#Watch him deck William the moment he leans down for a kiss

[williams-bunny]

Enemies-to-Violent Lovers

[castiel-barnes]

Card Tricks.

Pairing: William Tell x Reader.

Summary: After getting to your next stop, you decide to learn how to do Williams card trick.

Warnings: mentions of slight illness. Car sick.

Wordcount: 823

A/N: I have not watched the card counter yet, but I thought I would base a fic off of the card trick that Oscar Isaac performs.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

Gif's not mine.

You were not exactly sure how long you and William had been on the road for. But for however long it was, you were starting to feel a little sick. William had been at the wheel for a while now, your next destination was the Borgata Hotel Casino and Spa in New Jersey.

The thought of having the hotel and the casino in the same building, relieved the thought of not having to go too far.

"Hey Will, can you pull over for a moment please? I feel sick." You requested looking at him,

"Sure sweetheart." He replied pulling the car over to the side of the road. As soon as the car stopped, you quickly opened the door and threw up. Feeling William's hand on your back, he gently rubbed your back letting you continue to throw up.

"Take this water, it'll help you feel a little better." William added handing you a bottle of water.

After a few minutes, you sat back up and closed your eyes. Taking a few more sips of water, you finally put your seat belt back on.

"Feeling any better?" He asked quietly placing a hand on your knee,

"A little bit. I-i think I might have a nap." You responded, grabbing your headphones out of the glove box.

"Ok baby, I'll wake you up when we get there yeah?" William kissed your forehead, as you got comfortable to take a nap. He reached back, and grabbed a blanket that was laying on the back seat. Settling the blanket over you, William got back on the road whilst you went into a deep sleep.

It didn't feel like it had been 3 hours. You closed your eyes, and the next time you open them you were in New Jersey.

"Hey sweetheart. It's time to get up" William stroked your hair back out of your face. You groaned slowly opening your eye, and taking a moment to get your bearings.

"Are we here?" You asked groggily,

"Yeah, c'mon let's get you into the hotel room." He replied, grabbing the bags out of the back of the car. Going up to the room, you smiled at the size of it. It was comfortable size for both you and William.

You laid down on the bed, feeling sleepy once again.

"Go back sleep, okay? I'm gonna go down to the casino and see what it's like down there. Maybe play a few hands." William told you leaning down to give you s kiss on the forehead.

"M'kay, be careful honey." You replied, William smiled and walked out the door to let you be for a while.

You fell asleep again for a little while, but it wasn't for long. Waking up, you realised that you were still alone in the room. William must not be back yet.

Getting a glass of water, and washing your face you didn't really have anything to do. So you had decided to try to teach yourself the trick William often does.

Sitting on the bed, You had grabbed the spare deck of cards, that William kept in his suitcase.

You were sat there on the bed for 10 minutes trying, before Will had walked in.

"Hey sweetheart, what you up to?" William asked setting his jacket down on the back of the chair.

"O-oh I'm just trying to do that card trick you do." You blushed, dropping the card onto the bed. He smiled getting changed, then sitting on the bed in front of you.

"Do you want me to teach you?" William asked smiling and picking up the deck of cards,

"Yes please." You replied watching Williams hands intently.

"First things first, you had the wrong hand position. You were using your index and pinkie, where you're meant to use your thumb and pinkie okay?" He explained first, making sure you were listening.

You nodded, and continued to look at his hands.

"All you have to do, is place it on the back of your hand with the side of it against your pinkie. Then flick your thumb down on the other side." He continued showing you how to do it properly.

You watched him flick the card a few times, then tried it yourself. It took you a while to actually get the trick, but after a few tries you managed to do it successfully.

"There you go baby, I knew you could do it, it just takes a few tries to do it." William stated giving your cheek a soft kiss. He stood up off the bed, and to started to get undressed. As William disappeared into the bathroom for a brief moment, you packed the cards away and huddled yourself under the sheets.

William smiled softly as he saw you starting to fall asleep again. He pulled you slightly onto his chest, and stroked your hair slowly.

"Go to sleep honey, I've got you." He whispered, feeling your body relax.

[delaber]

Chipped

Rafael Casal x Reader

Note: I love when you send me prompts 😭 I asked for angst and you delivered! Thanks to all the lovely anons and to @theatrenerd86​ of course!

Words: 3K

Warnings: fist fight 🙃

Tagging: @exrthangel @theatrenerd86 @lonelydance @ohsoverykeri @summerofsnowflakes @ramp-it-up @alexander-hamilhoe @honeysucklechocolatedrippin @riiyy @mysearchforgratification @janthony-stan @sillyteecup @biafbunny @einfachniemand @cashskid (Imma keep tagging you unless you say something lol).

The minute you stepped in the door, everything changed. Time seemed to slow down. The music became distorted. Rafa could've sworn that the lights dimmed considerably. The billiard ball rolling in slow motion in front of him suddenly wasn't as exciting anymore. All he could focus on was you and the heavy heartbeat in his chest.

You looked around the room, shot him a small wave from afar and headed straight for the bar as his senses seemed to return to normal, time speeding up again.

You'd shown up to the party late and even though Rafa had only seen you from a distance, it was obvious to him that something was wrong - again. Even though you had held your head up high, your confident body language was outshone by the fake smile and the sadness in your eyes. Rafa watched your squared shoulders as you poured yourself a drink while trying to look brave. And although you were doing a splendid job pretending everything was alright, he didn't believe a second of it. You had never been able to keep anything from him. He knew you too well.

"Are you seeing this too?" Diggs mumbled as he had also noticed the way you were carrying yourself.

"Yeah," Rafa breathed as he looked at you wipe away a small tear, the smile still broad on your lips. His heart was aching in his chest. It hurt seeing you hurt.

"What are we guessing?" Diggs continued in a quiet mumble, "Rob?"

"Definitely Rob," Rafa said darkly. Of course you were crying because of your asshole fuckboy of a boyfriend. The biggest fucking clown to ever walk the face of the earth. Mr Dickbag himself. Rafa's nemesis.

Rafa and Diggs had absolutely hated Rob from the minute you had introduced him to them - not only because the man was absolutely no good, but also because he had come out of nowhere, pulling you away from Rafa at the worst possible time. Before Rob, you and Rafa had - much to Rafa's satisfaction - flirted quite heavily. Hell, on special occasions, Rafa had even been granted access to your bed! But from the moment you had met Rob, everything had been about him, and Rafa had been degraded to being your old buddy again. ...And he absolutely fucking hated it! And he hated fucking Rob for stealing you away. Fucking Rob with his fucking stupid hipster haircut and his fucking badass Michael K Williams scar.

"We should go talk to her," Diggs said quietly, and put down the billiard cue without looking away from you.

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do," Rafa answered without really paying attention to Diggs.

"You? Alone?" Diggs arched an eyebrow at Rafa, "are you sure that's a good idea? Last time you nearly broke them up."

"That's still the plan," Rafa sent his friend a challenging look, "or do you want him to continue breaking her heart?"

"Of course not. You're just... partial," Diggs sent Rafa an equally challenging look. He was all for you and Rafa getting together, but he also knew that Rafa was in neck-deep water.

"Shut up, dude. I know what I'm doing," Rafa mumbled and started walking towards you with determined footsteps before Diggs could stop him.

"Don't stir shit up!" He heard Diggs yell behind him.

Rafa ignored his best friend and took a few brisk steps towards you before he was standing by your side. You were pouring yourself half a glass of tequila, downing it in one go.

"Hey..." he smiled when he caught your eye.

"Rafa!" You jumped a little at the surprise of suddenly having him in your face, "hey. How are you?" You poured yourself another tequila, your fake smile still broad on your lips. You hoped he hadn't noticed your rather weird mood.

"Better than you it seems..." Rafa eyed the contents of your plastic cup.

"Is it that obvious?" You shot him a look.

"You're drinking tequila as if it was water..." He leaned in close and spoke quietly so only you could hear, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," you lied, "I wouldn't want to ruin your night," you said quietly. The truth was that you actually did want to talk about it. Maybe with Jasmine or Emmy - but definitely not with Rafa of all people! You already knew how he would react; he hated Rob and would go absolutely ballistic.

"You could never ruin my night," Rafa smiled softly. "Come," he said and grabbed your hand, tugging you along. You followed him hesitantly but ended up sitting down next to him on a small bench outside the house, determined not to tell him a thing. However, as he immediately put his arm around you and pulled you close, the treacherous tears started welling up in your eyes the second you felt his hand caressing you.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Yes. I'm just having a really shit night," you mumbled while wiping away an annoying tear.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm okay," you croaked, trying to keep him away.

Of course Rafa didn't believe you, and in a matter of seconds, his expression changed dramatically, "Did Rob hurt you? If he hurt you, I swear to God I will kill him!"

You looked over at Rafa whose nostrils were flared, clearly already angry at the scene he had set in his own mind without even knowing if Rob was involved or not.

"He didn't hurt me, Rafa. Stop jumping to conclusions just because you don't like him..."

"So this has nothing to do with Rob?" Rafa arched an eyebrow at you.

There was no way back now. You knew that Rafa would do absolutely anything in his power to get you to tell him about what had happened. You shot him a sideways glance, trying to determine how angry he was before you admitted to Rob's deeds. "It's Rob, alright - but he didn't do anything on purpose."

Rafa clenched his jaws shut and curtly said, "just tell me what happened."

"Promise me you won't hate him..." you whispered while biting your lip.

"No. What did he do?!" Rafa demanded through gritted teeth.

"He - uhm -" you considered shooting Rafa a lie but knew that he would see right through you immediately. Eventually, you decided to tell him the truth even though you knew nothing good would come of it; "Rob - uh - accidentally kissed someone else last night," you mumbled quietly while carefully examining Rafa's face. He looked as if he could punch something so to diffuse the situation, you quickly added, "- but he feels really bad about it and he told me everything straight away!"

"He cheated on you?" Rafa tried to say as calmly as he possibly could although he was doing a horrendous job. Of all the terrible things Rob had ever done to you, this one definitely took the cake.

"He didn't do it on purpose!" You added quickly, "Please don't be mad at him!"

"Why are you defending him?" Rafa said desperately. His face was distorted, his eyes livid, "He cheated on you! Tell me you broke it off with him!"

"He didn't do it on purpose. He's been going through some stuff lately and he told me that he feels terrible about it..."

"Good!" Rafa said angrily and gritted his teeth, "fucking suits him right. Say the word and I'll deck him in his smug face!"

"Stop trying to save me, I can handle myself! This has absolutely nothing to do with you..."

"I'm the one who has to see you like this," he said softly.

You shot Rafa a look, "you pulled me aside!"

"Yes! Because I see right through your fake smile - and it hurts to see you like this!"

"Rafa, I didn't ask for you to take care of it."

"You'd do the same for any of your friends. I don't know why you can't see that he's bad for you!"

"It's just a rough patch! I know he loves me, he's just been stressed lately."

"Are you not listening to what you're saying right now?" Rafa desperately pulled at his hair, "The guy made out with another girl and you're excusing it? You should be livid!"

"I am livid," you shot Rafa a hard look, "why else do you think I'm sitting out here, talking to you about it? If I didn't care that he kissed someone else, I would obviously be inside right now, enjoying myself!"

"If you're truly upset about it, don't excuse his behaviour! Break up with him! He's toxic as fuck!"

"Would you stop that?!" You said sternly, "I know you aren't his biggest fan but he's my boyfriend."

"Why are you even with him? He's a fucking low life!"

"He's a low life?" You said in a shrill voice, not able to hold back anymore, "as opposed to whom, Rafa? To you?"

"As opposed to anyone!" Rafa spat, "why can't you see that there are so many guys out there who are a million times better than fucking Robert Havert?!"

Rafa's words hit a little too close to home and you got really angry with him, "you really want to go there?" You couldn't help yourself.

"Go where?" Rafa shot you an irritated look

"Riddle me this, Rafa; do you by any chance consider Rob competition?"

"No," Rafa said curtly, looking away from you.

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, "really? Because you've been sending me some weird fucking signals lately while trying to break me and Rob up."

Rafa's feelings were bubbling inside him and before he could stop himself, he spat, "Of course I consider him competition! Isn't it obvious that I'm in love with you?! You and I had something special before he came along and corrupted you!"

"He didn't corrupt me!" You answered through gritted teeth.

"Why did you turn your back on me then?" Rafa said loudly, his voice breaking. He instantly looked ashamed of himself. He obviously hadn't meant to show you so much of his emotions.

"Because I fell in love with Rob! ...What you and I had was a mistake..." you desperately cried out, "sleeping together was obviously a mistake!"

"If it was a mistake, why did it happen three times?" Rafa spat angrily before his eyes became glossy. He was panting hard, his face all screwed up, "please don't regret me," he croaked, his chest aching horribly, "you can't be serious..."

"Of course I don't regret you, Rafa. But we would've never worked out."

"...Because of him?" He shot you a dark look, his chest heaving up and down.

"No, Rafa," you desperately put your hands on him trying to calm him down, "Because you're you and I'm me. We've been friends for ages."

"I don't want to be friends," Rafa whispered before he angrily looked away from you.

"Rafa, honey," you whispered while searching his face, "I love you - but not like that..." you put your forehead to his. Your hands were now on his chest and you could feel the heavy heartbeat through his shirt. "I'm sorry if I-" Your words were drowned by a car door slamming hard and a voice behind you yelling loudly; "Step away before I punch you in fucking the face, Casal!"

Rob was coming at you and Rafa at full speed, an aggressive look in his eyes. You let go of Rafa as if you'd been scorched by fire and ran to your boyfriend, trying to stop him from beating up your friend. You hadn't told Rob about you and Rafa's escapade but Rob had long ago figured out that Rafa was into you - and you knew that he had been looking for every excuse to fight it out with him.

"Everything's fine, baby," you tried, "Rafa didn't do anything. We were just talking. Everything's fine, I swear!"

Rob's eyes were huge, his nostrils flared as he gently pushed you aside and went head to head with Rafa, "what the fuck are you doing, Casal?! Are you trying to get with my girl?"

"I'm protecting her from you."

"And you plan on doing that by hooking up with her?"

Rafa stood up straight, trying to make himself a few inches taller, "I plan on doing that by actually showing her some emotional support!"

"Don't fucking touch what isn't yours!" Rob was snarling angrily.

"Rich coming from you," Rafa said calmly with a small growl, "do you feel like a big man when you cheat on your girl?"

Rafa's choice of words had Rob shooting him a sickening smile, "that's right, Casal," Rob smiled humourlessly "she's my girl. Not yours. And you know what? She never will be yours. You will never get to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. She will never want you. I know you've been dying to experience it but you will never get to see her with your cock in her mouth," he said devilishly.

"Rob!" You interjected, disgusted with how your boyfriend was talking.

Rafa couldn't help himself. He knew he would be disloyal to you and that it would escalate the situation immensely, but he was desperate to wipe away Rob's stupid grin so he too smiled before he calmly said, "oh, you don't think I know what she looks like with my cock in her mouth?"

"Rafa!" You hissed loudly from behind your boyfriend.

Rob's smug face fell considerably and although Rafa could hear the disappointment in your voice, he continued, "what? She didn't tell you?"

In a matter of seconds, Rob's face went from red to purple. He took a firm grip in the collar of Rafa's shirt and plunged his head forwards. Rob's forehead hit Rafa's face with a sickening crunch, and Rafa staggered backwards but was on his feet not long after, decking Rob in the face with his closed fist.

"Please stop!" you pleaded them and tried to pull them apart, but Rob punched Rafa in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud when all the air was knocked out of his lungs.

Rob plunged forward, put a leg on either side of Rafa and started hitting him repeatedly.

Rafa was desperately trying to defend himself against the rain of fists that were coming at him, but was so busy trying to avert Rob, that he didn't have the ability to fight back. Luckily, Rob was grabbed from behind by two guys that hurled him backwards and off of Rafa. Rob unsuccessfully fought to wrestle himself free from Oak and Anthony'a grips while yelling, "I'm going to break your fucking skull!"

Meanwhile Rafa, who was now back on his feet, was trying to wrestle himself out of Diggs' grip, responding with a "I'd like to see you try, you fucking pussy!"

As Rob and Rafa were trying to fight the men off of them, you stepped in, "what the hell is the matter with you two?" you bellowed.

Rob looked as if he had almost forgotten you were there, the sound of your voice immediately making him stop squirming in Anthony and Oak's arms as he looked at you. Ant and Oak released their grip on him, and instead of flying towards Rafa, Rob took a few deep breaths, his eyes piercing through you as he tried to calm himself down.

"How about breaking my skull now?" Rafa yelled at him while squirming around in Diggs arms hoping to break free.

Rob's gaze flew towards Rafa, while Oak and Anthony took a step closer, ready to punch him to the ground if he tried anything. Rob felt the two men nearing him and looked as if he had only just realised that if he jumped Rafa again, he would have to deal with Oak, Ant, and Diggs too. He took an ultimate decision and with a last look at you, he huffed, turned on his heel and angrily walked away with balled up fists.

Diggs loosened his grip on Rafa who immediately ran to you, "are you okay?" He almost yelled, his voice laced with concern, "I'm so, so sorry you had to see that!"

You looked up at him with a dark expression, "how fucking dare you!" You started out in a whisper but your voice gradually became louder as your tone changed to anger, "how dare you talk about me like that! As if I'm some conquest that you brag about to your mates!"

"I know I'm sorry," Rafa panted, avoiding your gaze, "Heat of the moment."

"Rafa look at me," you searched his face, "this is over," you said slowly, painfully aware that you were breaking his heart in front of his friends.

"It's over?" He looked as if he didn't understand what you were saying.

"We can't see each other anymore. It's over!"

"What? You're choosing that clown over me? What does he have that I don't?"

"Rafa why can't you see that you're just as big of a clown as he is!"

"...what the fuck are you talking about?!" He panted desperately, "I'm just trying to make you realise that he's a dick! I'm helping you. He's treating you like shit!"

"I don't need or want your help. What I want is for you to stay the fuck away from me," you said angrily giving him a small shove. With one last look back at Rafa, you turned on your heel and desperately ran towards your boyfriend who had almost reached his car.

Rafa watched you chase after Rob. He watched you desperately explain the situation to him. Watched you apologise of all people. Watched Rob take you in his arms as if he was the one who had to forgive you. He watched you kiss Rob's cheek before you started crying. Rafa's heart was aching horribly. He almost couldn't stand still.

He watched you get in Rob's car, kiss the man passionately before he pumped the speeder, sending Rafa a smirk as you once again kissed his cheek. Rafa painfully watched you drive away and all he was left behind with was a black eye, a chipped tooth, and a broken heart.

[geekeryandsentiment]

Hey! I hope you’re doing fine! I’m sending a few, see if any of these work for you 😄 1- Liam and “you’re embarrassing me.” 2- Alby and “that’s gross.” 3- Arthur and “you should have thought about that.” Have a great weekend!

1- Liam and “you’re embarrassing me.”

“Liz,” William almost hissed the words, using every ounce of self control in him to refrain from swatting her hand away from him. He felt his cheeks burn as his little sister continued to make kissing faces while his girlfriend’s back was turned. “Liz. Lizzie. Kitty. Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”

Elizabeth’s hand flew to her chest, “what do you mean? I’m not trying to!” Her lips curled into a small smirk as she raised an eyebrow to give him a faux questioning look.

William’s jaw clenched as he stepped forward, wrapping his hand around his little sister’s upper arm and dragging her a few steps away from his girlfriend who was distracted by a conversation with his dad. “Stop. Stop it.” He held up his free hand, leaning forward to put his face closer to hers, “don’t look at me like that. Stop it. We are in public. Lily is nervous. I am nervous. There are cameras everywhere. And if you don’t stop taunting me I’m going to make sure your life is hell for however long it takes for the press to stop reporting on your bratty attitude.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as William’s expression darkened the longer he spoke. “Shut up, stupid,” she shrugged her shoulder, pulling her arm away from his grip.

“Leave me alone,” William’s expression grew almost pleading, “just go…I don’t know! Walk with Alex! Or find Matty. He’s around here somewhere. You can torment Lily and I when we get back to the palace.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Elizabeth’s arms crossed. “I’m just talking to her.”

William bit back a hostile reply, wanting nothing more than to bring up all the things that he could just talk to his girlfriend about that would embarrass and mortify his little sister. Before he could threaten her with any embarrassing stories, though, Waverly entered his line of sight, pulling his attention away from his little sister.

“Mum,” William pointed at his little sister as the older woman approached them, a questioning look on her face. “Tell Lizzie to leave Lily and I alone. Please.”

“Lizzie,” Waverly’s voice wasn’t chiding, but it didn’t leave any room for debate, “why don’t you go ask your aunt if she wants a break from holding Lucas? Hmm? Maybe you can help feed hi before he goes down for a nap?”

William breathed out a sigh of relief when an excited smile spread across his little sister’s face and she disappeared, running off to steal their baby cousin away from their aunt.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to Waverly, spinning on his heel and making his way back over to his girlfriend, fully intending to save her from whatever God-awful conversation she was probably stuck having with his dad.

2- Alby and “that’s gross.”

Alexander leaned forward, his nose almost touching Elaina’s as she continued to speak, her voice growing quieter.

“–and that’s really hardly an excuse. I don’t think he should be allowed to run again if…if he’s…he’s been so very corrupt…and…” Elaina trailed off, her eyes dropping to Alexander’s lips, almost looking cross-eyed for a few moments. “You have cookie crumbs on your lips.”

“Do I?” Alexander raised a brow, “are you sure? Maybe you should check?”

Elaina huffed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she heard her boyfriend’s chuckle in response to his terribly cheesy attempt to ask for a kiss. “Okay,” she couldn’t resist, pressing her lips against his for several long seconds. “Yes, I can definitely taste your mother’s cookies.”

“Ewwww,” Albert’s face scrunched up as he stood in the doorway, “that’s gross.”

Elaina and Alexander froze, their heads turning slowly to meet the gaze of the six-year-old in the doorway.

“Why did you eat a cookie off of his lips?” Albert stepped into the room, his judgmental expression, “it’s…gross. It’s already been in Alex’s mouth.”

“It’s just kissing, Baby,” Elaina pulled her feet up onto the couch, watching as the six-year-old walked across the room and snagged a cookie from the plate in the center of the coffee table. “One day you’ll understand.”

“It’s gross, and it’s how you get sick. You’ll give each other all your germs!” Albert took a bite of his cookie, his expression growing exasperated. “What if Alex is almost sick? Not sick, but like he’s gonna be sick tomorrow and he doesn’t know yet but he’s still courageous now even though he doesn’t know it and then you get sick now because you kissed him!”

Elaina blinked, not able to address all the words that Albert just said because she was caught up on one. “Courageous?” She turned to look over at Alexander, her eyebrows pinching together. “Is he wrong or am I?”

Alexander held back a snort, raising a finger and pointing at his little brother, “it’s contagious, Baby.”

Elaina relaxed slightly, shaking her head as she recovered quickly from worrying that she had used those two words wrong her entire life. “And…even if he is contagious,” Elaina emphasized the word, turning her attention back to her boyfriend. “I think I’ll risk it. Come here.”

“Ewwww!” With his mouth full of cookie, Albert covered his eyes and ran from the room. “Mummy! Alex and Ellie are kissing again!”

3- Arthur “you should have thought about that.”

“I’ve decided not to be Queen anymore,” Waverly lowered herself back into her husband’s deck chair, raising her heels onto his desk, using her free hand to gently stroke baby Alexander’s face. “I’m just going to have babies. You can do all the running the country and I’ll just have children and play with them all day long.”

Arthur was only half-listening to his wife as he read over a few papers. “That sounds fine.”

Waverly raised a brow, a small smirk forming on her lips, “I think we should just have another one right now.”

“Okay,” Arthur turned the page he was reading over and began to skim it, making a few lines down and making a few notes. “In a few minutes.”

“Like now,” Waverly chuckled, not at all upset that her husband was so clearly not paying attention to her. “I want to announce that I’m pregnant again in a few months, and just keep having babies until I’m forty. I think we can probably fit in another eight or nine, minimum.”

“Mhmm,” Arthur hummed, chuckling softly as he did begin to listen to his wife speak, hearing from her tone first that clearly what she was saying was outrageous, and then catching the second half of her statement. He stifled a laugh, but didn’t respond.

“Yes,” Waverly’s voice rose in pitch as she leaned forward and kissed her son’s face, “I’ll fill this palace with little babies and you’ll just stay little babies forever.”

Arthur huffed, refraining from commenting on the tantrum of epic proportions their eldest child had thrown the night before over bath time.

“I don’t want to be Queen,” Waverly’s mock pout was evident in her voice, pressing several long kisses to her child’s forehead. “I just want to be Mumma forever and ever.”

“I suppose you should have thought about that before you married the king,” Arthur lifted his head, a small smile on his lips. “How is William? Is he still napping?”

Waverly nodded her head, a wide grin spreading across her lips, “and this one woke up in a very happy mood.”

“Only because you’re holding him,” Arthur commented, pushing himself onto his feet, the paperwork not he table long forgotten as he walked around his desk, peeking over his wife’s shoulder at their almost two-month old son. “What happens if we have eight more and they all demand to be held like him?”

“I suppose we’ll have to grow more hands,” Waverly stated seriously, tipping her head back to give her husband a serious look. “I will not have my babies lacking the care and affection they desire.”

“Of course not,” Arthur didn’t comment on the physiological impossibility of growing more hands, instead he just leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Thought I managed to get a little bit of everyone in these three. Hope you like them :) 

[storytimewithtibby]

Warnings: None, it’s fluffy for the sake of needing cute. Rating: G Word count: 531 Pairing: William T. Riker x Reader Summary: Reader teases Riker about Jazz, currently one off 

     The tip of your nose slowly skimmed under his chin, fitting briefly into the cleft of his chin before passing over his lower lip. You could see the smile on his lips, and felt his fingers lightly tuck under your chin in turn. 

“Someone’s feeling playful…’

     His voice was low, his hands moving to cup your face, lips pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. Another was pressed between your eyes as you leaned to rest against him. It would be safer to say you were feeling soft, a noise kin to a snort escaped you when he kissed your left eyebrow, his hands moving down to your ribs, fingers lightly prodding at them before wrapping around you. 

“Though I do have to admit, this is nice.’ Riker sighed when you stopped squirming from being tickled. 

     It had been a non stop, mission to mission, kind of month. And now as the Enterprise casually impulsed its way to the next planet, you’d been unable to resist taking a moment to just enjoy his company. To just enjoy being together, hear his chuckle, enjoy the smell of the skin cream he liked to use. 

“If we see Q again it will be too soon, to be honest.’ A hint of exhaustion entered his voice, as well as frustration. 

“True. But until then I think Holodeck 3 is available.’ You moved your face out of his reach as he continued to try and kiss your right eyebrow that you’d been keeping out of your reach. 

“Oh?’

“Mmhmm, and a certain commander has been threatening to show me how well he can play a bone.’ You grinned at the soft scoff that escaped him. “That’s Slang for saxophone, right?’

“No!’ The word was half shouted before he noticed the look in your eyes, lips curling into a smile before laughing. “I don’t recall it being a threat, but you are in dire need of an education.’

“So it’s the flute?’ Alright you were feeling a little playful, writhing as his fingertips began playing along your ribs until you almost fell trying to get away from him. 

“Get to the lift you heathen.’ He demanded mock sternly, unable to avoid smiling as you offered an old fashioned salute. 

“Aye aye, Sir.’

     As you walked down the corridor ahead of him, you could hear him muttering under his breath. Walking a little faster, you turned to face him once inside the turbo lift and grinned at him still several steps away. His head cocked slightly to the side when he noticed, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“I’ll go get the deck set up. Jazz originated in Nashville, right?’ At his glower, and quickened step, you pressed against the back of the lift with a grin. “Holodeck 3, please computer.’

     You would have sworn you could feel his feet pounding as he sprinted towards the lift, squeezing inside as the doors slid closed. His mouth was already opened to correct you, before rolling his eyes as you burst out laughing. 

“A blasphemous heathen.’ He amended, watching you double over with laughter, arms crossing even as a smile continued to tug at his lips. “Nashville indeed…’

[lokisgame]

A Generous Donation [10]

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The day rushed by, as Scully drowned the uneasiness in workload, grateful that she was still able to focus on her patients' problems instead of her own. Mulder texted her around 5pm, saying he was done with the tests and that his invitation still stands, and she realised, that somewhere between exams and paperwork, the thought of facing him again, didn't paralyse her anymore. She still didn't know how to tell him about Will, or had any idea how he might take the news, but the truth settled in.  

Charlie was right, he really was a great guy after all. If she ever wanted a father for Will, Mulder would pretty much fit the bill, smart, funny, kind and as far as she could tell, steadfast. He would be the kind of dad who never forgot to pick him up from school, was there for the baseball games and swimming tournaments. She could see herself sharing couch with them on Saturday evenings, eating popcorn and watching macho-movies. Though it was dangerous to hope, if fate allowed she might still have that.

She went to see Will at the end of her day, pausing by the door to watch him for a second through the window. He was reading, curled up on his side, earbuds in, completely enthralled, and now when she knew, she couldn't help but notice the similarities. The chestnut mane, the tall and lean frame, high cheekbones, and finally, definitely, undeniably, Mulders' mouth. That pout that usually got him his way, the smile that brightened her day, is was Mulder all over again. Will must've felt her gaze because he glanced up from his book and smiled, sitting up. He looked pale and tired, but his eyes were bright. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked, when she came in and dropped a kiss on top of his head. "I just got here, you must've sensed me coming." "Spooky," he grinned and scooted over, letting her sit beside him. "What are you reading?" "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy," he said, closing the book to show her the cover, "uncle Charlie brought it." "And the t-shirt?" "Aunt Missy," he grinned pulling at the hem of his new PJ's, on it, planes were chasing UFO's around the world, the words Foo Fighters written across the front, "she remembered the UFO's, but Emily said, she didn't have the heart to tell her it's a band." "Be glad it's not a tie-dye," Scully laughed. "Yeah, aunt Melissa, the last hippy on earth." "Will," she nudged him lightly making him laugh, and it was the warm honey sound she loved most. "Mom?" "Yes honey?" "Doctor Skinner was here to see me, too." "You had a busy day," she said, keeping her voice light. "Does that mean, he found someone?" "I don't know," she said, kissing his temple, "these things take time." "Because I wouldn't mind getting out of here." "And I wouldn't mind taking you home, either." A knock made them both look up and a second later, a young girl came in, her red hair cut short almost like a boy's, piercings catching the light from the fluorescents overhead. "Emily!" "Hi, aunt Dana," she said, kissing Scully's cheek before ruffling Will's hair, "told you I'd come back." "You got it?" Will perked up. "Yup," she plopped across the foot off his bed, dropping a small box between them. "Cards?" Scully laughed, letting go off Will, who reached for the deck and immediately started shuffling. "There's only so much TV I can stand." "Why didn't you tell me." "Haven't thought of it until I saw this one here," he chuckled, jerking his chin at Emily. "Right, because I'm known for bringing up base instincts in men." Scully felt slightly uncomfortable, Em was 24, but in her eyes, she was still that teenage girl who watched cartoons sitting on the floor with her son. "How's Palo Alto, Em?" "Dry, I miss Boston," she sighed picking up her cards, "and this little one." "If you didn't give up that scholarship at MIT and sell out to the blue chips," Will said. "I wouldn't have that house with a pool I just sold, to move back here." Will's ears went up so fast he almost jumped. "You're coming back?" "Yup," she grinned and he threw himself at her, both of them laughing. Emily held him tight and Scully heard her tone change, "so now you have to get better, you hear me?" "Yup," William said, letting go off his childhood best friend. "What does your mom think about this?" Scully asked, proud of her brilliant punk niece. "She's not thrilled," Emily sighed a little sad, but then smiled at them both, "but that's what I want to do, so it's happening." "Well, if you need a place to stay in the mean time." "Thanks," she smiled brighter, fixing the sheets Will kicked over, "I'll come to you when Charlie grows tired of me." "Or his next girlfriend shows up." Will said, then picked up his cards. Scully played three hands with them then kissed the kids goodnight.

A nurse came by with Will's meds and took a few notes on his chart, while Emily paced the room, noticing the pile of books on his nightstand. "Visiting hours end in one hour," she reminded and left, and Em was back, sprawled at the foot of Will's bed. "What's this?" She said, showing him one of the books, the one with the UFO on the cover. "Extra reading for my psychology class." "It's signed." "Yeah, the guy's my professor and he kind of dates mom." "Why kind of?" She asked, looking at the photo on the back. "You know, not like Charlie dates girls, takes them out a few times and you know they'll disappear, mom and Mulder, I think they're past that." "You don't like it?" "It felt weird at first, but then I saw her coming home from seeing him and wow, I don't think I ever saw her that happy." "Really." "She doesn't hum show tunes to anything, she just sort of, glows." "Hmm, she didn't seem glowing to me." "That's because you didn't see her a week ago, heck, last Thursday even, I'm telling you, that guy is different." "He is cute, and," she held up the book, looking first at the picture then at Will, then at the picture again, "he sort of looks like you." "What?" "I mean, if you skip the eyes and the nose," she covered half of the picture with her hand and glanced at Will again, "yeah, definitely." "I don't think that's why she likes him." "No, I think it's the glowing part," Emily said, wiggling her eyebrows and Will gaged. "Ugh, let's not talk about my mom and that." "Why?" She laughed, stretching out like a cat, and if he didn't know his cousin since before she had tits, he'd find the sight very attractive. "Let me give you a piece of advice, you want to keep a girl, be that guy, one who makes her glow." "That's it? Sex? What about connection, shared views and mutual trust?" "That's when you're looking for a friend, and believe me, it's even rarer than great sex." "Well, I'll have it both." Will sighed, shuffling the cards, looking a little embarrassed and she covered his hands with hers. "You will," she said without teasing, "you just have to get out of here."

Mulder decided on the epitome of comfort food, chicken casserole, but the longer they sat at the table, in the warm light of his kitchen, the stronger was the sense, that something bad was about to happen. Scully kept smiling letting him fill silence with chatter, but her eyes were unusually present, fixed on his face as if she was looking at him for the last time, determined to learn his face, before she told him goodbye. Fear, uneasiness, long silences, he could understand, but at the same time, he itched to touch her, just to make sure she wouldn't push him away. They moved to the couch after dinner and when she folded herself against his side, the relief was instantaneous. "The dean wasn't too pleased when I asked for the week off," Mulder said, drawing her closer. "But Skinner said I should avoid public places, so I wouldn't pick up any infection, in case the tests came back positive." "Walter knows what he's doing, you're both in good hands." "You haven't told Will yet?" "No, I don't want to scare him," she said, taking his hand and lacing her fingers through his, "he keeps joking and teasing, but I know it's an act." "That's him, being your son," he said, kissing her temple, "you're both so careful not to show weakness." "You say it like it's a bad thing," she sighed. "There's time and place for everything, and Will knows what he's up against, there's just nothing he can do about it, and goofing off is his defence mechanism. I think he's scared just like everyone else." "Why are you doing this?" She asked quietly, stroking the back of his hand. "Why help us?" "Because I can," he said simply. "Because you got dealt this shitty hand and I wouldn't be able to live with myself, if I just stood idly watching a great kid fade away, while his mother fought the fight alone, for both of them. Even thinking about it makes me wanna kick my own ass." "So you feed me and fuck me and let me stick a needle in your butt," she said, turning in his arms, and cupping his cheek, drawing his lips down, "because you can." "There's no endgame for me here," he smiled, feeling her warm breath, "you might as well ask me why I breathe." "Why do you breathe?" "So I we can keep having these talks, apparently," he said and let her kiss him, because that was what she needed from him.

They moved slowly, bodies wrapped around each other, arms and legs and mouths drawing lines. In the dim light he held her gaze, luminous blue beneath delicate skin and lashes, with every stroke bringing her higher and away from her problems. A moment of release was all he could offer, but he made damn sure, the moment was worth it. Her eyes locked on his, lips parted, heart pounding, his, hers, he didn't know anymore, didn't care. She bit her lip, he caught it, freed it, soothed it. "Don't hold, back, let me, do this." "Thank you." "What for?" "Everything," she breathed, raking his back, drawing him in. "Shhhh," he kissed her neck, lips against her ear, "don't thank me, feel me." And for a time, that was all she did.

Scully woke up sometime past midnight to moonlight filtering through a crack in the blinds. The light cast a blue glow over his face, drawing the story of his life in a secret language of lines and cracks. How would they look like, if she was there to watch them grow, would there be less of them, or more? How many cracks formed, because there was no one to hold him, which lines were ruts, carved by the same old jokes. She touched his cheek and he shifted, arm falling around her without thinking. "I hope you'll forgive me," she whispered, brushing his lips lightly and the arm tightened around her, drawing her in.

[something-tofightfor]

Drip (Drabble #15)

Pairing:  Logan Delos x Reader

Word Count: 2302

Rating: M (language, zest)

Author’s Note:  This is the same Logan/Reader from HCtS, RWTM and HTM ... they’re still going strong. This actually started as a conversation last weekend between myself, @its-my-little-dumpster-fire and @the-blind-assassin-12 while I was in an ice cream shop called Jeni’s, and was reading the informational poster on the wall. The description of the ice cream was “it starts out hard and then relaxes a little with each sweep of the tongue” ... to which Ms. Dumpster Fire responded with “Delos is making ice cream now?” ... and it went on from there. 

“Lo, it is hot as fuck out here.” You were sprawled out on a deck chair on your patio, wearing a bathing suit and nothing else, hair twisted into a knot on the top of your head. Logan was in the pool, floating around on a chair with most of his body beneath the surface of the water. That water’s too hot. It’s gotta be at least 95 in there. “Loooogan,” you whined, sitting up and squinting at him. “It’s like bathwater in there, how are you even -”

 “At least I’m wet.” His voice carried over to you, hair plastered to the top of his head, sunglasses covering most of his face. “You’re soaked too, but not with pool water, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sweat this much -” 

 “Don’t say another word, Delos.” You shook your head, using your forearm to swipe at your face and hating that he was right. The entire west coast was dealing with a heatwave, and the power at your house had gone out hours earlier just after breakfast, meaning that even though the house’s backup generator was keeping the refrigerators and freezers as well as some of the basic electricity going, running the air conditioner was out of the question - and since the house was mostly windows, it was like a greenhouse inside. “Can’t we just leave, Logan? Go to a hotel or something and -” 

 “Everything’s out for miles.” He kicked his way over to the edge of the pool, splashing the concrete before resting his elbows on it as he leaned forward on his float, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “C’mere.” Groaning, you did as he asked, waiting until he’d splashed a path for you across the concrete to keep your feet from burning. “Get in the pool with me, come on.” You sat down, hissing as your skin made contact with the barely cooled ground and lowered your legs into the water next to Logan, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “It’s not that hot.” 

 “Lo, I’m pretty sure that the hot tub water is colder than this because it’s been covered and in the shade for the last three days. This is... “ You sighed, looking out over the ocean. “We could go out on the beach, I bet that water is -”

 “Are you crazy? Do you know how hot that goddamn sand is?” Logan had turned his head to the side, resting it on one bicep as he looked up at you. “We’d burn our legs off before we even got to the water.” You’re right. He grinned as you reached over with one hand, pulling his sunglasses off before trailing your fingers through his hair and down over his shoulder, pausing momentarily on the single patch of marred, raised skin on the back of it - the only physical reminder of his trip with William to Westworld.  “Get in here with me and we can float around until …”

 “Til what, Logan? Until the sun goes down? Until we die of heat stroke? Until we boil to death like lobsters? I’m tempted to go and sit in the car and blast the air conditioning.” He laughed, shifting, and though you knew what was coming, you didn’t stop him from pulling you off of the edge of the pool and into the water, both of you disappearing beneath the surface as Logan shoved off of the chair he was on. You surfaced with his hands on your hips, his feet finding purchase on the sloping pool bottom and your heels comfortably on the ledge at the base of the wall, arms around his neck. “Alright, Lo,” you nodded, speaking softly. “It feels nice in here.” He smiled, leaning in and kissing you, grip tightening at your waist as his hips nudged against yours. Know it all. 

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The power came back on at nearly 7 pm - almost ten full hours after it had gone off in the first place, and once you and Logan had showered - both of you using cold water - and Logan had reconnected to the WiFi to set the thermostat to a frosty 64 degrees, he’d dragged you to the car, not even speaking until you were in the driveway. “Don’t ask questions, just get in.” He was wearing a gray t shirt and a pair of black shorts, and you’d been unwilling to put on much more clothing than your bathing suit, do you’d opted for a short, strapless sundress and a pair of sandals, hair again gathered on the top of your head. It was still hot out, but the angle of the sun had shifted, making it bearable to be outside, especially since you knew that you had an air conditioned home to return to. 

 “Where are we going, Logan?” He turned to look at you, his hair blowing gently in the air from the vents. 

 “I’m takin’ you out for ice cream, Mrs. Delos.” He grinned, eyes going back to the road. “I want something sweet, since we haven’t been able to open the refrigerator all day. And by the time we get home, the house will be cold again.” You nodded, settling back against the seat and watching out your window as the waves crashed against the shore. By the time you reached the plaza that Logan turned into, you were grinning - but not for any specific reason. He was taking you out for ice cream, and it was so simple - so normal that you were in disbelief. Not because Logan needed excess in every waking minute of his life, but because he didn’t. Sure, he was prone to displays that made you roll your eyes - the glittering jewelry on your hands was proof of that - but it was the simple moments that truly made you appreciate the man that you’d married multiple times. 

 Stepping out of the car, you looked around the packed parking lot, waiting for Logan to lock the doors before heading to Grom’s entrance, Logan pulling the door open for you. “Thank you,” you whispered as you stepped in, the cold air a welcome change from the stifling outdoors. “Logan, this isn’t even ice cream, it’s -”

 “Gelato. I know.” He stepped behind you in line, arms going around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. “Said I wanted something sweet, not something plain.” As you read over the menu, Logan stayed close behind you, though his hands dropped, one finding your right hand and grasping your fingers. As you moved through the line, you heard a few people whispering, your name and Logan’s clearly audible more than once. “Ignore ‘em,” Logan breathed into your ear. “They’re gonna talk - let them talk.” 

 By the time you reached the counter to order, it seemed as if nearly everyone in the shop had looked at you, and while you wanted to believe it was because of who he was, you knew that it was partially because of how Logan looked; effortlessly handsome, even in his mid 30’s, much older than the majority of the other patrons, with messy, unkempt hair and a week’s worth of stubble on his face and neck. You loved him that way, and you knew that others before you had as well, but it still shocked you when you were in small spaces with him just how magnetic he was, how easily he drew attention to himself - and in turn, to you. “Can I take your order?” The young woman behind the counter was speaking to you but staring at your husband, and though you didn’t blame her, you still rolled your eyes, feeling Logan’s posture change slightly next to you as he moved closer, hand gripping your hip through the thin material of the dress you wore. 

 “Yeah, can I get a cup with the pesca and limone sorbets, please?” You paused, thinking. “And can I get some of the biscuits, too?” The girl smiled at you, finally looking away from Logan and nodded, typing in your order after asking for your name. 

 “And I’ll have one of the chocolate cones with stracciatella.” He leaned over the counter, tilting his head to the side. “Make it a double. I’m Logan.” You rolled your eyes but the girl beamed at Logan, nodding her head. He pulled his wallet out to pay, and the girl managed a few words of conversation with him before directing the two of you down to the end of the counter with one finger and another smile at your husband, who dropped the entirety of his change into the tip jar as he pushed you forward. “Gotta flirt to get bigger portions,” he mumbled as you waited, raising one eyebrow at him as you shook your head. 

 “Then I’m going to get a thimble full of sorbet and you’re going to get an entire batch piled on top of your cone, Lo.” He laughed, his arm going around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, lips pressing against your temple. Since the end of your bet and the increase in speculation by the tabloids, you and Logan had been more affectionate in public than usual, which made him happy. He wasted no opportunity to kiss you and touch you, showing whoever was watching where his attention was, and although he still flirted, there was no weight to his actions. 

 After only a few minutes, a different employee handed you your orders - Logan’s cone at least double the size of yours - and you headed back out the door, since all of the indoor seating was taken. “Wanna sit by the lagoon? I know it’s hot, but at least there’s a breeze.” Logan nodded, his free hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street and the small parking lot, taking seats on the concrete benches. “Thank you, Lo.” You waited until he’d eaten some of his cone, tongue swirling around the heaping scoops of gelato in an attempt to keep it from melting. 

 “No problem.” He turned his head to look at you, a smile on his face as he watched you spoon up your sorbet, mouth back on his own dessert. “Good?” He spoke through a mouthful of gelato, lips turned up in a smile as he waited. You nodded, licking the back of your spoon and shifting closer to Logan. “Can I taste it?” He pointed to your cup, licking his lips and you nodded, readying your spoon. 

 “Yeah, which one? The peach or the -” He cut you off when he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue moving in your mouth as he sought out the taste of your sorbet. Sneaky bastard, you thought as you leaned into the kiss, feeling Logan’s fingers curling around the back of your neck to hold you in place. 

 “Delicious,” he whispered as he pulled back, eyes darker than usual. “Tastes even better on you.” your lips parted without pause as you looked at him, but after only a few seconds, your attention was drawn to Logan’s forearm, where a drip of gelato was working its way toward his elbow. He noticed it when you did, transferring his cone to his left hand and raising the pointed end to his mouth, sucking hard. “Shit.” He mumbled as you giggled, setting your own cup down as you reached out for his arm, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Ankyou,” he spoke around the bottom of his cone, still sucking the melted gelato through the small hole. But you didn’t pick up a napkin, instead twisting his arm so that the drip was on the top, lowering your head and sticking your tongue out. He hissed as you licked a path up his arm, collecting the liquid gelato and swallowing. Oh, that’s good. “Fucking stop that.” His voice was low and Logan was holding the cone off to the side, eyes trained on you. 

 “Stop what, Lo?” You looked up at him, not caring that there were other people sitting near you, because when Logan looked at you like he was only a few seconds from tearing your clothes off, you were unable to think straight. “I just wanted to taste you… your gelato.” He closed his eyes, lip curling and took a deep breath, standing. “Lo, whe-” He turned his arm, gripping you tightly and pulled you up too, shaking his head. 

 “We’re going home.” Oh. “Grab that cup and let’s go, because we’re going home and we’re going to continue this.”

 “But it’ll melt, Logan, it’s already…” He stepped forward, tossing his remaining cone and gelato into the trash can before he turned back to you, pointing at the cup that was still half full and sitting on the bench. 

 “I’ll turn the air on in the car and you can hold it in front of the vent. It’s only fifteen minutes.” You laughed, but Logan’s tone was serious. “I want it to melt,” he said simply. “But I want it to melt on you.” Yes, please. “Because…” He bit down on his lip before he spoke again. “You think licking my arm was worth it? You think that kiss was…” He shook his head, gaze moving down your body and then back up. “Think about that, but all over.” You shivered as he leaned in, speaking into your ear. “You’re gonna taste so good.” 

 Within seconds, you and Logan were moving back across the parking lot, the cup of rapidly melting sorbet still in one hand. “Hey, Lo?” You looked over at him as he pulled back onto PCH, his eyes trained on the road in front of him. You were playing with fire and you knew it, but that’s how it had been for the entire three years of your relationship. “You always taste good.” 

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[grizztomysam]

Grizzam College Song Fic AU Preview : Mumford & Sons - If I Say

Angst galore and homophobic slurs present...so just forwarned....

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Grizz and Sam finally establish a friendship after being partnered in English class during the start of Grizz’s senior year. Although it skirts the borders of what is deemed platonic. Shared glances after inside jokes are exchanged linger a little too long, accidental and not so accidental touches result in hitched breaths and Grizz preens a little to much whenever Sam looks at his lips when he’s speaking.

Months pass, the duo get considerably closer and Grizz scraps his initial plan to come out in college. 

He’s fallen in love, it’s no longer a crush. 

He’ll tell Sam his true feelings after their last game for the season and ask Sam to prom.

The night before this was to happen, Grizz is over at Sam’s studying for midterms. Sam says a particularity witty quip to something Grizz can’t even remember but he’s laughing and crying and Sam has somehow straddled him tickling his sides making him laugh harder. And he can’t hold back any longer, flips them both and kisses Sam likes he’s always wanted to. Since the first time he’d glimpsed the blued eyed boy when he was 12. 

There too caught up in the moment to see the figure watching and recording from the slit in Sam’s slightly opened bedroom door.

Before Grizz leaves he makes sure Sam will be coming to the game. 

“Of course, it’s your last” Sam’s lips are especially red and so inviting. Grizz wants so bad to kiss him again.

“I have something to tell you.”

“So secretive” Sam signs with a soft smirk, eyes shining.

Grizz just smiles back, kisses him gently on the cheek and leaves.

But life’s a bitch. Somehow adverse to letting people be....happy.

Campbell comes into his room a while later, he’s still on cloud nine and can’t seem to fall asleep. But the look on his brother’s face...his eyes have a calculated quiet to them, stark and garish juxtaposition to the smile on his lips, has Sam sitting, nerves electric and hackles up.

“Stay away from Visser, Fag.” He says this without preamble. Says it as if he’s telling his little brother goodnight and not to let the bed bugs bite.

“Why?” He’s learned to speak in controlled tones, volume steady and low. That’s how you speak to a rabid dog, muscle tensed and ready to pounce.

“Because the boy’s got a bright future. Football scholarship and all. Wouldn’t want to be the reason that gets taken away.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh Sam, you sure are daft. Let me talk in laymen’s terms. You break this abomination of a relationship you have with Grizz. And I’ll make sure William behaves tomorrow night.”

“Who the fuck is William.” The creeping dread that’s got the hair on his nape standing dissolves his resolve.

“Tsk Tsk, language, Samuel.....You see William is a boy that happens to love the little pills I give him every other week. Can’t get enough of them. He also happens to be on the opposing team playing against Visser tomorrow. A defensive linebacker...big massive boy. One word from me. I don’t know...something about not having anymore of his favorite pills unless he does something to Grizz Visser during game night. Nothing big. A broken arm...leg.”

“I hate you!” He doesn't so much scream it but breath it from every hurting vein in his body. 

Because he hates Campbell. With the very fiber of his being he wants to take something sharp and stab it into the jugular of his brother’s neck. Watch him bleed out until there is nothing left but a sunken shell.

“I know...Do what’s right.” He leaves, an almost pitying look on his face, as if this was something out of his control.

“Why...”

He turns back to look...blinks with empty eyes and smiles. “Because I can, little brother.”

Sam doesn’t sleep that night. Gets sick twice at 4 in the morning. Cries silent  wracking sobs as he grips the rim of the toilet bowl. 

He manages to avoid Grizz during the day. Ignores the texts that pile up. Skips the one class they have together after feigning a stomach ache. Even tho it really wasn't’ pretend.

He arrives home and finally texts back “Sorry ate something weird after you left last...night spent most of the day at the nurses office..I’ll see you at the game tonight”

The answer text is immediate “Awe..I could have kept you company...I can’t wait to see you.”

It leaves a tightness in his throat, so he closes his eyes and tries to disappear into the nothingness for a while. Tries not to feel.

He sends a text asking Grizz to meet him under the bleachers before the game, arrives an hour before to make sure there’s plenty of time for Grizz to sneak away and see him. 

He can almost feel the eagerness from Grizz’s text. Pictures his face, all bright eyed, nose scrunched in that adorable Grizz way, eyes crinkled at the corners with a grin.

Sure no problem. I missed you all day.

He wants to run away, far where no one can hear him and he can scream until his lungs burn out and his eyes no longer know how to cry. 

Grizz is waiting for him, decked out in his football uniform, hair in that topknot that drives him crazy. He’s all anxious energy and beauty. Sam has to look down pretending to pick at lint from his sweatshirt. Blinks hard and steels himself.

“Hey, you ok?” Grizz has ambled forward from his lean against the wall, eyes concerned, arms offered to hold.

Grizz is going to see right through this whole thing.

He walks pass him and leans against the opposite wall. The worry on Grizz’s face cuts at his heart with a blunt knife.

“You sad?...Last game and all.” He’s stalling but his mind is blank.

Grizz doesn’t push and walks towards him. So close that if he looks up from his gaze that’s now level with Grizz’s chest, all he’d have to do for a kiss was rise up slight on his toes because Grizz has leaned down tilting his chin up.

“I was going to wait until after, but I really want to kiss you right now and I need to say this first.” And Sam is crying because life is fucking unfair.

‘I love--”

“Stop....you don’t” he signs and sobs,  pushing the older boy away. 

Grizz stands steady, grabbing his face, confusion laced with an unease that has Grizz frantically searching his eyes.

“Sam--what is this?...Last night--” 

“Exactly...last night. Was a mistake.” He won’t look Grizz in the eye, instead focusing on his lips

“No!! It wasn’t!”

“Yes...this thing can’t happen. You don’t want me like that..feel for me like that. You think you do but you’ll wake up tomorrow..or few days later and realize all this won’t be worth it.”

Grizz roughly shakes his head at the words, forcing Sam to look him in the eye, hands firm but gentle as they wipe his tears away.

“No” It’s a sharp exhaled declaration,” I’m been feeling this for a while now. And I know you feel the same way--”

“Don’t you dare! You’re telling me how I feel now? What? Because your Grizz Visser?? Star football player..who fucking quotes shit like your from the dead poet’s society. Got girls practically salivating to get you to look at them. And me..the fucking gay deaf kid. Poor little Sam Eliot. You must think I’m so desperate. Pathetic enough to jump at the chance to have a piece of you..huh??  I’m probably some pet project...check off your box for humanitarian electives.”

Grizz stays quiet, frozen shock but visibly flinches at the words that are hurled in a slurred deluge from Sam’s mouth.

“News flash, Grizz, this might be a shocker, rejection is probably a foreign concept but I. Don’t. Want. You!!” he spits it out, tries to sign with trembling fingers that wish to rip Campbell from limb to limb.

He wants to wash his mouth out with bleach.

“This isn’t you..I don’t believe a word that’s coming out of your mouth.” It’s a whispered sentiment as Grizz drops his hands from his cheek, into balled fists by his side and the sudden emptiness in Grizz’s wet gaze is starting to scare Sam.

But he loves Grizz. 

Fuck.

He really really does. And he’ll hurt Grizz first before Campbell can touch him.

And Campbell hurting Grizz scares him more.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

He leaves without looking back. 

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If I say I love you, then I love you

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This song hurts my insides so good...and le ideas came about. Please listen to this song if you want your heart ripped out and tap danced on. 

Just a taste people..got legit concrete ideas of how i want to finish this...So let me know if ya want more. 

[rowdywarrior85]

STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: 8/11, PART 3 (ISSUE 4)

JONATHAN: MOM, STOP!!!

KAREN: Come on, Joyce he’s had enough.

(Jonathan and Karen pull Joyce off a bruised and bloodied Neil.)

NEIL: (groaning, coughing) You crazy bitch. You make me bleed on the goddamn street?

JOYCE: LICK IT UP, BABY!! LICK IT… THE FUCK… UP!!!

(Nancy nods at the deputies, giving them a signal that only they and she know. The deputies make their way to Neil.)

CALLAHAN: Neil Hargrove?

NEIL: What?!

CALLAHAN: We have a warrant for your arrest.

NEIL: What are you talking about? You should be arresting that psycho bitch that damn near killed me.

POWELL: Oh, the warrant’s definitely for your ass. Besides, we have a rule here in Hawkins. Never, ever cross the mama bear. By that, I mean Joyce Byers.

(Powell winks at Joyce, who smiles at the deputies.)

Your under arrest for the charges of domestic violence, battery, and civil unrest. We also have a tape recording delivered to us after the shit that went down at the Starcourt. It details your tirade at the Wheeler residence.

(Neil looks up to Nancy, who scratches her head with her middle finger, intentionally flipping him the bird.)

POWELL: Callahan, stand his ass up, cuff him and read him his rights.

(Callahan stands Neil up and starts to cuff him. He gets one hand, but before he could get the other hand, Neil rear headbutts him, turns to take his revolver, knocks Callahan out then turns to aim it at Nancy.)

NEIL: GODDAMN YOU!!!

POWELL: Drop the gun now!

(Powell tries to get his gun out, as Neil thumbs back the hammer. Jonathan shields Nancy.)

SUSAN: NEIL, NO!!

KAREN: NANCY!!!

(Suddenly, Neil’s hands are unexpectedly sliced off. He and the crowd tries to figure out what just happened, then he feels a strong stab in his stomach. He looks down, and sees the point of a blade materialize out of thin air, which gives way to a sword, held by hands, which give way to Kali standing behind her. He falls to his knees.)

KALI: Bet you didn’t see that coming, did ya, prick?

WILL: (whispers to Mike) I did.

NEIL: (choking on his blood) Who the fuck are you?

(Kali twists the cutting edge upward and slides the blade up to the heart, cleaving it in half. She inches to Neil’s ear.)

KALI: Me? I’m the Goddess of Death, bitch.

(Kali twists the sword again, and pulls it out. A geyser of blood blasts out the entry and exit wounds. She walks beside Neil as he leans forward. By the time he leans 10°, she proceeds to lop his head off, sending it flying as she walks forward. She catches the head by the time she flicks the blood off her sword and sheathes it. She stares at Powell and Callahan.)

POWELL: Hey, honey. I didn’t see shit, aight? RIGHT, CALLAHAN?

CALLAHAN: Yeah, not a goddamn thing.

(Kali smiles at the deputies, and walks on. She then walks by Max and Susan.)

SUSAN: Th-Thank you.

(Kali looks to Susan, winks at her, and continues to walk on to the casket. She approaches the Billy’s casket and places the head right in the middle, right on the crack.)

(Japanese) Rest easy, Billy. May you find the peace that evaded you your whole life.

(She bows to the casket, then walks away. But not before looking to El, with a look of momentary horror over what just happened.)

(English) Oh, don’t give me that. You would’ve fucked him up even worse if you were up to par.

(El nods at Kali in agreement. Kali goes to Will in comfort, while Joyce, Karen and Susan look at the carnage.)

KAREN: Sweet Jesus.

JOYCE: Trust me, I’ve seen much worse.

LIZ: Yo, Byers.

(The moms look to the Mom Squad as they approach her. Liz goes to shake Joyce’s hand in respect.)

On behalf of of the ladies, I congratulate you in your sense of womanhood.

JOYCE: Oh, thank you.

BLONDIE: Listen, we’re getting together at the bar after the reception. Karen can bring you and Susan along.

JOYCE: I appreciate it, girls. But… there’s still one more funeral I must attend to.

(At Hopper’s mobile homestead, the Party and a few others listen to Kali reading Hopper’s pep talk that never happened. Joyce sits beside Will, Mike and El. Nancy stands by Jonathan, Lucas by Max, Dustin by Erica, Steve and Robin, even Powell by Callahan. Most shed tears during Kali’s reading, until she gets to even more of Hopper’s note, which acts a request to El in the years to come.)

KALI: (reading) Feelings. The truth is, for so long, I’ve forgotten what those even were. I’ve been stuck in one place, in a cave, you unearthly might say. A deep, dark cave. And then, I left some Eggos out in the woods, and you came into my life and for the first time in a long time, I started to feeling things again. I started to feel happy. But lately, I guess I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like you’re pulling away from me or something. I miss playing board games every night, making triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, watching westerns together before we doze off. But I know you’re getting older. Growing. Changing. And I guess, if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. So, I think maybe that’s why I came in here, to maybe stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. And yeah, sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes it’s sad. And sometimes, it’s surprising. Happy. So, you know what? Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from ‘em, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave. But, please, if you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad,…

(Mike chuckles as he folds up the speech, looking to El.)

…keep the door open three inches.

(El laughs at the closing remark. Afterwards, they all go outback. Joyce carries a funeral wreath with Hopper’s picture in the middle. In the background, Dustin starts singing a slow, bluesy version of Jim Croce’s YOU DON’T MESS WITH JIM with Robin plucking away at an acoustic guitar. As the wreath floats down the pond in the backyard, the camera pans down the funeral line as Dustin sings the chorus. Starting with El, Mike and Joyce with Powell and Callahan embracing each other. Kali holding Will in a warm comfort, as are Nancy and Jonathan, and Lucas and Max. We see Dustin blasting the chorus a second time with soul, Erica at his side, with Steve and a guitar-toting Robin. We also see Marissa, Hopper’s former paramour. We see Murray, standing at ease. And of course, standing over the line on the deck, is Dr. Owens. Afterwards, the Party have their snacks and drinks. Joyce notices Murray looking to the pond, so she goes to him.)

MURRAY: (sniffling) You know, I wish… there was some way… I can tell Alexei that… that we did it. We won.

(Joyce places her hand on Murray’s shoulder.)

JOYCE: I’m sure he knows, Murray. They both know.

(Murray gives a tearful smiles to Joyce as they hug. Dr. Owens walks in.)

OWENS: Mr. Bauman, Joyce.

JOYCE: Dr. Owens.

OWENS: I wish to give my condolences to the both of you. Your Russian friend, Alexei, his death has been informed via the Russian Embassy to his family in Moscow, at to your request, Mr. Bauman. Jim was the best of all of us, Joyce. I want you to know that.

JOYCE: Thank you.

MURRAY: Joyce, I’ll be seeing ya. Doc.

OWENS: Mr. Bauman. By the way, Joyce, I see El has a “sister”.

(Joyce and Owens see El and Kali conversating.)

JOYCE: Yes, she was very instrumental in helping us in this “Starcourt” incident. Plus, she’s the closest thing to family she’s got, other than us.

OWENS: Hmm, I think I know what you’re about to ask me.

(Joyce looks to Owens.)

I’ll make the preparations before your big move.

JOYCE: Thanks.

(3 months later. Moving Day has arrived for the Byers Family. The Party help Joyce, Jonathan, Will and El load the U-HAUL. Lucas and Max give Dustin shit about the NEVERENDING STORY song sung over the radio during the BATTLE OF STARCOURT, Mike and El have their final moments of quality time, and Will finds Kali in his empty bedroom.)

KALI: So, this is it, eh?

WILL: Yeah. You know, you could come with us.

KALI: William, we’ve been through this already.

(Joyce listens in on the conversation.)

I don’t do families. The last closest thing to one I had was taken from me. I don’t want to be responsible from destroying yours, just for staying for you. Besides, I’d be better off alone.

JOYCE: You don’t have to be, sweetheart.

(Kali and Will turn to Joyce, who has an envelope.)

Dr. Owens gave Jim custody over El, so he wanted you to have this.

(Joyce give Kali an envelope, she opens it, revealing a custody paper, giving her a new identity of KALI BYERS.)

Owens said this gives me custody over you. You can finally live a normal life, this way you can be with El, and you and Will can still be together. Providing you don’t use your abilities in any way for a year. So, does that sound something you can be interested in, “daughter”?

(Kali slowly smiles at this opportunity presented to her. Later, the U-HAUL is packed, along with the cars. The Byers and El say their goodbyes to the Party, leaving Kali to give the final send-off.)

KALI: Maxie.

MAX: It’s been great knowing you.

KALI: By the way, I have something to give you. I wanted to give you this before the shit hit the fan, but now would be a good time.

(Kali gives Max a wallet-sized photo of her inscribed by her father.)

I was about to leave LA when he gave me this. He misses you very much.

(Max starts weeping and hugs Kali.)

MAX: (tearfully) Thank you.

(They both kiss each others’ cheeks. Kali then goes to Lucas, and they hug.)

KALI: Don’t ever let go of her, Lucas.

LUCAS: Girl, I don’t intend to. Besides, I think we’re gonna be okay, thanks to you.

(Kali winks to the couple, then goes to hug Dustin.)

KALI: Well, Dustin, hopefully the next time we meet, we’ll finally meet this Suzie of yours.

DUSTIN: Oh, totally, absolutely.

(She then goes to hug Nancy.)

KALI: Not to worry, Nancy. I’ll keep Jonathan clean for you.

NANCY: Thanks for everything.

(They kiss each others’ cheeks, then Kali finally makes for Mike.)

MIKE: I honestly don’t know what to say to you.

KALI: Some things are better left unsaid.

(Mike extends his hand to shake Kali’s, and they do. Suddenly, Mike judo throws Kali to the ground. Kali laughs at this move.)

(laughing) I knew that was going to happen.

MIKE: Had to be done.

(Mike helps Kali up, then they hug.)

Don’t let anything happen to El, Kali.

KALI: Consider it done.

(Kali gives one last look to the Party before boarding Jonathan’s car.)

It’s been a honor rolling with you, mates. Right! Let’s roll on then, shall we?

(Kali boards Jonathan’s car with Will, and follow Joyce and El in the U-HAUL, driving away from Mike and the gang. El and Joyce drive tearfully to wherever the future leads, while in Jonathan’s car, Jonathan deals with his little brother making out with the newest addition of the family.)

KALI: So, where do we go from here?

JONATHAN: Well, Mom’s last boyfriend left her a house in Maine. So, that’s where we’re going.

KALI: But, what does that mean to me?

WILL: Don’t worry, you’re part of a family now, Kali. That means we’re never gonna give up on you, “I’m” never gonna give up on you.

KALI: Now, don’t you go promises you can’t keep, darling.

(The newly christened couple continue kissing, as the Byers Express drives onto the horizon, pass the sign that says YOU ARE NOW LEAVING HAWKINS. COME BACK AGAIN SOON.)

The End…?

#JusticeForBilly

[possiblyawritingblog]

Moment

•Gif isn't mine

•@animataciturnal

•However I did edit it a bit so theres that

•Feedback is appreciated

•This is sickeningly sweet

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William "Billy" Noah Thomas Hargrove is a player. A lone wolf that preys on attractive people, attacking those who dare to get close. That was except for her of course. She was artsy, shy, determined and witty. She had Billy drooling at the mouth the moment he saw her. She was a goddess in his eyes in every way. However he didn't dare say anything about it, oh no, they had been and will continue to be just friends despite his infatuation with her.

You maybe think,

"Is he worried about rejection?"

Well, you're not quite off.

She is his ray of light in the darkness that is his life. She helps him with his demons without even trying nor knowing. Billy doesn't dare speak up in fear that he will lose her like he loses everything he holds near and dear.

That brings us to now, the two of them cruising on the open Hawkings roads. Him, with one arm on the rim of the open window and the other holding the wheel, looking at her occasionally trying not to get too distracted by her over-the-top dancing.

"In my life, there's been heartache and pain,"

"I don't know if I can face it again,"

"Can't stop now, I've traveled so far, to change this lonely life,"

'Oh, how ironically cruel.', he thinks to himself while he watches her sing the lyrics. She clenches her hand in a fist bringing it to her chest,

"I want to know what love is. I want you to show me,"

She sings the words, looking towards him. For a moment nothing is said between the two. The radio continues while they briefly, lock eyes before he turns his gaze back to the road. She can't help but suspect something is chewing at him. Soon the song finishes and another begins, it's her favorite artist, she doesn't waste a second in telling him to pull over immediately.

"Bill, stop the car now."

"What?" he questions, "You can't be serious, we're basically in the middle of nowhere." Billy gestures toward the dimly lit road.

"You act as if I give a damn, besides your here to protect me from what lurks in the night." She teases, winking at him.

After what seems like a hot quick second, he relentlessly agrees.

"Fine, but don't do anything too stupid."

"Don't make me deck ya', Hargrove, 'cuz you know I will," she declares as Billy drives the car to a standstill on the side of the road. Grabbing the volume dial, she immediately turns it up. With the music louder than before she steps out of the car, twirling like an idiot. Shes sure there isn't much left to the song yet this doesn't prevent her from giving it her all.

"Oh, once in your life you find someone,"

"Who will turn your world around,"

"Bring you up when you're feelin' down,"

She moves up the road towards the hood of the car.

"And baby, you're all that I want,"

"When you're lyin' here in my arms,"

"I'm finding it hard to believe,"

"We're in heaven,"

Her body moves to where Billy stands between the car and the open door. He lets he gently grab his rough hand in hers, tugging him towards the hood of the Camaro.

"Yeah, and love is all that I need,"

"And I found it there in your heart,"

"It isn't hard to see,"

"We're in heaven, yeah,"

She sings to anyone who is listing, although mostly to him and herself, while she gets him in front of the blue muscle car. He feels his guard drop when she obliviously smiles at him, totally unaware of what she is doing to him. All the past thoughts he previously had, seem to vanish at that moment. Briefly, he thinks how crazy he is to let any cynical, doubtful, ideas keep him away from this, this bliss that he felt with her. She catches his attention once more when she begins to sing again,

"I've been waitin' for so long,"

"For somethin' to arrive,"

"For love to come along,"

He leans back onto the car. She pushes herself few little steps away from him, however still not letting go of her grip on his hand.

"Now our dreams are comin' true,"

"Through the good time and the bad,"

"Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you,"

She begins to sing softly.

"And baby, you're all that I want,"

"When you're lyin' here in my arms,"

"I'm finding it hard to believe,"

"We're in heaven,"

"And love is all that I need,"

"And I found it there in your heart"

She moves back to him, stopping right in front of him. Always one for dramatic flair, she rests a hand on his solid chest. Understanding her motives Billy smiles a genuine smile. One of pure affection.

"It isn't too hard to see,"

"We're in heaven, heaven, oooh,"

With his large hand he delicately, as if she would break with the slightest amount of force, grabs her waist pulling her even closer. Almost inaudibly they sang the last remaining lyrics in harmony.

"You're all that I want,"

"You're a all that I need,"

Staring at one another, their adrenalin sores both from the closeness of their bodies and what was inevitably to happen next, a kiss a sweet, short yet blissful kiss that let go of not only his emotion but hers as well.

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@myscxllanxous

@dacremontgomerylover

[tmarie82]

A Necessary Arrangement (Part Eight)

A Desire and Decorum AU

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x MC (Ella Mills)

Book: Desire and Decorum (AU= Alternate Universe)

Word Count: ~3,050

Rating:  PG-13

Author’s Note:  It’s time!  This is the final chapter in this little AU series!  Thank you to everyone who has kept up with Ernest and Ella’s journey together.  I hope you enjoy the conclusion!

Please let me know if you would like to be added to my tag list.  You can find all of my fics in my Masterlist on my homepage.

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“You look so serious, Mr. Sinclaire.”  Ella smirked playfully over her cards, observing as her husband’s eyes flitted over his own.  His brows furrowed and his lips were pursed as he studied his hand for his next move, creating what Ella deemed as the most adorable pensive expression.  Of course, these days she had come to find that most of his facial expressions possessed at least some level of adorableness in her eyes.

Ernest’s lips tugged at one corner, although he never allowed his gaze to leave his cards.  “My next play may be the difference between victory or defeat.  You have become remarkably talented at this game recently, my lady.”  

Ella chuckled softly, a proud smile spread across her face.  “This is true, husband … but only because we have been playing so frequently.”  She could not decide which aspect made her prouder … the fact that she had become quite the skilled card player or that her skill had been acquired over the countless hours she had spent alone with her husband.

As odd as it would seem to an outsider, courting her own husband had been the most enjoyable (and daresay, romantic) experience of her life thus far.  Now that their mutual feelings had been established, the pair felt a new sense of comfort and affection during their frequent interactions.  Not to mention, Ella had become bolder and more generous with her affections as time had progressed.

Days had turned to weeks, the couple finding that time really does go by so much quicker when you are with someone you … care deeply about.  As the weather turned colder, the two had found their trips outside becoming less frequent, providing ample time to spend together in the warmth of their own home.  Ernest had taught Ella his few parlor tricks, more specifically his favorite card games, a move that had backfired as his wife became increasingly capable of beating him at his own games.  Many a lazy day were spent curled up by the fire reading together, Ella’s head resting upon Ernest’s lap or upon his firm shoulder.  The duo would sup together, often retiring to their parlor afterwards with a glass of brandy each to converse into the late hours.  It was these late nights that Ella loved most, the uninhibited dialogues with her husband as they discussed anything and everything.  

Today Ella was making her best attempt to distract Ernest, playing his favorite game and flirting with him to keep his mind of the impending afternoon.  Over the course of the weeks, the pair had met with Ernest’s lawyer twice to strategize their next play in the dispute over Ledford Park and discuss the arrangements for Ella’s stepmother and brother.  Little progress had been made thus far, however the news of Felicity giving birth to a healthy baby boy last week had cast a dark shadow over the situation.  Despite her reassurances, Ella could see the worry in Ernest’s downcast eyes every time the case was mentioned.  Yesterday a letter had arrived from their lawyer stating that there was new evidence on the matter and inviting them to visit the law office this afternoon, and Ella knew immediately it would be her job over the next day to keep Ernest’s mind occupied with more pleasant matters.  

After what seemed like an eternity, Ernest finally glanced up from his cards with one eyebrow arched speculatively and placed a single card down for his next play.  He smirked, a confident gleam in his eyes as he stared her down defiantly.  “Your turn.”

Casting her gaze to her cards, Ella’s eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she ran over her options in her mind.  Ernest watched her intently, an amused smile on his lips as he admired her competitive focus.  Finally she gave a loud sigh, shrugging her shoulders before timidly retrieving one card and setting it atop the stack.  “Well, I am sorry, husband …” she flicked her eyes upwards to meet his, a wicked smile forming on her lips, “but I seem to have won again.”

Ernest tossed his cards down with a scoff and rubbed his hand over his forehead in frustration.  A few seconds later Ella heard the rumble of a laugh, noticing his chest vibrating at the noise and his lips turn up in a grin.  When he finally dropped his hand to his lap and slumped back in his chair defeatedly, he raised his gaze to hers again, his eyes dancing playfully as he spoke.  “I have officially decided that I shall never teach anything again, for it is turning out to be quite destructive to my ego.”  He said with a low chuckle.

Ella laughed, leaning forward to stack the cards back neatly.  As she tied the deck in a tidy ribbon, she glanced up to find him watching her thoughtfully.  She arched a brow, giving him a spirited look.  “Alas husband, you are mistaken … for you have already promised to teach me skittles once we return to the country in the spring.”  Her remark elicited a a cheeky grin from Ernest, who shook his head amusedly.  “But do not fret, dear husband … for this time I promise I shall go easy on you.”  She gave him a sly wink, and Ernest could not fight the bout of laughter that spilled from his mouth.

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The couple was escorted into the office of Mr. Simon Williams by his assistant and asked to make themselves comfortable as they waited for the lawyer.  They both nestled into the inviting leather wingback chairs, but Ernest could not seem to settle himself as he continued to wring his hands together fretfully as he leaned forward over his knees.  Ella had said little of the meeting on their way over in the carriage, still attempting to distract him and his worrisome mind, but now that they were here she knew there was little she could say to alleviate his concerns.  All she could do was support him, which she did by grasping one of his hands in her own and bring it to her lips for a comforting kiss.  Ernest seemed to come back to reality for a moment at her action, giving her a thankful smile and releasing a short gust of breath before settling back into the chair.

Luckily the pair did not have to wait long as Mr. Williams came bustling in within just a few minutes, a portfolio of papers pressed tightly with one arm against his rotund belly.  He grumbled a curt greeting to Ernest and his young wife with a nod as he settled into his chair behind the desk.  Ella held Ernest’s hand tighter, although it did not go unnoticed that his free hand was gripping the arm of his chair so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Mr. Williams finally glanced up, leaning forward over his desk and clasping his hands together before speaking.  “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclaire … thank you so much for braving this horrid weather today to come meet with me.  I believe that news of this magnitude is best to deliver in person.”  Ella felt Ernest’s hold of her hand tighten slightly, and gave him a reassuring squeeze in return.  “I received correspondence two days ago from Duke Richards’s lawyer … including evidence that Ledford Park has indeed been left to both your grandfather and his sister back in 1781.  There was also records from a similar case of familial inheritance from eight years ago that documents a division of assets upon the court ruling.”  Ernest retrieved his hand from Ella’s and dropped his head, holding his head in both hands and running his fingers through his hair in dismay.

Mr. Williams paused upon noticing Ernest’s reaction, a look of understanding behind his aging gaze.  “I cannot imagine how disappointing this news is to hear, Ernest … but I think if you’ll hear the rest of what I have to say your mood will be greatly improved.”

Ernest’s face lifted swiftly with a quiet gasp, his hopeful stare meeting the lawyer’s earnestly.  Ella slid her hand to grip his shoulder as they both waited impatiently for the older gentleman to continue.

“Now, these case records were very disheartening to say the least, and upon reviewing them I had little hope for your dispute.”  Mr. Williams cocked his brow with a sly smirk at them, then proceeded to dig through the stack of papers before him.  Finally he extracted a single document, a handwritten letter, and handed it over to the couple.  “This arrived later on that same day from your cousin, Felicity.”

Ernest gaze twisted in a puzzled expression as he tentatively grasped the letter, holding it between him and Ella so that they could read together.  His eyes flitted over Felicity’s words as he read in silence, Ella reciting the words aloud along with him.  

“To my cousin Ernest Sinclaire and his wife Ella,

As I am certain that you will both begin reading this letter with doubts of my intentions, I have chosen to enlist the support of your lawyer in this matter to ensure that there is no chance for any dispute in the future.  

I have felt great shame and embarrassment of my behavior since the evening of your dinner party last month, in addition to my complacency in my husband’s obsession over my claim to Ledford Park.  I offer my sincerest apologies for the hurtful words I spoke of you.  I have no excuse for my behavior except perhaps that I was jealous to witness the happiness of your marriage firsthand.  Although I have tried to make the best of my union with Tristan, I have come to learn that he is only driven by his power and greed and has no care for the well-being of myself or our son outside of how we may benefit him.

In regards to my son, little Frederick immediately captured my heart the moment he arrived in this world.  I want to be my best self for him, to show him how to be an honorable man as he grows.  It is this desire that has brought me to the decision to forfeit my claim to Ledford Park.  I have no emotional ties to the estate and no need for the additional wealth as my husband would desire.  Ledford Park belongs in the hands of you two, who will cherish it and care for it to pass along to your own children.

I hope you can forgive me for my despicable behavior and understand why I did not attempt to make this proclamation in person.  It is my greatest wish that we shall reunite as a family as our grandparents were and that my son shall grow up knowing you in his life.

Your devoted cousin,

Lady Felicity Richards”

Ernest set the letter down on his lap and sank back in his chair, his mouth ajar in surprise despite his inability to speak.  “Ernest?”  Ella asked softly, placing her hand over his.  “Are you not happy with this most wonderful news?”

“I- I- “ he stuttered, his mind still racing at the contents of correspondence.  “I … am astonished, to be honest.”  He lifted his hand, pinching his chin between his index finger and thumb with a blank expression.  Suddenly he released a soft guffaw, a satisfied smirk spread across his mouth.  “I just can’t believe it to be true.” He lifted his gaze to meet Ella’s beside him, relishing in the glow of her wide smile, reaching to grasp her hand and bringing it to kiss her palm.  Ella beamed as she observed the lightheartedness behind his stare, the weight and the worry of their predicament … suddenly gone.

“Well, I see you two have much to be thankful for this holiday season!  I could not have asked for a better turn out on the matter.” Mr. Williams clapped his hands together with a self-satisfied air.  As he glanced between the two, his brow furrowed as he remembered something and began digging through his papers again.  “Ah, but while I have you here … Mrs. Sinclaire, have you given any more thought to the matter of Countess Henrietta’s future?”

Ella’s smile dropped upon mention of her stepmother, her mind immediately drawn back to the reality of her own unfinished business.  “Umm, I …” She stammered a bit, then cleared her throat and sat tall in her chair to face the lawyer.  “I have decided that she may stay at Edgewater.  With conditions, of course.”  Mr. Williams nodded, an almost proud look in his eyes as he started scribbling notes.  “She will have a modest allowance, and she must continue to run the household when I am away.  But for the most part, Mr. Sinclaire and I shall divide our time between the London house and Ledford Park, so she will retain her independence at Edgewater.”

Mr. Williams finished his scripting, lifting his head to glance between the pair before him.  “This seems very generous, Lady Sinclaire. I shall deliver your decision-“

“Actually, I shall deliver it myself …” Ella interrupted.  “It is my estate, and it is my decision.  I will visit Henrietta once the weather is warm enough and tell her myself.” She sat upright, her stare firm, although she did notice the twinge of a pleased smile upon Ernest’s lips from the corner of her eye.

Simon Williams just nodded, a faint smile upon his face.  “Very well.  I think that is a reasonable request.”  He looked to his desk and began stacking the papers together.  “Now, unless you have any other business, I believe you two have some celebrating to do.”  He glanced over to Ernest with a gleam in his eye.

Ernest stood up and leaned forward to shake the man’s hand.  “Thank you so much, Mr. Williams … I do believe we do.”

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After dinner that evening, the couple retired to the parlor with two glasses of brandy as was customary.  Ella sipped the fiery liquid, already feeling a bit flushed after the glass of celebratory wine from dinner.  She watched as Ernest paced around the room, as if his body and his mind could not still themselves after the excitement of the day.  

“Ernest, will you not come sit down already?  You are making me nervous with all that pacing.”  She gave him a playful smirk when he met her eye, and he immediately complied to come sit beside her on the settee.

“I’m sorry, Ella, I just … just can’t believe it is true.”  He shook his head as if trying to awaken himself from a dream, but realizing he was already awake he cast his stare upon her.  “Are you happy, my dear?”

“I am most decidedly elated, Mr. Sinclaire.”  She raised her hand to stroke her thumb across his cheek, her eyes darkening with affection in the dim light.  “To think of how far we’ve come in just the four months since our wedding … it is astonishing.”  

Ernest’s face turned stern, a hint of fear dancing behind his sapphire eyes.  “Yes, yes I suppose we have.  First the matter of Ledford Park, and then the situation for your inheritance of Edgewater …” his voice trailed off, unsure and unsettled.

Ella grasped his face in her hands, cupping both cheeks in her palms as she pulled him to press his lips against her own.  It was not a timid kiss like she usually initiated, with the shyness of a girl being courted by her beau.  This was a fierce kiss, the hard and unrelenting kiss of a wife giving herself completely to her husband.  She finally pulled away, savoring the breathy gasps escaping Ernest’s lips. “I did not mean that our inheritances are finally in order, Ernest… although that is a relief.  I meant us.”  She paused, her eyes peering into his with such emotion that she feared she may burst. “I meant we have come a long way.  And now, despite my initial wishes to despise you, I find myself hopelessly in love with you, Husband.”

Ernest chuckled, his gaze filled with joy and amazement as he studied her features up close.  “That is the best news I have heard all day, my Ella.  For despite my best attempts to shut you out, it appears that I too have fallen completely in love with my wife.”

Ella’s eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to fall but would never have the chance as she pressed her lips to his again.  She gripped his sandy curls within her fingers, tugging him tightly against her as if she would never let him go.  Ernest’s hands trailed up the sides of her bodice as he pulled her against his chest, finally giving into his hunger to feel her body against his own.  

“Ernest-“ She murmured against his lips between raspy breaths, “Take me to bed, Ernest.”  

Ernest moaned at her request, a carnal hunger stirring within him that had so long been suppressed.  He pulled away breathless, pausing himself to ensure he was not imagining his innermost desires.  His eyes pierced into hers, seeking her permission.  “Ella, I do not wish to rush you-“

Ella grasped his face again, smashing her lips into his. “Ernest, enough talking.  Take me to bed.”  She ran her palms over his shoulders and down his back, urging him to give in.

Ernest separated from her kiss long enough to jump to his feet, yanking her by the hand to standing before lifting her into his arms.  He peered down into her begging gaze, begging to be his finally … and at last he felt a comforting fullness in his heart.  He bent down to place a gentle kiss to her lips, a genuinely happy smile upon his lips.  “Yes, Mrs. Sinclaire.” He whispered softly before carrying her up the stairs to their marriage bed.

END

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Daughters To Wed | One

Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Tom really hates you, mentions of loneliness and depression, it’s not going to be fluffy for a while. 

Word Count: 3,424

Summary: You are the daughter of a man infamous for having many children, only to marry them off in an effort to climb the social ladder and gain more riches. You have grown up hating the idea of marriage, only to be married to the Prince of Braydal, and the future King, Thomas Holland. The both of you are very unwilling partners, and that seems to be the only thing you have in common. It isn’t until things start to crumble around you that you realize there might be more to the cold prince than you thought. 

| Prologue |

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It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t find your husband to be incredibly attractive. His chocolate brown eyes and his disheveled, chestnut curls were a deadly combination that could make many women weak in the knees. Your own sisters had talked of their infatuation for the eldest prince. But the fact that he was good looking meant very little given the fact that he absolutely despised your existence. 

Even when you had gotten married two weeks ago, he’d gone through the whole thing like an animatronic. His eyes had been stone cold and when he wasn’t reciting his vows after the priest, his jaw was so tensed that the tendons in his neck popped out. 

The only good thing about your wedding had been the end of it. 

At the end, after the priest had declared you husband and wife, and the both of you turned back toward each other to kiss, Tom only looked at you long enough to lean forward and brush a feather light kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

Truly, it had been a relief that he hadn’t actually kissed you. The moment you realized you would have to kiss a stranger, in front of hundreds of other strangers, you had tightened your grip on his hands and squeezed your eyes shut as tightly as possible.

Just get it over with, just get it over with. When he pulled away, and your heart finally climbed its way out of your stomach, you’d opened your eyes and released a breath that you hadn’t realized that you had been holding. 

What you couldn’t get out of your head was the short pause afterword where his face still lingered just a few inches from your own, both of your eyes open and your chests rising and falling in sync. 

Most days, Tom looked and spoke to you in a way devoid of all emotion. To you, he was detached and aloof. He was like watching a very bad actor on stage, unsure of how to make facial expressions or convey feelings in his voice. On a good day, you could get some anger out of him. Maybe even a little bit of frustration if you really tried. 

But on that day, when the space between you was so small that your breath mingled together, you had seen something else in his eyes. The moment had been so brief that you could replay the memory in your head one hundred billion times a day and still have more time to think about it. 

As one of your lady’s maids massaged soap into your hair, you stared intently at the very oddly placed royal family portrait just to the side of your tub. Maybe it wasn’t oddly placed given the fact that you were a new member to the household and this room used to be a guest room, except now it was your bedchambers and you were trying to bathe without being stared at by a painting of your husband and your in-laws.

You and Tom had just come back from your honeymoon last night and this was still the most you had seen of him since your wedding day. It had been two long weeks of Tom waking up in the very early hours of the morning, grabbing something to eat from the chef, and spending his day outside in the stables. By the time he came back inside to eat supper, you were already changing into a night gown to settle in for the night.

The sound of one pair of utensils clinking against a plate in the dining room could be heard from your bed chambers down the hall. For thirty minutes, you would lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as you listened to Tom finish his food and walk down the hall to his own bedroom, which was directly next to yours. There was a door that connected your rooms, but neither of you had so much as touched the door knob the entire time you were there.

In the portrait, he is younger than he is now, probably fifteen years old. He stood behind his mother and next to his father, his shoulders back and his chin tilted up ever so slightly. The persona he is trying to give off in the painting is the persona he gives off now; powerful, intimidating, and indifferent. However, the painter has managed to capture the youthful glint in his eyes and the soft smile that seems to be permanently pulling at the edges of his lips. 

It’s a different side to your husband that you’ve never seen before, which really isn’t saying a lot since you’ve only ever seen one side of your husband.

As the girl finishes your hair, you look around your room, just for a change of thought. It’s fairly spacious, far too much for just one person if you were being completely honest with yourself. 

To the right of your bathtub, which has been placed in the very middle of your room, is a fireplace. The portrait hangs half a foot over the mantle, the entire Holland family staring down at you. Unnecessarily large potted plants are placed on either side of the fire place. There are two violet red chaise lounge sofas, one armchair, and one love seat strategically placed around a small coffee table. This whole setup is just a few feet in front of two, tall bay doors that lead out to the balcony. 

To your left is your king sized canopy bed, decked out with plush feather pillows and an even fluffier feather duvet. Curtains hang from the top of the canopy and are tied back to each post of the bed frame. One nightstand is placed on either side of the bed and there is a seat at the very end of the bed. On the right side of the bed, closest to the balcony and the seating area, is a beautiful vanity. And on the other side of the bed is two doors that lead into a closet full of dresses and corsets and every other article of clothing known to woman-kind. 

Everything was colored in creams or soft violet reds and warm golds. The carpeted floor was soft on your feet and everything looked like it was brand new. Alongside the portrait above the fireplace were several other paintings, although none of them depicted the man who hated you and his family. 

“Can I have that portrait taken down, Elizabeth?” You turned to look back at the girl rinsing the last of the soap from your hair. She’s your age, maybe a year or two older, with seafoam green eyes and blonde hair that is pulled back into a very simple braid that is pinned to her head. 

Over the last two weeks, you have learned that Elizabeth is already married to one of the stablehands, William, and they have a son, Nathaniel, who is turning six months old in just a few days. Elizabeth loves to read him fairytales, a skill she learned from the governess, who also happens to be her husband’s sister. 

She has become your best friend and closest confidant in the castle. 

“Yes ma’am, you could if you would like.” Glancing at the painting again, it is hard to ignore the feeling of insecurity and paranoia it gives you. 

“Do I have to ask anyone for permission to have it taken down?” You chew on the inside of your cheek as you look back at Elizabeth. She is squinting her eyes in thought, standing up to wipe her hands on her apron as she thinks. You sit up a little in the tub, puling your back away from the high copper backing. 

“I don’t believe so, these are your rooms now, your high-ugh, lady.” You ignore the mishap, looking back at the picture as Elizabeth goes to grab a bath towel from the armchair that she placed it on when she first came into your room. 

For a second you hesitate, not wanting to overstep any limitations you weren’t aware you had, but when you meet the eyes of your husband in the painting, and they sparkle down at you, you decide the painting must go immediately. 

“I want it gone as soon as possible.” You stand up, still staring into Tom’s eyes, the water splashing around you as you step over the side of the tub and take the towel from Elizabeth. The hairs on your arms stand up as the cold air hits your skin.

“Yes ma’am. Right away.” You nod, turning away from the fireplace to walk over to your closet.

You won’t admit it to him, but when Tom comes stomping into your chambers the next morning, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring, he knows that he is reacting exactly the way you wanted him to. 

“Why did you have them take my family portrait out of here?” He yells. You look rather unfazed as you slip into your dressing gown, dismissing Elizabeth with a gentle smile and a nod of your head. The girl gives a hurried curtsy to the both of you before practically running out of the room. When you meet his gaze, your expression doesn’t change. 

“Why does it upset you, Your Highness?” You ask, walking over to your vanity as you ignore the daggers your husband glares into the back of your head. You don’t even need to look down to wrap your hand around the slender handle of your hairbrush. 

Tom is fuming behind you. He has no idea why it upsets him.

“I asked you a question first.” He growls, plopping down onto the cushioned seat at the foot of your bed, watching you rake the bristles through your long hair. 

“Forgive me, Your Highness, but these are my rooms and I’d rather not have a painting of my husband staring at me at all times.” He meets your eyes in the mirror, ignoring the overwhelming urge to grab you by your shoulders and shake you until your teeth rattled. You were insufferable, like a really annoying child that he couldn’t get unwrapped from his leg. For the rest of his life. 

“You barely look at me when were together in person, you’ll understand that an imitation of your gaze is even more uncomfortable with those circumstances.” You’ve pulled all of your hair in front of you, paying tedious attention to the ends. 

It would be a lie if Tom said that he didn’t find you to be incredibly attractive. He’d caught himself imagining what your skin would feel like beneath his hands or taking deep breaths when your paths crossed to catch a whiff of your scent. Harrison, his good friend and the Duke of Perton, loved to tease Tom by saying that the prince was so in love with you that it blinded him to his true feelings. This was something Tom refused to believe. He hated you, he would always hate you. 

Maybe if he had been given the chance to fall for you, instead of being forced to marry you, he might have loved you. But the only feelings he could truly identify with you were resentment, rage, and sometimes a little lust.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He feigned ignorance, smoothly rising to his feet with his eyes on the door. He hated you, yes, but you were his wife. You were the woman he was to spend the rest of his life with, it was better to treat this relationship like a business arrangement. Because that was what it truly was when you read the fine print. 

Your father had received a royal title, land, money, and a royal marriage to one of his daughters in exchange for his help in the House. Although your father wasn’t a member himself, he held many ties. One of the perks of marrying your many children off to every wealthy suitor available. 

Although Tom wasn’t aware of the specifics, rumor had been that the House had been looking to get rid of a great many things that would have caused a mass chaos throughout the country. (Y/F/N) had been Dominic’s last resort in changing their minds and swinging the House votes in favor of the popular opinion. 

And now, here you were. 

Tom was halfway across your room before you dropped the brush back to the vanity. It clattered very loudly before it fell to the floor, landing at your feet as you stood up to face your husband. He froze, looking back at you with his eyebrows screwed up in confusion. Your lips were parted just enough for Tom to know that you were thinking of saying something risky.

“Just tell me, Thomas.” Ice descended across his nerves at the sound of his name on your lips. Never had he heard you say his name. It was always, “Your Highness,” or, “My Prince.” He met your gaze, startled at what he found there. 

“Tell me how you really feel instead of acting like I am so unintelligent that I cannot see it.” Desperation, sadness, longing, and loneliness. It causes a small ball of guilt and regret to push against his windpipe, but he pushed it away. He shoved it as deep as he could and squared his shoulders.

“You want to know how I feel?” You nod, clenching your fists at your sides. You know what he is going to say, you can see it in his eyes and in his cold demeanor. 

The way he looks standing in front of you like that, commanding the room’s attention with just the straightening of his spine, it reminds you of your father. 

He didn’t care for you very much either.

“I don’t like you, (y/n). In fact, I hate your presence in my life.” His chest rises and falls rapidly, like the two sentences he’d just spoken have taken all the air from his lungs. You sit down, picking the hairbrush up from the floor and placing it back on the vanity. 

“Then let us keep this strictly a public marriage. We can’t have anyone else knowing that we’ve not even consummated this, the nobles will make an event of it.” Tom nods his head as you fiddle with a comb, being sure not to look at him. You don’t want him to know that the confession, despite the fact that you already knew, had truly hurt you. 

Your whole life, you knew you were destined for an arranged marriage. Your eldest sister, Nora, was fifteen years your senior and she had already been married and given birth to one child by the time that you had been born.

You hated the thought of marriage, hated the white dress, and the flowers, and the ceremony. You hated the thought of spending the rest of your life with someone who knew nothing about you, and who would never care to learn anything about you. 

Before meeting the prince, you heard many accounts from many different people that he was a kind and gentle person. He visited hospitals, paying special mind to sick children, on regular occasion and he could strike up a conversation with anyone he met. It was this reputation that made you hope he would exceed your expectations of marriage. 

On the day you officially met your betrothed, you stood in front of the large, looming, mahogany doors to the drawing room. You smoothed your shaking hands down your skirts a thousand times as you tried to calm your breathing.

The dress was pale blue, long sleeved, and stifling hot. The scalp of your head was tender from the many different hairstyles your step-mother had demanded the maids try before finally settling on a very simple curled updo. You had refused any makeup, afraid that you would sweat it all off and look like a whore after a long day’s work in the middle of summer.  

You felt presentable, nervous, but presentable.

When you finally turned the door handle and pushed into the room, three pairs of eyes landed on you. Your father, his stare intense and cool. You’d already been briefed on what would happen should you somehow manage to ruin this for him.

The King’s expression was much more friendly, his eyes crinkling at the corners and a soft smile encouraging you into the room. Perhaps it was the spectacles that sat on the bridge of his nose, or maybe it was something else altogether, but he didn’t intimidate you as much as you thought the King of your country would.

The last stare came from the Prince, who sat in the armchair closest to the door. His legs were crossed and his brown-eyed gaze was intense, almost like your father’s, but in a way that caused a dark blush to heat up your neck and cheeks.

You curtsied so low that you’re sure your knees almost touched the floor, your head bowed as you waited for permission to rise. The King was the one to give the command, rising to his feet to greet you.

“It is so nice to finally make the acquaintance of my future daughter in-law.” His smile widened as he took one of your hands in his grasp, kissing the knuckles before covering the top of your hand with his other hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty.” When you glanced behind the King at the young man who you were really here for, you caught him looking at you in thought.

His head was tilted to the side, his elbow on the arm of the chair, his chin propped on his thumb, and the rest of his fingers curled in front of his lips. Just one sole curl had fallen onto his forehead and you felt like you were standing in front of him naked.

“Thomas.” Dominic looked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes. The Prince stood and started to walk your way, pausing next to you. He was so close that you could feel his breath fan across your neck, sending chills and goosebumps across your skin.

“Nice to meet you, my lady.” His voice was flat and bored. “I’ll be in the carriage waiting for you to finish here, father.”

With that he was gone, brushing past you and pushing through the doors. The King made his apologies, something about Tom still getting used to the idea of marriage and a bunch of other excuses that went right through one ear and out the other. 

That was the moment that you knew your life would be just like you had dreaded it would be. 

“One day, when I am King and I need an heir, but only out of necessity.” He sighs, running his fingers through the curls you would only ever be able to dream about touching. 

“For now, just, just put the portrait back in here, yeah?” You don’t move, pushing your fingernails through the teeth of the golden hair comb. You don’t move, you don’t breathe, and you don’t respond, because you aren’t putting it back up. 

But you don’t tell him that because then he’ll stay longer and you really just want him to leave. You know he has left when you hear the sound of the door click shut behind you and the tension leaves your shoulders.

The tears that fall from your eyes are hot with anger and frustration. You wipe them from your cheeks, standing back up and gently tossing the hair comb back to the vanity as Elizabeth tentatively pokes her head back into your room. 

“My lady? Oh!” She gasps softly, rushing over with worried hummingbird hands that flit about you like it will help. 

“What’s wrong? What can I do?” You sniffle a little just before taking a deep breath and blinking the tears from your eyes. They only seem to come out faster the angrier you get, and you can’t stop being angry until you stop crying.

“When they bring the portrait back into my rooms, I want you to tell them to put it in the very back of my closet with the back of the frame facing the door.” Her eyebrows knit together but she nods her head, coxing you back to the vanity seat.

“Let me help you get ready, my lady.” And you let her, closing your eyes as she runs the brush through your hair, playing the memory from your wedding day through your head.

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Daddy Issues 4- Sapphires [Logan  x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback makes me write faster, please let me know what you think! <3

Summary: Logan doesn’t really like visitors.

Pairing: Logan  x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2227

Gif’s not mine!

When you were 8 years old and Logan was 13, he had this plan to go out and have fun with his douchebag friends. While he normally liked hanging out with you and Juliet, it was those ages that your and his age gap looked too big. Now to think of it, you had a crush on him even back then and you had raised hell, cried and cried until his father told him to take you and Juliet with him. In the end, he’d had no choice but to take you and he’d grumbled about it the whole time.

Now, almost twenty years later, you couldn’t help to think it was basically the same.

Logan shifted in the leather seat, making you snap out of your thoughts and drummed his long fingertips on the arm of the couch.

“You don’t have to wait, Logan.” Juliet stated as William went to get drinks. Logan raised his head, as if he was as lost in his thoughts as you were.

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to wait. The driver will take us, I just wanted to meet him beforehand.”

“Oh you’re gonna love him,” you smiled slightly, checking the time “Besides, you’ll have time to meet him, Logan. He’s gonna be around.”

“How long is he staying here?”

“We haven’t talked about it yet.”

Logan shrugged slightly, “Will he stay for a long time then?”

“To repeat, we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Why is he coming here anyway?” Logan mused, as if he wasn’t listening to you at all while Juliet took her drink from William. “He’s an artist, doesn’t he get his inspiration or whatever from Paris?”

“He says I’m his inspiration.” You said as you took your drink, “Thanks William.”

Logan shot you a look as if he couldn’t believe you and shook his head slightly, “Jesus Christ…”

“What?” Juliet asked, “It’s romantic.”

“It’s a fucking cliché, that’s what it is,” Logan scoffed, “The next thing we know, he will want to paint you naked or something.”

“Oh he already has.”

Logan’s head whipped around and he gawked at you, “I’m sorry?”

“He already has.” You repeated while Juliet grinned,

“Oh god, when?!”

“Like a month into our relationship. It was-”

“He didn’t paint you naked.” Logan stated forcefully as if it would make it real and you licked your lips.

“It was weird actually.” You continued as if he hadn’t cut you off, “He came up with it the first time we met but I mean…”

“Tell me you didn’t allow a fucking cliché to paint you naked like that.”

“I liked it a lot.” You stated, sipping your drink and Logan exhaled through his nose, gritting his teeth before turning to William.

“Where’s my drink?”

“At the bar, Logan.” Juliet said warningly and Logan got up from the couch to walk to the bar, his whole body stiff. William raised his brows.

“Keep going like that and he will deck the guy the moment they meet.”

“I said nothing,” You shrugged and Juliet eyed you.

“Did you really let him paint you naked?”

You made a face, “It’s not as romantic as you see in the movies, I got cold by the end of it and kept sneezing the whole week.”

Juliet let out a laugh “But as far as my brother knows, it was out of a romance movie.”

“Or a porn, more likely.”

William chuckled and crossed his arms, stealing a look at Logan. “Remind me not to piss you off, Y/N.”

You let out a laugh and stood up, “I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t deck anybody, excuse me.” You said and walked to the bar where Logan was downing his whiskey. You took a seat beside him while he kept his eyes on the glass, clenching his jaw.

“You okay?”

Logan was silent for a couple of seconds, then cleared his throat. “Do you remember the first and the last time you’ve sent me a nude picture?”

“That is not a great opening sentence for a nice trip down the memory lane, Logan.”  

“Do you?”

You rolled your eyes and motioned for a drink, “Yeah, because that was also the first time for me. Well- semi nude, I still had a bra and stuff right?”

Logan nodded, “And an hour after you sent it, you made me delete it. In front of you. You were actually holding my phone as I deleted it, because just in case your dad found out-“

“I remember.” You cut him off, and he sipped his drink,

“So now you let people paint you naked?”

“That’s different.”

Logan scoffed, “Is it?”

“A lot of things change in three years.” You turned to look up at him, “And I was… I wasn’t very confident back then. I am now.”

“That’s your explanation?”

“I’m not giving you an explanation.” You stated “Why would I?”

“What if he uses it against you, hm?” he asked suddenly, as if he had just thought about it, “Your father is a huge businessman, do you actually trust this guy enough to-“

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “Yeah I do.”

Olivier was the safe place, at least. You hadn’t really thought about it before, in all honesty one of the biggest reasons why you had invited Olivier there was to piss Logan off, but after your phone call and couple of days thinking about it, you had decided you could actually try it again with him. He was everything you could possibly want, a romantic artist that had no problem with expressing his emotions.

Well, there was something else that you wanted but there was no way you were ever going to think about that.

“More than you trust me?” Logan’s low voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you tried to smile, then shrugged,

“No offense but I don’t think I can ever trust you,” You downed your drink and checked the time, “That’s gone Logan.”

“It doesn’t have to be gone,” he said silently “Y/N, I-“

“Guys!” Juliet called out, making you turn your head, “Come on, he’s almost here.”

You placed the glass on the bar and walked away from the bar with William and Logan following you suit. Juliet linked her arm through yours, giggling excitedly until you saw Olivier and stopped.

You had almost forgotten how cute he was. He smiled at you as soon as he saw you, running a hand through his curly hair, his eyes shining bright while he made his way to you, and pulled you to himself to kiss you deeply.

“Okay, that’s enough Romeo,” You felt him being yanked away and you frowned at Logan who pulled his hand back with a look of disdain on his face, and Olivier’s smile made its way to his lips again.

“How rude of me,” he said as you leaned closer to him.

“This is Juliet, my best friend.”

“Mademoiselle,” Olivier kissed her hand and Juliet smiled, biting down on her lip. William made a face over her shoulder.

“This is William, Juliet’s fiancé.”

“Very nice to meet you.”

“And this is Logan-“ you paused, “Um- Juliet’s brother.”

Logan raised his brows, “Juliet’s brother,” he repeated, then shook Olivier’s hand, “I’m the guy who drove her away to Paris.”

“Logan!”

“Then allow me to thank you, monsieur.” Olivier said calmly, “For if it weren’t for you, I would not meet my love.”

“Aww!”

“Juliet, stop.”

“It’s romantic!” Juliet protested “Both your parents will love him if he keeps talking like that.”

“Will I meet your parents tonight then, mon amour?  I must thank them, yes? For creating something as fascinating as you.”

Logan looked up, as if praying for patience.

“Um- yeah, we’re all having dinner tonight.”

“Um, Y/N?” William stepped in and cleared his throat, “He won’t… meet your dad wearing a shirt and jeans, right?”

Olivier looked down at himself, then back at you while Juliet nodded slowly,

“Thanks my love,” she leaned her head to William’s shoulder, who looked almost proud of himself, “Yeah Olivier, you have a suit or something right?”

“I don’t really believe in that,” Olivier said, “That formal clothing is- how do you say it…. Nonsense. It’s the inside that counts.”

“That’s great- that’s really great, why don’t you just show up naked then?”

“Don’t listen to Logan, he thinks he’s joking.”

Olivier chuckled, “You Americans have a strange sense of humor, but I like it.”

Logan clicked his tongue, “Good for us.”

“We could buy you some,” You stated, “I mean William has a point, daddy wouldn’t like that and it’s the first impression- Logan knows where to buy suits.”

Logan shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t look at me, I don’t know anywhere he can afford. Ask William, he has lots of cheap suits.”

“Logan, I won’t warn you again.” Juliet’s voice was like a whip and Logan rolled his eyes.

“Money isn’t a problem.” You said and Logan smiled softly,

“Why do I have a feeling you were paying his rent back at Paris?”

“Are you gonna behave or-“

“Excuse us please,” Juliet cut you off, and dragged Logan away so that none of you could hear what she was saying to her. William put his hands in his pockets while Olivier looked down at you, pecking you on the lips.

“Paris was a nightmare without you,” he said, “You have ripped my soul apart, my love.”

“…That’s romantic?” You heard William mutter as Juliet pulled Logan by his wrist, both of them approaching you and she smiled at Olivier.

“Okay, let’s get you something to wear then.”

                                             *

“I don’t know why we’re forcing him,” Logan said as he leaned back in his seat while Olivier walked inside the dressing room, “The guy says it’s the inside that counts, let him meet your dad like that.”

“Mr. Delos?” The shop assistant came towards you and held up a suit, “Would your friend like this?”

Logan smiled slightly, “Nah man, bring him more color,”

“Logan..”

“What? He’s an artist, he likes- hey Olivier!” he called out, “You like color, right buddy?”

“There’s no life without color.”

Logan motioned at the room, as if saying there you go. You tilted your head.

“Daddy doesn’t like color that much.”

“How surprising. Your dad doesn’t like anything or anyone but you.”

You scoffed, “That’s not true.”

“No? I’m so glad I am invited; it’ll be fun to watch your dad treat someone else like shit. Makes a good change.”

You pulled your brows together, “My dad was never mean to you.”

Logan made a face, “You can be so blind sometimes…” he muttered as Olivier walked out of the dressing room, looking down at himself.

“Your friend might be correct, ma chérie.” he said, “This does not have enough color.”

“Aw you look so handsome.” You said and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Logan gritting his teeth. You walked towards him and fixed his tie, “But if you want-“

“Hey!” Juliet and William approached you with bags in their hands and William huffed out a breath, flinging himself onto one of the armchairs as if he was way too tired.

“You look great.” Juliet told Olivier and he heaved a sigh, checking himself in the mirror.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” You insisted, “So if you didn’t like this one…”

“I feel like I would feel more- what is the word… in my element if I didn’t wear black.”

“Okay,” You nodded fervently “Um, is there any color you’d prefer or-“

“You don’t know your boyfriend’s favorite color?” Logan asked but you ignored him,

“But are you sure your father would not mind?”

Juliet hmmed, crossing her arms, “How about blue, Olivier? Her father is a bit old fashioned like that, but that’s safe enough.”

Olivier smiled, “You’re as smart as you’re beautiful, mademoiselle.” He said politely, “May I paint you sometime?”

William and Logan both looked up at the same time,

“No you can’t dude-”

“Non, connard-“

“Logan, don’t call him that!” you hissed, but Juliet smiled,

“Come with me, we will find you a nice blue suit.” She told Olivier as they both walked away and William heaved a sigh.

“No offense to your boyfriend, but I’d like to keep an eye on them.” he said and walked towards them while Olivier made a joke to make Juliet laugh. You sat back down and grabbed Logan’s drink.

“You don’t know my favorite color either.” You mumbled and he stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Blue.”

You looked up, “Hm?”

“Your favorite color. Blue. It has been your favorite color since I gave you that tiara with sapphires on it on your sixth birthday because you wanted to feel like a princess and I begged my father for two days to convince him it’d be a good gift.”

You paused, “You remember that?”

“You wore it for a whole day and fell asleep with it. Of course I remember.”

You tried to stop that warmth spreading inside you and shifted your weight, then cleared your throat,

“Do you think my dad will like him?”

Logan stayed silent for a couple of seconds, then repressed a smirk and looked at Olivier over his shoulder before grabbing his drink from you.

“Oh no worries, buttercup.” he said silkily, “I’ll make sure of that.”

Special thanks go to : @theskytraveler @marauderskeeper @binbonsadoration @lostkizzy  @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan @sillybilly1230000  @xinyourdreamsx and  lovely anons! <3

[frangipanidownunder]

AU: Jackson/William babysitting Mulder and Scully's daughter.

Family: fic

Sorry this took a while to get to, kind anon. Hope you like.

She won’t stop crying. He’s tried feeding her, rubbing her belly, her back, walking her up and down the stairs, changing her diaper, standing at the window and pointing out the constellations. He even sung a lullaby but she howled louder and bunched her tiny fingers into angry fists. She’s in her crib, tiny bubbles of tears wetting the corners of her eyes, legs pumping at her chubby knees and pitiful sobs shuddering out of her mouth. He knows she’s exhausted but won’t give in. She’s a Mulder. She’s a Scully. 

He drops into the rocking chair and pushes it back lightly as she wails again. He won’t call. He can’t. They’re enjoying a first night out. Scully had to pull the baby off Mulder’s chest to leave. She clung to her father like a limpet. They promised to be back before midnight. Mulder joked he would turn into a pumpkin way before then.

“I’ll be a pumpkin for my punkin,” he said but he wasn’t really laughing at his own joke. Scully was committed to the plan, though. This was good for them. This was the right thing to do. This was what normal families did. 

“We need to show her we can be independent,” she said and didn’t look back when they opened the door. 

“I think that’s the wrong way round,” Mulder huffed, as he practically walked backwards down the step, blowing kisses at his daughter.

It’s only 8.47pm. Jackson sighs into his open palms and lets the hot breath wash over him. Was he this difficult? Probably. Definitely. He reads from one of the picture books on the shelf. Some story about an alien crash-landing on earth and making friends with a weird kid. He checks the author name on the cover and wonders if Mulder had a pseudonym.

He said he wouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t do it, but a fresh round of crying makes up his mind. He concentrates on the row of photos on the wall, shakes his head to knock away the sliver of guilt wedged in his chest and does it. He leans over the crib and scoops her up, murmuring about Squatchin’ and baseball and EBEs.

“Hey punkin,” he says into her ear in a voice that feels as familiar as it does distant and she pummels her fist against his chest for a moment before resting her cheek into the crook of his neck and breathing out a long, steady sigh. She lets out a series of tiny sounds before her head feels heavier against him. He hears Scully in his head. She’s tutting quietly and he imagines her rolling her eyes. He shrugs and the baby shifts and settles again.

Outside, the air is still warm. He sits on the verandah, in Mulder’s chair. A warm breeze ruffles her hair against his chin. It’s a strange feeling. Sitting on the deck at this house. Watching the spread of stars sparkle with possibility across the wide sky. An infant - his sister - clinging like a limpet to his chest. It takes him a while to understand what’s happening. He closes his eyes and sees windmills and farmland and his other parents. He feels warm inside and out. 

Family. It’s safe and comfortable. It’s what she deserves, what he craves. What Mulder and Scully offer. Like Mulder, he knows the truth is out there, yet he knows the truth is horrifying. And like Scully, he knows that science offers answers, yet he knows that science also bears some responsibility. 

But for now, he thanks the truth and science for his abilities and he lets  his “punkin” sleep on her “daddy’s” chest because it feels safe. For her and for him. Because they’re family.

[willabethmoonleaf]

Ok I just thought about this. In Dead Man’s Chest, Governor Swann could have granted Elizabeth, Will, and maybe James clemency. Now Jack would have probably died but so many good things would happen. Beckett would leave Port Royal to persue James (or go back to England if Governor Swann granted him clemency as well), Governor Swann wouldn’t die like he did, Will and Elizabeth would get married on another day and be able to raise Henry together in Port Royal, and Will wouldn’t die. Now Will wouldn’t meet his father but I have an idea.

Jack sighed a breath of relief as he and his crew climbed back aboard the Black Pearl to escape the cannibals. Jack had to get the key and find the heart or else his days sailing freely on the sea are over.

“Keep close to the shore.” Jack commanded his crew.

Not long after his escape from the cannibals, Jack made it to Tia Dalma’s hut. She had to have something that could help him get Davy Jones off his back.

“A jar of dirt? How is this supposed to help me?” Jack questioned in an angry tone.

“Well if you don’t want it, then give it back.” Tia Dalma replied while reaching out for the jar.

Jack recoiled back, holding the jar close. “No,” he snapped. If Tia Dalma gave it to him to help with Davy Jones, then he needed to figure out how. Tia always knew what to do, but she was never forward with the answer.

Will stood on the beach barefoot holding Elizabeth, who was also barefoot, in his arms. Elizabeth cuddled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck as Will looked out at the ocean. He still couldn’t believe that not long from then, he would be married to the only woman he’d ever loved. He held her tighter as he ran his fingers through her golden hair. Elizabeth shifted her head a bit so that her cheek was on Will’s shoulder. Will smiled as he kissed her on the head. He saw a small smile form on Elizabeth’s face as he turned his attention back to the ocean.

A new dress was being made for Elizabeth and the wedding was planned to be inside instead of outside, as Elizabeth had requested. A small house was being built on top of the blacksmith shop for the Turner family to live in. It was an early wedding gift from Will to Elizabeth. Will owned the shop now after his old boss left town. Will was hesitant to get an apprentice as he was so focused on Elizabeth and their life together, he couldn’t think of bringing in an unknown person into their lives just yet.

Jack had locked himself inside his cabin, leaving Gibbs in charge. He needed to get rid of Davy Jones or else the Kraken would get him and he’d be stuck as a member of Davy’s miserable crew or be stuck in his locker. He just couldn’t figure out why Tia Dalma had given him a jar of dirt and why she had told he had to free a member of the crew. Jack couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone in his crew, even Gibbs. But Jack couldn’t keep it a secret forever. His plan kept going back to two ideas. Either having someone sneak onto the Flying Dutchman and stealing the key or make port in Tortuga and finding one hundred souls to give as a sacrifice to Davy. Jack looked down at the black spot growing on his hand and decided on the second plan. He just needed to recruit men who have given up in life and he didn’t have to tell a soul about the Kraken. He had somewhat of a plan with the jar of dirt but he couldn’t figure out the second thing Tia gave him. The warning about freeing a crew member to repay.

The wedding day was almost here and Elizabeth was getting more impatient everyday. She was tired of sleeping alone in her room. She was tired of the carriage rides over to the shop to be with Will. She wanted to just wake up and have him next to her. She wanted to kiss him everyday before he went down to the shop to work and every evening when he came home.

As the Pearl was nearing Tortuga, Jack went into his cabin to replace the gaws on his hand. As he did he remembered the ones on Elizabeth’s and Will’s hands. He hadn’t thought about them since he left Port Royal. As he was thinking about how they might be doing, he figured out Tia’s warning. “Bootstrap was the one who gave me the mark, meaning Bootstrap is a part of Davy’s crew. He’s the one I have to free in order to repay Will for saving me from hanging!”

Jack started getting impatient after an hour of watching Gibbs “recruit” new members of the crew. Jack knew he had to free Bootstrap but he didn’t know how to convince Davy to set him free. Gibbs broke his train of thought, letting Jack know that 100 men have been recruited. At that moment, Jack heard a familiar voice.

“Mind taking another? I don’t care if I die, I’ve already ruined my life any ways.”

Jack looked up to see the former commodore James Norrington holding an almost empty bottle of rum. Jack knew what he had to do.

“Sorry we’ve got all the recruitments we need.” Gibbs answered.

“Wait wait wait, one more can always be handy. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl.” Jack said, everything falling into place.

Will stood on the altar staring at the door Elizabeth was to walk through. He wasn’t nervous, he was excited to finally have Elizabeth as his wife. He was finally able to protect her and comfort her whenever she needed him to. The music started and startled him a bit as it had been uncomfortably quiet. His smile got bigger as Elizabeth came through the door and walked towards him. Once she was in front of him, he took her hands and everything in the room fell away as he stared at the beauty that was looking back at him. He could only barely hear the priest marrying them. As Elizabeth said I do, she smiled and scrunched up her nose. Will fought so hard not to just kiss her right then and there. Finally the priest said the words that the young couple had been dreaming to hear since they first met. “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

The rest of the wedding was a blur to Will as he was more focused on Elizabeth than anything else. Finally the wedding ended and everyone headed off to the governor’s house while Will and Elizabeth headed to their new home above the blacksmith shop, where they gave into the urges they had been fighting for years.

With 101 new men on board, the ship felt crowded. But not for long as the haunting ghost ship approached. Jack had already emptied the jar of dirt in a thin layer around the ship, hoping it would keep Davy off the ship. The sacrifices one by one went over to the Dutchman, with Davy counting them to make sure all where there. Davy smiled menacingly as he counted 100 but was confused when one more came aboard. Before he could question anything, Jack called out his name.

“Yes there are 101 souls. I gave an extra in exchange.”

“Exchange for what?”

“Bootstrap Bill.”

As Jack said the name, a figure came down the stairs of the Dutchman to where the captain stood. He was tall and had starfish and barnacles all over him. Under it all was a resemblance to the shy blacksmith Jack had helped to save the love of his life.

“Fine,” Davy said turning to Bill, “you have finished up your work on this ship. Leave.”

Bootstrap was confused at first but complied as not to feel the wrath of Davy Jones. As he landed on the decks of the Pearl once more, the barnacles and starfish fell off. He looked like a normal pirate once again.

“Jack I don’t want to be a part of your crew ever again, what’s going on?”

“You aren’t joining my crew. I’m taking you to see your long lost son.”

“You know where William is? Is he ok?”

“Yes and he is more than ok. Last time I saw him he was set to marry the love of his life soon. But I’ll leave the story for Will to tell.”

A week had passed since the wedding and Will and Elizabeth couldn’t have been happier. Will hadn’t started working again just yet, he wanted to spend some time with his wife. Will was in the kitchen making breakfast, letting Elizabeth sleep in.

“Will, can you come here?” Elizabeth yelled from their bedroom. Will turned off the flames he was using to cook and headed over to his wife. He was worried something was wrong. Elizabeth’s voice sounded scared but also happy.

“Yes what is it? Is something wrong?”

Elizabeth stood up from where she was sitting and wrapped her arms around Will’s neck, resting her forehead on his. Will wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, feeling the tension in her body melt away.

“Will, I’m pregnant.”

Will couldn’t help but smile as she told him the news. He leaned in and whispered in her ear “Great.” before kissing her pationatly, loosing his hands in her hair. Elizabeth smiled into the kiss as she also lost her hands in Will’s dark hair.

Will did everything he could to make sure Elizabeth’s pregnancy went perfect. He refused to leave her side during any point she was in pain, and the birth was no different.

Will held Elizabeth’s soft hand in between his the whole time, slowly rubbing his thumb over her skin as she pushed. After the midwife delivered their new baby boy, Will layed next to Elizabeth, letting her curl into his side as she held their son. They decided on the name Henry even though Elizabeth wanted to name him William after his father, but Will refused. Elizabeth fell asleep, as did the baby, but Will stayed awake, looking lovingly at his new family, vowing to never leave them like his father did.

Bootstrap stood at the front of the ship for most of the trip over the Port Royal. He was excited to finally see his son for the first time. But he was also worried. Thoughts of Will being mad at him and wanting nothing to do with him filled his mind. He thought Will would be so focused on his marriage that he wouldn’t want his estranged father near him. But Jack assured Bill that Will does want to meet him and he would most likely be happy to have him in his life, even if only in adulthood.

Will and Elizabeth sat on a blanket on the beach, cuddled into each other. Henry layed asleep on their laps as his parents watched the merchant ships sail in and out of port. A large picnic basket sat in front of them, empty after they ate their lunch together. Everything was just as it was everyday until a hauntingly familiar ship came sailing over. It didn’t stop at the port like all the others. It sailed in the water that was in front of the young family. Soon Will recognised the Jolly Roger flying in the wind as the one belonging to the man he hoped he’d never see again. A figure got off the boat and started walking towards them as the ship sailed off. But the figure wasn’t the infamous pirate who Will had helped escape from hanging not long ago, but it was someone who felt familiar but strange at the same time. Elizabeth grabbed Henry as Will got up to investigate, grabbing his sword and telling Elizabeth to stay there. As he got closer he realised who this stranger was. It was his father. The father he was searching for when he met Elizabeth. The father who gave him the medallion that accidentally brought Will and Elizabeth into each other’s arms. Tears filled both the men’s eyes as they walked towards each other.

“Father?”

“Yes son it’s me. I’m sorry for leaving you. Would you allow me into your life now even though you seem perfectly happy with your little family?” He said smiling as he looked over to Elizabeth who was walking over to her husband with Henry in her arms. Will sighed when he saw Elizabeth in the corner of his eyes. Elizabeth was incredibly stubborn and really listened to no one, not even the love of her life.

“Father, this is my wife Elizabeth and our son Henry. Elizabeth this is my father.”

Elizabeth looked to Will and smiled before looking to her father-in-law and saying “Nice to meet you. Are you staying here in Port Royal?”

“Very nice to meet you. And I was hoping to maybe live with you and be with my son again and maybe help raise my grandson?”

Will looked down at Elizabeth and gave her a quick kiss. “We’d love to have you live with us. There’s plenty of room in the house for you.” Will said as Elizabeth nodded next to him.

“Aww there you are. I went over to the shop to check on you and you weren’t there.” Governor Swann said as he walked over to the group.

“Father how are you?” Elizabeth asked as her father hugged her and then Will before setting his eyes on Bill.

“I’m great, who is this?”

“Oh this is my father, Bill Turner.”

“Aw welcome to Port Royal sir.”

“Thank you. I need to speak with the governor about something.”

“Well I’m the governor so what do you need to talk about.”

Bill was confused as he realised his son was married to the governor’s daughter. He wanted to ask how but he knew he’d hear the story at some point, plus something else was more urgent.

“Well I was dropped off her by Jack Sparrow. Yes I am or was a pirate. I left Will with his mother. I never meant to never come back but I guess that worked out for the better. I was just hoping that you would grant me clemency. I just want to be with my son and help raise Henry.”

“Your wish is granted as long as you do not go back to piracy.”

“Never. And thank you.”

Will and Elizabeth smiled as their fathers walked ahead talking. With one hand wrapped around his wife’s waist and the other holding the picnic basket and blanket, they headed back home.

Sorry if this is stupid or there are any English mistakes. I wrote this at like 4:00 am because I couldn’t sleep without writing this.

[lesbitsch-archive]

📀👕🃏♡

halloween/fall rp prompts (i’m so sorry i had the first two done before halloween, but then had Shit™ so here we are… december 1st wow) @santababv

📀 to watch scary movies with my muse

William was truly more courageous of a person than people thought he was, a brave prince residing deep within him, but instead, just because he was quiet and wore glasses and kept to himself, he was some fragile and innocent being, as if those things somehow just aligned and made up a person. It used to bother him some, but anymore he didn’t care much at all. He had Ellis, who knew him inside and out, through and through, and saw every part of him, and that was all William really needed. One person to see him as he was. In his case, he was lucky enough to say that that one was both his best friend and his lover, his person.

His bravery apparently didn’t translate into theoretical theatricalities, however. He was always prepared to put up a fight when the situation were to arise, but when it played out in front of him with the sole purpose of creating fear in the watcher, he never seemed to quite excel at remaining relaxed. In so many of these situations, he knows he’d be just as stupid as the main characters, ready to stand and battle the evil risen. In some rare cases of the movies, he felt that with Ellis by his side, there were chances they could be the evil ones. Maybe those two things were the reason William suddenly lost his backbone with these stupid horror flicks.

“Ellis, stop,” William whined as his boyfriend left wet kisses on his neck, eyes remaining fixed on the screen. He gasped suddenly, which caused Ellis to pull back with a smirk only to see that his reaction was not in fact to the bite mark he’d just made on William’s skin, but rather a part of the movie playing in front of them. He narrowed his eyes at the slightly smaller boy, unhappy with his current lack of paying him any attention. It was rare that when he were to whine an, ‘Ellis, stop,’ it actually meant to stop, and rarer that he barely paid any mind to Ellis going to work on his very sensitive skin.

Begrudgingly, and with more than a few disappointed noises, Ellis stopped his attempts at getting William undressed. He pulled William’s legs across his lap before leaning over and laying against the other boy’s chest, arms wrapped around his torso comfortably. Mindlessly, still completely entranced by the movie, William’s hand almost immediately found Ellis’s hair, fingers twisting into his soft curls gently. If it weren’t for William’s yelling at the screen and his movements (including lightly smacking Ellis multiple times to see if he’d seen what just happened), and the fact that he still had an undressed William in the back of his mind, he could have fallen asleep.

William couldn’t stop watching, forgetting everything around them, and only remembering where he was when the scariest parts caused him to grasp onto Ellis and be grateful that he was there with him and clearly unbothered by the fright.

Upon the movie finally ending, the next one started up automatically after a few seconds, and William was honestly ready to settle in for it, despite the fact that he knew he was definitely going to be giving himself nightmares, but apparently Ellis had been patient long enough.

“Ellis, I have to find out what happens in the next movie!” he exclaimed through a few laughs as Ellis grabbed at him, pointing exasperatedly toward the television.

Previously cuddled onto William’s chest, he sat up and shook his head. “No, you don’t,” he replied, grabbing William’s torso and throwing him down sideways on the bed. He smoothly settled between William’s legs and swept his lips up the boy’s neck. William lost his breath for the moment, caught in his throat – a common effect of Ellis’s touch and control. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, half lidded eyes staring intensely into William’s, “do I have your attention?”

“Yes,” William confirmed breathlessly, low voice breaking as he looked back.

“Good,” Ellis responded cheekily, a wide grin spreading on his face. He leaned in, running his fingertips down William’s arms gently, only to take the remote from him, clicking the TV off and throwing it off the bed.

William rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Really?”

“No distractions,” Ellis nodded seriously before grinning again. He pulled William closer to  him, his legs up against his hips. “Now…” he said as he got face to face with him again, caressing William’s face with one hand, “…to make you forget about anything else but me, and chase any chance of nightmares away.”

“Oh, mhm, right,” William’s mouth turned up into a happy grin, tugging on his shirt to pull him down into a kiss.  

👕 to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day

William had only been on the ship with Ellis for a short period of time now, having officially left his position of royalty and was no longer a captive on this ship but a volunteer passenger. He’d forgotten how brutal autumns on the ocean could be, his only few times being when he’d gone on a short voyage with the fleet or visited close kingdoms to settle disputes. Every time, though, he had every necessity he could possibly need, and was of course waited on hand and foot. Things were obviously different in many ways, but the spoils of royal life wasn’t the problem. It was a simple fact of him not having many clothes since he’d left his family behind for Ellis. He was stolen away in night clothes, and the only new ones he’d gotten since then were a few of Ellis’s as they hadn’t stopped anywhere since. When it came to the current conditions, Ellis didn’t have many cold weather items to spare, they didn’t fit the other man well which would make their purpose when trying to work and move around the ship useless, anything too noticeable would look bad – captains don’t just give their crew their own clothes. That’s where their predicament now lies.

For about a month it had been fine, William just hid away in Ellis’s room for the most part, and Ellis had seemed more than fine with that. After so long though, his short appearances – and for some periods, entire lack thereof – would become more noticeable. So, here he was, staying out longer and trying to ignore the glances of the still-suspicious crew. Ellis insisted he really didn’t care about what the others thought or complained about as far as William’s presence, he’d shut it down as soon as it began, but William was persistent on suggesting he show up.

So here he stood, shivering in a thin shirt and a pair of pants too long for him under the crisp autumn breeze. The spray of the sea water stung his skin each time it came up over the bow, but he stayed put, grinding his teeth as he saved face, pretending he was fine. Ellis knew better, though. He always knew better. He’d always be able to read William’s mind, no matter how hard he tried to hide his thoughts or feelings.

Ellis pursed his lips, looking around at the crew around them, half working in the cold. He rolled his eyes and huffed an exasperated sigh, tugging his thicker jacket off and threw it around William’s shoulders, pulling it forward and closing it around his front before he had the chance to detest. William looked up at Ellis with surprised eyes, sporadically looking around at the other members on deck. Some looked over, confusion written on their faces, but Ellis turned back with crossed arms and a stern look on his face. Most went back to working, save for a few lingering gazes, but as soon as they noticed their captain looking at them rather pointedly, they quickly returned.

He glanced back at William, and William’s face heated up, hiding his face in the collar and squeezing the jacket closer to him. Ellis grinned small, eyes soft at the sight before turning his eyes back to the deck, smile gone and facade corrected before anyone else could see. William smiled himself, expression hidden in the jacket, which was warm and smelled like his man. His eyes closed, and it took every logical reminder in his brain not to stand up against Ellis as he wished to. He’d just have to show his appreciation of the boldish risky gesture when they were alone.

🃏 for our muses to play a prank on someone else

“Shh, shh,” 13 year old William rushed out, looking around the room frantically, ensuring that no one has heard the two giggling teens.

“Are you sure about this?” Ellis asked, raising a brow at William with a smirk on his face.

William furrowed his brows, lips pressed together in an almost pout. Honestly, it was a good question. The boy wasn’t normally one to insist on inflicting any sort of suffering onto someone else, and often tried to talk Ellis out of those things; but still, that only worked half of the time, him either doing it anyway or somehow managing to convince William to go along with it anyway. He puffed up his chest, trying to make himself appear as tall as Ellis (an impossible feat, the boys were two years apart and Ellis had hit a growth spurt well before him, and seemed as if he’d grow to be pretty tall anyway), he had done his second guessing. He was in this. “Yes,” he finally said in a stubborn manner. Ellis shrugged then, more than happy with that.

They moved forward then, a little overly excited at setting up a mildly cruel prank on their least favorite tutor, aptly nicknamed The Vulture. Truth be told, at first she was fine in William’s eyes, but he knew a big part of it was that she had to be nice and kiss up, and her distaste for Ellis that seemed to only grow more and more made William hate her more and more. The slight guilt he felt about behaving badly would be well overshadowed by seeing how happy it’d make his best friend. He had decided that she kind of deserved it.

“Wait, did you –.” Before Ellis could finish, William held up the magnificent mud (and sticks and bugs) pie that they had created, soothing Ellis’s frantic look, a mischievous smile growing on his face. “Yes, I love you,” Ellis exclaimed in a whisper voice, wrapping an arm around him playfully and squeezing him. William’s face reddened and he smiled to himself, enjoying the half hug while it lasted. Ellis took the pie and headed to his station.

William kept a lookout while Ellis worked, quietly running between the two entrances to the room intermittently to check for the woman, or anyone else for that matter. The longer it took, the more nervous the boy got. What if they did get caught? Really, he shouldn’t be that nervous. In fact, William could even order her silence, but it was still just the act of doing something so disobedient that got his heart beating. When Ellis finally announced that he was done, William grinned at him and they scurried out of the room to hide behind a statue in the corridor while they waited for her to come around.

Even though they were even closer to each other than this almost every damn night, the closeness was still slightly distracting, even through their anticipation and excitement of the prank. He could feel Ellis’s eyes on him every few moments, and he bit his lip, trying to focus on the halls. “Oh!” William whispered, eyes widening, “here she comes.” Ellis giggled enthusiastically, and as soon as she entered the room, they ran to the doorway, squatting down and peaking in so that they could see the prank through.

“Look at that –,” Ellis whispered.

“– Front row seats,” William finished, grinning.

He grinned back before they both turned their eyes to The Vulture. She held papers in her hands, not even looking at the present on her desk, making this all the better. Ellis poked at William eagerly, and his excitement flooded William’s chest with happiness. The very second she sat down in her chair, it came crashing to the floor, the result of filing a notch almost all the way through two of the chair’s legs. The bowl of mud and other various ‘disgusting’ things that was tied to the arm of the chair came after, the porcelain knocking against her face and the mud spilling everywhere. This wasn’t the only thing to spill, though, her hot rice milk coming along with it, soaking her dresses and the ceramic shattering on the ground. She shrieked, and Ellis laughed out loud, falling out of his squat and onto the floor. William laughed along, finding his reaction better than the actual prank, laying on the ground and holding his belly as he fell apart in a fit of laughter.

“Ellis Moore!” she screamed. He’d never heard that octave from her before, or any woman, really. It sent shivers down his spine.

“No lessons tomorrow then?” William asked, standing up and making himself visible. This only resulted in more shrieking. “Come on,” William snickered, reaching out a hand for Ellis to grab, pulling him up. They ran down the hallway back toward their rooms, nearly tripping over themselves in laughter the whole way.

♡ to cuddle up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)

“You know, scary stories aren’t so scary from down here,” Ellis said with a chuckle, referring to William’s position straddling Ellis on the bed. They weren’t on land to enjoy any spooky festivities, but William had heard quite a few good creepy tales in his time on the sea, which Ellis had probably heard, but he wanted to partake in the telling of them anyway. He enjoyed this time of year, and he was happy to get to share it with Ellis this time around. “Or maybe you’re just a bad storyteller.”

“Oh, shall I move then?” William teased, beginning to lift himself off of the man’s hips and move away from him. He didn’t make it very far, though, before Ellis had grabbed him in both arms and pulled him down against the bed. William laughed and pushed against his chest, holding his face away from Ellis’s as he tried to kiss him. “No,” William argued, “I’m a bad storyteller.” He couldn’t officially wipe the smile off of his face though, which made him mad as he tried to play serious. “No.” He repeated the word as Ellis tried to kiss him, insisting on pushing him off of him.

That was, until Ellis rolled them off of their sides and pushed William onto his back, settling between his legs and pinning his arms above his head. William fought back a moan in response to Ellis overpowering him, a quiet grunt in the back of his throat the result of it. Ellis looked way too pleased with himself, leaning in for the kiss he was fighting for. As he neared, William used his own power and rolled his hips up into Ellis’s, laughing as he stilled right away, inches away from William’s lips.

“This is what you get,” William whispered, laughing quietly at Ellis’s expression. “Nothing.” He dropped his head into the crook of William’s neck and sighed, resulting in another snicker from William.

“It’s only that you’re too cute to pay attention to,” Ellis supplied, lifting his head to look at William again.

William considered this, narrowing his eyes at the man. “Hmm… Fine.” He grinned softly and lifted his head off the bed to press a slow, but chaste kiss to Ellis’s mouth. He could feel him smiling against his lips, and he pulled back. “Acceptable.” He pulled his arms from the grasp Ellis had on him and pushed him back over. He cuddled into his side, a cold hand resting on his chest.

“I love you,” Ellis said with a smile. He lifted the heavy blanket that had been thrown away amongst their play fighting over them and pulled William closer to him.

Falling into Ellis’s hold, he soaked up all of his warmth and smiled against his chest. “I love you, too.”