#based on a fuuuuckton of chainsmokers songs

[skyland2703]

Hallooo!😂

Mini fic about Javelia in Paris please??

“I’m not a good guy, Amelia.” He sighed, as he looked into her eyes; something about their atmosphere, the way they were walking hand in hand on the rained over streets of Paris, the sound their feet made against the wet cobbled stone, it made him feel vulnerable.

“I was so mad at you that day… I—“ she knew what day he was talking about, but she also knew she didn’t want any mention of it— they were together now and that was what mattered, to her. Not the trauma thwy had gone through to be together, “no Javi. No I don’t want to know what you did”

“I felt like I could hurt you. You and him. I wanted you to be unhappy and I—“

“Its water under the bridge now” she leaned up and kissed him on his lips, his grip tightening around her fingers even more now, “whatever you did. Whatever you felt, I wont say that it was… good…? Of you to feel that way. But it was only human. And I know you would never want to genuinely hurt me, you’re not that kind of a guy” she quietly told him, “I’ve also done so many things I regret, Javi. But you don’t hold it over me, do you?”

Javi found a chuckle escaping his lips, “I’d never… you’re incredible the way you are. Your past doesn’t define you, water under the bridge…” he repeated her words.

Javi had had a big idea for their first date, after all the drama it had taken for him and Amelia to get together, he had wanted it to be perfect. And he’d picked her up in his Zord, and asked hers to come along, and they’d ridden in their zords to Paris. The zords had returned to their hibernation after dropping them, and Javi and Amelia had found each other, without any international travel documents, in another country, in the city of love, and they had celebrated their first date in a Parisian café. Sharing their first kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower, they were currently walking from the Louvre to the Cathedral de Notre Dame. And the walk was much longer than the map showed, but they were rangers, and had a good stamina, and were enjoying their walk in the rain.

Paris’s title as the city of love was well deserved.

Amelia looked at him, his fingers wrapped around hers, and his eyes almost overflowing with tears, and with the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a street side vendor selling locks, right next to the famous Paris’s lovers bridge, and she yanked his hand in that direction, and bought a solitary lock from the old man speaking in french.

Javi stared at her in awe as she led him to ghat bridge and held the lock in front of him, “two sweethearts on a bridge over the Seine. They write their names on a padlock.0 her eyes were dreamy, far away from everything that could hurt them, and at the same time, right there, in the moment, with him, narrating what felt like a Buzzblast article to him, “they hook it to an available spot in the bridge’s wire-mesh parapet, the railing that runs along its edges, and fasten the lock, securing it— and, they hope, their love—forever. They throw the key in the river.”

Javi stared at the lock in front of her. He knew she believed in superstitions like this, and he wasn’t too sure that he himself didn’t. City of love. This bridge was called the lover’s bridge for a reason.

Javi found Amelia scrambling for a pen, and Javi, who always carried it because of his songwriting along with a small pocket notepad, handed her one, and she wrote their names in a beautiful handwriting, and tied it to the lock.

“You know all my secrets Javi, from my obsessions to the graveyard runs… things I’m proud of, and those I’m not. But I wouldn’t share it with anyone else but you.” She smiled, “I don’t trust anyone more than you”

“Me neither, Amelia. You’ve seen me at my best, you’ve loved me at my worst. I know this is only our first date, but we go so much further back, we’re so much more than this” he held her hand, getting down on his knees, and she followed too, as the two of them found some space to fasten their lock onto the bridge’s net mesh, locking it, securing it, and holding the key together, in their hands.

“This is our box of sad memories.” She smiled, eyeing the lock, “lets never open it again.”

“A new beginning”

“A beautiful one”

They tossed they key into the raging waters on cue, watching as the roaring river swallowed it without as much as a ripple.

Leaning on the bridge now, they stared at the clear waters, the pink skies, the wet stone, the passing people in raincoats, and the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower in the background.

Javi smiled at Amelia, his fingers messing around with his thumb ring, while she locked her fingers together, and looked lovingly at Javi.

“So Amelia, whatcha doin for the rest of your life?” Javi asked, half jokingly, abd Amelia caught on, “I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight”

How that conversation ended with his lips on hers, she didn’t know, but she knew that there was no way she was ever going to regret calling him hers.