#and what if they got married and decorated their house in a minimalist fashion and nothing bad ever happened ever again

[bishonenspit]

fix it fics are fundamentally lacking in flavour whenever anyone on this site does them bc it is always some domestic bliss type shit with zero consideration taken for the characters and their development whatsoever

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

The Mobster’s Wife

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus size reader

a/n: hey cuties, this is my first time writing a Mob AU so I really hope you all like it. Please read the warnings before moving forward.

warnings: 18+ Minors Dni Mob AU, mentions of being a mobster and implied themes, no graphic details, angst, arranged marriage, crying, reader has body insecurities, implied body shaming (not from Lloyd), cooking and eating mentioned, doubts of infidelity (but nothing really), overthinking, fluff, soft moments, kissing, mention of sex but nothing happens, flirting. Let me know if I missed anything.

words: 5.3k

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-> Next Chapter ; Drabbles ; Asks

Some say you are happiest on the day you become a bride.

In your case, you didn’t even know what to feel. A cloud of confusion wrapped you up when you walked down the aisle. All eyes on you, judging, measuring and probably calculating the outcome of this wedding.

Your eyes landed on the man you were destined to call your husband. His jaw sharp, beautiful blue eyes that had a sense of dominance in them, plump pink lips making a straight line, making it hard to read what might be going in his mind. But the feature that stood out most on his conventionally beautiful face, was a neatly trimmed moustache.

Everything was mechanical after that, the vows, the rings, the kiss, everything. Cheers and claps brought you out of the trance and it hit you suddenly that you were indeed married at that point. You were Mrs. Hansen.

Dinner involved loud toasts and speeches, mainly with the intention of impressing your husband. Everyone wanted to be in his good books, and why wouldn’t they? Lloyd Hansen was one of the most powerful and influential mobsters of the city. And the man lived up to his image.

Even though everything was so loud around you, you didn’t miss the absolute silence that surrounded your husband and you. And that silence continued when you found yourself in front of your new house, a massive one.

Being the daughter of a mobster, you were not unfamiliar with luxury and riches, sure you tried to stay away from all of it as much as possible because you didn’t want to be a part of the mobster life, in fact you wanted to get out of the city, the country if it was possible and live an independent life, away from it all.

But life had other plans, or rather your family. You hardly knew the man you got married to. His house spoke a lot about him, you realised as you walked inside his grand home. Dark hues all around, had a gorgeous glow, minimalistic and fashionable, a lot like the man who was walking beside you. The silence still there.

It was only broken when his men entered, they exchanged a few words, your focus on taking in the interiors of your new home.

When they left, your husband turned towards you, as if finally seeing you. The more his sharp gaze took you in, the more insecure you felt about yourself. You wrapped your hands around your upper body and looked down, but his gaze didn’t leave you yet. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. The heat was gone in a moment as a cold voice reached your ears.

“Your room is upstairs, you can decorate it however you want to.” Lloyd spoke, his first words to you “My room is downstairs and I like my privacy. I don’t expect much from you but there are certain rules you must follow. There are areas in this house which are off limits. The rest you are free to explore unless I tell you not to, in case I have some important meeting here. Don’t go out of the house without informing me. I’ll arrange a car for you.”

There was complete lack of emotions behind his voice as he went on with the rules.

“I expect you the follow the rules, another thing I expect from you, but won’t demand, is for you to cook for me.” And with that Lloyd left you behind making his way upstairs. When he saw you weren’t following him, he stood in his place and sighed.

“Do I have to invite you? I’m showing you your room, hurry up I don’t have all the time in the world.” Lloyd didn’t try to hide his irritation.

So that was how your married life was supposed to be. Sure it was an arranged marriage, you weren’t expecting love. And you knew from what you had heard about Lloyd that he wasn’t exactly a soft man. You wondered what this marriage had in store for you, as you went up the stairs.

With a huff, Lloyd opened the door of your room. You both went inside. A big but dull room, not like the rest of the house you saw. Perhaps a guest room?

“This will be your room from now on. No one will disturb you here. If you want to buy something for your room, or something for yourself go ahead. here keep this card.” Lloyd gave you a credit card. You were still in a haze about everything. Was this how mob marriages were supposed to be?

Before the wedding one of your main concerns was to share a room and a bed with a stranger. At least that won’t be a problem. But you didn’t feel relieved at all, a pit of doubt formed in your stomach. Was this all happening because of your appearance? He must had known how you looked before agreeing to the marriage right? Or maybe you were overthinking and this was just how most of these marriages were. Mobsters had the image of being with many women. Perhaps Lloyd was one of them.

All you could do was nod to let your husband know you had understood everything. With that Lloyd left your room. As the door shut, a little harshly maybe, all the negative thoughts came rushing to you, and it didn’t help when you ventured in front of the mirror and saw yourself in your wedding dress. Alone, on your wedding night.

You used to have some insecurities about your body but you had tried your best to overcome them and you were definitely in a much better place. That was before you were left alone in that big room, on your wedding night.

It was difficult to explain, because not that you were eager to be sleeping with a stranger, a mobster, the worst ideas about what he might do to you and your body had already flashed in front of your eyes many times before the wedding. Mob families were full of misogyny, hence there was an unspoken, actually sometimes directly spoken rule of pleasing the husbands, and always doing what they said. You were nervous and scared about your wedding night, but even with those multiple thoughts, being left alone somehow didn’t cross your mind. Did Lloyd leave because he didn’t like the way you looked? Did he leave because he wasn’t at all attracted to you?

Lloyd didn’t even talk to you properly, or ask anything about you. Just informed you what he wanted to and left. You hardly knew him but you sure wanted to learn more about the man you were supposed to spend your life with, unfortunately or fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with Lloyd.

Your luggage was already there in your room and you changed into something comfortable. The bed was big, and soft. You lied down and covered up yourself with a blanket. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Tried your best to fall in slumber. And you did, eventually after some turning and tossing.

The next morning you woke up and got ready for the day. You made your way down towards the kitchen. All it took was a little exploring, and you found some ingredients and utensils to make a simple breakfast. You didn’t know what Lloyd liked so you decided to stick to classics. Toast, eggs, bacon and a fresh pot of coffee.

Soon you could hear footsteps towards the kitchen, and the confidence the footsteps had, made it clear, it was none other than the owner of the house. You looked at him, even in the morning he was well dressed, hair neatly gelled back.

“Morning��� you wished Lloyd and in return got a nod. “I’ve made breakfast, didn’t know what you like-” you couldn’t finish before Lloyd made his way towards the dining table, and started reading a newspaper. Clearly not interested in listening to whatever you had to say.

You took a deep breath, and tried to deny the little pang you felt in your chest. Serving the breakfast on a plate, and pouring coffee in a cup, you took it to the table and placed it in front of your husband. His face was still behind the newspaper.

“I hope you like the food.” And finally the newspaper was out of the way and Lloyd looked straight into your eyes. His piercing gaze had quite an effect on you. No further words were exchanged.

Lloyd started eating and you joined him on the table with your food and coffee. You wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Lloyd’s focus was on the food, his phone chimed and his focus shifted towards his phone. You gave up and started eating.

He was soon done eating and with a quick ‘thank you’ he left you alone. Again.

And that became your routine for the next few days. You were alone most of the time, explored the house, the parts you were allowed to see of course, got acquainted with it. There was a Television in your room and you decided to binge watch something, to keep yourself distracted from other things.

The only time you weren’t alone was during breakfast and sometimes dinner, Lloyd generally accompanied you. He had informed you he was usually out during the day so no need to prepare lunch for him and that sometimes he would come home late so not to wait for him. You always prepared dinner for him though, when he was late you kept it in the fridge. Left a note there, to let him know.

One night, when Lloyd was late again, you decided to wait up. When he arrived it was quite late. You were sitting at the dining table, reading a book to stay up.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd’s deep voice made his presence known. You were quite invested in the book so you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“I’m- I was waiting for you to come home” Lloyd sighed and ran his fingers through his now slightly disheveled hair. “How was your day?” You asked bravely, hoping to get some response from him. Anything.

“I told you, you don’t have to stay up for me. You should have gone to bed.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to check on you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lloyd sighed again. “And to answer your question, I’m alive aren’t I? So you can get from that how my day was.” You gulped and looked down.

“I’ve made dinner.” You almost whispered.

“Yeah I can heat it and have it on my own, you don’t have to stay. You can go sleep.” Only if he understood that you wanted to stay.

Or maybe he did understand that, and that was why he wanted you to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with you. Not like Lloyd had not done or said anything to make you fee otherwise. The time you spent together felt obligatory or just to maintain decency. You wished him a good night and went back to your room.

There wasn’t much change in the following few weeks, except you stopped trying to make conversation with your husband. You did what you were supposed to and kept to yourself.

“I have a party to attend today” Lloyd spoke while you two were having breakfast. Why was he informing you suddenly? He hardly ever told you his plans for the day. Was he- was he inviting you to go with him? You got lost in your thoughts and Lloyd tried to figure what you might be thinking.

“You’re invited as well but you don’t have to go, I’m don’t think you’ll like the company.” Oh, it wasn’t an invitation. You nodded. Of course Lloyd didn’t want you there. Why would he? He would probably be embarrassed if he was seen with you. The man was quite attractive, gorgeous beautiful ladies were desperate for him. God they’d probably lick his wounds if he just spared them a glance. There was no way he would want to be seen with you.

You let out an ‘okay’ and focused on eating. Lloyd could sense something going on in your head but he didn’t know you enough and shouldn’t assume anything. As usual he was finished eating before you and he left the table with his usual ‘thank you’.

Sleep felt like a distant thought that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of Lloyd and what he might be doing in the party. Did he have a mistress, or many? Was that another reason he didn’t want you at the party, would she be there?

You desperately tried to remove those thoughts from your mind and think about positive things, but you didn’t find any. Eventually your mind got tired of thinking and let you sleep.

The next morning you had breakfast alone. No sign of Lloyd. Later you got a call from him.

“I’ll come home early today, I have a meeting in the evening. I’ll have some people over. And I don’t want you to come down tonight when the meeting takes place, understood? Stay in your room.” And as soon as he was done speaking he hung up the phone.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was evening. You had already prepared dinner so that you won’t have to go down later. Unfortunately you didn’t bring up any of that food to your room.

It was getting late and you were getting hungry. Maybe if you quickly grabbed some food it won’t be a problem. Besides, the meeting was taking place in the office, which was far away from the kitchen.

You silently went down and opened the door of the fridge, but before you could do anything, an angry, very angry Lloyd appeared behind you.

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions?”

You kept quiet, looked away.

“Answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’m sorry I just-“

“You’re sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I told you not to come down. It was a simple and clear instruction. Are you that dumb?”

And the angrier his tone got, the more you lost control of your emotions.

“I-“ You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Are you fucking crying right now? Is that supposed make me feel bad when you’re the one who didn’t follow instructions? You know what, I’m done talking to you. Go up to your room and cry all you want there. Just not in front of me. I have a meeting to get back to. I don’t have time-“ The tables turned, and it was Lloyd who couldn’t finish his sentence this time. You ran past him. Went up to your room as quickly you could and shut the door.

Lloyd sighed and went back to his meeting. You on the other hand cried your heart out. Everything piled up together and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. In that moment you truly realised how alone you were. You had no one, and your husband hated you.

When Lloyd’s meeting got over, he went to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door of the fridge to get his dinner, he realised there was another container of food, resembling the one kept for him.

Oh fuck. You must had come down to get your dinner. Lloyd closed the fridge and made his way up to your bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but his feet were moving on their own towards your room, before his mind could process much.

As he stood outside your room, he could hear your cries. Lloyd didn’t feel much for people, but something about you was breaking all his walls and he was nervous about it. He barely knew you. Lloyd didn’t trust people easily. That didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all to see you cry. To hurt you unintentionally. He was just trying to protect you from any kind of possible danger.

Lloyd realised that damage was already done and it would be better to give you space. That was how your husband always tried to make you feel comfortable, by giving you space. If he only knew it was having the exact opposite effect.

The next day you didn’t show up for breakfast. Lloyd found the kitchen empty as well as the dining table. He realised he had royally fucked up. Or maybe you were simply late? But you were never late.

Lloyd decided to wait for you. His day was comparatively less packed. An hour turned into two. Still there was no sign of you. With a deep sigh. Lloyd made his way up to your bedroom. He knocked on your door.

You woke up early in the morning after crying yourself to sleep last night. But you didn’t feel like leaving your room. You were still wrapped up in your blanket when you heard the knock on the door. Maybe Lloyd was angry because you didn’t make breakfast, but to be fair you didn’t really care about it at that moment. Dragging your feet towards the door, you opened it.

Your eyes were puffy due to crying. But you made sure not to drop a single drop of tear in front of your husband. No words came out of you, you didn’t have anything to say to be fair.

“You should get something to eat.” Lloyd managed to speak out, his voice had no anger. A little concern maybe but you were too upset to notice.

“I don’t feel like eating”

“But you-“ Lloyd cleared his throat “you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday” A humourless chuckle left your mouth.

“That doesn’t concern you does it? It’s not like you care.”

“Doesn’t matter if I care or not” Lloyd replied.

“You don’t care, just admit you don’t. Admit that you are embarrassed by me and that’s why you didn’t want anyone to see me. That’s why you were so adamant about me not going down wasn’t it? You are ashamed of me.” Your voice was slowly getting louder.

“You think I asked you to stay in your room because I’m ashamed of you? The people who were attending the meeting were dangerous people, bad people, I wanted you to stay here so that you were safe. I was trying to protect you.”

“Really? Everyone is afraid of you, what possibly could those people have done?”

“Well I’m not going to justify my decisions. It’s my responsibility to protect you and that’s what I was doing.”

“Fine, even if that was the case yesterday, what about the day before, when you didn’t want me to go to that party, huh? You even said I was invited, still didn’t take me with you, why? I’ll tell you, it’s because you are ashamed of me.”

“The only reason I didn’t take you with me is because I have heard you don’t like the mob world. I thought this marriage is already a burden for you and that I shouldn’t trouble you more by making you attend these parties.” Lloyd spoke loudly but only to make his point. But he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for making you feel that he might be ashamed of you. That wasn’t the case at all. Lloyd knew this marriage was just a deal, between two Mob families. Of course it wasn’t an ideal marriage, and whatever he had heard about you, from his different sources, was that you didn’t want to belong in this world of violence, but unfortunately you got married into it. So giving you space felt like he was doing you a favour.

Lloyd wasn’t always proud of everything he did but he knew it was necessary. That made him believe the less you knew about him, the less you would dislike him. He didn’t want his wife to dislike him, or worse, be scared of him. Hence pushing you away seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.

But in that moment, Lloyd realised keeping you at distance had a reverse effect than what he had intended.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t realise you felt like that.” You kept quiet, still looking away “Hey look at me.” And you did.

“There is actually another party tonight, I wasn’t gonna go anyway, but if you want to, we can both go together.” You weren’t really in the mood to attend a party, but if it was just crumbs you were gonna get as hopes of spending time with your husband, then you were gonna take them.

“Alright. We can go together.” Came your reply, and Lloyd gave you a nod.

“Let’s have breakfast now come on.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” You asked and he shook his head.

“What do you wanna eat?“ You asked.

“I was thinking about cooking today. Do you like pesto eggs?”

For the first time in your married life, you didn’t feel that distant to your husband. It wasn’t like you both talked a lot, hardly in fact, still it felt like the air around you was a little more relaxed than usual.

The pesto eggs Lloyd made were truly very delicious.

“This is so good.” You commented without looking up from your plate. Lloyd smiled.

Your husband had some work to do, he went to complete them in his home office, while you decided to do something about your current cried out appearance. You were nervous about what to wear for the party.

Finally settled on a long black dress that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, just the perfect fit, most importantly one that looked pretty good, and made you feel comfortable.

When Lloyd saw you in that dress it was very hard for him to not keep staring at you. You always looked so cute but tonight, wow.

“You look nice.” You weren’t used to many compliments. And thus you didn’t really know how to respond to them and decided to stick with the classic response, ‘thank you’

“You look nice too.” It was true, actually Lloyd always looked so handsome. You would be lying if you said you haven’t stared at him from time to time when he wasn’t looking.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent. Both of you stole glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. One time you caught Lloyd looking at you and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. Before getting out of the car Lloyd finally broke the silence.

“As I had said earlier, these people might not be the best company for you, but since we are here, let’s try to have a good time. But if something happens, if you feel uncomfortable or even boring, just let me know and we’ll leave. Alright?” You nodded as a smile appeared on your face. Maybe he did care about you.

The party was truly nothing you had ever seen or experienced. Mobsters, rich businessmen, influential people everywhere, not to forget the gorgeous women adding to the grandeur of the party. And the air carried a distinct smell of alcohol mixed with hints of danger.

It was all kind of overwhelming, and something about the party wasn’t sitting right with you, maybe simply because it was all new to you, and also because Lloyd rightly said those people weren’t definitely your ideal company.

Lloyd introduced you to some people before excusing himself when he was called by others. You tried roaming around but the way most people looked you up and down, scanning, wondering how you were chosen as the lucky one to be Lloyd Hansen’s wife made you feel uneasy.

You tried to ignore the whispers and poorly covered laughs, you even heard things like ‘her father must be very influential and rich if Lloyd married someone like her’ and ‘of course this marriage is nothing but a deal, look at them, they don’t fit together’

Their words finally got to you when your eyes began to moisten. You made your way towards the bar, but there were too many people present. Who were you kidding when you thought you can belong in this world? Most of those people were either too heartless, too misogynistic or too full of themselves. Definitely not your type of crowd. Those people only understood money and power.

Your eyes automatically started scanning for Lloyd. You didn’t have to look much, as the man appeared right beside you.

“What’s wrong?” His question made you look away to wipe off any sign of tears, his words still fresh in your mind which had made you decide never to cry in front of him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. Did someone say anything to you?” His voice a mixture of concern and anger, anger which you could feel wasn’t directed towards you.

You shook your head. Technically it wasn’t a lie, no one said anything directly to you. Lloyd didn’t push you more on that topic. The way you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your hands made it quite evident that no matter what happened, you didn’t feel comfortable in that atmosphere.

“We’re leaving, come on. This party is too boring anyway.”

The ride back home was almost nerve wracking. Would Lloyd be angry at you? He did say you probably won’t like the party but you still wanted to go. And now you’re leaving quite early. Although Lloyd hadn’t shown any signs of anger towards you, the slight tick in his jaw made you feel worried.

As soon as you were home, you decided it’s best to get to the point and apologise before things could go wrong any further.

“I’m sorry.” Your random apology caught Lloyd off guard.

“Huh? What are you apologising for?” His question made you question yourself. Exactly, why were you? Except the part that you didn’t take Lloyd’s suggestion and still went to the party, you didn’t exactly do anything wrong, did you?

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry to disappoint you I guess.”

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Lloyd took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, answer me honestly, why did you want to go to that party? It was clear you didn’t feel comfortable there, and that those assholes aren’t exactly your ideal type of people. You have grown up in a mob family, I’m sure you know how those people can get, and I’m also sure you are not like them. So why?” You gulped. Lloyd definitely knew more about you than you expected, or he very quickly had understood a lot about you.

“I get so alone in the house. I didn’t want to feel so lonely, I wanted to spend time with you.” You answered without beating around the bush. Not that it didn’t make you extremely nervous to say those words. A smile, no a smirk appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“Hmm so my pretty wife wanted attention from me? If that was the case you could have just asked for it” Lloyd came closer to you with each word. But then the playfulness of his tone shifted to something more caring “Did I actually make you feel so alone?” You nodded

“Truth be told, I felt giving you space was what you needed. I know it’s not easy giving up your life and start living with a stranger, that to with a mobster. It felt like the less you know about me the better it would be. But now, I guess it wasn’t such a good idea.” Lloyd confessed and gently held your hand. “I’ll try to do better from now on.”

“Lloyd, you know, I thought you kept your distance from me because of the way I look, many people have implied I’m not beautiful before, so I got used to it. And when you didn’t interact much with me, even though I tried, I thought that was the case.“

“Who told you you’re not beautiful? Did someone insult you? Give me names, you know I can-“ Your chuckle stopped him mid-speech. You couldn’t help it, you liked the way he suddenly got all protective over you.

“Listen, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you have the most beautiful heart. Far too beautiful for an asshole like me.”

In that moment, he didn’t feel like Mobster Lloyd, but just your husband.

“Now coming back to the part where you wanted my attention,” Lloyd teased and you couldn’t help they way you felt warm. Your husband had a smirk on his face as he took in your form.

“How about you go get changed and come to my room?” A soft gasp escaped your lips on hearing that. Lloyd chuckled.

“Don’t worry I’m just inviting you to my room, not asking to have sex with you,” he paused and leaned closer to your ear “Unless you want to.” Shivers ran down your body, because of the proximity and his words. Involuntarily you bit your lip and tried to form a reply.

“No, um- not yet. I don’t even know you properly.”

“Well you don’t need to know someone to have sex with them wifey, hope you know that, hm?” Did the man know what he was doing to you? He definitely did, his cocky attitude and smirk made it clear.

“I know that, but you’re not just someone are you? You’re my husband, and I want to know you first.”

“You’re a smart girl, wifey. I like that.” A genuine smile graced Lloyd’s face “Alright then, freshen up and come to my room.” You nodded and quickly went to your room to get changed.

As you stood in front of Lloyd’s bedroom, you felt excited but also nervous, but before you could ponder much, Lloyd came out.

“Come on in” your husband held the door open for you. Lloyd’s room was not only big but matched his personality perfectly. “You look cute.” You weren’t sure what to wear so you decided to go with some comfy shorts and T-shirt.

“Thank you.” Lloyd motioned at the bed for you to get in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You sat down on the bed while Lloyd lied down beside you.

“Are you planning to sleep like that?” he asked you with a chuckle. Well he had a point, so eventually you lied down beside him.

It all felt so foreign, and so weird to be sharing a bed with your husband more than a month later after getting married. You were feeling overwhelmed, happy and sad at the same time.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Don’t think too much okay? Let’s focus on this moment.” Lloyd tried to be as sweet as he could. “I’m happy you are here. I don’t really know how to apologise because I haven’t had to till now, but I apologise for being rude, and hurting you.” You gave him a smile.

“Can we try to be there for each other from now on?” The sincerity in your tone and the soft expression on your face made Lloyd feel things he didn’t realise he could.

“Yeah, let’s try that.” His answer was good enough for you.

After taking your permission, your husband softly wrapped his arm around you. You felt protected. And not alone.

Lloyd leaned in and waited till you gave him a nod, then attached his lips to yours. This was different than the first kiss you shared together, on your wedding day. It was full of care and compassion and didn’t feel obligatory.

In that moment you were hopeful about the future and what it brought for the two of you. Maybe married life won’t be so bad.

“Hey, let’s get some sleep now okay? You’ve had a long day.” It was true, you could feel the exhaustion in your body. You gave him a nod.

“Although before we sleep, I have a very important question to ask” Lloyd asked seriously and it made you look at him curiously.

“What do you think about my Moustache?”

[seromreven]

title: i’ll take you there | chapter two.

pairing: paul mccartney/female!reader/linda mccartney | john lennon/female!reader.

summary: the year is 1974. You’re the personal assistant of Paul and Linda McCartney. One spring day you meet the rather infamous John Lennon during the middle of his ‘Lost Weekend’ escapades. Spark fly and secrets unfold between the two of you.

author’s note: ... WELL.

also posted on ao3!

John and May’s shared home was a beach house near the road between Santa Monica and Malibu. It was shared between them and other musicians working on Harry Nilsson’s upcoming album, that John was also producing. Something that you were told as you stood in front of the lavish house surrounded by various tropical plants and trees. Not the type of building you had imagined someone like Lennon to live in.

The exterior was made of concrete made in a modern and minimalistic style. A popular design in the neighbourhood you had noted as you had driven by many similar designs. You stood leaned against your car, now wearing your jean jacket, as you silently looked over the building as Paul and John talked animatedly about one thing or another. Linda and May stood and talked to each other but in a quieter fashion and you slowly made your way over to them as Linda had spotted you and waved you over.

Linda turned to you with a smile; she appeared tired, “[first name], could you call Ms Sanders on the car phone and check on the kids?” You nodded and smiled politely to May as you turned around and walked to the McCartney’s car. You leaned over the edge of the convertible and carefully dialled the number. It didn’t take long before someone picked up.

“Hello, Ms Sanders? This is [full name], the McCartney’s personal assistant.”

“Oh, hi! ... Is something the matter?”

You laughed lightly, “no no, I’m just calling for Linda to check on the girls.”

The woman on the other end became silent and you could hear the background noise of movement. Instead of starting to worry; you calmed yourself with the thought that she probably had gone off to look for the girls. It was late and well past their bedtime after all. You glanced over your shoulder as you waited and saw that John was again looking at you, silently as Paul talked to him still. Your eyes narrowed as he didn’t seem to realise you had noticed him. You were bending over the door of the car to be on the phone and, well, it wasn’t completely out of the question he was taking you out. You flushed at the rather ridiculous thought (surely, he wasn’t!) and returned to stare down into the car as you waited.

“Oh, dear,” the woman on the other end reemerged with the line and your heart stilled at it. Was something wrong? “Little Mary isn’t feeling well and wants her parents to come home.”

You placed your hand over your chest as you turned around as much as the phone’s cord would allow and looked over at the couple. They were talking in a little circle with the other pair at the entrance of the house, presumably waiting for you. “Hang on,” you mumbled and yelled Linda’s name and waved her over and pointed at the phone in your hand.

“Here’s Linda now,” you told the babysitter and handed over the phone to Linda who had hurried to the car. You stepped aside and watched Linda silently with your arms crossed. You were quickly joined by Paul who looked at you questioningly. You shrugged and looked at the entrance where John and May stood looking at the three of you.

“Honey,” Linda got the attention of the both of you. She had only meant it for Paul this time around but you had been called it enough by her that it was an innate instinct to react. She sighed, looking more tired than before but now with the added bonus of worrying. You felt you knew where her sentence was going next and uncrossed your arms in preparation for it.

“We need to get back to the hotel. Mary’s sick.”

Paul nodded. You knew he wasn’t at all hesitant to rush to Mary’s side in any circumstance but there was something about the situation now. He had finally gotten together with John again. No matter your current thought and feelings about the former Beatle; he was still important to Paul. You would offer to could in their stead but the idea would be shot down, so much you knew. From six pm earlier that day you had time off for the next two weeks and it was of your own volition that you had gone with them to John and May’s place.

“I’ll explain it to them,” you nudged your head in the direction of the house, “so you can just leave,” you reassured them as Linda stepped around the car to get into the passenger seat. Paul nodded, again, and went to sit in front of the steering wheel as he glanced to the house. You patted on softly on the shoulder and soon after they took off. You turned towards the house and mentally prepared yourself was what to follow. Lord, keep check on your patience.

You slowly made your way over to them while going through what to say.

“Sorry,” you said as you went up the stairs that lead to the front doors of the house. They stood wide open and you could look inside to see a rather neat and tidy entrance. “They youngest got sick so they had to leave,” you folded your hands together and glanced at John. He seemed disappointed.

“Aw, too bad. Give them our well wishes, alright?” May did look distraught, more so than John did who just muttered a ‘yeah’ and stepped inside the house. May glanced at him as he went and then turned back to you as he disappeared out of sight.

“You can still come in for dinner, you want to,” she smiled politely at you and, well; how could you refuse that? You were still hungry. Smiling back, you nodded, “sure.” And was guided inside the house.

It was as you had seen when you were waiting outside... Neat. A surprise to you when you thought of the house as a shared colony of shorts for musicians. You had been around enough to know that outside of making music and taking care of their instruments; they typically wearing the tidy sort. Either there were exceptions to the rule or they had a really good cleaning crew.

“Hope you like Indian!” May smiled and looked at you over her shoulder as you followed her to the kitchen. There; John already stood with the food laying out in front as he smoked what presumably was a normal cigarette. You shrugged. You weren’t against Indian food. You had gotten it a couple of times with Paul whenever he got nostalgic about his time in India.

“She joining us?” He asked, looking at May and not even glancing in your direction. Hm, you crossed your arms at that. You were getting to be rather miffed as his constant aloofness towards you.

“For dinner, yes,” she answered with a slight giggle as he was grinning. You felt you had missed something. An inside joke, perhaps? You slightly shook your head at yourself and sat down on one of the many bar stools that surrounded the kitchen high table that John stood at with May while preparing the food. You scratched your neck and looked around. The design of the kitchen was very modern, you thought. Very minimalist and one coloured. You wondered who had chosen the house and if they also had stood for the decorations. It didn’t exactly match the vibes you got from the couple in front of you.

They in silence went and took out plates and glasses, preparing the food like taking it out of containers and reheating it. God, you should make small talk, shouldn’t you? The silence was unbearable and while May seemed like a really nice girl; you were very much unsure of what to feel about John.

You coughed slightly and asked, “how long have the two of you been together?” Your eyes followed John around as he took out different kinds of food, each on their own plate. It looked to be legs of Tandoori Chicken, Samosas and Chicken Tikka Masala with a lot of rice. Well, you didn't have to worry about starving it seemed. Three large bottles of lager stood next to the glasses. They were covered in moisture from the change of climate, from the cold fridge to the warm summer night that had crept inside the house.

“Oh,” May exclaimed, quickly glanced to John before pausing in what she was doing to look at you, “last year. Though we’ve known each other for a few years before that.”

You nodded and looked down at your folded hands in thought. It was probably not best to continue on that subject. He was still married to Yoko Ono. Whether he had cheated on her with May and then went to live with her after he was found out or something, you didn’t know. But, honestly, it really wasn’t your business to know.  “So, uh, how long have you worked for Paul and Linda?” She in return asked you. So you looked back up at her. She smiled at you very sweetly while John’s back was turned to you.

“Close to three years.”

She nodded with a smile, looking to and from you and John. You wondered what was on her mind, she seemed expectant of something; but what? Mentally you shrugged. You really had to stop being so suspicious. Let bygones be bygones or whatever fitted into the current situation.

They sat down in front of you, next to each other, and placed the dishes out. Three plates were filled with the Tikka Masala and were placed out in each of you while the Tandoori Chicken and Samosas were in the middle to just take from, you assumed. It looked and smelled good. Since moving in and living with the McCartney’s you had gone vegetarian as it was what you were. But it wasn’t something you followed strictly and they understood that, so you didn’t feel bad when you reached out for a chicken leg as stomach groaned in hunger.

You quickly got through the food without much conversation. You felt… not completely at unease but something like it. There right in front of you sat John Lennon. It was much to go through. You had been such a fan of his and The Beatles. And then you got to be working with one of them! You had always thought they were such good friends but there just seemed to be so much hostility post-breakup of the band and you had seen first hand how it affected Paul. You had to think empathetically and remember; it takes two. And you knew well enough Paul could hand out a few choice words himself, so you had to consider what John might have had gone through too. Though, it might also just be nostalgia from your teens and your intimate relationship with Paul that could all muddled up into a… just confusing mess.

You knew enough to not take any shit from John if he decided to dish some.

You were sitting still, sipping your beer as John stood in the kitchen cleaning up dishes and what else had been used as May sat in front of you talking animatedly. “It’s so nice to talk to another woman again!” She laughed and your attention snapped back at her as you had been rather unfocused on your conversation with her as you had been staring at John’s backside... His back! … Okay.

You frowned slightly at her and she explained; “I feel like I’m just surrounded by men lately. Sadly not many women working in the business, you know?” You nodded. Sure, there were women in music. But it was rare they were anything but the artists. You could only hope that would change.

You weren’t uninterested in her or whatever conversation she was making, it just that you felt rather easily distracted in this large… white as hell… house. Seriously, who wants to live like this? And then there was the eternal subject of John. His existence was easy to forget when he wasn’t right in front of you… totally noticing that you were (again) staring at him. Well, he did it earlier so why not make it a competition.

But just as your eyes narrowed as you both looked at each other; a crack of thunder shot down outside causing you to jump off your seat at the sudden noise. “Shit!” You blurted out and felt your heart beat violently in your chest. That had really taken you by surprise. May had immediately stood up as you did, though it looked like it was out of concern than shock. The thunder had been the crack that opened the sky up and now the sound of rain pelting the roof was almost deafening as John hurried around, with a tiny smirk on his face, to close the windows. May gently touched your bicep and asked, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “sorry.”

The last part was as a quieter volume as you had been slowly feeling the embarrassment of your shock creep up your neck. You weren’t… scared of thunder. It had just really taken you back. But it really looked like getting home would be difficult as you stared out of the window over the kitchen sink. It was pitch black and you could feel the effect of the day suddenly hit you.

May seemed to have the same thought and said, “you’re welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms for the night. It looks dangerous to drive out in this weather.”

You sighed, defeated, with a nod. It only made sense to stay. And you were sure Paul and Linda would be… less than happy if you crashed your car or, I don’t know, died. Rather alive in John’s house than dead in a ditch. Maybe if you considered it ‘May’s house’ the thought with fill you less with anxiety and more with comfortability.

Was anxiety what it was though? He hadn’t been horrible to you personally. And Paul seemed happy to see him today. So maybe you should just but a break on those thoughts and think positive! Like you’ve been saying to yourself multiple times that day! Jeez.

“Thank you so much,” and you really meant it. You were so exhausted. Head not willing to shut up about one thing or another or John. Having had beer, even a little pot. Your body was ready to shut down.

“John,” May turned away with a kind smile from you to look at her boyfriend, “will you show her to it?”  

He… hesitated as he looked at the both of you. C’mon, dude, show a little sportsmanship. As the kind, you were willing to do. In theory. If he didn’t jeopardise it. Not that he was any aware of the many warnings you had assigned to him… Well.

“I’ll be glad to,” he flashed a smile and nodded to you as he passed you by towards a flight of stairs you had seen in the foyer. You went up the stairs and through a slim hallway in silence. What kind of small talk could you make with a man like that? He had already gone through so much. And shared so much Paul. Or had. Or whatever their relationship was. Today had confused you on that point.

“Here you are,” he said and opened up a stark white door. The design of the room wasn’t much different than the rest of the house. Though in this case, you found it rather calming. A bedroom should have a calming aesthetic as it should be a place for rest. Most of the time at least. The wall furthest in the room had a wall long window. Neat.

You turned around as you took in the room. Sleeping in a strange place was always weird but this wouldn’t be… bad.

“What’d you think?” It came from John and you turned with a raised brow to look at him again. He cared what you thought about the place? You shrugged, seemingly aloof as you told him, “it’s nice. And very… beige,” you let out a small laugh as you turned to look at a painting that hung proudly over a cypress dresser.

You glanced at him, finally had enough with your thoughts; “who’s to… blame for the design of the place?” You looked back at the painting. It was done in an abstract style. Ugly but probably very fun to look at when high off your balls in LSD or some shit. He came to stand next to you as you studied the painting. He was smiling and it looked kinda… nice.

It wasn’t before he talked that you noticed how close he actually was standing;

“Dunno. One of Harry’s guys.”

You nodded, now in a daze, as you took in the various scents he had brought along. Weed and a touch of sweat and cologne… Nice, in a way. It made you feel… kinda tingly. Tingly… hmm, let’s just say… Nauseous? I mean, weed and sweat? Totally not something to blush about- right? Damn. Oh, you were back to the staring game. Staring at each other. Did he feel weird about this as well? Annoyed? Irritated? Anything like you felt?

May suddenly appeared in the open doorway and you jolted away from John as if electrocuted. He looked amused as he watched you bump into the bed that hadn’t been much further away from you and you landed on your ass on the soft covers with a light ‘thud’ and a slight bounce. God, what kind of reaction was that?

May giggled lightly, probably a little intoxicated but mostly due to the fool you were making of yourself. She then said, “the bathroom’s just down the hall. John and I are staying in the room next to yours.”

You nodded while feeling pretty hot faced. You hadn’t acted like such a fool around a man (or a couple for that matter) since you first started working for the McCartney’s. All your stoic and ‘cool’ attitude and the composure you usually held just threw itself right out the window. But this was different. Surely!

The meanwhile you had panicked mentally at everything going on; John had made his way to May’s side and had his arm around her waist. “Sleep tight!” She smiled, kinda cute, with a small wave. “And don’t let the bed bugs bite ya,” John added with a smirk before shutting the door close. You had them go down the hall and into their rooms next door. It didn’t bode well that the walls seemed to be so… thin.

And as you had undressed and crawled under the covers, you soon found out why. You could hear the couple talking. You could make out what exactly just muffled familiar voice… That soon quieter and into… Oh, God… Moans? Were they… making love with a guest over? Well, Christ, they did live with a handful of other people. Maybe it was just something they didn’t consider. But still, they were right next door!

Shit, you were too tired to care… or let the various… erotic sounds really have an effect on you. You willed those demons away and covered your head with the blanket as you quickly feel into a slumber with rather weird dreams.

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where they first met and how: Alright, so maybe the stories lied. Maybe you can go home again, though Kokoro hardly recognized it for the way it had been sealed tight against invasion. There was no great family reunion, just inhuman figures who introduced her to a cell. If Xemnas didn’t have use for her, that might have been the end of it. Instead, he leads her through the Castle, her guardian devil, retracing her steps as if she might lead them to the heart of it, and to the boy they sought.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: Implying their flirting was not just them clashing in battle as Xemnas tried to make it poetic and Kokoro just tried to beat him. That lasted for some months before they got a little tired of the battles for dominance, until Kokoro found better ways to get what she wanted out of him.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): Xemnas was a fool for this woman almost as soon as he saw her. It deepened in the ensuing two years, but that first glance left him at least intrigued.

where their first date was and what it was like: A low-key affair, playing at the normalcy they hadn’t seen in a lifetime. Dinner, and then a long walk along an eternal Twilight, where she spoke candidly of the world’s architecture and history. She thought she must be boring him. He didn’t want her to stop talking, not when it was about her interests.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): Xemnas played it like he wanted to have further discussions about their agreements and arrangements, Kokoro jokingly asked if he was trying to get her to go on a date with him. His silence afterwards told her that her joke struck a little too close to the truth. And then they had to.

who proposes first: Kokoro tries, bless her, but Xemnas is not one for matrimony even after everything is said and done.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: Hi he’s one of the leaders of the forces of darkness and she is pretty firmly standing with the light this time. No one knows what is up except for the questionable couple themselves. Besides, who would believe a Nobody could feel the echo of another life playing at whatever was left of his patchwork heart?

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): The two in bed, early morning, Kokoro straddling Xemnas’ chest and curling her fingers in the spaces between his. She brought it up conversationally, travel the worlds, find a religious official somewhere and be married before taking off to a long honeymoon. He shot her down gently, but they did travel in the end.

if they adopt any pets together: Vanitas counts right??? Kokoro insists they get a proper library cat, who is swiftly adopted by the kids and often kept from his duties as official library guardian. He is named ‘Hamlet the Lesbian,’ Ham for short. More on that later.

who’s more dominant: Kokoro. Any way she wants to use Xemnas is fine by him, so long as he gets to be in her presence.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: I’m pretty sure it’s established to be in the aftermath of him seeking an explanation for one of his Organization members turning traitor. For how he failed, for what he was to do with it. When she refused to be his object of worship or tell him what to do. I remember her pushing aside his ethereal blade and kissing him gently, giving him comfort rather than the orders he was so fond of following and handing down in equal measure.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): One year Mads and Nam surprised them with ‘If Lost Return to Kokoro’ and ‘I Am Kokoro. Keep Him’ sweaters for Christmas. Xemnas was insulted they imply the family matriarch would be so cold as to refuse him. Kokoro just started wheezing into her shirt trying to hide the fact she was cracking up.

how into pda they are: Kokoro is far too reserved and ladylike for any such teenage nonsense. A hand held or a kiss on the cheek is the most she will muster with others around outside the privacy of their own home. Unless, of course, a certain someone is coming back from some dangerous nonsense to prove he is still a bad bitch, at which point decorum is off the table and she will run to embrace and kiss him.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: Kokoro. Do you really think Xemnas is troubled by rain? No, so her 5′7″ ass has to strain to try and lift an umbrella to his towering 7′ chad height.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): Radiant Garden Opera House, a private box, kept in her name and often the subject of gossip by the elite of that world. The lady is beautiful, true, but the gentleman with her has the oddest bearing. They watch the show, hold hands, and whisper about the plot or the quality of the performers.

who’s more protective: It’s about equal, as both try to present a united front. Xemnas wants to protect what is ‘his,’ and Kokoro refuses to lose anyone else.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): Roughly a year if we take into account the canon timeline. 

if they argue about anything: They’re the worst kind of snooty nerds who debate literature and authorial intent very passionately. The cat being named ‘Hamlet the Lesbian’ by Xem nearly sent Kokoro into a fit. He thinks Hamlet is a lesbian and that’s why he is like that, Kokoro wants to know if he’s high. He smokes crack? Is that it?

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): If Xemnas didn’t cheat and heal from anything, this would be Kokoro’s victory to claim. As it is, she is the one left marked up as a result.

who steals whose clothes and how often: He couldn’t fit in her clothes if he tried. On days, post-canon, where she doesn’t feel like putting on her entire kimono first thing in the morning, she absolutely snatches something of his to stumble through the morning. His clothes are so long on her that she’s absolutely decent in them.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): Kokoro lays beside him, head on his shoulder, as he curls an arm around her and toys with her hair most of the time.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: They’re snooty nerds who dissect literature, rave about the opera season in the Gardens, and drink wine while laughing pretentiously at Scala high society.  

how long they stay mad at each other: While tempers might flare at times, often from Kokoro, they do cool quickly. They have never gone to bed angry since becoming a proper couple.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: Xemnas is a tea elitist, knowing just the perfect mixture of leaves and a specific kind of water you can only get in this specific words, with just a drop of honey for texture. Kokoro has slurped coffee right out of the pot when she gets on a roll. Two kinds of people.

if they ever have any children together: Well, Xemnas does end up a father to Kokoro’s adoptive daughter Mads, and as we plot Nam and Vani kind of end up part of the family as well. Then there’s Kogitsune, their son, who is just a soft baby and dearly beloved by both of his parents.

if they have any special pet names for each other: He has always called her Foxglove in private moments, first as a way to soothe her and remind her of a certain memory with Terra, and then as an actual pet name. She, in turn, often calls him ‘my heart,’ which is pure schmaltz but never fails to tug on his heartstrings.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: Nah they are ride or die. And then die.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): Their bedroom is carefully cleaned and orderly, sort of a minimalist classical. The decor available is rather old fashioned and makes a statement, and there are also books scattered around rather than properly put away on the room’s singular bookcase.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: A few stolen moments while Kokoro was in the company of certain allies. No one ever knew he was there, but she did offer him a small gift before he had to leave. As for when they could actually be together, it was a quiet, intimate Christmas morning, she made pancakes, they curled up comfortably and stared at snow falling behind the stained glass windows of her childhood home. And then Mads started trying to beat the door down to spend the latter half of Christmas day with her mom and that was the end of their peace for the day.

what their names are in each other’s phones: ♖Foxglove♖ for Kokoro, ♔King♔ for Xemnas.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ): Once a year they recreate that first ‘date.’ He always buys her a new charm from every world they visit as a couple.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: Xemnas doesn’t sleep, so Kokoro takes both of these.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: Kokoro would love to be the big spoon, but alas, He Thicc. So instead Xemnas curls his arms around her and snugs in close as she privately fumes.

who hogs the bathroom: They are both incorrigible bathroom hogs who need to perfect Their Look. It takes a lot of work to look as flawless as they do.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: Kokoro moves them outside, Xemnas argues that they can help to keep pests out of the castle.

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