brother?"

molly nods,"yea. his name is ty, he plays hockey at michigan with her older brother dylan. I did a little social media dive into all the girls when I committed. they are all over her instagram with her sister but there's no sign of will. how long have they even been together?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know until I heard gabe's girlfriend talking about a double date. like we barely know dani and we spend all of our time with her so like there's no way that will knows enough about her to date her. there's no way anyone knows enough of anything about her to date her. let alone say that they love her."

she hears enough of what they are saying and storms out of the locker room and locks herself in her dorm for the night. and all she can hear in her head is everyone saying how she doesn't deserve will and that her personality is too cold for him and all the reasons that she shouldn't be with him.

and she can't help but believe them so she cries herself to sleep just thinking about everyone being right and will breaking up with her because he starts thinking it too.

I am a short fuse, I am a wreckin' ball, crashin' into your heart like I do, you're like a sunday mornin', full of grace and full of Jesus, I wish that I could be more like you

since dani has overheard not only her own teammates, but also will's teammates, having doubts about their relationship. dani has been short with everyone. including eden. will knows that something is wrong with dani and is doing everything he can to get her to talk to him but she won't budge.

she's just been going to lift, then class, then practice, then the library, and then her dorm without really talking much to anyone about anything. she's even shut her phone off.

will is upset at dani for avoiding him so he waits for her outside one of her classes and basically ambushes her. he sees her walk out and goes over to her, "dani, what's going with you?"

"what are you talking about will?"

"you've been avoiding me, hell you've been avoiding everyone. so what's going on, how can I help?" will says while he softly grabs her hand and gives a gentle squeeze.

dani looks down and rolls her eyes before saying, "nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my plater with playoff coming up. I know that you get that. I promise I'm fine."

"then why haven't I heard from you?"

"because I shut my phone off so I could focus on everything that I need to do. I've been spending a lot of extra time on the turf and in the weight room to get ready for post season. I'm sorry I haven't texted you or seen you for a few days, I've just really been trying to dial in." dani says somewhat lying through her teeth.

she has been trying to focus on playoffs and but also avoiding will because she doesn't want him to know that people think they shouldn't be together.

will sighs, "I do get it dani. it just feels like your using that as an excuse to avoid me. I'm not saying that it's true but that's just how it feels. and if I did something wrong, I wanna know so that I can fix it and make things right."

"you didn't do anything wrong will. I promise. and I'm not avoiding you, or at least not trying too. I'm just trying to not let my team down in the playoffs and bring the natty home. I'm sorry, if it seems like I am avoiding you." dani says making eye contact with will. she even goes up on her tip toes to kiss him softly.

will smiles, "it's ok dani. I get it. how about tonight, I come over at like 9 and we just hang out? no phones, no teammates, just me and you and netflix or something?"

"sounds good. I gotta head to the turf, but I'll see you later." she says smiling. she kisses him one last time before rushing off to practice once again.

will still feels like there's something off with dani but she obviously doesn't wanna talk about so he's not gonna force her too. he just goes to her dorm for 9 like they talked about and dani even cuddled into will despite hating being touched.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, 'nd I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, love me good

will has finally reached a boiling point of dani shutting him out so one night as she's getting back to her dorm, he says to her, "hey dani. we need to talk."

"what's wrong will?"

"not out here. in your dorm." he says and follows behind her up to her dorm room. once inside, dani asks, "what's so urgent that you ambushed me at my dorm building?"

"us, dani. I know that you've been saying how you're just trying to focus on playoffs lately and I'm not saying that you're lying but I know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. did I do something and you've been pushing me away while you figured out how to break up with me?"

"no. that's not it at all. like not even close." dani says shocked that will thinks she is gonna break up with him. that's the farthest thing from the truth. she's afraid that he's gonna break up with her. she then says quietly, "I've been pushing you away because I'm afraid that you're gonna break up with me."

"what? how could you possibly think that dani? I'm so in love with you and I have been since I first saw you 3 years ago." will exclaims a little hurt that dani thinks he's breaking up with her.

dani lets his words sink in and starts crying. it's the first time will has ever seen her cry. she says through her tears, "it's just, we're such different personalities and I know that everyone wonders how and why were together and what you see in me and sometimes I wonder too. because I know I'm not the happiest or friendliest person and that I can be a bitch to everyone, especially you. and you are just so nice and thoughtful and loving and one of the best people I've ever met and I'm scared that you're gonna realize everyone is right and that we shouldn't be together and break up with me."

will's entire body softens seeing dani break down. he says softly, "hey, that's not gonna happen. I'm not breaking up with you. not now, not ever. I love you dani, there's not a whole of things that you could do that would change that."

"but why do you love me? what's so lovable about me? I'm quiet, I keep to myself, I don't let anyone in, so how can you know that you love me when you barely know me?" dani forces out.

"because I do know you dani. I know that you're favorite color is black because it's a color that matches with anything, I know that you wear your hair in the exact same style for every single game because you think it's good luck, I know that eden is your best friend in the whole world because she is the first friend you made in michigan, you see cutter like another brother because he's dating eden and although you don't think anyone is good enough for her you know that he treats her right, I know that you look up to alyssa and treat isla like the little sister that you always wanted, and I know that you don't let anyone in but I also know that you let me force myself in. and I know that because there's no way I'd know all of that stuff if I didn't know you. and I know that if you didn't have any sort of feelings for me, you never would've let me take you on a date or be my girlfriend. I know you so well dani duke, and I love every single part of you." will explains to her as he cups her face.

dani looks in his beautifully blue eyes and just sobs. she chokes out, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry will."

he pulls her in for a hug and just holds her tight, "hey, shhh. it's ok dani. it's ok." he tries calming her down by rubbing her back or his fingers through her hair. it works a little bit but she's still crying pretty hard. he says softly, "baby, I need you to breathe for me. we're ok, I promise, I just need you to breathe dani."

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you were gonna break up with me." dani chokes out.

will makes her look at him and he says softly, "what made you think that I was gonna break up with you?"

"a few weeks ago, I heard your teammates talking about us being together and how they didn't know how you put with me and what you saw in me. and then a few days after that, a few of the freshman on the lax team were saying similar things and how I spend all this time with them and they barely know me so how can you know that love you me if my own teammates don't even know I have siblings. and it got all in my head and I started thinking that they might've been right." dani explains.

will sighs, "why didn't you tell me?"

"because I didn't want you to hear it and then agree and break up with me. because I didn't want them to be right or to cause any problems. it's your teammates and my teammates were talking about here. we spend so much time with them and so we can't have problems or issues."

"I don't care if they are on the same team as me. I love you and you're my girlfriend, they don't get an opinion on who I date. only I do, and I wanna be with you. I love you dani, and no one else."

"I know you do. and someday, I'll be ready to tell you the same but I'm just not there yet."

"I know. I can read you like an open book dani, I know how you feel and it doesn't matter if you aren't ready to say it yet. that's never gonna change how I feel." will says smiling at her.

she smiles back and hugs him tightly. she mumbles against his chest, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm just not good at this whole girlfriend thing."

"it's ok baby. and you need to give yourself more credit, you're a great girlfriend. I love you, and I know that you'll tell me when you're ready."

dani smiles and kisses him softly. will pulls away and says, "so how does watching a movie sound? unless, you need me too how you how much I really love you?" he smirks by the end of his question with an eyebrow raised.

dani smacks his chest playfully, "absolutely not. no sex until I win the natty. I gotta focus."

"you're joking?" he exclaims. dani playfully rolls her eyes, "it's 3 weeks, you can last. but a movie and maybe some cuddling sounds good." she says hopefully. he nods and they get in bed with a cheesy rom com that dani picked.

she falls asleep like 20 minutes in but will keeps the movie on in case she wakes up. he kisses her head and whispers, "I love you so much and I will do everything in my power to make you believe it."

#will smith hockey #danielle duke #will x dani

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greazyfloz · 1 year ago

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27 & 29 smut with dylan duke

Smut: 27. "Let’s pump a couple babies into ya” & 29. "I don’t share” w/ Dylan Duke

Sooner Than You Think

Dylan and I got into a random argument about having children while we were out at dinner with some of his friends from his hometown. One of his friends told us that they were expecting then it became a big joke that I Dylan and I should try for a kid to so they could be best friends.

Dylan started making remarks about having children that started to make me a little upset as the night went on, "imagine they could learn to play hockey together" Marissa, his friends girlfriend exclaimed

"Yeah, maybe your next child" he says laughing and we all laughed along with him, "or maybe the next one after that" he continued. By that point I kinda started to have the feeling that kids weren't really in his ideal future.

"or maybe with your next girlfriend" one of his drunk friends said. I shook it off at first thinking he was just drunk, but Dylan laughed

"Yeah maybe" Dylan says laughing along. Some of the people laughed along until they realized I took offence to that. Everyone at the table became slightly awkward and Dylan looks around at everyone, "What?" he says then finally looks at me.

"fuck. you." I say standing from my seat and grabbing my purse from the chair

"What?" he says looking at me confused, "Where are you going?"

"Leaving so your next girlfriend can have a place to sit"

I then storm out of the restaurant we were in and walked over to the bar next door. I made my way in and went directly to the bar. I took a seat next to a random guy, that ended up being very attractive.

"Hey" he says with a smile, I just nod my head and raise my hand trying to get the bartenders attention, "rough night?"

"Kinda" I say as the bartender makes their way over, "just give me a water" I tell him and he nods then pour me a water

"So, what brings a pretty girl like you into a bar like this, all by herself?" he guy says

"Well that didn't sound creepy at all" I say looking at him weird

"It did didn't it" he laughs, "I swear I'm not going to chop you up" he says making me laugh

"I'm Y/n" I tell him

"What a pretty name, it suits you" he tells me, "I'm Andrew. Typically pretty girls don't come to this bar" he tells me

"Typically, I don't go to bars alone unless I'm here to forget something"

"Something or someone?" Andrew asks

"You're smart" I tell him

"Well, it's going to take more than a glass of water to forget him, what did he do?"

"He doesn't want to have kids... Well with me"

"Is he ugly? maybe he is scared the kid will come out ugly and you will know who to blame" he says making me laugh again

"He isn't ugly" I say as I begin to stop laughing, "He must think I'm ugly"

"You're pretty, but you need some glasses" he says, "and buddy needs a brain for letting you leave him"

"Thank you, but I didn't leave him... yet I guess" I say to him

"Well when you do think about leaving him, here is my number" he says while writing his number on a napkin then sliding it over.

"She won't be needing it" Dylan says then sliding the napkin back over to Andrew.

"You must be the boyfriend" he says to Dylan

"Yeah" he says then looks at me, "Come on, let's go"

"It was nice to meet you" I say to Andrew as I look around Dylan.

"You know where to find me" he says in a reassuring tone as I walk out of the bar with Dylan following close behind me. Dylan looks back and gives Andrew a dirty look before placing his hand on the small of my back guiding me out the door. I step to the side away from his touch and we continue to walk side by side to his car.

The drive back to his place was quiet because no one said a word until we got onto his street.

"Who was that guy?"

"Andrew"

"Andrew who?

"Dunno"

"How do you know him?"

"I don't"

"Would you talk to me normally?" he says to me and I shake my head looking out the window, "please?"

"Maybe the next girlfriend will communicate better"

"Oh my god" he says as he turns the car into the driveway, "let it go"

I open the door as he puts the car in park, and march into his house. He is quick behind me carrying my purse, I didn't even know that I left behind. I open the door and close it but he catches it walking in behind me.

"I laughed at a joke Y/n!" he says as he follows behind me on the way up the stairs to his room. "Come on, I'd pop a baby in you right now if I could" he says and I turn around and look at him wide eyed, "no one is home"

"You literally said we would have a kid when they had their 3rd!" I said to him, "you know I want kids Dylan so did you say that just to hurt me?!"

"No!"

"Why would he even joke about a 'next girlfriend'?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, let me know when you figure it out?"

"Okay, why am I all in the wrong here? You are bringing up me and my next girlfriend who doesn't even exist, but I find you all over a guy at the bar?!" he says raising his voice

I stand up and walk you to him and look at him with a tight look on my face, "fuck you" I say to him still staring at him as he licks his lips

"Please" he says leaning down to press his lips on mine. We begin to make out as he back me against the wall and pulls away, "I don't share"

He then reaches down and takes my shirt off, then I reach back and take my bra off as he takes his shirt off too. Once we are both topless he begins making out with me again as we make our way to his bed. "Your mouth is addicting" he says into the kiss.

He tugs my pants and I take the hint to pull them down along with my panties before kneeling down onto my knees. He looks down at me and watches me unbutton his pants then pulling them off before stroking his cock. I don't take anymore time and begin sucking his cock back and forth until his cock is all the way in.

I take him out of my mouth to catch my breath then like up his shaft and begin sucking his cock again. "Your turn" he says to me as I look up at him. I stand up and Dylan pushes me back onto the bed. He crawls on top on me and kisses my lips gently, "You know I love you right?" he asks me

"Yes baby" I say to him as he begins kissing down my stomach

"Good" he says

He reaches my pussy and licks up my slit once. His fingers rub circles around my clit before they move down and he slides two into my pussy. He leans forward and begins sucking on my clit as I reach to the sides of the bed, grabbing onto the sheets, moaning loudly as I feel his fingers begin to curl inside on me, "Yes Dylan!" I moan out.

He then switches his fingers and mouth and begins pumping his tongue in and out of me while sucking my pussy as his fingers rub my clit. "O-oh!" I moan loudly, "Oh my god!". I throw my head back but then he stops.

He makes his way back up to my lips and kisses them gently, then makes his way into my neck. "You want a baby?" he says as he continues sucking on my neck

"Dylan" I say breathlessly

"Tell me" he muffles into my neck

"Y-yes"

"Okay" he says standing up from the bed

"Dylan?" I question him cautiously, in case that made him mad. He pulls me to the edge of the bed then smiles at me.

"Let's pump a couple babies into ya"

He positions his cock at my entrance and pushes himself deep inside of me, "Dylan!" I moan out as he continues to pump himself hard and fast inside of me, "You feel so good!"

"Tell me what you want" he grunts out as he thrusts inside of me

"I want you to fuck me" I moan out

"Yeah? Tell me more!" he says almost out of breath

"I-I want you to f-fuck me until you fill me up!"

He continues fucking me through my orgasm as I drag my nails down his back. I whimper loudly as I release myself on his cock and he smiles proud at himself at me.

"I'm close" he tells me as he continues pumping himself but becoming sloppier. He grunts as he releases himself inside my pussy. After he cums he lays in the bed beside me and looks at me, "What were we fighting about again?"

We both laugh before he stand up from the bed, "You're just going to leave me here?" I ask him as he opens the bedroom door

"I'm going to the shower if you wanna join, you know the answer is always yes" he winks

I follow behind him after i hear the shower turn on. I open the bathroom door and then slide the shower door open. Before he turns around, I wrap my arms around him.

"Babe?" I ask him

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually want to have a baby?" I ask him and he turns around in my arms to look at me, "or should I go get the morning after pill tomorrow?"

"I do want a baby" he says but doesn't smile, "I don't know when but I'll be ready when it happens"

I smile at him and he smiles back bringing back in for a hug. I rest my head against his chest before he looks down at me and presses a kiss on my lips

"Can I tell you why dinner made me really upset?" I ask him taking a step back, and he nods, "I'm pregnant"

#dylan duke #dylan duke smut #dylan duke x reader #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey smut #umich hockey x reader

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nicohischierz · 1 year ago

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the start of something new: tyler duke

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hisch

tyler duke was the bane of your existence.

but he was also the only one who could help you even talk to the guy you were interested in.

when the younger duke brother approached you about tutoring him in biology, he had come with the ultimatum of helping you get with his teammate and friend.

“y/n l/n, what is going on between you and tyler duke?” your friend and cutter gauthier girlfriend asked.

you looked at her baffled, your eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side.

at that moment cutter, rutger and tyler walked over to you and sarah.

tyler stood next to you, cutter next to sarah and rutger in between the two couples.

"so y/n/n, now that you and duker are dating are we going to see you at the rink more?" rutger asked.

"rutger, remember i told you we're keeping it on the down low," tyler chastised.

the duke boy gave you a quick look before turning to his friends. rutger smiled and put his hands up in surrender.

you didn't get to say anything else as the bell rang and sarah dragged you to class without the boys.

since the morning you'd only seen tyler twice and never got to talk to him about your arrangement until it was the end of school.

"did you drive?" he asked.

you nodded and he smiled taking your hand in his. you tried staying put but tyler was stronger as he dragged you to the parking lot, gesturing for you to point to your car.

"tyler why the fuck do our friends think we're dating?" you asked immediately.

"jesus women, i don't know. cutter said he saw us on friday and then frank thought we were dating and they didn't take no for an answer," he explained quickly.

you groaned, hitting your head on the headrest.

"oh and my mum might also think we're dating because of the guys," he added.

you didn't say anything and instead continued driving to the duke house. tyler thought about what he could say without meeting his death but decided against anything.

"oh y/n/n, thank you so much for helping tyler," sharon thanked you, giving you a hug.

you hugged the older woman back, embracing her warmth. "of course mrs duke, anything for a friend," you forced the last bit out.

sharon wiggled her eyebrows at the two of you.

"okay mum, y/n and i are going to study," tyler excused the two of you.

not even give minutes later, tyler's mum came into his room with snacks and a question. "sweetie, you and your family are still coming over for thanksgiving right?"

you shrugged, in all honesty, your parents were out of town to celebrate thanksgiving with your sister and her boyfriend leaving you back at home because you had school.

"mum and dad went to see kayla," you answered, not really saying you were coming but also saying not saying you weren't.

sharon nodded. she was about to talk to ellen about making sure you come over seeing as your houses were next door to each other.

tyler knew his mother was going to make you come for lunch but he didn't want to ruin the fun so he stayed quiet, listening to you explain mitosis.

that's how you found yourself sat in between tyler and luke on thanksgiving surrounded by luke's teammates.

"so tyler and y/n/n, what's this i hear you guys are dating?" dylan asks.

you choke on your piece of turkey and luke spits his drink out as tyler tries to help you.

"where are you hearing this bullshit?" you asked.

dylan sealed his lips "i'm not revealing my secrets," he joked.

luke looked between you and tyler, the latter having his arm around your shoulder. the last time he spoke to you, you were cursing the ground tyler walked on. so saying luke was confused was a huge understatement.

"when did this happen?" luke asked, going into older brother mode.

although you were panicking a little as you and tyler never truly discussed the change in your relationship the younger duke brother had everything under control.

"lasy summer. when you guys went out one day, y/n/n and I headed out to get ice cream together. we decided that since it was our senior year we'd put a stop to the whole hating each other thing. after that I asked her out to the arcade," tyler answered.

you stared at him in awe.

'was the trip to the arcade really a date or did tyler make it up?' you thought to yourself

#the long game au #tyler duke imagine #nicohischierz writes

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rowdyhughesy · 2 years ago

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OMG can you write an imagine about the b1g hockey on ice video about Luke and maybe yn being in it and Ellen talking about their relationship (maybe they’ve been dating since they were 16 or something) and she’s gonna follow him to NJ

It was weird, sitting there with lights blinding your eyes and a camera zooming in on your face. Dozens of unknown people staring at you and asking questions about your boyfriend.

The same goofy, camera shy, loyal and loving boy you’ve loved since you were 15 and Luke 16.

Tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear you lick your lips and give a thumbs up to the producer who was waiting for an okey to start the interview.

“Tell us who Luke Hughes is in a non hockey perspective. The Luke you see and know.” The question brings a big smile to your face, cheeks warming up at the mere thought of your boyfriend.

“Luke is probably the best person I know. He doesn’t do things half assed, if he’s going to do something he gives it a thousand percent. He’s fearless in how he loves others and how he sees life as a whole. Nothing really shakes him ya know? Luke doesn’t worry about tomorrow or what happened yesterday because it doesn’t mean anything in the moment. It’s one of my favourite things about him. He helps me stay grounded at all times.

He’s so funny too, it’s something not a lot of people know but he really is. Since he is so private and not a fan of the camera -just like Quinn- people don’t see that side of him but I wished he showed that side more. Also he doesn’t let who his brothers are stop him from being his own person. He knows his family is well known but that does not define who he is or who he will be and he won’t let it. There are so many things I admire about him but that’s a big one. Luke just is a huge inspiration to me and everyone close to him. He never ceases to amaze us with who he’s growing up to be and I’m happy I get to be apart of it. There’s never a day I’m not proud of him.”

After your part of the video is done you sneak away, deciding to stand on the sidelines along with Dylan Duke as Ellen sits down on your previous seat. “You did good squish, you didn’t look like you were about to puke like I thought you would.” Duker grabs you in a headlock ruffling your hair with his knuckle. A strangled laugh rumbles out of you as you try to squirm your way out of the grip. “Shut up Dill Pickle, if anyone would look bad on camera it’s your dumb face.” Dylan sniggers at your response as he lets go of you. Throwing him a small glare you focus back on what Ellen is talking about.

“Luke met his girlfriend when he was 16, it was kind of a shock the day he came home and told me there was a girl. His cheeks all red and this cute little smile on his face. But then I met Y/N and I just knew she was perfect for him. Luke’s the toughest out of the three brothers but he is also the shyest. She brings him out of his shell a bit and I think he needs that. When they met Luke was so focused on hockey that he forgot everything else and with her help he remembered that hockey is a part of his life but not his whole life.

Me and Jim did our part in raising him to be a good person but Y/N is a part of that too. She’s showing him everyday what love is and I never thought he would meet the love of his life so young but I’m glad he did. It feels safe knowing that she’s going with him when he makes the move to Jersey. That even if me and Jim won’t be there at all times he still has her and Jack. Luke’s my baby and I’ll always worry about my kids so it is nice to know him and Jack will have each other and Y/N too. Even at eighteen and nineteen I know they are going to get married and I look forward to that day.”

As Ellen finishes her little spiel happy tears are flowing from your eyes. You knew Ellen saw you as the perfect match to her youngest but hearing her say those words made your heart feel as if it’s close to bursting with love.

Grabbing your phone you send a quick text to Luke, cheeks hurting from the smile on your face.

Y/N/N❤️‍🔥

I love you so much Lukey, you’re my person❤️

Luke🔐🤍

I love you too baby❤️ forever and a day.

Life is just starting for the two of you, but you know that the love that is you and Luke? It will last a lifetime and more.

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #umich hockey #umich blurbs #hockey blurb

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fandom-imagines-stories · 11 days ago

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Vacancy

Henry x Reader (Eat Locals)

Words: 3025

Summary: Henry’s affection for humans has always confused the other vampires in the region. When there is a vacancy among the eight, Vanessa brings forward his girlfriend in the hopes of turning her into one of them.

Notes: I’m obviously changing the story of the movie, but I thought this would be a fun experiment. I wanted to do something a little angstier with Henry, and this was so enjoyable. I hope you guys like it too. Happy Halloween!

You memorized the way the sun felt on your skin as it set. The warmth. The color it turned the sky. It was beautiful. But you’d already said your goodbyes to daylight.

You made your way back into the house, making sure the curtain on the door was closed. Up the stairs, you saw him pacing back and forth by the stairwell, running his hand through his hair and nervously fidgeting with his suit jacket. A smile teased your face.

“Perhaps we have time for you to de-stress before you have to leave.” You said, climbing the stairs with a suggestive smirk. You reached the top and put your hands on his chest, smoothing out his vest. It was the purple one- your favorite. Henry took your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly, but went no further.

“I’m afraid I haven’t the time, darling.” He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m expected in less than two hours and I prefer-”

“To be punctual, I know.” You sighed. “I just hate to see you agitated like this. Surely they can’t all be that bad.”

He chuckled. “No, I suppose not.” He exhaled deeply. “It’s just a painful process, filling a position. Finding a poor soul that’s willing. Turning them.”

“I’m sure everything will turn out exactly the way it’s meant to.” Your lips pressed into a thin smile, holding back a secret. He twisted a lock of your hair around his finger.

“I hope you’re right.” You could tell the smile he gave you was forced, but you knew that his troubles would be soothed soon enough. He finished packing his things and with a final kiss, went out into the night.

You waited for his car to vanish to pull out your cell phone.

“Is he gone?” Asked the voice on the other end.

You took a deep, hopeful breath.

“I’m ready.”

The place of the meeting was decided. A small cottage along the cliffside that had long since been abandoned by its owner. Most people in the nearby town thought it was haunted so they steered clear. It was perfect to assure them a peaceful and productive meeting. At least, that’s what Henry hoped for.

He, as usual, was the first to arrive. He walked along the cliffs, listening to the endless waves crashing beneath him. The ocean, like him, was eternal. It stretched on into the horizon, steady and sure. Henry looked up at the stars and thought of you. Somehow, in the vastness of his life, he found you. You. In all his years, he’d never felt more at home than he did in your embrace. But he knew his feelings were dangerous. He’d seen enough loss to know how this would turn out.

So he counted his blessings while he could.

His secret. That’s what you were to them. The thing they just couldn’t figure out. And he was keen to keep it that way.

Henry forced you to the back of his mind and went inside.

It was silent, save for the old boards creaking under his feet. It reminded him of one of those old books he’d read to you- you always liked scary stories around Halloween. The creepy house, the unexpecting victims. Only, Henry knew exactly what awaited him here.

The Duke was dead. One of his oldest friends, which, of course, was saying a lot. But that didn’t change the fact that he was gone. Killed by one of his own people in an attempt for his territory. It had ripped a rift in their group. Peter wanted to go to war. He didn’t even like The Duke. He just liked violence for the sake of violence.

Luckily, everyone listened to Henry and Vanessa. They would dispose of the traitors and then they would fill The Duke’s seat when it was finished. That was nearly two months ago. His assassins proved more crafty than they anticipated, but with the promise of The Duke’s territory, Peter was more than happy to take them out.

Now they just had to fill the vacancy.

Henry sat at the table and waited.

You were at the bus stop. You figured it was a better place to be picked up. If Henry stopped back at home, you didn’t want him to see her pulling up. It would ruin everything. But she was late and you were bloody freezing.

“Are you lost, lass?” A man asked behind you, making you jump. He leaned against the building in shadow, concealing everything but his perfectly tailored suit. “I don’t think there’s any running this time of night.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

He motioned to the sign over your head for the bus.

“Oh, no,” you laughed nervously, “my friend’s picking me up.”

“Odd place.” He stepped forward. He had sharp features, red hair, and eyes that felt like they’d freeze you in place. “It’s dangerous for a pretty woman to be out here in the dark, don’t you think?”

“Maybe I’m not as helpless as I look.” You tried to sound intimidating, but under his cold stare, you just sounded frightened.

He chuckled, tossing aside the glowing cigarette in his hand. “Maybe not.”

Gathering up your courage- and maybe a little stupidity- you held your head high and pushed your shoulders back.

“Listen, can I help you, or do you do this to every woman you come across on a dark platform?”

The man simply smiled.

Headlights pulled up beside you, attached to a black car with the window rolled down.

“Are you ready?” Vanessa asked.

You nodded, turning back to the man at the stop.

He was gone.

“Everything alright, love?” Vanessa turned down the music on her stereo. “Because, if you’re having second thoughts-”

“I’m not,” you said quickly. Holding your bag close to your chest, you found your feet unable to move. You just stood there, staring at her. “I’m not.”

Vanessa gave you a small smile. “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. Think of it as going home.”

The tension in you eased, but only a little. You gave her a short nod and forced yourself to move.

Vanessa turned the music back up.

The others trickled in as they usually did. Alice with her innocent look of the crocheting grandmother. Henry always found it ironic that she was probably the brutalist of them all. Well, maybe not Peter. Angel was next. Then Seba.

Seba was the newest of the group. He was voted in after a rather tense night of evading the British Army. Peter had originally opposed, but after the kid helped them escape, everyone agreed to enter him amongst their ranks.

Henry remembered that night with an ache in his unbeating heart. He remembered how he thought he’d never see you again and how you would never know what happened to him. He remembered being terrified of leaving you alone in this world. You didn’t have anyone else, just like him.

“How’s it going?” Sebastian asked, still giving his wary looks towards Alice and her knitting needles. Even after a year, he was still quite skittish about all of this.

Henry gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he said. “How have you been? Are you settling into your territory?”

Seba shrugged. “No complaints yet.”

“I find it’s harder for them to complain when they’re dead,” Alice said, not looking up from her knitting.

“If we could kill anyone who bitched and moaned about something, we wouldn’t be sticking to our quotas, now would we?” Angel teased.

Seba swallowed. Taking after Henry, he didn’t feed off of humans- well, unless they were freaky cannibals like the Thatchers. He didn’t have as many qualms to getting rid of them.

Peter arrived next with his usual air of frustrating arrogance.

“Vanessa’s on her way,” he said, taking his seat at the table. “Looks like she’s picked a pretty one.”

Henry turned away.

“So, what are the other orders of business we can make up before she gets here?” Seba asked, trying to lighten the clean tension between everyone.

“I thought you told him we take these meetings seriously,” Chen said. “We only meet every fifty years.”

“I know, I know.” Henry gave Sebastian an exasperated look. “Sebastian, please.” He held up his hands. “Sorry. Just thought you all seem so intense and all.”

“Immortality is intense,” Peter snarled.

Angel grinned. “So is feeling the blood drain out of your victim as they slowly stop shaking.”

Everyone slowly turned and looked at her.

“What?”

Alice patted her hand. “That’s nice, dear.”

Outside, the familiar rumbling of an engine signaled Vanessa’s arrival. Henry glanced around the room, at the two empty seats across from him. One for Vanessa and the other…

Damn the Council and their rules.

He ran a hand down his face and reminded himself that, in a few short hours, he’d be back home with you, wrapping your sleeping form in his arms until you woke for work.

Only, he didn’t have to wait that long.

“Sorry I’m late everyone,” Vanessa announced, her bright smile lighting up the room- at least for Henry. It was often he was able to see his friend. “But I had to pick up our new friend.”

If Henry’s heart could have stopped twice, it would have.

You stepped into the room.

Time stopped.

Time, that wretched, meaningless thing to him, suddenly meant everything. Everything around him froze and all he could see was that first time you smiled at him.

You avoided his eye, choosing instead to glance around the table. The man from the bus stop was there, grinning at you with the same predatory look as before, his eyes blazing more than his fiery hair. The others were all like Henry described them. Chen, Alice, Sebastian, Angel- they all watched you with a deep curiosity and even a little hunger.

“Hello,” you managed to greet, sounding weaker than you would have liked.

Henry stood up so quickly, that his chair fell over.

“No,” he said.

Everyone turned to him.

“Is that your vote already?” Angel asked.

“There isn’t going to be a vote.” His eyes finally met yours. They flared in the dark, circles of light that always seemed to stare right through you. “It isn’t her.”

“Henry, dear, let’s talk about this-” Vanessa said.

“You knew?” He snapped.

She clamped her mouth shut.

You stepped towards him. “Henry-”

“Don’t.” His voice turned into a growl, like that of a scared animal. “You need to leave, now.”

You had expected this. You knew he would fight it. But you also knew he didn’t have much of a choice.

Slowly, you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere, Henry.”

As you stared each other down, the rest of the group sat in awaiting silence.

Then, Peter started to laugh. It was a harsh sound. Cruel. He looked at the pain in Henry’s face and enjoyed it.

“Oh, what a sad, stupid sap you are, Henry,” he said. “So this is why you don’t feed on humans? Because you’re shagging one?”

“Very classy, Peter,” Vanessa scolded.

He ignored her. “I can’t say I blame you. She’s certainly got the stuff, even for a human.” His eyes raked over you tauntingly.

Henry’s fists clenched at his sides and he resisted the urge to leap across the table.

“Henry,” Angel said, “is that true?”

The panic was clear on his face, enough to answer her question.

“Oh dear,” Alice said.

“Damnit, Henry.” Angel shook her head.

“I thought you were the smart one,” Chen added.

“I say we start the vote then,” Peter laughed. “This is going to be fun.”

“Let me talk to her first,” Henry pleaded.

“Why, so you can convince her to run along home?” Peter shook his head. “I’d rather watch you squirm now.”

“Let him talk to her,” Vanessa said.

You shot her a look.

She laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Give him some time.”

Henry was across the room in seconds. He took hold of your arm and yanked you into the other room, slamming the door shut behind him.

You’d seen him angry before. When he found out about a vampire killing in his territory, when Peter tried to take more than he was allowed when the darkness of the world just wouldn’t end.

This wasn’t that. This was a silent, seething frustration. More than that, it was pure fear. The strongest person you knew and he was desperately afraid.

“Before you say anything,” you started, trying not to shrink under his hard stare, “I wanted to tell you.”

“That does very little to help your case, Y/N,” he said. His voice was too calm.

“I knew that you would stop me before I could even leave the house, so I went to Vanessa and-”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” He took a shaking breath. “Do you know what this means?”

You nodded slowly. “Either you vote to turn me…”

“Or they’ll kill you.” Henry pulled a chair in front of the door and sat down. His shoulders slumped forward, weighed down by a decision that was now his to make.

You had already made your choice.

“Henry,” you whispered gently, kneeling in front of him. “This is what I want.”

“How?” His voice cracked. “How can you be so willing to throw away your life? How can you be so willing to become a-”

You laid a hand on his cheek. “You are not a monster, Henry.”

He leaned into your touch in spite of himself.

“And a life with you is far from thrown away.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. He didn’t pull away, instead, his lips against yours were sure and sweet.

“Please don’t do this,” he said, forehead pressed against yours.

“Are you afraid you won’t feel the same way about me?”

That was your biggest fear in all of this. Not the bite, not the death or the blood. You were terrified he wouldn't love you when you weren’t human anymore.

Henry pulled away.

“How can you think that?” Henry wrapped his arms around you, cradling the back of your head in his hand. “Y/N, I will love you until the cliffs crumble to nothing. Until time itself runs out, and then after.” He kissed your forehead. “I promise you, it isn’t that.”

“Then what, Henry?” You asked. “I don’t have anyone to stay for. I don’t have a life outside of this. I only have you and Vanessa. The human world has rejected me. Maybe if I had more time…” You bit your lip to stop yourself.

He saw right through it. He always did.

“What do you mean?” Henry moved his hands to cup your face, his eyes searching yours. “What do you mean, if you had more time?”

“I’m sick, love.” It barely came out as a whisper, unable to admit it to yourself, let alone to him.

His heart broke right before your eyes.

“Why did you tell me?” He cried.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Blinking back tears, you gave him a small smile.

Henry laughed humorlessly. “So you do this instead?”

“I suppose it isn’t the soundest logic.”

A lightness returned between you and he wrapped you in an embrace, memorizing the feeling of your heartbeat pressed against his chest.

“Does this mean you accept?” You asked.

“I don’t accept any of this, darling,” he said sadly. “But I won’t stop you.” Pulling away again, all of the love and devotion in his gaze made your chest ache. “Are you sure you’re ready to spend forever with me?”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “More sure of anything in my life.”

He took a breath and stood, lifting you with him.

You opened the door.

The two of you returned to the table, you sitting in the empty chair between Henry and Vanessa.

Vanessa gave you an encouraging nod.

“The Council won’t like this,” Chen said.

“The Council won’t care,” Vanessa argued. “As long as there’s eight of us, they don’t need to know where the last one came from, or how much she knew before she turned.”

Peter clapped slowly, staring at you from across the table.

“So Henry gets to keep his little lover forever, hm?”

“Peter, dear, don’t be petty,” Vanessa said.

“Why should we vote for her?” He asked. “What couldn’t she possibly bring to us?”

“What reason do you have not to?” Angel asked. “Other than being a prick?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but Henry stopped him.

“Peter,” he begged, “please.”

Peter, in a moment of generosity so rare for him, stopped talking.

“Alright,” Vanessa said, standing. “I suppose that means we should vote.”

Henry took your hand.

“All those in favor of Y/N joining us?” She raised a hand.

Henry closed his eyes and raised his hand.

Sebastian followed, leaning over to you. “It’ll be nice to have someone newer than me. I say yay.”

Then Angel.

Then Alice.

Chen.

All eyes were on Peter.

The red-haired vampire glowered.

A beat.

Henry’s hold tightened.

“Fine,” Peter said. He raised his hand.

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. “All those opposed?”

The room remained still.

“Excellent.” She turned to you. “Welcome to the family, dear.” Vanessa glanced over at Henry. “I suppose you should do the honors, eh Henry?”

Peter laughed. “This ought to be good.”

“I’ll do it,” Henry said, almost defiantly.

He stood, gently urging you up with him. Henry took everything in one more time, from your warmth to the color in your cheeks. But you were right.

All you had was each other.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You smiled and pulled him in by his tie for one more kiss.

Angel whistled.

Henry parted from you but kept you as close as possible. He tilted your head to the side. He leaned in.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck.

You tangled your fingers in his hair. “I love you too, Henry. Forever.”

You closed your eyes as his teeth sunk in.

#henry eat locals #charlie cox #eat locals #charlie cox vampire #henry x reader #happy halloween

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 2 months ago

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There is so little Heather Duke x reader stuff it pains me

How about a reader who loves getting into fights and usually never needed a reason to start a fight, but Kurt or/and Ram found out about Duke's bulimia and started being assholes and the reader got into a huge fight with them for it

You can change it up but moral of the story is that the reader ends up fighting for Heather D. (If you get the reference I love you)

'Cause I Will Fight For You

|| Heather Duke x fem!reader

|| Warnings;, swearing, bulimia mention, eating disorder mention, reader getting into a fight with Kurt and Ram, short drabble

|| Summary; reader had quite the reputation around Westerburg. A worse fight starter than Kurt and Ram. And it doesn't help when she overhears said jocks talking bad about her girlfriend.

Requests open!

Started; september 25th

Finished; september 26th

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"Hey, dude. Did you hear?"

You were walking through the halls, passing Kurt and Ram. The most annoying, classic jocks you'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. You were a little curious about what Kurt was talking about, so you slowed your walk just slightly to catch a glimpse of their conversation. Wondering if it was anything you could take back to Heather Duke; your girlfriend. Who very much liked rumours and gossip.

"Nah bro, what?" Ram asked, the way they spoke made you roll your eyes. God it was like they'd never listened to the English teacher a day in their life.

"Heather Duke has some wicked eating dis-" Before the words were even out of his mouth, you had thrown your fist at him. Not even giving him the opportunity to make fun of your girlfriend for struggling with bulimia. It was something the two of you were working on.

But you weren't about to listen to someone bad mouth her. You were known for never needing a reason to start a fight, you got into them all the time. Nearly daily, but you were good at avoiding getting caught too. Normally you weren't so careless like how you were right now. Besides, now you actually had a reason to fight. And you got to fight Kurt, which was really an added bonus in your eyes.

"Leave her alone, you ass!" You shouted, standing your ground as he aimed a punch right back at you. You dodged it, but didn't quite escape Ram who had slammed you into the lockers.

"And you leave him alone, you psycho! God, Y/N." Ram looked at you with disgust.

Next thing you knew it you were in an all out brawl with both jocks, putting up a damn good fight. And crowd.

"Holy shit! Fight, fight, fight!" You'd heard a few kids chanting but ignored them, focusing on pinning Kurt to the ground.

Until one voice caught your attention.

"What the fuck?" Heather Duke.

Everyone stopped and starred at her.

"Y/N. Here." She pointed to the ground just as Kurt threw a petty punch at you.

You had been focused on Duke, so his punch hit you in the cheek. Causing you to sputter in surprise.

Heather rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for you to listen. She was used to this by now with the amount of fights you got into; she almost always had to lecture you afterwards. Which was really a cover up for her worry.

You managed to get away from Kurt and walked over to Heather, standing just behind her.

"What are you all staring at?" She snapped and people quickly scrambled out of there, including Kurt and Ram. Who had run into each other when they tried to run away.

Heather looked at you and sighed," Y/N.."

"Look, I know. I've heard your lectures," You winced, feeling the ache in your cheek from Kurt's punch." But I actually had a reason this time-"

"What reason could you possibly have?" She raised an eyebrow at you and you sighed.

"They were making fun of you, or trying. I punched Kurt before he could finish whatever he was going to say." You murmured, catching Heather's attention.

Her eyes narrowed, but not directed at you. "Just let me handle them next time, okay? Stop getting into fights. As hot as it is, I don't need the reputation of dating someone who got expelled. Got it?" She turned it around to be about her, because she wasn't going to let you know she actually cared about you. That would be showing weakness.

"Yeah, I got it... sorry Heather." You mumbled back and she kissed you.

"Good. Now come on. Heather's waiting."

#x reader #fanfic #canon x reader #fem reader #wlw fiction #heathers x reader #heathers musical #heathers #heathers movie #heather duke #heather duke x reader #heather dule x fem!reader #heather x reader #green heather

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thenugking · 9 months ago

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💕💛📿 for your tavs!!

💕 Did your Tav romance anyone? What did their lives together look like after the end of the game?

Val: Horrible little Astarion romancer <3 Post-game things are a little rough for a while, because they’re both selfish people navigating the first romantic relationship either of them have been in (at least since Astarion became a vampire, idk if he was in any before that) and they’re both learning how to, like, actually care about another person. (Luckily they have a strong support network in the rest of their companions, and their families, and slowly start working through all their issues.)

I think they end up spending half their time living in the Underdark (where they’ve been trying to set up some kind of society for the vampire spawn, and Val finally meets their father and his family) and around Baldur’s Gate, where they’re closer to most of their companions and the rest of their families. (I’m determined that Astarion gets to reconnect with his biological family after the events of the game.)

Eiryn: She romanced Karlach, and had a wonderful time with her, and then at the end of the game Karlach died. Eiryn mourns for a long time, but I like to think she eventually moves on and finds a new girlfriend, while never forgetting Karlach.

Lee: Wyll romance! Before Moonrise Towers, Lee and Astarion are fuckbuddies who keep getting distracted from actually having sex to go “Okay but did you see how hot Wyll looked today though. Wyll’s so perfect <3” Lee eventually convinces Wyll he’s able to be a romantic while having two partners, and if he and Astarion are happy with each other then so are they.

Immediately post-game, Lee and Wyll want to go to Avernus with Karlach, and bring Astarion along to No Sun Land. I think the four of them have several more adventures in both Avernus and Faerun before eventually settling down together in Baldur’s Gate (once Karlach has a working heart and, if they’re very luckily, once Astarion is unvampired). Wyll might eventually end up becoming Grand Duke, but I’m not sold on that. I think he and Lee adopt kids at some point (whether Astarion is also part of that, I’m unsure).

💛 Which of your non-romanced companions did your Tav stay closest to after the end of the game? Which companions drifted apart?

(Just doing the main six companions here, since I decided to answer for all three of my guys.)

Val: Besties with Shadowheart forever. She’s one of the main reasons they don’t want to spend all their time in the Underdark, but even when they’re down there, the two of them are writing to each other constantly.

They didn’t do enough to discourage Gale from being a god, so he starts drifting away from Val and the rest of the group. Things are Tense during the epilogue party and only get worse. Until, I think, a year or so on, when the gang Gets Back Together to go and stop Gale’s latest Dickhead God Bullshit, and redeem him with the power of love and “you’ve always been enough for us, idiot”. After that… these guys are Val’s family, and they’re never drifting away from them again.

Eiryn: Eiryn kind of drifted from everyone after Karlach’s death. She wanted to be alone for a while, and had a big fight with Wyll in the aftermath. (He was the only member of the party who could cast Darkness, so I figured he’d be busy stopping Astarion from dying and therefore… end up missing Karlach’s death. He’s distraught over it, and feels Eiryn should’ve done more to encourage Karlach to go back to Avernus, and they both say some unpleasant things to each other in their grief. They eventually apologise and make up during the epilogue party.)

She ultimately remains closest with Gale, and I think moves in somewhere around Waterdeep, having never been particularly happy around Baldur’s Gate. But she travels a lot, and makes sure to see all her friends at least semi-regularly.

Lee: Obviously very close to Astarion and Karlach, and wants them to always be a big part of her life. Outside the Wyll/Astarion/Karlach group who she’s living with, she keeps in closest touch with Gale, but makes sure not to lose touch with any of the party.

📿 Are there any specific items that your Tav kept as heirlooms, or were otherwise significant to them for sentimental reasons? Did they give any of them as gifts to their companions?

Val: Val quite likes collecting gemstones and books, but for sentimental items, they buy up every unique item Mattis sells, and hangs onto it despite their shitty 8 Strength Inventory Capacity. They love their tiefling son and wear his Ring of Being Really Invisible all game. I think they gave Shadowheart the ring of ant resistance too. It’s Important.

Eiryn: Eiryn doesn’t generally care about physical items all that much. I do think she adopts Clive after Karlach’s death though.

Lee: Unlike Eiryn, Lee fucking Loves physical items and is going to get as many as they possibly can. At the start of the game, they’re waking up covered in blood with no memory of anything and a weird desire to cut everyone they meet up into little pieces, but one of the biggest problems is that they’re pretty sure they used to have a bone collection, and now it’s completely gone, and they’re gonna have to start collecting every bone they find to build it back up. (They eventually decide they like it far more than the original bone collection, which they think they might have got in even more unethical circumstances than their current graverobbing.)

Lee also, however, notices their companions are all missing their bone collections, and are denying ever experiencing the joys of having one. They gift each of their companions a skull; it’s a good bone to start with if they ever do want to make their own collections, and if not, Lee still likes to give them as tokens of affection.

They also like giving Wyll all the best jewellery and any pretty shells that they find.

#lee returns to the temple of bhaal and orin is like 'fuck you i threw out your bone collection'#lee: i don't need those bones anymore <3 the real bone collection was the friends I made along the way <3 #companions: [CONCERN]#findingtarshish #thank u!#asks post #baldur's gate 3 #val rosebrook #marsh ocs #eiryn dale #Lee Ravengard Cliffgate Ancunin Dekarios Hallowleaf K'liir

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rosesradio · 1 year ago

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hi i saw ur taking drabble requests, this is a bit vague but maybe a really fluffy portbowell drabble please? idk maybe something like telling each other jokes but i don’t mind if you do ur own thing with this one!

hii !! <3 hope you don't mind this is a longer drabble, it's a bit of a think piece on ej's character & leans more into the caswen/queer aspect of portbowell (my longer fic i'm working on has povs with each character & all, but there's only so much you can do with a drabble lol)

warnings: talk of ej's relationship with his dad, discussion of being in the closet, i think like one sex joke/reference but other than that it's pretty pg

word count: 1.1k

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"You will never be truly happy if you keep this whole 'rebellion' act up. If you would just…follow the path I laid out, success would come as easy as breathing, EJ."

EJ could remember, clear as crystal, the words his father had spoke when he'd told him he wasn't going to Duke. For the first time, it wasn't a fight--not a noticeable one, anyway. It was something underhanded, the guilt-tripping. But EJ stood his ground, time and time again. The so-called "self-help" books EJ had received in the mail at camp (that were really just "how to manipulate your minimum-wage employees and make millions")? Return to sender. The letters threatening to send him to the Caswell Success School? Those made a good fuel to the camp fire.

Of course, it was easy to defy his father from the safety of halfway across the country. When he got back, however, and was cut off…that was a little harder to deal with than some hate mail. Luckily, Ashlyn's parents were quick to take him in. The timing was almost perfect--he'd helped Gina move her stuff out to live at her mom's, and she helped him move his stuff in.

A lot of this whole change wouldn't be possible without Gina and Ricky. Ricky was…something new. Over the course of camp, they'd spent a lot of time together; they had water balloon fights, worked together to scare the others on initiation night, roasted s'mores together. EJ never thought he'd ever have feelings for a guy the way he did then, especially not with Ricky, especially not while he had a girlfriend. After a long talk with Gina, EJ found out Gina and Ricky liked each other, too. So, they all three started dating. Their friends were skeptical at first, but it didn't take long for them to be supportive.

It had all been working out really, really well, and EJ couldn't help but be surprised. He thought it was too good to be true, that it'd all fall apart. Instead, they had a lot of fun together watching movies (EJ loved old slasher movies, Ricky was okay with them, and Gina did not like them at all, so picking out movies wasn't always easy), they went out to picnics and tried out different craft tutorials on YouTube. When they did have issues, they talked through them and tried to work out solutions. It was…really nice compared to how some of his old relationships had fallen apart.

Today, however, was their first pride festival together. They were late meeting up and missed the parade, but they were still able to go around to the booths. It was, unfortunately, scorching outside; EJ had no idea how all these couples were holding hands, but he couldn't imagine it was fun, so he was glad Gina and Ricky had silently agreed not to hold hands.

"Oh, what's this?" Ricky stopped at a booth handing out little pride flags, grabbing a bi one for himself and one for Gina--she'd told them during one of their long talks that she had a small crush on Nini at one point, which wasn't surprising, considering most of their theatre group did at one point or another. Ricky grabbed a third for EJ, but hesitated--while EJ was out to their friends, it was still weird and awkward. Once, Carlos asked when he knew he liked Ricky, and EJ blushed so much he almost started sweating and had to leave the room.

EJ wasn't out to anyone else, though, like his aunt and uncle. They'd accepted Ashlyn (where had she gone? She had to be here with Maddox and Big Red somewhere…), but he just wasn't ready. Ricky had only joined the relationship two weeks ago, and EJ didn't want all that attention.

"Sorry," EJ said with a sigh, impulsively glancing around, as if on the lookout for anyone he wouldn't want to see--even though his dad was in St Louis, and his aunt and uncle were out with their book club.

"It's okay, Eej," Gina insisted, going on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for being here with us."

"Yeah, it's fine," Ricky said. "I guess I'll just have to make it up to you with some ice cream."

"You don't have to do that," EJ replied. "I mean…" he looked around. So many people…gay couples holding hands, supportive parents wearing "free mom hugs" and "free dad hugs" shirts, gender non-conforming people, a group of guys in leather harnesses (which, if EJ thought too much into, he'd definitely discover something about himself, holy hell). And everyone here seemed genuinely happy, even the ones waiting to buy a five-dollar lemonade. Even the ones that could be in the closet, not holding any pride flag. There were so many people…he was safe.

"Hey, Ricky?" EJ asked, finally looking back at him. He couldn't help but smile--Ricky was wearing this weirdly cute tank top that said "pride month" until the letters faded into the rainbow phrase "demon". He also had on a rainbow beaded necklace--they'd all made those together while watching Bridgerton (Gina had introduced it to him and Ricky; they had mistakenly called it a "girl's show", but were thoroughly invested five minutes in). All in all, he really liked Ricky. And he liked liking him.

"Yeah?" Ricky replied, smiling right back at him.

EJ then pulled Ricky close, pressing his lips to his in a kiss that lasts only a few seconds, Ricky's hands resting habitually on EJ's biceps (because of course). He then pulled away to see Gina, who appeared happy but confused, as if EJ had just tried to explain the rules of water polo or the lore behind a certain slasher movie franchise.

"What does this mean?" She asked, reaching a hand out to squeeze his for a moment--it was still too hot out for it, but worth it.

"Nothing," EJ shrugged. "Just wanted a kiss, and I figured that was okay here. It's…a start. And I could put the flag in my room, maybe…?"

"Do whatever you're ready for," Gina said. "You know that we're here for you, but…this is really exciting, Eej!" She threw her arms up around him and hugged him, to which he laughed and hugged her back. It was unbelievable to think that they thought of him this way--like he was so cool and brave. If anyone was cool or brave, it was them--they showed him every day that everything would be alright, and things were getting better.

Sure, he wouldn't be the most successful CEO by age twenty-five like his father wanted, but he was happy. Truthfully, seeing how happy his two best friends--his boyfriend and girlfriend--were, he couldn't imagine being any happier.

#hope you liked this ! i haven't posted a drabble--especially a request in my inbox--in a while <33 #my inbox is always open :-)#portbowell #ricky bowen #ej caswell #gina porter #hsmtmts #rose’s asks

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katefiction · 1 year ago

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Those eyes (Prologue - Chapter 3) by @a-lifelessface [English]

Thank you so much to @clmarelich0824 for the translation!

Prologue

Everyone around William makes an immense pressure for him to find a woman and get married. He needs to build a family, have heirs. Parliament panics just imagining a King without a Queen. William is the first in the line of succession to the throne for 20 years, has had dozens of girlfriends, but has never assumed any publicly or been close to proposing something more serious. William's problem is not because he is too selective or did not find the women good enough for him, it turns out that William wants to get married for love. He wants to marry someone who truly loves him and whom he loves back, not only because he is a prince and future king of England, but because he is only him: William Wales.

The first rays of London spring sun appear through the heavy curtain of the luxurious room of the future king of England making him wake up once again alone. It's always been like that.

This morning I have an appointment at the National Gallery in London, we will inaugurate a new exhibition in honor of my grandfather, His Royal Highness, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. My grandfather loved art and I loved my grandfather, I was very excited to get to know this new space in his honor.

The days when I go out to make official appointments are always very hectic, I always kept calm and took everything lightly and in a good mood, but today for some reason I felt totally different, I was anxious, my heart was restless and I had no idea why.

Getting out of the car, I fix my tie and close the button of my perfectly aligned blue suit, I wave to some people there on the street who shouted my name non-stop.

Walking through the Museum, I began to contemplate that place, each work had its particular value, some were historical, others of cultural, artistic and even sentimental value. Sentimental? That's how I felt this morning.

I had never fallen in love before and I always wanted it to happen. I always wanted to feel the emotion of the unknown, the expectation and all the nuances of love.

And then I saw her.

She was standing, holding some folders and was totally oblivious to my presence.

My heart stopped, my breath failed and she hadn't even looked in my direction yet.

I, who always waited for that moment, now had no idea what to do.

“Hello everyone!” he said drawing the attention of the seven people who were in the room. I was nervous and couldn't stop looking at her.

Upon hearing my greeting, she raised her face and looked towards me, her mouth opened in a discreet smile, her green eyes shone when she saw me.

She was beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

I was paralyzed, my mind couldn't formulate sentences and I couldn't even remember what I went to do in that place.

“Sir? William, are you okay?” I heard my secretary calling me.

Who is this brunette? How did she manage to do this to me? I need to act immediately, before anyone realizes what just happened.

“Yes, I'm fine. Let's go! Before the inauguration, I want to meet all of you.” I swallowed it dry and started talking non-stop, moving my arms like a pathetic teenager. God, I was lost.

Rob looked at me confused, finding it strange (rightly) my sudden change in behavior. Then we entered the room and he introduced me one by one of those present, until it was her turn.

“Sir, this is Catherine Middleton, she is the Art History teacher and employee here at the Museum.” Rob spoke formally.

“Hello, Catherine! What a pleasure to meet you.” I said smiling and extending his hand to greet her.

“Hello, sir.” She smiled back, taking my hand.

I could feel the sweet touch of her cold fingers on my warm skin. The contrast was evident and it was a wonderful feeling.

“Wow, what cold hands you have.” I commented making your bright eyes widen.

“They say that those who have cold hands are because they have a warm heart.” Catherine said letting go of my hand.

She looked at me so intensely and I couldn't stop smiling.

I'm not sure how long that commitment would last, but I'm sure of one thing: My life turned into the minute I laid my eyes on her.

Chapter 1

“Chances are poetically more charming if you feel the connection only with an exchange of glances.”

“Have you been working here for a long time, Catherine?” I said cordially.

“I've been working here since I graduated four years ago”

“That's amazing! And have you always liked art?” I took a risk. I was delighted and really wanted to know everything about her, but during work and in front of other people it would be totally inappropriate for me to ask so many personal questions.

“Yes, it has always been one of the things I've always liked.” she said at the same time as she put the folders on the table and removed a sheet of paper from inside one of them. “Here, Your Highness! This will be the schedule of visits to the exhibition Prince Philip: A Celebration. I loved your grandfather and it was an honor for me to organize the whole exhibition. The painting he painted of Queen Elizabeth is simply charming.” she extended the sheet to me, giving me the chance to come one more step closer towards her. I took the leaf, daring to touch your hand once again, even if for seconds pretending to be an accidental act.

“My grandfather was an exceptional person. I can't wait to see the space.” I took my eyes off the paper, to look into her eyes and she looked at me so intensely that I even wondered if she looked at other people like that, I hoped not. My grandmother was very lucky.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get to know it, then.” She said taking us out of that trance. “John? You're the one who's going to introduce the prince.” the room was silent, and everyone looked in my direction, except for her who was now looking at John.

I quickly got out of my state of stupor, I looked at my secretary who was now already pointing to the door, he was with John by his side. I turned my gaze again to the brunette and said:

“But aren't you going to present? “I just let go and immediately felt my cheeks warm up. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

“No, my work is more internal, who presents things here is John. He is the guide.” she answered and I could see in her eyes how confused she was with my question.

“Ah, I get it. Even if you're not going to present, that doesn't stop you from following us, does it? I make a point of having your presence... It's... The presence of everyone here.” he said pulling his tie.

“Okay, I'll be there.” she said smiling, but for some reason I saw a certain sadness in her eyes. Something wasn't right there.

I shook my head trying to organize my thoughts and decided to forget all this, I needed to focus on my work now. I was there for my grandfather.

Leaving that office, John was chattering about other works of the Museum and I had to pretend to be interested. We arrived at the hall where the exhibition was organized for my grandfather. Several people were present for the inauguration, everyone's attention was focused on me when I entered the salon. John stepped forward, climbed on the small stage and with an extremely annoying sympathy began to speak.

“Good morning everyone. I want to welcome His Royal Highness, The Prince of Wales, it is a great pleasure to have you here this morning.” John pointed to my direction and I reciprocate with a nod and gentle smile. “This spring, the National Gallery will present a special exhibition to celebrate the remarkable life and legacy of his Royal Highness, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. The themes explored in Prince Philip: A Celebration include the beginning of the prince's life and naval career, his role as a consort and his support for the sovereign at home and abroad. The exhibitions will also focus on the sponsorships and comprehensive associations of His Royal Highness, including sport, science and industry, conservation and environment, art and collecting, and encouraging younger generations. Finally, I would like to call here ahead, the Prince of Wales.” Everyone clapped their hands for John's little speech and I found myself thinking that if it was her talking, everything would be more interesting, even my grandfather would agree with me. Walking to John, I greeted him and got closer to the microphone.

“My grandfather was an extraordinary man, a man with a lot of honor, service and an excellent sense of humor. I feel lucky that I have not only your example to guide me, but also his lasting presence in my life. His life was an example of dedication to the country, the crown and my grandmother. Today we are here to contemplate his legacy and it is a real honor for me to be part of it. Thank you!” Everyone applauded.

“In addition to the charm, I wish I had inherited the gift of painting, but it definitely didn't work out.” I couldn't finish without making a joke. Everyone laughed.

During my speech I looked at the small crowd in that hall and couldn't find it. I went towards the tape and cut it, flashes and clapping filled the place.

After a few minutes I was already talking to some people until Rob tells me that we are going to take pictures with the Museum staff. In front of my grandfather's painting and the painting made by him very well placed in a place of honor, everyone was already waiting for me, including her. I noticed that she was at the end of the last row, next to her was John whispering something in her ear. I hurried to get to your side, but I was prevented by Newton, the general manager of the Museum who asked me to stay in the middle of everyone in the last row. I passed by her and John, with great regret.

I positioned myself in the place assigned to me and everyone smiled at the photo. The inauguration was a success.

It was time to leave, I was looking for her in the salon and the woman just disappeared, I said goodbye to everyone with a smile on my face. I wanted to say goodbye to Catherine, I wanted to at least talk to her once again, but I couldn't go out looking for her through the Museum, the place was huge and I definitely couldn't ask for her, it would be reckless and too risky. After all, what did that mean? I just met this woman, I know absolutely nothing about her, why the hell am I so obsessed? No, I'm not like that. I needed to get out of there immediately.

On the way back, with Rob next to me, we got into the car, as soon as we left in front of the building Rob started laughing.

“What is it? What happened?” I questioned.

“You” said Rob in the midst of laughter “, you wouldn't stop looking at the brunette girl with green eyes. What's her name again?”

“Catherine, her name is Catherine.” I answered

“A-ha! I remembered her name, I just wanted to know if you confirmed that you kept an eye on her.”

“Rob, don't be ridiculous! I remember the names of all the people you introduced me to today. Another thing... It would be impossible not to remember a beautiful woman.”

Rob raised his arms as a sign of surrender and said ironically: “If you're saying, who am I to disagree.”

“That's why I don't tell you things, you're unbearable.”

“Oh, come on! Were you interested? I can get her contact.

“Well, please. I'm not 12 years old. I don't want you to do anything for me.” He simply said. I was already getting nervous about all that questioning. Although it was a good idea to get her contact, I didn't want it to be that way.

“Calm down, William. I was just kidding. I'm not going to invade the girl's privacy.” Rob looked at me a little worried.

“I'm sorry Rob, this morning was too hectic. Forget the girl, it was no big deal.” He said trying to calm him down.

My own voice echoed in my mind "Forget the girl, it was no big deal." How could I forget? Did I want to forget? The feeling and the shiver I felt when I looked at her for the first time. Her hair falling like waterfalls on her back, her face concentrated, and when she looked at me, I even lost my breath. God, I've never felt that before. What about the cold touch of your hands? I wanted more of that. What is that? Passion? I can only be a fool for falling in love with someone I don't know.

“William? William? Hello, land calling William!” Rob put his hands in front of me, taking me out of the daydream.

“What is it now?!” I exclaimed.

“My God, what a bad mood! I’m calling you to find out if you really want to stay at KP or are you going somewhere else?” He said in a provocative tone.

“I'll stay at KP.” I shook my head with the intention of stopping thinking. I can't allow myself to be distracted like that, let alone take it out on Rob. He has been so loyal to me, I can't be ungrateful that way. So I decided to change the subject, to distract my mind until I got home soon.”Rob, what are the commitments of the week?”

“Ah, you have five…” He began to detail everything and I was making mental notes during the rest of the course.

Now sitting in my office I couldn't think of anything other than those beautiful blue eyes. When I heard your voice today at the Museum, a million feelings came back to the fore like a hurricane in my chest, and I had no idea what to do. The way he spoke to me made me confused, does he talk to everyone like that? I can't dare to deceive myself with this, he was just being nice for God's sake.

I still can't believe it had to be John who presented the exhibition to him, I worked for three long months to make everything perfect and he simply stole my work because he didn't accept our breakup. I can't stand his blackmail anymore, I need to find a way to...

“Kate, you have everything! The prince wouldn't take his eyes off you!” August said, calling my attention.

“Oh, don't even tell me! For a moment I thought he would take you home, oops! Not a house, a palace.” John said with disdain.

“Well, don't be ridiculous! He was just being nice. He spoke to everyone in the same way.” I spoke firmly.

“Kate, he said his hands are cold, I never imagined he would make a comment like that.” August laughed, making me laugh too. “And you replied that you have a warm heart, I had to hold back so as not to laugh.”

“I got nervous! I couldn't even think of answering it.” My cheeks burned with shame, remembering what I said.

“You loved the attention he gave to you! Gold Digger” John shouted, making the room in complete silence.

“John!” August scolded him. And I made a signal for August to stop and turned in front of John.

“What's your problem? I was being nice, like everyone else here. What did you want? That I was rude to him? I'm not like you, you were wanting to get his attention, that's why you stole my presentation!” I spit out the words. Everyone in the office watched the little show.

“I am the guide! You said that to him yourself.” John shot me with his eyes.

“You know very well that this is not quite how things work! I worked so hard to fix everything and you wanted to present it just because it was for a member of royalty. You disturbed me so much that I ended up giving in, and now you come to accuse me of something that is not true? Spare me, John. I'm tired of you.” My eyes filled with tears, my body trembled with hatred. I didn't want to cry in front of anyone, so I took my bag and left the office, I was sick of that conversation.

I heard August calling me, he seemed worried about me, but I ran through the halls of the Museum without looking back.

The night came, everything was very calm at that time, but in two different places, two hearts pulsed in the same tune, connected through thoughts.

William, in his bed. Catherine, in hers.

Both hoping that sleep would come and could plunge into dreams, in the hope that they would come true and calm this whirlwind of sensations.

The little meeting today touched on a feeling that has been forgotten for years in Catherine's chest, unlike William who experienced it for the first time. Will chance smile at them? Only time will tell.

Chapter 2

“Being observant most of the time is a gift.”

After the visit to the Museum, the rest of William's week was full of work, he made four other appointments and was on his way to the last one of this week.

In addition to being extremely kind and charismatic, William was very committed to his royal duties and the British adored him for it.

With his dark jeans, cap and vest from the Big Issue sellers, Prince William went to spend the morning in the city of Westminster, walking along Rochester Row selling magazines to help the homeless.

The blue sky and the spring air made everything poetically more pleasant, the morning although hectic was being great for William, who approached the people who walked down the street at that time.

“Prince William?” said a lady carrying a small bag of fruit.

“Yes?” he replied, with a nice smile.

“I can't believe it! Are you sure it's you?

“Of course I'm sure it's me.” said the prince.

“I remember when you were born!” said the enchanted lady

“Ah, it was a really remarkable day.” he said mockingly. William reached out to greet her.

“You're just like your mother. What are you doing here?” he asked, while holding the prince's hand.

“We are selling magazines. Look, my colleagues there...” said pointing to other people in red vests “are people in a less favored situation, everyone is working honestly thanks to Big Issue, which offers this opportunity.”

“Oh, that's amazing!

“The mission is to dismantle poverty by creating opportunities, through self-help, social commerce and business solutions. Each seller is a microentrepreneur who is working, not begging, it is vitally important that buyers take their copy. So, are you going to buy one or two magazines?”William spoke with a smile on his face.

“For me I would buy all the magazines if you were to have tea with me.” you joked. William laughed.

“It would be an honor for me to have tea with you, but at the moment, I'm working. Not to mention that...” he held the smiling lady's shoulder and leaned closer to her. “I was forbidden to flirt during work

“It will be our little secret!” she said happily. “I'll take two magazines.”

“You are a charming woman.” said William handing the magazines in her hand.

“Thank you very much!” answered the older one with tears in her eyes.

Noticing the commotion of that lady, William asked for permission and hooked her arm on his.

”Are you going to cross the street?”

“Yes, I live around that corner.” she replied, pointing with her head.

“I noticed that more people are passing by that side and as I'm working and I can't accept your invitation to tea, at least I can accompany you to cross the street.” he said as they started walking.

“You are wonderful. A pride for our country. Lucky for the woman who marries you, young man. I hope you find it soon.” William politely listened to her words, and when he arrived on the other side of the street he looks back and sees that beautiful brunette with green eyes, walking on the side opposite his. William loses his breath.

The brunette notices that he saw him and then looks away.

William turns his attention to the lady next to him.

“Thank you for your help and great company!” your voice comes out a little flawed. Say goodbye to the nice lady with a hug. He looks back in the direction of the woman he saw seconds ago and can't find it.

In a somewhat curious attitude, he searches in all directions without success. How could she have disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"My God, it's not possible. I wonder if I was imagining it?" He wondered in his head.

Five days had passed since the meeting at the Museum and as much as William was busy with the commitments of the week, every night before bed she surrounded her thoughts, no matter how much William tried in every way to keep her away, her image returned like a magnet in her head. Catherine raising her face and looking at him, a small smile forming on her lips. It was so nice to look at. William wanted more of that, but how?

After Prince William's visit to the Museum, Catherine's week was full of work, as always. In addition to working at the National Gallery, Catherine teaches twice a week at Richmond The American International University. Everything in Catherine's life happened very quickly and she was always very grateful for all the opportunities that life gave her.

Everything was fine, except for the restlessness in his chest since the meeting with a certain prince, it was only a few minutes of conversation, but this caused him a whirlwind of thoughts. That beautiful pair of blue eyes did not leave his head, the way he smiled looking directly into his eyes. Catherine wanted more of that, but how? She found him completely inaccessible, not to mention that in her head he would never be interested in a mere teacher.

Catherine was walking towards the Shepherds Bookbinders store and then went to the University where she was teaching that day.

Around the corner she saw him talking to a lady. Was it him? It could only be him. Even wearing a red cap and vest, she would recognize him. She was good at it.

Catherine kept walking towards him, observing how penetrated he was in the conversation. She looked at him in admiration and when he was almost getting close, he hooked the lady's arm on his and helped her cross the street. Catherine lamented but found that gesture adorable. She couldn't stop staring at it, it was a necessity. And out of nowhere, he sees her.

Catherine loses her breath with the weight of her gaze. Because she gets nervous about that connection, she looks away, breaking her eye contact. When he turns his attention to you, Catherine runs into the store.

“Good morning! How can I help you?” said the saleswoman

“Oh, hi. Good morning!” Catherine responds a little panting with her hands on her chest. “Yeah, I... I came to pick up an album that I had bound. My name is Catherine.”

“Oh, right. I'll check if it's already ready.” She said while moving the computer. “Did you see who is here on the street today?

“Here on the street? Who?” Catherine looked out the window.

“Prince William” the young saleswoman continued smiling. “He is even more handsome in person.”

“Oh yeah? I didn't see him.” She replied trying to sound indifferent. “What is he doing here? Usually when he is somewhere there is always a police force.”

“He's selling magazines with the Big Issue people. My friend said he came by surprise, nothing was announced.

“That's cool.” Catherine kept looking out the window, trying to see him.

“Your album is ready. Just a moment I'll get it for you.” said the saleswoman going towards the door at the back of the store. Catherine nodded.

When the saleswoman left, Catherine went to the door of the store and watched him from afar. William was on the opposite corner of the store and looked in all directions. She watched him.

“He's tall, right?” Catherine jumped when she heard the saleswoman's voice.

“My God, what a scare!” He Exclaimed. “I didn't hear you arrive.

“Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Here's your product.” The young woman stretched a small box towards Catherine

“Ah, thank you very much!” She smiled.

“I thank you.” The saleswoman spoke with a nice smile

��Have a good day!” She said goodbye leaving the store and going in the opposite direction of William.

The National Gallery

After spending the rest of the morning and early afternoon teaching, Catherine went to the National Gallery.

It was after half past eight in the evening when John entered the room where Catherine was cataloging some works.

“Hi, beautiful. Go home, we're almost closing.” he spoke sweetly, while leaning on the counter very close to Catherine.

“Oh, hi. What time is it?” she continued to catalog without looking at him.

“8:35PM. You need to rest, Kate. I can take you away and then I'll make you relax. What do you think?” John used his softer tone and dared to caress Kate's shoulders, who retreated a little.

“John, we are no longer together, you can't come in here and act as if nothing had happened.” Her tone was firm.

“Kate, I'll never get tired of saying that I'm sorry for everything I've done. You have to give me one more chance. I can make you happy. We're great together.” he whispered, taking his hand.

“No, John. All we did was hurt each other.” His voice sounded tired.

“Do you like another Kate? Be honest with me. I don't want to lose you. I know I made a mistake, I said a lot of shit, I did a lot of shit. You don't deserve this, but angel, I can improve.” John begged. Catherine now looked him straight in the eye.

“John, I like you, but not the same way you say you like me. The time we spent together made this more than clear to me. And when we finished, you started harming my work here.” Catherine let out a heavy breath. “You know how hard I tried to gain my space in this place, you more than anyone should be by my side, not against me.”

“Kate, I'm sorry. I don't know why I acted like this before, I can talk to Newton about it, and in the...”

“I don't want you to talk to Newton about anything.” Catherine cut him off.

“All right, I don't speak, but please excuse me Kate, I was jealous. You're too bright, I couldn't stand the way the prince looked at you.” John murmured, shaking her hands even more. Catherine looked at him shocked.

“If you don't like my shine, you shouldn't want to be with me. I'm not going to diminish myself to fit into anyone's world. And you know I don't have any contact with the prince. That's ridiculous.” he said moving away from John.

“Kate, please! We can make it work.” John was looking for her hands again.

“No, John. There are no more opportunities . We will only be co-workers, everything that happened was a mistake. “. Catherine said.

“Mistake?! That's not what you told me when you were in my bed.” John spat out the words with disdain. Catherine was breathing with difficulty.

“How dare you?! John, how dare you say that?! And you still want me to come back with you!” Catherine laughed in disgust. “ You suck! Get out of my way!” Catherine screamed. “Get out!”

“Oh Kate, no! That's not how I wanted it to end, I didn't mean that! I'm sorry! I'm going to change, I'll never say that again, I promise! ― John jumped in front of her, holding her by the shoulders.

“Let me go, John! I don't want to! Get out!” Catherine screamed, and tried to get rid of his arms. “Please!” John let her go.

She looked at him with so much contempt that he didn't have the courage to say anything else. John left the room, leaving Catherine behind.

Catherine sat down, with her hands on her head taking a deep breath. She wanted to cry, but she didn't allow herself to let any tears escape. After a few minutes, she got up, let go of her hair, took her things and walked towards the street.

The rest of William's day was quiet, after spending the morning on the streets of Westminster, selling magazines, taking selfies and talking to people in the area, he had lunch with his brother and spent the afternoon in his office.

After dark, William wanted to vent so he had the idea of taking his motorcycle and going out through the streets of the city. When he was driving, William felt free. He needed that.

William wanted to go out alone, needed to think and didn't want to be interrupted, so he sent a message to Rob saying he would take a motorcycle ride and soon come back.

Taking his jacket and helmet, William got on the motorcycle dismissing all the security guards.

Upon leaving through the gate, William went in the north direction of Kensington Palace Gardens and turned right on Bayswater Rd, at that time the traffic was already quiet and he was increasing more and more speed on the practically empty highway. Continuing on the A4202, turned left at Piccadilly, William didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to empty his mind. On the left again he arrived at The Mall, starting to feel the adrenaline passing all over his body, turned left on Marlborough Rd and again to the left St James's St/A4. He could feel his cold body, his breath interrupted when an idea came into his mind. Turned right towards Pall Mall/A4, continued on Whitcomb St, and one last time turned left on Whitcomb St and then on St Martin's St. Throughout the journey, only one face appeared in his head, hers. William spotted the National Gallery and slowed down. There he was again, where it all had started. He didn't know for sure why he had gone there, he just followed his heart. He parked the bike, and looked at the clock, it was 9:05 p.m., he mentally calculated and realized that it only took 15 minutes to get to that part of the city, the traffic was really quiet. William took off his helmet because at that time there was practically no one walking around there, the chance of him being recognized was small.

William began to walk towards the staircase and as he looked forward he saw her. Again. It was the third time, and just like the other times, he lost his breath. She wore a red coat, her hair swayed as she walked.

William didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk to Catherine, at least once again.

He hurried the step by jumping a few steps to get close to the fourth column, where she walked slowly. William wanted to approach her but did not want to scare the girl, so he stepped forward in front of her field of vision, where the light could give a glimpse of her presence.

When Catherine saw the shadow, she raised her head and saw it. His eyes connected and with two more steps, William stopped in front of him.

“Hi.” William smiled. “I didn't want to scare you.” He completed, scratching the back of his neck.

“What are you doing here?” Catherine widened her eyes.

“I don't know.” William laughed nervously. “Sorry, I shouldn't have approached you.”

“No, that's fine.” Catherine hurried to say, taking a step in his direction.

“I wish I had said goodbye to you that day.” William put his hand in his pocket.

“So you came here today to say goodbye to me?” she finally smiled. Making William smile too.

“In fact, I went for a motorcycle ride to relax and ended up getting here. It's... Sorry, you make me nervous... I don't know what to say, you... My God... I can't stop thinking about you.” William looked at her. Catherine held her breath.

”Sorry, but I still don't understand why you came. ― Catherine spoke softly.

“I came to see you.” William whispered.

“Ah.” she couldn't stop looking at those blue irises, which shone in a way she had never seen before.

“If I asked you out, would you accept it?” he asked.

“Would you go out with a stranger?” she raised one of her eyebrows and William thought it was adorable.

“I know you.

“You don't know, no.” she said in a tone of defiance.

“Your name is Catherine Middleton, you have a degree in Art History, you have worked here at the Museum since you graduated four years ago. You loved my grandfather, besides being a teacher you probably also do something with photography. And I can't fail to mention that you were at Shepherds Bookbinders today.” William took his hands out of his pocket and pretended to breathe relieved, making her smile openly.

“How do you know I'm a photographer?”

“You're carrying a camera, I confess that this was just a kick. And about the store, before you ask I saw you and my confirmation is the small box you are carrying.” she looked at you in amazing.

“You're very observant, aren't you?

“Yes, and I couldn't help but notice that you have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.” he said timidly making Catherine laugh. The sound of her laughter, although low, hit him deep in his chest. Everything seemed right when I heard that sound.

“I don't know what I should call you.” confessed the brunette.

“Call me William.” he smiled.

“William.” she whispered. He bit his lip.

“Catherine, so will you go out with me?” he whispered. She nodded and William needed a lot of self-control not to jump off the sidewalk.

“Can you give me your contact?” said taking the cell phone out of her pocket and unlocking it, and in a daring act Catherine took the cell phone from his hand and type down the number and returned it with a small smile.

William looked at the number saved with the name "Kate" shining on his phone.

“It's already late, I don't want to take your time anymore. Are you going home?” Catherine was surprised to look at the time.

“My God, I can't miss the bus.” she started to move frantically.

“I'm on a motorcycle and I only brought a helmet.” William turned pale. “My God, where's my helmet?” he began to look desperately everywhere.

“You came to me with nothing in your hands.” she said in a tone of concern. “Didn't you leave it on the bike?”

“Hmm, it could be... “ he breathed a sigh of relief. “Shall we go then? I'd love to give you a ride, but I only brought a helmet, and I can't put our lives in danger by walking around.” he stretched out his arms pointing in the direction

“I won’t even get on a motorcycle dead.” she said with disdain.

“Oh stop, it's a lot of fun. Next time I'll bring you a helmet.” he said trying to convince the brunette, who was already walking next to you and denying it with her head.

“Can I?” he pointed to the bag that was on Catherine's shoulders. She nodded and he took it off her shoulders, putting it on yours. They walked slowly side by side, in a comfortable silence to his motorcycle.

“Catherine, it was a pleasure to talk to you.” he said in a low tone.

“It was a pleasure talking to you.” She smiled again.

“I'll call you so we can schedule it, okay?” he said handing the bag to her again.

“Okay.” she said leaving. And when he was already a few steps away, he heard his voice.

“Kate!” William called her making her look back. “You have no idea how long I waited for this.”

She just smiled. And William felt as if the whole world had been in slow motion.

Chapter 3

“The day William felt he could be himself and was not worried about being anything different from that.”

Chelsea, London

Not far from the one who invaded her dreams, Catherine woke up for another spring Saturday.

Catherine slept so well that she didn't even mind waking up so early on a day off, still lying in her bed she went over the events of the night before.

Yesterday when I was leaving the Museum, Catherine just wanted to get home and cry to sleep, but William showed up and everything changed. William. For some reason, after talking, Catherine no longer thought of him as Prince William. I could only think of the man who went to her work to see her, the one who remembered everything she said to him, the one who with 10 minutes of conversation made her totally forget all the confusion with John, the one who has the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen and who asked if she would go out with him. Everything seemed like a dream.

Catherine had just turned on the television when she heard her phone ring. When she picked up her cell phone, she noticed a different number. Catherine immediately opened a smile. It could only be him.

“Hello?”

“Catherine? Good morning.” a smiling voice sounded on the other side of the line. “It's William.”

“Yes? Good morning.” She replied smiling.

“You have a sleepy voice, did I wake you up?”

“No, I was already awake but I confess that I'm still lying down. And you, why are you up so early?”

“I just woke up, I have to leave in a little while, but before doing anything I needed to talk to you.” Catherine melted when she heard this.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“First I want to know if you arrived well last night, I ended up delaying you and I'm sorry I didn't take you home.”

“I arrived well, don't worry about it, I wouldn't accept a motorcycle ride, anyway.”

“Why?”

“I've never even climbed a motorcycle.”

“For everything there is a first time, I promise you it will be fun.”

“I'll think about your case.”

“Perfect. So... Kate? I can call you that, right? After all, that's the name you put on my phone.” She laughed when she heard him. His morning laugh made William sit on the bed

“Yes, you can call me Kate, it's like most people call it.

“Right, Kate. Seriously, I called you to let you know that I wanted to take you to dinner at the best restaurant in London and do everything the right way, the way you deserve it, but I don't want to expose you. I don't want the press behind you just for having dinner with me. Do you understand?” Catherine until that moment, had not even thought about the press, nor on display, about anything related to it.

“We don't need to go to a restaurant. I don't care about these things, William.”

“Good to hear that.” He sighed. “We can meet somewhere more private, I'll take the food and a wine. What do you think?”

“Why don't we meet at the Museum? I know a place there that can give us privacy.”

“At the moment I can't think of anything more perfect.”

“Neither do I, William.”

“Monday, then? What time are you free?”

“I'll be free at 8 p.m.”

“I'll be waiting for you at 8 p.m. Actually, I can't wait to see you again, Kate.” Confessed William.

“You surprised me, you know?”

“Why?” Catherine heard a lower tone.

“I never imagined that you would come looking for me and out of nowhere you showed up.”

“I wish I had gone on the first day. Rob told me that I couldn't disguise it, sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” She laughed.

“You made me nervous but not uncomfortable, for some reason it's so easy to talk to you.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes.”

“So why did you run away?”

“I didn't run away.”

“Yes, he ran away.”

“No.”

“You're stubborn.”

“And you're annoying.” He laughed.

“You're beautiful.”

“You are too.”

“Kate.”

“William.”

“So you think I'm beautiful?”

“You're very convinced, you know?”

“You have no idea.” She laughed.

“You are unbearable.”

“That way you hurt my heart.”

“That's the intention, since I can't hit you on the phone.”

“What a delight to be beaten by a beautiful woman.”

“Idiot. I'll hang up.”

“No, wait. I'll stop bothering you soon.” They both laughed.” Before I hang up, can I tell you one more thing?

“Yes?

“I have the impression that we've known each other for years, but I'm pretty sure I've never talked to you before.”

“Um, I can't say.” Catherine sat on the bed and swallowed it dry.

“Kate?”

“Hum?”

“You got weird.”

“I didn't stay, no.”

“Ah.”

“We'll see each other on Monday.”

“Woman, don't do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“You make me want to run out of here and go to your house, which I have no idea where it is.” William can hear a giggle.

“Would you come to my house?”

“Yes. If you want me there, of course.”

“Where are you?”

“In Kensington. Where do you live?”

“Actually, I'm very close to you.”

“Really? Where?”

“I live in an apartment in Chelsea.”

“Send me your address, if you want me to pay you a visit.”

“But weren't we going to meet only on Monday?”

“It would be a meeting before the meeting.”

I'm going to Villa Park today and then I can come and see you. An unofficial date. What do you think?”

“I'll think about your case.”

“You think a lot.”

“Don't you?”

“I think about you.” He heard her laugh. “I have to hang up so I won't be late. Kate, it's so good to talk to you. And please think about the address.”

“Okay, William. I'm glad you called me, it was a great way to start the morning.” William smiled triumphantly.

“I agree with you. I hope you have a good day.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Bye, Kate.”

“Bye, William.”

Catherine hung up the phone, and jumped out of bed, the television was forgotten in the room, while she went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub. Catherine felt even more motivated to start her day.

Thinking about William was addictive, and she felt in the clouds.

After hanging up the phone, William couldn't stop smiling. He was heading towards the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door.

“A moment.” He takes a shirt that was thrown on the couch and puts it on, then goes towards the door.

“Good morning, flower of the day.” William said, opening his arms.

“My God, you're so happy. Good morning, William.” Natalie opened a smile.

“Today is a wonderful day, Nat!” William pulled her for a hug.

“Oh Will, what happened?” She asked in the midst of laughter.

“Today there's Aston Villa, woman!” He exclaimed.

“Just for that? From what Rob told me, you left yesterday and talking about it...” Natalie adjusted her posture, speaking in a more serious tone.” William, you need to stop leaving without security.

“Oh Natalie, don't start you either.”

“Who is she?”

“She?”

“Yes. William, I know you. Your team is important to you, but you wouldn't be like that just because you're going out with your friends. And not to mention that to understand you I follow the Premier League table.” William laughed.

“Do you follow the table?” William sat on the couch laughing.” You don't exist.

“What I don't do for you, do I? But Will, don't change the subject, are you the girl from the Museum?” William paralyzed.

“How is it possible for everyone to know this?”

“It's not everyone, just Rob and me. He told me why he was worried, he never saw you like that.”

“Nat, I don't want anyone else to know that...” He took a deep breath. “Yes, it's Kate. I went after her and we made an appointment, I don't want anyone to know, I don't want what happened to my mother to happen to her.”

“William...”

“I can't explain it, it seems I've known her for years.”

“You're in love.” She laughed.

“I see something special about her, I want to explore it.” He smiled, his eyes shone when he thought of Catherine. “I need to be cautious, you have to help me keep this private, at least for now.” He looked into Natalie's eyes.

“Everything will be fine! Now let's go, I came to let you know that the coffee is ready. Rob is dressed as Villa from head to toe. You look like an idiot.” She touched his shoulder and smiled.

“You're still going to marry him, Natalie.” William spoke mockingly.

“God forbid!” Natalie screamed as she left the room.

Soon after her relaxing bath, Catherine received a visit from her mother and sister. The 3 Middletons made a delicious homemade lunch and caught up. Catherine detailed about the prince's visit to the Museum, but omitted his small involvement with him, not because he hid things from his family, but it was still all too new to them.

In the early afternoon, Catherine photographed some products and scenarios for the parents' store and in the rest of their free time they went out to do what they most liked to do together: shopping.

In the coffee maker near her house, Catherine discreetly takes her cell phone out of the bag, locates the contact that was saved this morning and with a discreet smile types a quick message and soon turned her attention to her sister who did not stop talking about her current boyfriend.

William spent his day off the way he loved so much.

After breakfast, accompanied by Rob and Natalie, he piloted his helicopter to Birmingham.

Flying was one of the things William loved to do the most. If it depended only on him, he would certainly continue in the profession of helicopter pilot in the Royal Air Force Search and Rescue Force.

Arriving in Birmingham, he met some friends at a local Pub, where they ate, drank and chatted away. William felt like any other Englishman and loved it.

Close to the game time, they all went to Villa Park.

The excitement of watching a football game in the stadium is the pinnacle of the experience of cheering for a football team.

A crowd in the stands echoing the corners of the crowd, screaming, applauding.

All in the same tune in a collective motivation around a single goal: the team's victory.

William felt at home in Villa Park. For William, the Aston Villa generates an unparalleled sense of belonging, it was not William who chose to cheer for the Aston Villa, but the Aston Villa who chose it. A connection.

That afternoon, the prince took time off from the titles and can be like any man in love with football. He sang, shouted and had a lot of fun with his friends and as a gift won the 2-0 victory. On the way back to the helicopter, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and noticed that he had a message that could make his day even more perfect.

Kate: 18 Old Church St Street, Chelsea.

William smiled, put his cell phone away and got into the helicopter. The way back has never been so attractive.

Catherine was sitting on the sofa in the living room editing some photos on the computer, while Downton Abbey was on television when she heard a loud noise of an engine passing on the street, her cell phone vibrated.

William: I'm here.

Catherine closes the notebook and runs towards the window, peeking through the curtain of the living room she sees him, William was on a motorcycle, standing in front of his house, waiting for her.

Catherine opens the window, drawing William's attention.

“You really came.” She smiles and signals him to wait.

Catherine moves away from the window, and goes towards the bedroom to put on a pair of sneakers, she looks at herself in the mirror smiling like a teenager, everything seemed magical.

The sky was clear and starry, the temperature was pleasant. It was really a beautiful spring night.

Catherine practically runs to the street, closing the door when leaving and with a few steps the brunette reaches him.

“Hello, Mr. biker.” She talks when she approaches him. William takes off his helmet and smiles, making Catherine almost sigh.

“Hello, pretty lady. Shall we go for a walk?” He asks as he picks up the second helmet and stretches towards her.

“I've never been on a motorcycle before.”

“For everything there is a first time. Come,” he patted the seat behind him. “Come up here. I promise you it will be fun.

“Where are you going to take me?” She asked.

“It's a surprise, relax, I'll take care of you.” He reassured her.

Putting the two helmets on the handlebars, William took off the jacket and handed it to her.

“Put that on. The temperature is pleasant but the high-speed wind is cold.” Catherine put on his jacket, and it was huge on her.

“Aren't you going to get cold? I can go there to get mine.”

“Not at all...” William looked at her hypnotized. Catherine was finishing closing the zipper and looked at the Aston Villa symbol on the jacket. She smiled, but didn't say anything.

“Here's your helmet.” She took his hand and put it. Catherine could not close the jugular belt of the helmet and William promptly helped her. Her eyes shone in an inexplicable way. Catherine thanked him as she laid her hands gently on his shoulders.

William also put on his helmet. Catherine got even closer, now squeezing his shoulders and rode behind William. Catherine wrapped his waist with her arms and the distance between them completely disappeared.

“How are you?” William asked in a louder tone because of the helmet, and Catherine felt his voice pulsating through her body. She sighed. The feeling was wonderful.

“Everything! Let's go with that soon!” Without thinking straight, Catherine wrapped her arms even more in him, squeezing her hands even more around his waist, it was William's turn to sigh.

William turned the key and Catherine put her hands inside the pocket of her gray sweatshirt. The prince started the engine and left southeast on Old Church St towards Petyt Pl, turned on Chelsea Embankment/A3212 and began to accelerate, the feeling of freedom arising from the inside out. Catherine closed her eyes and clung even more to William, now she felt part of the landscape, the highway was practically empty and she could feel the environment around her. William slowed down a bit and turned right at Chelsea Brg/A 3216, they were almost arriving at Battersea Park. William was so comfortable having Catherine so close to him, but he wasn't sure how she was feeling so he decided to stop at the Park. William turned off the bike and took a deep breath. It was amazing.

Catherine got off the bike and William lamented that he no longer had her arms wrapped around his waist, he took off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair. She also took off her helmet, looked at William and smiled. The most beautiful smile William witnessed. The adrenaline was still running through his veins.

“What did you think?” He said getting off the bike and taking the helmet from her hands. He carried one on his elbow and the other in his hand.

“Ah William, it was amazing. A whirlwind of sensations.” William's face lit up when he heard this.

“I stopped here because I wanted to make sure you were enjoying it.” William spoke looking into his eyes.

“Let's take advantage of the fact that we are here and walk a little through nature.”

“It's a great idea. Do you like being in nature?” She asked and the two began to walk towards the entrance to the park.

“I love everything that involves nature. Do you like it?” William wasn't cold, but put on the hood of the sweatshirt.

“How amazing! I love it!” She replied, giving him her arm.

Now Catherine was walking arm in arm with William, and he felt like a fool. They went ahead in the park, talking, William told about his environmental projects and felt that he could be himself and was not worried about being anything different from that. It was an indescribable feeling.

When they arrived near the River Thames, William suggested an ice cream, so they went to the Pear Tree Cafe. The place was quiet and not very crowded. There was ambient music and some people talking without paying attention to anything around them. Perfect for the occasion.

Catherine ordered a vanilla ice cream and chocolate William. They went to the outside seats overlooking the lake. William put the helmets on the table.

“So this is a date before the date?” Catherine broke the comfortable silence. He laughed. She licked the ice cream and William ran out of air.

“It's...” He pretended to cough. “We can call it an unofficial meeting. Have you noticed that everything so far has been improvised?” She looked at him.

“I noticed and know that I like to be surprised.” Catherine wanted to kiss him.

“Oh yeah?” William approached and put her hair behind her ear. “Good to know.” Catherine swallowed it dry. William walked away because his phone rang.

“Sorry, it's my secretary, I'll have to answer.” He got up.

“Hi, Nat.” William said when he put the phone in his ear.

“Hi, William. Where are you?”

“Battersea Park.”

“Are you alone? William, you will get me in trouble if you leave without security, at least if you had warned me. I worry about you, Rob too.”

“I'm with Kate.” He looked in the direction of Catherine, who was now finishing her ice cream by looking at the lake.

“I'm going home soon, don't worry about me.”

“You go out on a motorcycle, without any protection and you don't want me to worry? It's not just a job for me, Will, but ok. Have fun and be careful, please.”

“All right, captain . Next time, I'll let you know. I'm sorry, okay? See you later. Kisses.” He hung up, and went to Catherine again.

“I'm sorry about that, Natalie hates me to go out on a motorcycle.” He murmured.

“I loved the way you treat your employees.”

“They are much more than just employees to me.” Catherine smiled at the way he spoke.

“You're cute.” He blushed and she laughed.

“Kate, please.” The sound of her laughter filled something inside him. She approached him by taking his arm.

“Shall we go back?” She nodded and took her helmet, heading towards the door. William did the same.

When they were about to arrive at the parking lot, Catherine let go of his arms and started running.

“Whoever arrives last is the priest's wife!” She screamed in the midst of laughter.

“You're crazy!” William shouted back and shot out.

When she was about to arrive on his motorcycle, Catherine felt William's hands surrounding her waist. The sound of his laughter filled the room. William turned it in his arms, approaching his face, he can almost instantly feel its floral fragrance. It was delicious.

“You almost won! Almost.” He whispered, and she shivered with his breath so close to her face.

“Almost.” She also whispered.

They stopped laughing and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

The blue in the green. The green in the blue. A connection.

Catherine moistened her lips, but William cut the mood by climbing on the bike.

“Prepared?” He spoke and his voice sounded hoarse. She nodded, riding the bike. William was wrapped again by Catherine's arms and they made their way back.

William stopped in front of Catherine's apartment. They went down and stood on the sidewalk.

William left his helmet on top of the bike, Catherine too.

“Will, it was amazing. I loved spending this time with you.” She said sighing.

“It was amazing.” He held her hands. “You're amazing.” She smiled and moistened her lips.

William looked directly at Catherine's lips. His hands climbed up her back and landed delicately on her shoulders approaching her face, he placed a kiss on her forehead, moving away slowly. She shuddered.

“Good evening.” He whispered.

“Good night, take care.” She said softly.

“You were my first and most perfect date before the date.”

He gently smoothed her cheek with his thumb. “Catherine.” William left, leaving a helmet, a jacket and a Catherine with butterflies in her stomach standing on the sidewalk.

#cambridgepride #alifelessface

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