#christian seavey fanfic

[chilling-seavey]

Hey Emily!

How are you doing? I hope you are doing well

I have a Christmas imagine request for Christian.if you can’t that’s alright

So basically y/n is starting to put up the Christmas decoration and asked Christian to come help her decorate the apartment and in between the decoration process they take breaks by drinking hot coco and dancing to Christmas song after they finish decorating they were starving so Christian went to get food and y/n was looking at their masterpiece but she noticed something was missing which was the MISTLETOE so she hanged it in front of the door and was texting Christian to see where he was so she can record when he comes back  if he would notice after a while he would and you write the rest 🥺

Ik it’s too long but I hope it’s not to much

Love ya and ur writing

XOXO❤️

↳  A/N Aw thank you so much for this! For the ask and your kind words! I don’t often get Christian asks so I cherish the few that I do receive <3. Since you sent a general ‘y/n’ concept, I’ll just pick one of my universes to write it for if that’s okay with you – but don't worry it can be read and understood even without knowing any of my universes! This is as y/n as I can take it hehe

↳ Word Count: 972

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Sunday, November 29, 2026

The apartment was filled with the cheery sound of Christmas music, laced with angelic jingle bells and soulful vocals, leaking into the hallway of the building under the thick wooden door. Christian was balancing skillfully on his tip toes, trying to neatly wrap the silver string lights around the small evergreen tree in the corner of the living room. The woman who stood just behind him was his most recent relationship – his life usually consisting of girlfriends being few and far between. Just a girl he had met while out with friends one night in the early autumn and hit it off and thus asked her out formally. They were taking it slowly but surely and there was no better time to spend together than decorating her apartment for quickly approaching Christmas season.

“I can’t believe I’m decorating so late this year.” she tisked as she watched him drape the lights over another branch for an even spread while she nursed her mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

Christian glanced over with a smile, “At least it’s not December yet.”

“True,” she admired his handiwork as he stepped back, “and your definitely have more of a knack for this stuff than me. This looks straight out of a magazine.”

Christian just smiled off her compliment as he lifted his own mug of hot chocolate from the coffee table, “Just missing the ornaments.”

“That box there.” she pointed with her toes that were hugged in thick woolen red socks. “Did your family always decorate early?”

“Early to mid November, yeah.” Christian spoke loudly over the new song that played with strong volume from the Bluetooth speaker set up on the table. “My younger brother and his wife and three daughters always come out here for the break so my parents aim to get everything done in time to spare. Then they just have to focus on the cooking for all of us and not the decorating.”

“Do I get to meet your nieces this year that you speak so highly about?”

Christian sent her a little teasing glare, “Only if you’re good.”

His girlfriend only curtsied dramatically, “Top of Santa’s nice list this year.”

“That’s debatable.” Christian hummed as he stepped closer to her.

His hands slid around her waist over the material of her winter sweater. She only smiled up at him, holding onto his arms sweetly as they moulded closer together as the Christmas songs wrapped them up in festive cheer. They shared a dance in the small living room overlooking the city of Vancouver, singing off key together just for the fun of it.

But as their hot chocolate cooled and the short day grew darker, their decorations were disappearing from their storage boxes and returned to their rightful places on the tree, shelves, and around the rooms. They both flopped back onto the couch together, apartment sent into silence by the music being turned off, and they took a moment to admire their handiwork.

“We make a good team.” his girlfriend smiled, curled up in his side as his arm was draped around her shoulders.

Christian nodded in agreement, “That we do.”

“I’m really hungry though.” she lolled her head to the side to look at him, “And I was going to make dinner for us but that sounds like far too much work.”

“Okay, I can pick up something.” Christian chuckled, stopping only to press a kiss to her temple before he was standing up from the couch with a tired groan.

“What a gentleman.” she grinned.

When he had left for the parking garage, she was left alone in her newly decorated apartment. Christian seemed to have an honest hand for that as even the star on top of the tree was perfectly aligned and sparkled beautifully. She circled the apartment to stack the empty storage boxes together to stuff back in the closet until spring when one missing piece caught her eye. Under a small pile of packing paper, a small green ball of faux foliage was poke out of the corner. When she lifted it out by its string, she recognized it as mistletoe.

With Christian out, this was her perfect chance to hang it in a place where a sprinkle of cheesy winter romance could blossom so she pushed over a kitchen chair and tied the mistletoe to the foyer’s light fixture.

Christian came back soon and she was waiting for him in the small foyer excitedly. He sent her a confused little smile when he closed the door behind him, arms claimed by the takeout bag and drinks, “Were you waiting for me by the door like a puppy?”

“Mm, maybe.” she shrugged sweetly.

“Why?” Christian dragged out the word a little in slight confusion as he met her in the middle.

His eyes followed hers as she looked up towards the light fixture and when he saw the new addition to their precise decorations, he looked back at her and bit back a smile.

“I see.” he said slowly.

“Mhm.” she smiled, clasping her hands behind her back to wait for him to make the first move.

“Well, we can’t go against the rules of Christmas, huh?”

“Of course not.”

“Of course not.” he repeated breathily before leaning in towards her over the takeout bags in his arms.

She met him halfway, raising up on her tiptoes slightly, and smiled into their kiss that lingered between them for a moment. His lips were icy from the cold outside air and hers were warm from the cozy apartment and they pushed together perfectly. After a few seconds a few soft chasté kisses, they pulled back with matching bashful grins.

“I hope you know,” Christian sighed, speaking in a whisper, “My niece is going to kill you for that.”

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Hey love!

Hope you’re doing good.

I have cute idea where y/n is having a bad day then she goes to Daniel house and she ask Christian where is Daniel he tells her he is in the studio and Daniel was live on ig but y/n thought he playing piano and recording himself so she sat on his lap , he panicked because they were still a secret and he wanted his relationship private.

I hope that’s not to crazy

Hey! I’m doing great and I hope you are too. thanks for requesting!

Secret Relationship (d.s)

a/n: k just pretend that the background of that photo is the studio lol. I will most likely do a little pt.2 for another request I got:) if you want other scenarios or anything let me know cos this was fun lol. enjoy!

It was fair to say Y/n was having a bad day. The morning rose and fell as quickly as the leaves fell from the autumn trees outside, but once it was time for the sun to descend, the hours couldn’t have inched past any slower, crawling in one by one as she worked quietly behind the wooden desk after school.

It was 4:56pm when she glimpsed over at her lock screen to realise, she had an hour left before the library would close for the day. The school building was quiet at that hour. Most people were revelling in the joys and relief the weekend had graciously brought and only the janitor was seen wiping down the windows in the distance.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she wrote down the last of her notes. Her fingers ached after scrolling through the pages...and documents...and slides on her laptop and her brain went practically numb from all the letters and numbers she’d stared at. The unsteady pile of books beside her was not helping either. All those thoughts of work had her craving her boyfriend’s presence. She just wanted one of Daniel’s hugs at that point. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her and the comforting beating of his tender heart right against her ear. Every aspect of Daniel’s affection was practically engrained in her mind. The thought of being with him squirmed in the back of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings until she finally sighed and closed her books. She tucked her belongings into her backpack and made her way out of the library - after giving the quiet librarian a wave - and across the campus.

Y/n found herself standing behind the Seavey’s front door. She knocked a couple times and heard the door handle rattle after a moment. Christian slowly came into view as the door creaked open.

Y/n cracked a gentle smile. “Hey, Y/n,” Christian moved to the side to let her walk through. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” She replied. “And you?”

Christian noticed how Y/n’s shoulders slumped as she walked and the subtle frown playing at her lips, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “I’m great, just finished a self-tape.” He sat on the couch nearby.

“That’s great.” Y/n yawned. She’d come over to the Seavey’s house many times before so making herself comfortable was never an issue. Her blanket was tossed in the corner of the sofa, and she reached an arm to pull it towards her. Christian chuckled lightly as she plunked herself down and closed her eyes. The quiet of the home allowed her to enjoy some well-deserved rest. Only some, because in minutes Kobe was scampering down the hall and jumping into Y/n’s arms.

“Oh my God!” Y/n lifted herself up again and pet the excited dog as he licked her. She turned towards Christian again with Kobe shuffling further into her chest. “Is Daniel home?”

Christian looked up from his phone. “Yeah, in the studio.”

Y/n sent him a quiet ‘thank you’ before she was jumping out of her seat and rushing outside, across the patio. Kobe was quick at her heels.

Y/n had slowed down once she reached the door. She pressed her ear against the cold surface and listened in. The faint sounds of Daniel’s piano playing had sailed along the studio and seeped through the small gaps of the door, dancing with the steady breeze.

The soft, bell-like melodies emitting from the piano had smeared an unmistakable grin on Y/n’s face and she let her hands twist the doorknob quietly to not send Daniel out of his playing. She could sense his happiness from a mile away and today was no different. He was doing the very thing he loved after all.

The heart fluttering sight of him in an oversized, grey hoodie had her shoulders untensing and her face softening. “Hi,” She greeted. She trudged over and rested her palms on his shoulders from behind. His phone leaned against the music rack, with comments and questions gradually moving upwards beside little floating hearts. The live Instagram broadcast on his phone remained totally invisible to the young, tired girl. Daniel was hardly able to utter a warning before she draped her legs across his thighs to sit on his lap.

He couldn’t contain his nervous giggles as she hung her arms over his shoulders, “Hey, b-...Y/n.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied. She nestled her head into his chest and even clutched Daniel’s arms to rest around her waist. The Instagram live played on as the young couple rested together on the bench. Daniel kept his arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend despite his heart’s intense beating.

He looked towards his phone screen again. “She’s just giving me a hug.” He reassured the viewers the best he could. He knew no one was buying it though. The comments were brimming with heart-eye emojis or excited comments in all caps.

Daniel peered down at his girlfriend, tucked comfortably and unbothered in his arms. “Just a really long hug.” He nodded towards the screen again.

Y/n went out like a light. She was perfectly content cradled in her boyfriend’s loving embrace, already drifting into a peaceful drea-

“Y/n.” A sweat broke over Daniel’s forehead. He snatched sneaky glances towards his phone before trying again, “Y/n!” He whispered sharply through the warm toned room.

“What?” Y/n mumbled quietly. She rubbed her eyes to spread her consciousness further.

“People are watching.” Daniel jerked his head towards the phone screen in front of them.

Y/n snapped her head to look at his phone propped up against the music stand. “Oh! Ri-right.” She shifted off Daniel’s lap quickly. He tried to wear a smile for the audience in his phone that were very much engrossed in the situation. Y/n dropped her gaze to the floor and picked at her nails. “I’m just...” She flung her arm to gesture towards the door, “gonna go.” Y/n’s nervous words were barely heard through the room and Daniel’s expression faltered as he watched her stride off for the living room without a second glance.

He felt terrible. He fought the urge to run after her and make sure she was okay, merely spinning back around to face the screen. “Okay,” he said breathily, pressing the keys harshly to produce a muddled mess of notes. He didn’t feel like playing anymore.

---

Daniel dragged his feet out of the studio towards the living room. He noticed Y/n sitting on the couch during the rest of his livestream and desperately wanted to make sure she was okay. Outside, the sunset bloomed beautifully, setting the sky ablaze with soft colours as Kobe played quietly on the patio. He ran towards the main house as Daniel slid open the door.

Y/n gave him a quick upward glimpse before lowering her eyes again. But then she looked up again, noticing his usual soothing smile replaced with a long frown. “You okay?” She asked softly.

Daniel fell back onto the sofa with a deep huff before glancing at her. “No. I’m sorry you had to leave like that.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s okay.” She shuffled closer to him. Her body was angled slightly towards his and she dragged an arm to rest across his shoulders. Daniel moved to rest in between her crossed legs, and he rested his head on her chest. “We both want our relationship to be private, so...it’s okay.” Y/n consoled with a giggle. “I think your fans are suspicious now though.” She let a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. Daniel raised his eyes to meet her sparkly eyes.

“Oh, they’re definitely suspicious now.” Daniel took her hand away from his shoulder and entwined their fingers in a loose grip to kiss her knuckles. He cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her lips strongly. Y/n sighed pleasantly into it, finally feeling that relief she’d been waiting for all day. That reassuring affection that pulled her into a wave of warmth and comfort. They silently enjoyed the love that danced through their bodies and in between them for a few long moments.

Daniel pulled back and intertwined their fingers again. “It won’t be like this forever, Y/n.”

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Who I Write For

The Camboys

Christian Seavey

Ryan Abe

Danny Garcia

Dylan Statham

William Hadaddin

Devonte Stewart

JC Caylen

Oscar Guerra

Kevin Langue

Kian Lawley

Crawford Collins

Reggie Webber

Jake Webber

Anderson Webb

Harrison Webb

David Alvarez

Other People I Write For

The Sidemen - Simon, JJ, Tobi, Vikk, Josh, Harry and Ethan

Finn Wolfhard (Platonic only)

Jaeden Martell (Platonic only)

Wyatt Oleff (Platonic only)

Franny Arrietta (can be a platonic fic with Daniel or on her own)

Nezza (can be a platonic fic with Crawford or on her own)

Anna Seavey (Could be either a Platonic/Sibling fic with Christian, Daniel and/or Tyler included or romantic fluff/angst)

Joseph Quinn

Calfreezy

Callux

ChrisMD

TheBurntChip

Beta Squad

ArthurTV

George Clarkey

What I Write and Don’t Write

What I write:

Platonic with younger!reader (NOTE: COULD BE SIBLING!READER OR JUST A YOUNGER FRIEND) (e.g. the guys being protective of the reader)

Angst (e.g. reader and one of the guys break up)

Fluff (e.g. reader and one the groups having a movie night)

If requested with a specific pronoun, I will write with those pronouns.

I mainly write platonic fics, but I am open to writing angst and fluff.

What I don’t write

SMUTS (I feel uncomfortable writing smuts since I am doing imagines about real people and despite Christian saying once on stream that he doesnt mind and Kevin has literally WRITTEN a wholeass fanfic on wattpad about the camboys himself, i still feel uncomfortable, and its out of my comfort zone <3)

I am no longer writing for Why Don't We, I am just not as interested in that band as i used to be, besides Jack & Daniel - I will still write for them but only when requested, otherwise i won't.

I will also write for specific fictional characters too (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Robin Buckley, Argyle, etc.)

[chilling-seavey]

Hey

I have an imagine request for Christian for the Christmas theme

So Christian ask y/n to spend Christmas with him and it’s y/n first time meeting his whole family and she was anxious of meeting them and what their reaction on the age gap between Christian and you are 4 years younger than they thought you would be immature but you were the opposite . The grandma especially loved y/n . the rest is yours to finish

Xoxo

↳  A/N I knew exactly which universe this could fit into right away...hope you don't mind my tendency to resort to OCs! Don’t worry - it can be read and understood even without knowing any of my universes! <3

↳ Word Count: 1360

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December 19, 1959

Among the group of anticipatory loved ones, Christian stood with a small bouquet of red roses in hand, chewing nervously on his bottom lip with his eyes transfixed on the sliding glass doors across the airport hall. Various travellers emerged from the doors with heavy suitcases or fussing babies, finding their family members in the waiting crowd in a quiet welcome home for the holidays.

Christian slid his hand over his gelled back hair, shifting on his feet in anticipation. The clock on the wall appeared to be moving backwards. Did time always move this slowly?

Finally, the doors slid open and Christian’s heart nearly lurched him to step forward across the linoleum just as the young woman he was waiting for emerged from within. Her face broke out into the sweetest smile at the sight of him standing front and centre in the crowd and she pulled her suitcase behind her as she ran over to him. There was nothing better than that electrifying warmth that shot through your body when you touched your soulmate and after months apart, it felt better than anything Christian had felt in his life.

She melted into his arms, squeezing him tightly as he nearly lifted her up off the ground in their embrace and even when she was set back on her feet, she clung onto him a moment longer.

“I missed you.” Jana sighed as they seperated, leaving her hands resting lovingly on his arms.

“I missed you so much.” Christian replied easily, offering her the flowers, “Brought these for you. Know red roses are your favourite.”

“You’re sweet.” she smiled, pulling him back in for another tight hug.

He set his hand on her back and pulled her closer to his chest, shutting his eyes for a moment to just feel her body against his.

“Okay,” she pulled back again and slid her hand around the back of his neck, “Kiss me now.”

Christian only grinned at her demand and leaned in to kiss her waiting lips, pulling her closer as the shivers of real soulmate connection filled his senses. In the middle of the airport crowd, they seperated after only a few moments and let their hands intertwine instead.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

All the houses on the street were decorated for Christmas despite the 15 degree Los Angeles weather that covered the city and suburbs. Christian drove with the roof of his convertible down the whole way from the airport and Jana held her hands up to feel the warm wind through her fingers. He couldn’t help but stare at her as much as he could, nearly in awe by the fact that she was really truly in Los Angeles with him.

The street outside their house was filled with a few cars belonging to various family members and Christian only grinned wider as he pulled into the last vacant spot in the driveway. He parked and turned to her in the passenger seat.

She looked back at him, “Do I look alright?”

Christian only tisked at her hesitation, “You look beautiful.”

“Think they’ll like me?”

“Golly gee, darling, of course they will.” Christian reached across the front seat to gently pull her in for a quick kiss. “No one else is absolutely made for me.”

The moment they stepped inside the front door, they were welcomed by loud chatter from the living room and Christmas music playing on the radio and the warm smell of his mother’s cooking. The warmth that the Seavey’s house exude brought a smile to Jana’s face and she followed Christian into the front hall and he closed the door behind them and set her suitcase to the side for her.

He led her by the hand down the hallway and into the main room where his family was gathered around the couch and all talking loudly amongst themselves. Daniel glanced over first, sitting in one of the armchairs with Loretta squished up at his side, and he grinned at the return of his older brother.

“Christian!” Daniel cheered eagerly.

Everyone followed his gaze to look towards the newly arrived couple and right away they were greeted warmly. She had a bit of a crowd to be introduced to and one to remember all the names of: Tyler and his soulmate Wendy, Daniel and his soulmate Loretta, their sister Anna, father Jeff, and their maternal grandparents. Their mother was still working away in the kitchen. Christian kept a silent protective hand on her back as she greeted each member of his immediate family with handshakes or quick one armed hugs, sharing pleasantries and Christmas greetings. If she was nervous, she seemed to play it off well, although a quick glance back at Christian always seemed to tame her anxieties.

“There you are! Just in time!” Keri greeted excitedly as she hurried out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.

Jana was welcomed into a hug by the lady of the house but she complimented easily through it, “So nice to meet you, Mrs. Seavey. You keep a beautiful home.”

“My, my, you are a dear.” Keri smiled when they pulled back. “Christian has talked of nothing but you for months. I am so elated you were able to join us for the holidays.”

“Chris is real gone.” Daniel teased on his way past towards the set dining room table, slapping a hand on his older brother’s shoulder. Loretta hurried after him with a giggle over Christian’s little glare.

Everyone took their seats around the festive table lined with filled dishes and garlands and they all helped themselves. There was nothing but love in their air – familial, platonic, romantic – and the Seavey’s and their loved ones appeared to be such a picture perfect family. Jana was elated at the energy of them.

Once they were all settled and eating, Tyler, from across the table, directed to their newest guest, “How was your flight?”

“So long.” Jana chuckled tiredly, “Fifteen hours can really do one in.”

There was a soft chorus of pitied groans.

“Must be some strong love you have if you are willing to travel that far for him.” Loretta smiled.

Jana glanced to her left where Christian sat and answered with a proud grin, “You bet.”

Supper was filled with lively chatter about everyone’s lives and stories and a bit of debate about the following year’s election. It felt like home and it felt like Christmas and it felt as though the universe was at peace. Soulmates sitting side by side and hand in hand around the table, sharing good food and tender touches under the tablecloth and secret whispers between conversation. It was what the world was made for.

By the time dessert was done and the plates were empty and everyone was slouched back in their chairs too full to move, conversation hit a momentary lull. The men moved to the living room and the women offered to help clear up the table and Jana was left by Christian with a kiss to her cheek. She helped to carry the dishes to the counter with Anna while Loretta and Wendy got to washing and the mother dried and the grandmother packed up the leftovers.

“I was worried you were going to be a little square.” Anna admitted under her breath as they stacked a few dishes from the dining room table.

“What ever for?” Jana gaped at her.

Anna shrugged, “I dunno. Christian’s annoying so it would only be fair that his perfect match is as well.”

“I am much cooler than Christian.”

“Definitely.”

The girls giggled quietly and brought the dishes to the kitchen to be washed. As the women worked, the grandmother inquired about how they had met to which the sharing of the thrilling story of the dorm party at Berkely and a bit of soulmate fate that came into play.

“I knew Christian was going to find a good strong pretty woman.” the grandmother complimented, “But, you are sure better than I prayed for.”

“I’m the lucky one! This family is incredible. If not for him, I’ll stay for you all.”

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Passchendaele (AU) - Charles Christian, My Hope

↳  A/N This is an alternate universe blurb for my Passchendaele universe…this is not part of the storyline we usually follow. I was inspired by Season 4 Episode 2 of This is Us and thought I'd be a little creative and stretch this universe a bit

↳  Summary: Christian wonders how life can go on being lived

↳ Word Count: 953

↳ Warnings: Descriptions of PTSD and alcohol abuse

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The room to the right at the top of the stairs housed something more precious than could be put into words. It was a gift given to the world with promise of something new and the reassurance that life isn’t death. It was hard to be convinced of that sometimes when all Christian’s mind was filled with was war. He carried the weight of the lives of thousands of men in his hands, their spilled blood staining his skin, and he was sure that everything he touched would suffer the same heinous fate that they had. It sickened him. The sight of his own face in the mirror sickened him.

The only thing that was tolerable for himself to touch was the bottle. He passed his days in the pub, hunched over the bar top with his face in one hand and a glass bottle of lukewarm cheap beer in the other. He drank his mind blank. The three years he spent in France and Belgium drank into a messy blur in his mind until the days and months blended together into a haze of horror.

His younger brother – his sweet younger brother – was expecting a child. He had married after the war and was expecting his first child. Daniel was not without his own traumas of the war but somehow he had managed to pull through day by day to the point where life followed him easily. Christian nearly envied him. He envied the way Daniel didn’t need to touch alcohol. He envied the way Daniel had a happy marriage. He envied the way that his naïve little brother was turning his life around after they suffered hell together. Daniel and Christian’s relationship was hanging on by a thread because of this and it was at no fault of the younger brother.

Christian got the call on some early February morning, just before he was leaving to head to the pub. Daniel’s wife was in labour and it would be any hour that the baby would be born. Daniel was scared and he whispered his pleas into the phone to urge his elder brother to come and sit with him while he waited, acting as something to diffuse his stresses.

Charles Christian was born that afternoon, named after his uncle. Christian didn’t hold him.

Christian never held him. When he came to visit he would look, compliment, and speak to the baby in flat simple sentences but he always stood in formal attention, hands behind his back and feet shoulder width apart. He didn’t want to let the blood of his men taint the innocence of new life.

The room to the right at the top of the stairs held the baby. Within that room, Charles held the future in him, unbeknownst to himself and his little mind. He was hope.

Christian stood beside the crib, permitted a moment alone with his nephew while his brother and sister-in-law rested in the parlour downstairs. Charlie, who was awake and pleasant, stared up at Christian’s solemn face, unbothered. He kicked his little legs and squealed happily at the sight of the familiar presence, munching gummily on a rubber ring, although his dimples that matched his uncle’s could be seen just past it.

“You’re 187 days old today.” Christian whispered down to the baby.

Charlie cooed up at him.

“You know how I know that? Because I am 187 days sober today.”

The two stared at each other with the same blue eyes. Charlie kicked his legs again.

Christian set his hands on the side of the crib and leaned down a bit closer, “187 days seems like an absolute eternity when you are trying not to drink but…I look at you and it truly does not seem like any time at all.”

The baby babbled happily but didn’t take his wide eyes off of Christian who was still leaning slightly above him.

“I didn’t plan to stop drinking but…but I see something in you. I see promise in you. I see…that…I cannot let you down. I cannot let you suffer the embarrassment of having me as your uncle, I…” Christian bowed his head and raked his hands through his hair with a heavy sigh. “You have my name and I don’t know why because I don’t deserve that honour.”

Charlie reached a hand up to him, opening and closing his tiny fingers as if to grasp for his solemn uncle. Christian ignored the baby’s reach as he spoke on, letting his thoughts fill the room.

“I have not been ideal, my boy, I know that; I haven’t even touched your skin in the six months you have been alive. You must understand that I am scared. I am scared of myself and I am scared of you and I am scared of letting down my brother who had been trying so hard to be a good father for you.”

Charlie whined, his little eyebrows narrowing as he reached his hand up as high as it would go and kicked his legs for effect. The ring dropped from his mouth and his bottom lip trembled.

Frightened that the baby would cry and his brother would come running and scold him for hurting him, Christian reached down without a second thought and pressed his pinky into the open palm of his nephew. The baby's skin was soft and warm and felt like the innocence of a springtime flower. Christian's breath shuttered in his chest the moment he touched him. Charlie quieted down happily and pulled Christian’s finger down to his mouth to munch gently on. They stared at each other silently.

“Charles Christian,” the shaken soldier spoke in a whisper, “you give my life hope again.”

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Not sure why I'm obsessed with Christian and Cora from Amoureux, but I am lol

Could you write a blurb about Christian getting his own little heir? Maybe Daniel can be giving him some tips since he's been there, done that 👀

Omg I am glad you are! :) I loved this idea so much because I know Daniel could be so cocky about it-

December 10, 1823

“Where’s your son?”

“He is with the nannies.”

Daniel’s face scrunched up in disgust, “Why?”

“Well God knows I am not going to leave him laying about on his own, Daniel. He is an infant.” Christian answered impatiently, tapping his quill gently on the side of the ink pot.

“Have you even held him yet?”

“Of course I have held him, Daniel. He is my son.” Christian finally looked up from his desk to glare at his younger brother leaning against the doorway to his writing room. “What ever do you need from me? I am terribly busy.”

“I have never seen you once hold him.”

“What is this? An indictment?”

“Well why don’t you play with him?”

“It is not a father’s place.”

Daniel blew a loud raspberry with his tongue between his lips and Christian’s eyes went wide with shock at the crudeness of his younger brother.

“Good Gracious God, Daniel.” Christian sighed tiredly, “It is truly a wonder as to how your sons are not as mentally inept as you are.”

“Not to me. It’s obvious that I am a much better father than you.”

Christian scoffed through a chuckle, “Oh, please, spare me.”

“It’s true.” Daniel nodded matter-of-factly. “I cannot imagine being away from my sons for long and here you are making love to your papers behind a closed door.”

Christian’s eyeroll was hard to miss, “What is your point, Daniel?”

“If you claim you’re such a marvelous father, then prove it. Let the nannies off for the rest of the day and take care of your son yourself. Like I do. Like the rest of England does.”

“That would be then Cora’s responsibility.” Christian answered.

“Oh my God!” Daniel laughed, helping himself into the room and set his hands down on the edge of his brother’s desk loudly, rattling the ink pot on its silver tray, “Cora and Louisa are out in town for the day and you and I are going to play with our children.”

“I have work.”

“To hell with your work.” Daniel cursed, snatching up the neat papers from the desk into a crumpled grip in his hand and rushed back off into the hallway.

“Daniel!” Christian shouted after him.

“We’ll be waiting in the nursery!” Daniel sang from down the hallway, his shoes clicking loudly over the marble floors.

Christian huffed in defeat, dropped his quill back on the silver tray, and followed after his brother towards the private wings of the palace.

Buckingham Palace had a stunning window lined nursery with calming blue walls and thick white regal trimmings and the cribs were lined up in front of each window along the room. Usually there was only one crib but with Daniel and Louisa visiting, there were three. Christian stepped into the nursery to find his brother sitting on the floor with his two sons in their day dresses. The nannies were stood to the side, looking slightly panicked.

Daniel glanced up at his brother when he entered, “I tried to dismiss them but they refused until they heard it from you.”

Christian looked to the two women and then to his brother and then back to them. He sighed, “Very well. Dismissed until further notice.”

The nannies curtsied to their King and then exited the nursery. Daniel smiled proudly and turned back to his boys, wiggling a little wooden block out to catch their attention. Christian paused in his place and did not move.

“Well, go on.” Daniel gestured to the crib closest to the door. “Pick him up.”

Christian forced a glare to his brother before walking carefully over to the white painted crib. He leaned over the side to see his nearly six-month-old son laying contently on top of the white stain linen. He wore a white baby’s dress with booties and a bonnet and Christian stared down at his full cheeks and dark hair and diamond blue eyes.

“Christmas is coming, Christian.” Daniel sang from the floor across the room to hurry him up.

With a huff, Christian leaned down and wiggled his hands under the baby to lift him up and out of the crib. As the heir to the British throne, Christian’s infant son, Edward, was the prize of the country and even Christian himself felt a little nervous holding him. He would never admit that to his brother though.

He joined him carefully on the rug with the baby held up by his armpits and then carefully sat him with his two cousins.

“Eddie got a chapeau, Papa.” Henry giggled, reaching out a tiny finger behind his bilingual mess of words to poke at the baby’s white bonnet.

“Yeah, that’s his hat.” Daniel praised the two-year-old.

“You understand him?” Christian asked quietly.

Daniel nodded, “Louisa speaks French to the boys often so I pick it up a little too.”

“No, I mean…he babbles…how do you know what he is saying?”

“Oh.” Daniel looked down to Henry who was entertaining himself with a stack of blocks, “I dunno. I never thought of it. I just listen to him and it makes sense in my head.”

Christian stared at his son, watching him munch gummily on the end of his white gown as he sat on the rug in front of him. Daniel was busy with his own little boys, rolling onto his stomach to get right down with them and their tower of wooden blocks, and Christian felt a tang of jealousy in his chest. He had always been the better son and Daniel had always been the outcast, the slacker, the immature one, and yet he seemed to know how to be around children like it was easy. It was a naïve jealously that Christian didn’t like. He felt silly.

The sudden noise that came out of his son had Christian’s eyes widening and Daniel burst into laughter over the clear shock that was apparent over his older brother’s face.

“Your son seems to be quite gassy.” Daniel giggled.

Christian’s nose scrunched up, “Oh, Edward, that is terrible.”

“Might want to change him.” Daniel said casually before turning back to his boys.

Christian paused, hesitating, watching his infant son’s face scrunch up in discomfort and he let out a wail. Christian didn’t move.

Daniel looked back at him, then to the baby, and then to him again, “Well? Are you going to change him?”

Christian sighed in defeat, the piercing cries of the baby urging him to raise his white flag far to early than he would have liked, “I don’t know how.”

“Is that so?” Daniel said casually. “That is not good for you. Good luck, dear brother.”

Christian huffed in annoyance at his brother’s obvious teasing, “Christ, Daniel, can you please show me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Daniel hopped up from the ground and gathered the wash basin and a few linens and a cloth diaper before returning to the floor. “Can you believe this? Me – the annoying little brother who will amount to nothing in the words of the very own King of England – is being asked for help. May miracles never cease!”

“Oh, stop it.” Christian snapped.

Daniel only sniggered and helped to lay the future King of England down on the blue rug to change him, “The things you learn while banished, dear brother, I swear. You should break the law sometime…you might learn something for yourself.”

“Oh shut it.” Christian scoffed, giving him a nudge. “You can thank me for your motherly skills then.”

“Are you watching?” Daniel asked sharply, cockiness full in his voice, “Because I’m not cleaning up your stinky baby again. You can just get pissed on next time.”

“Hey, mind your mouth.” Christian scolded. “But, yes, I am watching.”

The afternoon turned into playtime for the five royals, going on a walk through the snow dusted grounds of the palace with Henry walking between them as Daniel and Christian each pushed a pram. Christian was far past embarrassed at first since it was always the mother who took the babies for walks and fathers would not be caught dead pushing the pram, but Daniel was more than pleased with himself for the advances that his older brother had taken that afternoon.

“There is only one thing that can earn you the spot as best father after today.” Daniel said to his brother.

“What is that?” Christian sighed.

A cheeky smile came onto Daniel’s face and he took off running down the path, “Winning a race!”

“Oh, you-” Christian censored himself before hurrying off after him, Henry leading the way between the winter gardens.

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Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Christian’s Epilogue

A/N Long overdue, here is Amoureux’s second epilogue focusing around Christian’s future after the novel ended! Thanks to @why-dont-we-not​ for helping me out a lil and getting my butt in gear to actually get this done LOL

Christian stood in the doorway of Louisa’s bedroom, staring silently into the empty room, the bed unslept in, the candle burnt out, and the wedding dress gone along with her. His runaway bride. The anger he had felt in the past weeks had diminished and he was just so tired, hiding his face in his hands and turned away from the room as the heartbreak took over. Mary watched him silently, her face fallen in pity as she watched him swallow back his tears. Christian leaned against the doorframe for a moment and took a deep breath to regain his composure before running both hands through his hair and meeting the lady in waiting’s gaze.

“Do you know where she went?”

“I do not know. She did not tell me anything. I had no idea.” Mary replied softly.

“Fuck.” Christian sighed, turning back to the room with his hands on his hips as if they had to analyze the emptiness of it. They were the only two who knew about Louisa’s disappearance at that moment, Mary making sure to lead him upstairs privately to show him the open window in his fiancé’s bedroom. She waited patiently for further instruction from the groom on his second wedding day in a week. Christian sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw tiredly before speaking ever so quietly, almost to himself with realization that he didn’t want to admit,

“She went to find Daniel.”

The calmness that radiated off of the future King and the abandoned groom was almost worse than the possible anger and it turned every head in the palace as he passed on his way downstairs and right out the front doors, still dressed in his suit. No one bothered to question him as his stone-cold straight-lined expression said enough. Christian rushed down the hill to the stables and let himself inside, much to the surprise of the stable hands who watched with wide eyes as the groom helped himself silently to his horse and led him out to the courtyard. He fastened the reins and tied on a leather saddle before hoisting a leg over and took off for the coast, alone.

The Southampton harbour was bustling with people when he arrived nearly an hour later, his once styled hair falling over his forehead with sweat as he had raced to beat the clock, his suit jacket splattered with mud. People bowed as he passed, their expressions flat and Christian frowned at the solemn nature of the crowd as he navigated his way through the harbour on horseback. He easily spotted the royal carriage in front of one of the empty docks and he trotted over quickly. The two guards were talking quietly, surrounded by Daniel’s packed trunks and bags, and when he approached they looked up at him with nothing but fear in their eyes.

“Where is she?” Christian asked flatly, twisting the reins around his hands.

“Your Royal Highness.” the guards bowed to him before glancing at each other again. “Princess Louisa…uhm…she…”

“Spit it out.” Christian snapped, although more sadness than anger was apparent in his voice.

“She and your brother jumped ship.”

Christian swallowed thickly, “To Spain?”

“No. They took off down the harbour and caught a ship at the end. We are unaware where they are headed. We can find out if you would like someone to go after her-”

“No.” Christian silenced them quickly, he looked down the harbour to where they had supposedly disappeared, the girl he once loved, never to truly be his, “Let them go.”

~~

Christian was assigned a new bride by the new year. The Princess of Denmark; a slight stout young woman with long dark hair and a broad nose, always caked in makeup and wearing the tightest of corsets until her bosom nearly popped out of her dresses. She knew her place in society well, or at least it came off as such, and the King of England was sure she would be a loyal future queen. She wasn’t Louisa though; and Christian would never say that out loud.

So he was set for life with this woman whose voice sounded like crows squawking and her laugh was like knives on marble. Christian found himself missing Louisa more and more every minute that passed, hoping she was at least happy but still sick with anger that his brother, yet again, got what he wanted.

The Royal Family never spoke about Daniel; it was as if they lost another son just like they had their first. The disappointment to their country and to their family. Might as well have been dead as it would have saved them a hell ton of trouble. Once Louisa abandoned the wedding plans, England was to take over the French throne since their side of the deal was not held up. Still in love with her, Christian convinced his father to spare Louisa’s family and turn their focus to other things, leaving France intact and England without a future queen.

That was, of course, until Ethel came in from Denmark and was determined to be the queen they never had, with her near perfect old-fashioned manners but still demanding and clingy personality. It was as if she couldn’t function as a human being without a man with her. Christian tried so hard to be polite, to convince himself to love her like a wife, but he just felt empty with her around, like he was literally missing a part of his heart. He always assumed it was Louisa who his heart was always yearning for; how she picked up and left without even a goodbye, his one true love that with whom he never got his happy ending.

His new wedding was planned to occur early in the year, sort of as a way to get it over with before he might have a second runaway fiancé. The King didn’t want to take any chances. But Christian kept putting it off and putting it off with excuse after excuse as to why they should wait; longer to get to know each other, he wasn’t feeling well one week, he wanted to go see a one-night-only play in the city that exact day, anything to just wait a little longer. Wait for what? Christian himself didn’t even know. Wait for feelings to arise? Wait for Ethel to leave? Wait for a sign that he didn’t have to be with a shrieking witch the rest of his life?

Well that sign certainly came that summer as he was rushing to head down to the stables for an afternoon ride, his riding boots clicking loudly over the marble floors of the palace as he descended the stairs and made a beeline for the doors. His cufflinks were proving to be a bit of a hassle as he tugged on them to get them to sit right as the doormen opened the double doors for him and he rushed outside. He knew the path to the stables like the back of his hand, not having to even watch where he was going as he cut through the gardens, grumbling under his breath at the pieces of silver that had yet to clasp. Before he knew it, he was tripping right over onto the grass, falling flat on his face with a loud thud.

“Oh my goodness! Your Royal Highness! I am so dreadfully sorry!”

Christian picked himself up quickly, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as he brushed himself off and turned to see what he tripped over, a wicker basket of transplanted flowers now knocked over at his feet. He looked up into the light blue eyes of the young woman in front of him, her face filled with concern and smudged with spots of soil, light brown hair a whispy mess on her head showing how long she had been out working in the gardens.

“Are you alright?” she asked quickly.

“Yes.” Christian cleared his throat nervously, eyeing her plain work dress that was marked up in soil and grass stains and she crouched down to gather her spilled basket. “Let me help you.”

“Oh, no, that is not necessary.” she assured him quickly but he still bend down with her to gather some of the flowers.

“I should have been cautious of where I was walking.” Christian said.

“Oh no, my fault for leaving my things in your path.” she replied quickly, not wanting him to feel the blame in the slightest. The Royals could do no wrong. “So sorry.”

With the flowers back in the basket, they both stood up again and Christian eyed the gentle woman in front of him as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, “Are you new here?”

The question seemed to startle her, “Oh, no, Your Royal Highness. I have been working here for two years now, tending to the gardens and the grounds.”

“Usually a mans work.” Christian stated. Not rudely, just an obvious observation.

“Yes, well, I enjoy nature.” she smiled widely at him.

“Well thank you…” he faded out to let her introduce herself.

“Cora.” the gardener said, tucking the basket over her arm.

“Cora.” Christian repeated gently with a small nod, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “For keeping our gardens looking marvelous.”

“My pleasure.” she grinned.

“Darling!”

The shrill voice from the palace sent Christian’s skin crawling and his wide eyes looked back to Cora, “I was never here.”

She could barely laugh through her nod of agreement before he was rushing off to the stables, tossing her a smile over his shoulder.

Christian found himself drawn to the gardens more than before, just to sit on the grass and read his poetry as she worked, sharing small smiles with the pretty gardener in passing. Harmless, right? Harmless that he spent as much time as he could away from his new fiancé and with the help instead. Ethel hardly noticed honestly. She was much more focussed on the lifestyle, spending time with all the lavish activities that came with the title of ‘future queen’ to even be bothered to get to know Christian anymore. It was a vicious cycle of Christian wanting to put off the date and Ethel not caring enough about him to ask why he seemed to be avoiding marrying her.

As the days went by, Christian and Cora started talking more in the gardens and he found that she enjoyed listening to him read her poetry as she worked, giving them lots of time to discuss the pieces as the hours passed. It seemed to always end with Christian losing track of time and having to rush in for dinner with only minutes to spare. Cora wasn’t much to offer; born into a poor family of working class. She was thin and pale despite working outside most of the time and no where close to Ethel’s thicker stature that came from well fed royalty, but she was pretty and Christian wasn’t dumb enough to ignore that obvious fact.  

Cora lived in the bottom of the palace with the rest of the staff in dark rooms and cold stone walls. She would never complain though, being treated quite well by the Royal Family compared to other families around the country, and especially not when she had the future King of England coming to find her in the servants quarters late one night. The stares from her work friends (acquaintances?) were near comical as they gaped at her being led off by the Prince’s arm and back into the main palace.

Christian took her to the library – a room she was never permitted in since she spent most of her time outside – to show her his own private collection of literature. They found themselves losing track of time again, sitting together on the wood floors with a single candle between them and books stacked around them. Christian offered out a book to Cora who politely declined.

“You have my permission to read, Cora.” Christian chuckled. “You are not working currently.”

“Yes, well, you see,” Cora mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear before smoothing her hand over her grey skirt, “I cannot read, Your Royal Highness.”

The silence that fell made her blush furiously.

“You cannot read?” Christian frowned with curiosity, “But you talk so formally about the poems I read to you in the garden…enough that you must have studied at some time?”

“No. I just feel the words like I’ve known them my whole life. They make sense to me; when you read them to me.” she smiled bashfully.

Christian looked down at the book in his hand, dragging his fingers gently over the words on the page before looking back up to her in the candlelight, “May I teach you?”

With a gentle nod from the young woman, he shuffled closer to her, sliding the candle carefully over the floors as well and slipped the book into her hands. He set his hand on the floor behind her to lean in close in the dark room, guiding her through letter by letter as the candle burned itself down bit by bit. They were quiet, sharing whispers and soft laughter through the gold trimmed library as midnight passed and the night went on. Until they turned to each other at the same time, noses brushing in their close proximity and their smiles both faltered with realization of how close they were truly sat.

“Your Royal Highness…” Cora breathed hesitantly.

“Christian.” he corrected softly.

“Christian…” Cora spoke slowly, knowing better than to call any member of the Royal Family anything but their title. But she couldn’t help it when he was staring at her like that; like she had the answers to all the questions in the world.

Christian couldn’t hold it in any longer, raising his opposite hand to her cheek and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. Her soft gasp was the only sound in the room as their lips met, locking perfectly like it was how they were supposed to be as cliché as it sounded, and Christian slid his hand into the back of her hair to pull her any closer. They stayed there for a moment, sharing slow and lingering kisses before they pulled back at the same time, lips with that same blissful pout as their brains worked to keep up with their hearts.

The irony was unbelievable: Christian falling for someone he couldn’t have while going against the wishes of his family and his fiancé. It was a cruel joke by God, he was sure of it. He was just like Louisa, giving him a better understanding of what she was going through during her time at Kensington Palace with that thrill of true love but that sickening constant feeling of guilt. Every time Ethel was around him, Christian felt like he was in purgatory; caught between a rock and a hard place. But his safety was in Cora, reading to her in the gardens during the day and teaching her to read in the library by night, finishing early to get a few secretive kisses in before they parted ways. It was the type of love he thought he had with Louisa but he didn’t realize it wasn’t until he was with Cora.

Ethel was starting to get suspicious as to why Christian kept pushing back the date as he initial excitement of becoming British Royalty started to wear off and now, she wanted a wedding ring to prove it and lock it in. Lock him in. She started getting clingier so Christian couldn’t get time away to be with Cora during the day but he made it up to her at night. She was worth losing sleep over.

Worth losing sleep over as she was tucked up in his down filled bed sheets with him, the two of them silently staring at each other, breaths in steady time and cheeks flushed in matching pink. Christian traced the curves of her jaw and her neck and over her bare shoulders as they laid in silence, wondering how he ended up like that…in the best way. He shifted his arm around her and she cuddled up against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her head through the silent night. You never sleep better than when it’s next to the one you love.

The morning only brought a rehashing of the night, between shared gentle kisses and soft touches and bashful giggles and shy moans against warm skin and supple lips. They had yet to get through to the reality of their situation, still riding the high of that thrill of the sneaky ‘honeymoon phase’. But that only lasted so long until there was a knock at the door. The fearful look on Cora’s face was engraved into Christian’s mind when he looked back on that memory in the years that followed but in the moment it was a brief glance before the door was thrown open and Ethel was barging in, singing out about wanting some extra time with her darling.

It only took all of six seconds for Ethel to process that the gardener was in her fiancé’s bed and she threw an absolute fit, shouting obscenities at the poor girl, throwing herself over Christian and his messy bed to grab her by the hair and drag her out of bed. It was a panic that morning and a complete haze of screams and pleads and tears from all parties and soon Christian found himself sitting in his father’s office, slouched back in the chair, numb, staring at the floor with his fist pressed to his mouth as if thinking how did I end up here?

“I do not know what to say to you right now, my son.” the King spoke lowly, sitting opposite him at the large desk.

Christian closed his eyes tightly as his father spoke to him about where to go from there, how wrong it was to be at all involved with the help and how heartbroken Ethel was. In moments like that, Christian could only think of Daniel. He knew better than anyone at that moment that you couldn’t force love; it just happened, and Christian felt sick with guilt over pushing his brother away. More than just pushing him away; banishing him. His own brother.

“Are you listening to me?”

Christian’s eyes rose from the floor to his father’s serious expression and he nodded weakly.

“She will be dismissed this afternoon.”

“No.” Christian said quickly, sitting up in the chair as if suddenly intrigued in the conversation.

“Christian, you are no better than…” his father couldn’t even say his name. “You are acting incredibly immature. After one failed engagement I only hoped you would take this one more seriously.”

“Ethel is atrocious, Father. Truly.” Christian protested. “I loathe the sight of her.”

“Oh my word, Christian John, you sound like your brother.” the King scoffed tiredly with a roll of his eyes.

“I cannot look at her without wanting to rid my supper from my stomach and her voice makes my ears bleed.” Christian said seriously, looking right into his father’s eyes.

“That is enough.” the King scolded loudly. “You will not speak about your fiancé like this. You are incredibly rude.”

“I want to choose my wife.”

“Christian, that is not-”

“I want to choose my wife myself. Not who you pick or who mother picks or whomever. I want to pick my wife. And I want to marry Cora.”

“The gardener?”

“The woman. I love her.”

“Do not be ridiculous.”

“I love her and I am going to marry her and she is going to rule England with me when the time arises.”

“You cannot marry a commoner, Christian. Society does not work like that.”

“It can. And it will. I will either marry Cora with your blessing or I will abdicate the throne.”

His threat left his father in stunned silence for a few long seconds, his shocked and angered blue eyes staring down his nose at his son. Without Christian staying as heir, they would have no family left to take up the throne since Daniel was long gone. Anna was not an option. The British throne would be passed over to some other family. The King cleared his throat and looked to the tabletop, tapping his fingers on the surface anxiously.

“Your…suggestion arises questions about your brother.”

“Daniel doesn’t want to be King. There’s no doubt in my mind that if he comes back he will abdicate as well.”

The King sighed heavily.

“Father, I want to be King. I will be a great King at that. But I do not want to be forced to rule beside a woman I cannot stand.”

The father and son stared at each other silently.

“You are aware that you are no better than your brother in this situation.”

Christian bowed his head to his lap at the obvious.

“Finding yourself in the same situation as he, the same situation you threatened his life over and thus got him exiled?”

“I am aware.” Christian spoke softly.

“I do very  much want you to take my place as King some day, Christian. But, for now, you need to spend today thinking about your actions.” the King said sternly. “I want you in your room until supper and by then I expect that you have spoken to God about your hypocrisy. You must take it up with Him and find guidance, son. As you do, I will contemplate your…negotiation terms.”

So Christian was then back in his room, bed stripped by the maids, and he was sat at his desk by the window overlooking the grounds. Cora wasn’t in the garden. Just like his brother months before, Christian was locked in his room to think about what he had done. Pathetic.

He prayed for a bit at first but felt generally hopeless turning to God about something so…sinful. So Christian resorted to a quill and parchment instead. He found himself writing each letter carefully and slowly, spelling out the name he once cursed to heaven at night;

Daniel,

I’m sorry…

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Twelve

A/N Lowkey forgot this story existed-

Christian and Michelle had yet to discuss the status of their relationship. They were going to take it slow and see how things played out; making sure that their careers were priority. That certainly didn’t mean they couldn’t make out in his car or in the empty conference room after the day ended and they definitely did that a lot. But they were going to take it slowly.

Well, until Christian invited her over for dinner with his family.

“My brother comes back from tour this afternoon and we always gather together to celebrate. Usually we go to BOA Steakhouse.”

“BOA? That’s crazy expensive.”

“Yeah, well…” Christian laughed lightly through FaceTime. “You won’t be paying anyway so you should take us up on this offer.”

“Maybe I will.” Michelle smiled shyly. “Are you picking me up?”

“Of course. Be ready for 6.”

Christian didn’t notice the nervousness in her voice but if he did he assumed it was because meeting his family was a big step, especially in a relationship that had yet to be titled. Regardless, the focus would be all on his brother that night anyway which would take the pressure off and Christian was just looking forward to his family being all back together and having a very good meal.

Christian loved, protected, and was undeniably proud of his younger brother; that wasn’t a question. But, like any sibling relationship, there was always going to be a hint of jealousy. And Daniel being picked up from the airport wearing a shirt that cost more than Christian’s entire wardrobe had the elder brother housing a bit of a green monster on his shoulder.

“Christian! I missed you, bro!” Daniel pulled him in for a quick hug, having to bend down slightly next to his slightly shorter elder brother.

“Me too. The house was so quiet without you. It was nice.” Christian teased.

When the three brothers shared eager hellos at the airport, they were to head right for dinner to make it for their reservation time. Tyler packed Daniel’s suitcase into the trunk of the Tesla and the youngest brother got in the driver’s seat with Christian in the back.

“Oh, my baby, I missed you most.” Daniel cooed, caressing the steering wheel for a moment.

“I took good care of her for you, don’t worry.” Christian said lightly as he buckled up his seatbelt.

“Good.” Daniel smiled.

They waited for Tyler to finish packing the car and then he got into the passenger side, “I am starving.”

“To BOA?” Daniel asked, punching the address into the car’s menu screen.

“Actually, we’re picking someone up first.” Christian said.

“Oh? Anna?”

“No, she’s with Mom and Dad. We’re picking up my, uh…my girlfriend.” Christian said, the word falling from his lips with hesitation but it felt normal. It felt nice.

Daniel’s face was flat for a moment as he processed the information he was just told, glancing over at Tyler and then a small smile played at his lips as he looked back at Christian, “Damn, Chrit is growing up.”

“Oh.” Christian scoffed.

“Alright. Type in the address and we’ll go meet her.” Daniel grinned.

Christian felt suddenly nervous about his family and Michelle meeting and the drive to her apartment had him stewing in his own mind about it all. There was nothing to be nervous about but he simply felt just anxious enough to not have much of an appetite before they even got to the restaurant. Michelle’s small apartment building soon came into view and Daniel parked the car on the street to wait for her.

“Be right back.” Christian said, jumping out onto the sidewalk to call her down from the lobby.

She was already waiting there for him, dressed in her fanciest business-casual attire that put Christian’s simple burgundy long sleeve to shame. She greeted him with a smile and a kiss – his brothers watching from the car – and he took a second to look at her.

“You look so nice.” he complimented.

“Too much? I wasn’t sure of the dress code; I’ve never been.” Michelle asked nervously as they made their way towards the car.

“No, it’s great.” Christian assured her and opened the back door for her.

“Hey, Michelle.” Tyler greeted, having met her already a handful of times.

“Hey, guys.” she said softly, shuffling over to give Christian room to climb in as well. She kept her gaze down, her tendency to be a bit introverted starting to show, and she focussed on buckling her seatbelt.

“So you’re Christian’s girlfriend.” Daniel smiled back at her like he was the protective father or something.

“Daniel.” Christian snapped warningly.

“Yeah.” Michelle blushed lightly, holding her hands together in her lap.

“Good to meet you then. I’m Daniel. Sorry I smell like airplane.” he held his hand out towards her.

“You’re fine.” she giggled and took his handshake. She directed her shy smile back to her lap when they let go.

“To BOA.” Tyler clapped his hands once and Daniel selected the address on the menu screen, and they were off.

Christian could tell that Michelle was out of place as she kept her hands on her lap and her gaze out the window and she didn’t speak much the whole drive to the restaurant. He set a comforting hand on her arm and she turned to send him a tiny smile.

Of course, the Seavey family were warm and accepting as always and even though all the attention was on Daniel and his homecoming, they still made Michelle feel just as welcome too. Christian noticed that throughout dinner Michelle was incredibly shy, like more than usual, even compared to when she met all of his friends at once or when they met celebrities at work. She had a steady blush on her cheeks and kept her hands tight in her lap as they talked around the table and really didn’t speak unless spoken to. He would ask her about it later.

They went back to the brothers’ house after dinner, after saying goodbye to the parents and Anna, and they all helped bring in Daniel’s bags from the car. Daniel went off to get settled in his room and to shower off his travels and Tyler joined Michelle and Christian in the living room to watch a movie, Kobe curled up on Christian’s lap.

“Dinner was okay?” Christian asked her quietly.

Michelle glanced at him and gave him a small smile, “It was great. Thank you.”

“You seemed quiet tonight.”

“Did I?” she questioned. “I guess it was all just a lot.”

“My family liked you.”

“I liked them.”

Christian smiled and went to lean in for a kiss just as Daniel returned from his room and Michelle turned her head like they were being caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. The youngest brother was only in low-sitting shorts, his hair still wet from his shower and his bare and toned torso on full display, and he helped himself to a bottle of water from the fridge without giving the small group in the living room a second glance. Tyler was intently watching the movie but Christian was only staring at Michelle and how she kept glancing at Daniel out of the corner of her eye. It only worsened when he came over to join them, cooing down at Kobe before flopping back on the couch with them and Michelle’s cheeks flushed pink.

Christian felt the air disappear from his lungs as he realized that his film reels weren’t the thing that made him stand out to her. It was his brother.

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Nine

A/N Totally forgot this novella existed ngl. Anyway, this chapter was sorta fun to write because I love the angst 😛 What do you think Christian should do??

“Smoothies all around.”

Michelle set the takeout tray on the table and the small group thanked her as they took a cup each and passed the rest around. The main ‘characters’ were gathered around the conference table again with the set director stood by the projector to go through the walkthrough of the set location in regard to the directions on the script. Christian was placed between Dean and Tom, sharing a small bashful smile with Michelle from across the table where she sat with the director and the other more cooperate staff.

She looked beautiful that day – at least that’s what Christian thought – and after their situation from Oscar’s birthday party a few nights before, he could hardly look at her without blushing. He felt like he was in high school again. Funny, he was more nervous about being in the same room as Michelle than he was sitting between two of Hollywood’s best actors.

The meeting started and the rendering and areal photographs of the trenches that were being built were scanned through on the large TV. It was truly impressive and Christian tried to pay attention, he really did, but he kept stealing glances at Michelle from across the table, having to force himself to look forward and focus.

How was he supposed to pay attention when all he could focus on was the memory of her lips on his and her hands on him like it was natural? Like it was supposed to happen?

Christian didn’t mean to, but he had completely zoned out for the entire meeting and he was startled back down to reality by the snap of the set designer’s briefcase closing. He sat up straighter and looked around as everyone started to pack up, awkwardly shuffling his papers together to make himself look busy. Had it been an hour already?

He managed to sneak out without anyone asking him any questions about what they just covered, thankful to avoid any further embarrassment.

“Come on, Christian.” he mumbled to himself as he got in the elevator alone, pressing the button for the parking garage. “Get your head out of the fucking clouds.”

“Wait up!”

He habitually stuck his hand in the door to keep it from closing and Michelle rushed in to join him, offering a wide smile and a breathless, “Hey!”

“Hi.” Christian smiled back, his heart racing in his chest just from looking at her.

“Did you like the sets so far?”

Her grin was nothing but proud and hopeful and Christian cleared his throat nervously before nodding, “Yeah. They looked really good.”

The five seconds of them he remembered.

“I got to sketch it out for them myself, can you believe that?” Michelle sighed, shaking her head, hugging her bag to her chest through her smile. “I swear I fell asleep and this has all just been one huge dream.”

“Me too.” Christian whispered, eyeing her discreetly before taking a deep breath and focussing on the elevator numbers ticking down to the lobby.

He was waiting for her to bring up the party; how it was a mistake, how she didn’t really feel like that, how she was just another girl that didn’t like him like that. But she didn’t, simply standing next to him quietly with a calm smile on her face. It was almost worse. Was she pretending that it didn’t happen?! Christian’s mind was going a mile a minute to try and wrap his brain around it himself, the silence lingering between them.

The elevator doors dinged as they opened to the lobby and Christian went to let out a small sigh as that was her stop and she would be gone to let him stew alone. Except she turned to him first, grabbing his arm, and pulled him in for another kiss that was over before it even started and she was rushing out into the lobby, her grinning cheeks a furious pink.

Christian stumbled a moment as he stood up straight and the doors slid closed again, leaving him alone in the elevator with his love-sick mind a bit woozy.

Tyler was home when he returned and Christian headed into the backyard where he heard the music playing. His older brother was grilling in the back in shorts and a baseball cap, Kobe snoozing on the stone walkway.

“Hey.” Christian called, making the dog’s ears perk up and he rushed over to greet him with eager yaps.

“Hey. How was the meeting?” Tyler asked.

“Oh…fine.” Christian shrugged, bending down to pet the dog.

“Just fine? You were looking forward to it this morning.”

“Yeah. Just…I…” Christian laughed nervously as he stood back up and joined his brother at the grill.

“What’s with your goofy smile?” Tyler narrowed his eyes at him.

Christian bit back a smile as he picked up the fork resting on the plate beside the grill and tapped it nervously against the wood, “Nothing.”

“Nothing my ass. You look about as guilty as Kobe after he pooped on Daniel’s rug. What did you do?” Tyler pressed, flipping over the chicken he was cooking.

“So…you remember the writer, right? The one I’ve been practicing lines with and stuff?”

“And going for lunch with and visiting the C4 house with? Yes.” Tyler’s lips turned up at the corner in a small smirk.

“Yeah…well…we kinda kissed on Saturday. And today.”

“Kinda kissed?” Tyler raised an eyebrow at him. “How do you kinda kiss?”

Christian sighed deeply, slightly embarrassed, and ruffled a hand through his hair, “Okay, we kissed a lot on Saturday. And once today.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“No! Tyler! Oh my gosh.”

“Because you can’t get involved with your co-workers.”

Tyler’s sudden serious tone made Christian’s cheeky smile falter and he dropped his gaze to the fork in his hand, tapping it once against the plate as his eyebrows furrowed.

“This is your first big gig, Chris.” Tyler continued. “And based on how you came back here from that meeting something tells me you’re spending more time with this writer than with her script.”

“No.” Christian shook his head gently. “We’ve been working together on it. She’s been helping me.”

“What was your meeting about today?”

“Trenches. Sets.”

“And?”

Christian hesitated a moment, “The script. And the sets.”

Tyler sighed, closing the lid of the grill and set the thongs on the plate, “Listen to yourself, Chris. What the hell are you doing?”

“Do you not want me to have a girlfriend or something?” Christian snapped. “Because I found a girl who actually likes me and now you’re telling me that I can’t be with her or something?”

Christian was usually the level-headed brother but under the judging stare of his eldest brother, he always felt like his buttons were being pushed.

“Christian, holy shit, bro.” Tyler laughed. “Relax. You don’t need to date the first girl that gives you the slightest bit of attention. You always do that and end up laying in bed listening to your ‘Sad Songs’ playlist on repeat when she doesn’t feel the same way. You rush things, Chris. That’s just who you are. You rush things and get yourself hurt and, as your older brother, I seriously gotta put my foot down here because a lot more than heartbreak is on the line. This is your career, Christian. Your career as an actor that you have dreamt about since you were like six. A real actor, bro. You can’t be standing here telling me about this girl down to the colour socks she was wearing today but can’t tell me a single thing about the meeting you were at.”

Christian scoffed, dropping the fork onto the plate with a clank and he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not saying this to be an asshole. This is reality. If you fuck this up, your career will be done for. You need to be putting every single ounce of concentration and passion into this movie and this character. How do you think Daniel got where he is? Spending hours and full nights practicing his music until one of us had to yell at him to shut up at 2am. And when he started touring, he only practiced harder to make it where he wanted to be; he didn’t get caught up with any relationships except for his band mates and his family. He had his priorities where he needed them to make it big.”

“Yeah, I fucking know how Daniel made his dreams come true.” Christian snapped loudly, making Kobe’s ears perk up with the sudden volume. “I know he’s the successful one and the attractive one and mom and dad’s pride and fucking joy. You don’t need to tell me!”

“Oh, come on, Chris.” Tyler sighed. “Don’t turn it into that.”

“Turn it into what? It’s the truth! If it wasn’t for him I’d still be living with mom and dad in their guest room!” Christian yelled, throwing his hand out towards the million dollar house behind him. “I’d still be driving my 2001 Honda that breaks down if you breathe too hard! I know that all my ‘fans’ are only here because of him! I fucking know, Tyler!”

Tyler stayed quiet, watching his younger brother carefully as his cheeks flushed red with anger and his chest heaved with emotional breaths.

Christian ran both hands through his hair and took a few steps back before continuing softer now, “I finally have something that I got on my own. She found me to be her actor through my college reels. This is my doing. Mine. Not Daniel’s. For once, it’s not fucking about Daniel. It’s me.”

The oldest two brothers stared at each other silently for a moment. 

Tyler nodded once, opening the grill up again, “So don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.” Christian mumbled, taking one last glance at him before turning towards the house.

He’d be damned if he messed up his one big break because of a haphazard half drunk kiss.

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Amoureux Mini Masterlist

Summary: Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.

Disclaimer: Real-life historical timelines and realities of England and France have been altered for the sake of the story. The timeline of this story will not accurately line up with the real life historical timeline of 1820s France or England. This story is strictly fictional and any similarities between characters and real-life historical figures is strictly coincidental and not intended.

Amoureux (c.s / d.s.) - Chapter Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Epilogue

Christian’s Epilogue

The Reunion

Extra Information and Aesthetics

Character Breakdowns

Christian & Louisa’s Wedding Aesthetic 

The Children’s Character Profiles

Fan Edits

Slow Dancing in the Dark (AU from randomlimelightxxx 💛)

From T Anon 💛

Poem From Randomlimelightxxx 💛

Amoureux Blurbs

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Ten

A/N Sort of a filler chapter but bear with me lol

Christian sat in the car for a while outside the studio, the parking metre running as he sat with his hands on the wheel and making no effort to get out. He was dreading confronting Michelle after his talk with Tyler. It seemed he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, torn between his one shot at a career and his one shot at love. Dramatic, but that was to be expected from him.

After trying not to psych himself out too much, he climbed out of the car and headed into the building for his costume fitting. He was excited about that at least, excited to see himself in vintage military gear.

The room was already busy when he got upstairs – mostly because he made himself late from sitting in the car and stewing for way too long – and Michelle greeted him with a wide smile as one of the designers spoke to her across the room. His brain switched right into flight over fight and his feet steered him as far away from her as possible with barely a half smile in reply.

One of the ladies showed him his assigned rack, lined up in dark green jackets and trousers and a few other pieces of clothing for him to try on and make sure they fit nicely. Christian thanked her softly before taking the first hanger into the fitting room. He had waited so long to be able to finally dress as his character, a role he had waited since he was in high school, and he managed to push away any worries of his current situation as he buttoned up his trousers.

There was no mirror in the fitting room so he anxiously did up his jacket and rushed out to take place in front of the large mirror set up in the main room. Christian ran a hand through his hair to tame it a little as he smiled at himself in the reflection.

“Very nice.” one of the costume designers said, coming up beside him to make sure it was sitting right. “Fits like a glove.”

“It’s beautiful.” Christian said. “It looks so real.”

“It is real.” she chuckled, placing a pin between her teeth as she fiddled with the hems to make a few more adjustments.

“You guys have a talent I can’t imagine.” Christian shook his head in disbelief.

“We could say the same thing about you.” the lady said, “Hold still a second.”

Christian watched her pin under his arm through the mirror and then she stepped back and smoothed out the fabric before working on the trousers that were slightly too long and she cuffed them up and pinned them.

The other actors were bustling around the room too, some getting measured and most getting their costume adjustments done and Christian spotted Dean and Tom right away, his eyes lingering on them through the mirror a moment. Christian glanced back down at the designer at his feet as she worked and before he could even convince himself to say something to the incredibly famous men in the room with him, he was greeted with a polite,

“Hello.”

Christian looked up in surprise to see Dean getting up on the pedestal beside his own and they shared kind smiles.

“Hey.” Christian said softly, wincing slightly as he moved and ended up getting pricked by the pin under his arm.

“So it seems you’re my brother now.” Dean said lightly as his own designer joined him to adjust his costume.

“Yeah! Have you had much of a chance to look over the script?” Christian asked.

“Oh, yes. Loads. I am really looking forward to it. Wasn’t sure how I felt after doing 1917 but this should be fun. They’re pretty different still.” Dean shrugged.

“1917 is one of the best films I’ve seen. You must be proud of that one.”

“Thank you! Yeah, I certainly am.”

Christian found conversation with Dean progressed with ease which was nice; having that good rapport with other actors made on-screen chemistry that much more believable. They spoke until Christian was whisked off to try on another outfit by the designer.

The day started off with a lot of nervous energy and anxiety but Christian was soon falling into a much more comfortable state and he was more excited than anything. Of course, that was all undone as Michelle finally approached him after a bit.

“How you doing?” she asked gently.

“Great!” Christian said quickly, having just changed back into his regular clothes.

She followed him back to the racks to hang up the pinned clothes and he thanked the lady who took them from him.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Michelle asked, grabbing his arm to pull him to the side.

“To go where?” Christian frowned, glancing over at her.

“I dunno. The mall? Beach? Wherever. You’re finished your fittings so…”

Christian could hear Tyler’s voice in the back of his head.

‘You can’t get involved with your co-workers…don’t fuck it up.’

He glanced over at the other actors still getting fitted and then he sighed and looked back to Michelle, “I can’t.”

“Oh.” her face fell, having obviously expected him to agree. “Okay.”

“I gotta stay because Dean and I might be running lines together when he’s done.”

“Sure. That’s great.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I get it.”

They fell into silence for a moment. Her hand was still on his arm and she dropped it quickly when she noticed.

“So, I’m gonna go then.”

“Okay.” Christian nodded once.

They stared at each other. Michelle didn’t move, as if expecting something.

“I’ll…text you later then?” Christian took a small step back from her.

“Oh…yeah. Okay. Sure. Yeah.” Michelle nodded. “See you.”

She turned and headed for the elevators quickly before Christian could even get another word out and he watched the door close behind her silently.

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Amoureux - Chapter One

A/N: I’m really excited for this one! I hope you are too! Reblogs are certainly appreciated 🥺🤍

Summary: Louisa Arielle Blanchet is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is more than anxious for his father to bring him home a bride once their engagement is finalized by their families. Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Real-life historical timelines and realities of England and France have been altered for the sake of the story. This story is strictly fictional and any similarities between characters and real-life historical figures is strictly coincidental and not intended. In depth historical research has been done throughout the writing process in order to aim to write as accurately as possible, however, I was not a part of this time period and therefore do not claim that anything written in this novel is 100% accurate by any means.

Palace of Versailles, France ~ July 23, 1820

“Louisa!”

Her mother’s shrill voice near echoed down the large domed hallway, her shoes clicking against the marble floor as she rushed to grab her eldest daughter by the arm to hurry her along. The Queen tisked distastefully at the dirt stains around the bottom hem of her daughter’s dress and did her best to try and tame the sixteen-year-old’s dishevelled strawberry blonde hair.

“You need to stop playing with your brother in the garden and stay inside. Look at you! Such a mess! Proper ladies do not frolic in the dirt.”

“It was just for a little while, Mama.” Louisa protested softly, glancing in the reflection of the massive gold framed mirror beside them, watching as her mother’s hands dusted the pollen from her shoulders and re-pinned her stray curls back up.

“Your father has no time for this nonsense. He has been expecting you!” The Queen’s hand grabbed her daughter’s wrist and tugged her off down the hallway at a brisk walk.

Louisa rose her gaze to the ceiling, watching the detailed paintings drift by as they passed underneath, each angel and cherub painted with a careful hand by the order of her ancestors smiling down at her. The massive crystal chandeliers were hung on twenty-foot delicate strings and Louisa often found herself questioning how hard of a hit with a pebble it would take to send one crashing down on her mother’s head. Especially at that moment, when she was ordered inside by her mother’s ear-splitting shriek from the palace gardens and she was now left to watch the tiny figure of her younger brother running among the trees by himself through the large pained windows. The future King of France; merely eleven years old and an absolute brat.

Louisa knew her place in her family well. She was a disappointment from the start as daughters were in no way desirable as the first born of a royal family. Her father was a kind man and adored having a daughter and the two of them had a close relationship, but Louisa couldn’t help but hate herself for what she couldn’t control. She would give anything to be on the throne of France herself, but it wasn’t realistic.

The Queen pulled her into a room off of the main hallway where The King was standing and waiting for them.

“Ah, mon coeur, there you are.” The King smiled at his daughter and welcomed her with a kiss to each cheek.

“Your daughter was dirtying herself in the garden.” The Queen explained distastefully, her hand still tightly around Louisa’s wrist.

“Your playtime will be coming to an end soon so it is beneficial for you to start to spend less time with your brother and more time learning how to be a future Queen.” Her father spoke gently, gesturing her to sit down on one of the chaise lounges in the center of the room.

Louisa pulled her arm from her mother’s grip and joined her father, smoothing down her dress to sit down, “I am no heir to the throne, so I do not understand why you are so concerned with how I spend my time.”

“Well, you may not be an heir to the throne of France, mon coeur, but I need to start thinking of the future of this nation and the role you must play as my eldest child.” The King explained gently as the Queen took a seat beside him. The servants brought over a tray of teacups and saucers and passed them to each member of the royal family.

Louisa was the only one who thanked them as she sat with her shoulders squared, knees together, and head perfectly straight, raising her cup to her lips and took a small sip.

“I have been writing with the King of England. His eldest son is of age now and is looking for a wife to produce heirs to the English throne.” The King continued.

Louisa set her teacup down a bit harder than intended onto the saucer in her hand, watching her father with narrowed eyes as he continued.

“Antoine will succeed me on the French throne and I only wish for you to be as powerful and successful as your younger brother.”

“I should expect my throne to be mine. I am the eldest, Papa.”

“You know it does not happen that way, mon coeur.” The King spoke softly, setting his teacup and saucer onto the small table between them. “France and England are the two most powerful nations in the world and a marriage between our families would only strengthen our kinship and reinforce peace.”

“England needs any reinforcements they can get after losing New England.” The Queen spoke under her breath.

“The United States of America now, Sophie.” The King corrected.

“Ridiculous.” The Queen muttered, taking a sip of her tea.

Louisa supressed her eyeroll.

“So, Louisa, my daughter, you will be sent to marry the future King of England.”

“I have not even met this man. What if he is awful and terrible and hideous?” Louisa asked quickly, panic starting to ensue within the idea of this arranged marriage.

“Would I ever put you at risk, mon coeur?” The King said softly. “This is tradition lasting centuries. Strategic diplomacy and a way for my beloved daughter to have the seat on the throne she has always dreamt about.”

“The French throne, Papa.” Louisa frowned, stirring her spoon around her tea haphazardly. “I do not want to be associated with a country who cannot keep their colonies.”

“Now, now, Louisa.” The King held up a hand to her. “You must be nice. Christian is a lovely young man and from what I have heard he is very excited to meet you. I expect you on your best behaviour.”

Louisa pursed her lips angrily, staring down at her tea that was growing cold.

“You have a responsibility as Princess.” The King continued. “It is without discussion that you will follow my orders to marry into the British royal family and bare successors to their throne.”

“And if I am absolutely repulsed by the man that I won’t look at him let alone bare his children?” Louisa taunted, her fiery personality bubbling to the surface, her nose upturned slightly in protest.

“Then France will be taken under British control. We will lose everything.” The King spoke sternly. “I want you to be happy, mon coeur, but you must do as I say. For the sake of France.”

Louisa’s entire body seemed to slouch with the realization of the dire importance of this marriage. She had always talked about how much she wanted to be Queen, but not like how her father was suggesting, not for England.

“You will be trained on how to be a proper lady before your departure.” The King continued.

“We expect no shame to be brought to this family by your actions, Louisa.” The Queen added. “No nonsense.”

“Yes, Mama, Papa.” Louisa whispered. The sixteen-year-old Princess reached for the small plate of desserts on the table, narrowing in on a pink pastry.

“You do not need to eat any more desserts, or you will never fit in your wedding dress.” The Queen said sharply to her daughter. Louisa scowled at her, dropping her hand.

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Eight

A/N Surprise? This story is still on hold technically but I got a burst of sudden motivation so here’s a surprise eighth chapter lol

With another week off from work as the new hires were fitted for costumes and meetings with set designers and agents were being finalized, Christian had more time to lazy about, putting out a few more livestreams for his followers and a hitting the gym again a bit more. He forgot how much he liked to stream, connecting with his followers and even making a bit of extra cash from it as well. Michelle had even popped into the chat once or twice and he quietly made her a VIP on his account to see her comments easier. He could only hope his beaming smile when he read her comments wasn’t too annoyingly obvious.

Oscar’s birthday came around in early June and he was way too pushy with Christian to invite Michelle to the party. Last time Michelle attended one of their parties it didn’t end well but she was still willing to go with him for Oscar’s birthday.

So Christian and Michelle showed up at their house together and were welcomed in excitedly by the friend group, music already blaring and way more people than last time mingling between inside and outside the house. Christian led Michelle through the living room to the kitchen and he set the case of drinks he brought on the counter before taking one for himself and passed one to her.

Michelle thanked him softly as she opened it and took a look around the house quietly.

“Wanna sit outside?” Christian asked her.

“Okay.” Michelle smiled at him and they headed out the backdoor with their drinks.

Oscar and most of the main friend group was sitting out there and laughing loudly, Oscar’s roaring laughter standing out amongst everyone’s and his head was thrown back with glee. At the sight of Christian and Michelle approaching, he stopped laughing a jumped up to greet them.

“I’m so glad you guys came!” Oscar grinned, offering Christian a handshake and then pulled Michelle into a quick hug, taking her by surprise.

“Of course.” Michelle chuckled nervously at his obviously slightly intoxicated gesture.

“Go sit down, bro. Stop being so weird.” Christian gave him a bit of a shove, setting a hand protectively on Michelle’s back to lead her to an empty chair.

He looked around to find a place for himself but Michelle grabbed his wrist, “Sit with me.”

They squished into the oversized chair together and Christian couldn’t help but eye her silently a moment as she watched the group continue to talk, watching how she bit lightly on her bottom lip with her drink clutched tightly in her hands. They were sitting so close that he could smell her perfume and Christian looked away quickly, distracting himself with a long drink from the bottle in his hand.

As the sun set, the party roared on and Christian and Michelle found themselves playing a good game of beer pong against Crawford and Nezza. They lost horribly and ended up three drinks deeper each. This allowed Michelle to be out of her mind enough to hit a few messy dance moves in the living room to the blaring music and the crowd cheered her on. She grabbed Christian’s hand from the sidelines and pulled him into the circle, forcing him to dance with her. Neither were the most coordinated people and honestly their dancing was quite cringey but they danced and sang off-key until they nearly collapsed.

The crowd around them dispersed again when their dancing was done, going back to whatever they had been doing before Michelle became the centre of attention, and the two of them fell backwards onto one of the large beanbags in the living room.

“If I knew I was that good at dancing I never would have become a writer.” Michelle breathed breathlessly.

Christian laughed from beside her, running a hand through his hair and looked over at her, “I don’t think your dancing career would have gotten you as far as your writing.”

“So rude.” Michelle gaped.

“I didn’t mean it to be.” Christian giggled, draping his arms above his head tiredly, staring up at the tall ceiling above them.

“Good thing there’s not dancing in the war.” Michelle mumbled teasingly. “I’d probably have to drop you from the film.”

“Ouch!” Christian sat up a little to look down at her. “Now that’s rude!”

“I’m kidding.” Michelle set her hand on his arm, staring up at him with pink cheeks. “Next time we’ll have a dance battle between you and Tom Holland. Superior dancer gets his name first in the credits.”

“Oh my Lord in Heaven. Kill me now.” Christian laughed, falling back beside her on his side, propped up on one arm. “Tom’s got nothing on my moves.”

“Okay.” Michelle scoffed through a breathless chuckle, pushing her hand up his sleeve to drape her arm around his shoulders. “You keep telling yourself that.”

“This is our movie anyway.” Christian whispered, keeping his eyes focussed on her face.

“Our movie?” Michelle raised an eyebrow, “My script and you’re the star?”

“Yep.” Christian chuckled lightly.

He only then noticed how close they really were, sinking close together on the large grey beanbag, pressed up side by side with her arm around his shoulders to keep him close enough that their noses were nearly touching. Christian could feel the soft material of her thin floral dress against his free hand and he couldn’t help but reach over to run his fingers over the pattern across her hip, his eyes following the movement of his hand.

“Our movie.” Christian breathed.

Their sense was hazed by the plentiful alcohol they had since they arrived to the party and Michelle didn’t push his hand away, instead, she moved her hand to his chin to tilt his head back up to look at her. One look into her eyes and Christian could have sworn his heart started beating twice as hard, his hazy mind focussed only on her like they weren’t in the middle of a crowded party. He licked his lips instinctively and they both seemed to lean in at the same time.

When their lips met, they both stayed absolutely still as if moving would ruin the moment, trying to familiarize themselves with the feeling until Christian pulled back long enough to gasp a little before raising his hand to her cheek as he leaned back in to kiss her stronger. Michelle’s fingers tightened around the material of his shirt, melting into the kiss and into the feel of his body against hers.

It was nothing but chasté; closed mouthed, lingering kisses shared quietly in the corner of the living room at the noisy and crowded party, gentle hands resting politely on shoulders or waists. Christian pulled back slowly, breaking their kiss carefully and he licked his lips against as if to try and remember the taste of her on his mouth. His lights eyes stayed locked on hers, neither quite knowing what to say after that, still wrapped up ungracefully in each other’s arms and breathing shallowly together.

To any other party goer, what just happened was common – finding someone random to make out with in a fit of drunkenness – but that was no clumsy drunk-at-a-party kiss and both of them knew it. Michelle didn’t let go of his shirt as they stayed there for who knows how long, staring silently at each other trying to wrap their slightly intoxicated brains around what just happened. Christian was just thankful none of his friends were around to see that and offer their teasing remarks.

Michelle took a small breath, dropping her hand from his shoulder, “I should get home.”

“I can’t drive you like this.” Christian whispered.

“I can bus. Walk me to the stop?”

Christian cleared his throat nervously and ungracefully stood up from the beanbag chair, offering out his hand to help her up. They left the house and walked silently down the street together in perfect silence, not quite knowing what to say. Christian had his hands in his pockets and kept stealing glances at her as she kept looking straight ahead. They reached the bus stop and slowed to a stop to face each other.

“So.” Christian mumbled.

“So.” Michelle cracked a small smile.

“I’ll see you Monday then?”

“Yep. 10am.” Michelle nodded.

The bus turned onto the street and she fished around in her purse for her transit pass.

“Um…” Michelle glanced behind her at the incoming bus and then turned quickly back to Christian, grabbing him back the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

He nearly gasped into it with surprise, barely getting his hands up to her waist before she was pulling back and rushing quickly onto the bus. Christian watched it leave with wide eyes and pink cheeks and once the bus was out of sight, he pumped his fists in the air in a bit of a happy dance before rushing back to the party.

[chilling-seavey]

Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Chapter Three

A/N This song is such a vibe with this novel, I think it’s the theme song to Amoureux...

Supper was rang for at exactly 6pm and Louisa, now in her dinner attire, led herself back down the grand stairs case towards the dining room. Her long light pastel green ballgown descended the stairs behind her, her shoulders straight and squared as she was always taught, the puff sleeves and low neckline accentuated by her pearl necklace gifted to her by her mother before she left France.

The uniform guards that lined the palace halls bowed at the head as she passed on her way to the dining room. Just past the stairs, as Mary has instructed, was the large white door leading into the grand dining room. The large mahogany table was enough to seat thirty guests, centered in the room around red paneled walls and a massive white fireplace. On the opposite wall were a line of windows, framed in red satin curtains and spanning almost to the top of the twenty-foot gold encrusted ceiling. The many candles lit up the table across the red velvet table runner and centerpieces.

Louisa knew the routines well, standing behind her place setting to wait for the King and Queen to come in and be seated first. She took that moment to admire the room, eyes drifting up the fireplace mantle behind her to the decorative clock near the ceiling, trimmed in marble carvings and the hands of the clock were dipped in gold. Only moments later, the door opened again and the King, Queen, and Prince walked into the dining room.

Louisa curtsied to them.

“So sorry to keep you waiting, darling.” The Queen smiled kindly as they all took their spots around the table.

“No trouble.” Louisa replied, glancing to Christian who was placed beside her.

One butler each pulled out each of the chairs for each member of the royal family and tucked it behind them as they sat. Almost right away, another group of uniformed men came through door on the far wall with the appetizer plates.

“Your room is to your liking I hope?” Christian asked softly as they began eating.

“It’s absolutely lovely.” Louisa offered a smile to the table, lingering on Christian’s dimpled grin a moment longer.

“We are very pleased that you have been so accepting of this arrangement. More often than not the ladies tend to put up a bit of a fight.” The King chuckled as they ate.

“Father says it’s for the benefit of everyone so who am I to disagree?” Louisa said, making the table cheers lightheartedly to that.

“Usually our other two children would join us for supper but since this is all new, we thought having a smaller group for the first night would make it easier on you.” The Queen explained.

“Oh, much obliged.” Louisa blushed. “I do not want to be a vexation to your family, however. That is not my intention.”

“Not at all.” The Queen assured her. “They enjoy the rare chance to eat in their rooms. Youthful excitement of the little things in life.”

“I am sure you will meet them tomorrow morning come breakfast.” The King added. “We don’t want them running havoc at the gala tonight.”

“Mother and Father were insistent on throwing us an engagement gala.” Christian explained lightly to Louisa. She shared his friendly smile, his blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight, dimples pressed into his cheeks, and simply the look of him had her turning shyly back to her appetizer.

“Nothing too grand for the future King and Queen of England, if I do say so myself.” The King declared, raising his wine glass in the air before taking a sip.

Louisa bit back her smile as she felt Christian’s gaze linger on her a moment longer.

~~

Guests started arriving by the time dinner came to an end and the butlers began to usher the guests into the ballroom, the men wearing full suits and ties and women in their best gowns and biggest pieces of jewelry. Gala’s weren’t new to Louisa, having been raised in a royal family herself, but without the reassurance of her father’s presence, she felt so out of place among the crowd of strangers. Christian seemed to sense her uncertainty as they waited outside the large double doors for their introduction and he offered her his arm and a gentle smile. Louisa set her glove hand in the crook of his elbow and smiled as honestly as she could muster.

“Don’t fret.” Christian whispered to her. “I’ll be right by your side.”

Louisa could feel her heartbeat speed up in her chest, his other hand resting over hers that was on his arm for a moment before they were both standing up nice and straight and ushered into the ballroom by the guards.

The ballroom was double that of the dining room with the same high ceilings and gold detailing. The crystal chandeliers that lined the room sent sparkles of light in patterns along the wooden flooring and white paneled walls with gold trim. The crown moulding was elaborately carved in itself, only a fraction of the grandeur of the room as a whole, details down to each door frame lined precisely with the most expensive touches.

The room was nearly filled with guests, all standing to welcome the newly engaged royal couple with applause and smiles. Christian was absolutely beaming, and Louisa couldn’t deny that she was as well; two young adults grown from the lavish lifestyle stemmed from public attention. The sixteen-year-old girl was definitely not complaining having such a handsome man at her side, tightening her fingers around his arm a bit as the crowd watched them move to the center of the dancefloor for the first dance of the night.

Although they hadn’t danced together before, both were all too familiar with ballroom dancing, being taught from a young age how to properly dance at a gala. Louisa set her hand fall from his arm as they took place in front of each other. She offered him a deep curtsy as he bowed before he held out his hand to her and she set her left hand in his right. The did one lap around the open dancefloor, the guests bowing or curtsying as they passed, hand in hand, before resting back in the center.

Louisa stepped closer, setting her free hand just behind his shoulder and Christian set his on her waist, their fingers tucking around each other securely. Louisa always loved dancing but without a partner she had practiced with, she was a bit uncertain.

The string quintet began to play, and Christian gave her a reassuring smile before leading them off. The steps were engraved in her memory and although she let him lead, her feet moved skillfully in time with his, her light eyes locked on his. Their eye contact was nearly unbreakable, Christian’s peaceful smile sending butterflies to erupt in her stomach almost to the rhythm of the Boccherini’s Minuet in the background, his warm hands holding her so tenderly she felt like she might melt right out of her stockings. She truly couldn’t believe her luck to be sent from her home to marry a handsome gentleman who happened to be an incredible dancer, as well as one of the politest young men Louisa had ever met. She was already adoring her time in England and it hadn’t even been a full day.

The song soon came to an end and Christian and Louisa bowed and curtsied respectfully to each other as the crowd applauded.

The guests began to mingle and find the dance floor themselves as the music began again and Christian offered his arm to Louisa to lead her out of the thick of things.

“You are an incredible dancer.” Louisa complimented as he pulled out her chair for her at one of the tables and she sat down.

“I was going to say the same about you.” Christian replied, placing himself next to her. “It truly felt like I was dancing with an angel.”

Louisa felt herself blush, “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“I did not want to be improper in front of my parents, but I must say, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.” Christian said softly.

“Oh, goodness.” Louisa chuckled nervously at his forwardness, never having been so complimented in such a way.

“I do not wish to ail you; I am only speaking my truth.”

“No, it is quite alright. I thank you.” Louisa assured him, setting her hand on top of his. “I have been thinking the same about you all day, really.”

Christian blushed himself, biting back a small smile as he looked to his lap for a moment to hide his embarrassment before looking back up at her, his blue eyes shining in the candlelight that filled the golden room, “I cannot wait to get to know you better.”

“Me as well.” Louisa smiled.

“Your Royal Highnesses.” a gentleman came over to their table, bowing slightly to them before Christian was welcoming him to join them.

Louisa barely heard the introduction of who the man was before she let herself scan the room, watching the swishing of ballgowns and the lively chatter over the music. Christian spoke to the gentleman politely, the topic of politics being the first to arise, most likely his goals as future King which Christian spoke to with excellence as if he had been practicing all his life.

Louisa’s eyes landed on the dessert table farther back behind Christian against the wall, piled high with pies and cakes and pastries of all sorts on gold and silver platters. She wanted nothing more than to go over there and fill a plate for herself, but she felt guilty at simply the idea of leaving Christian, knowing her responsibility to sit quietly beside him until spoken to.

But the cakes looked too good. A young man in a black suit leaned over the end of the table, his hands holding the side as he peered over the spread, his brown hair nearly flopping over his forehead as he did so. He was young himself, not much older than Louisa if at all and she watched his cheeky grin come to his pink lips as he reached out a thumb and forefinger to a plate of pastries.

A hand came smacking down to the back of his hand, the Queen now stationed in front of him with her hands on her hips as she scolded him. Louisa was too far out of ear shot to hear what she was saying but the boy’s frown was explanation enough. Louisa knew that exact scolding from her own mother all too well.

The Queen rushed back into the crowd to mingle with her guests. Louisa kept her eyes on the young boy who was rubbing the back of his hand with his other from where his mother had smacked him, a pout set over his lips as he glanced at the dessert table once more.

His eyes were on Louisa’s next, the vibrant blue easily seen through the crowd and she felt shivers tear down her arms from his simple gaze, making her shift to look back at Christian who was still in deep conversation with the man. When Louisa looked back to the table a few seconds later, she only caught a glimpse of the boy slinking off along the wall and out the main doors of the ballroom.

Filled with curiosity, Louisa set her hand on Christian’s shoulder as a sign of excusing herself from the table and she headed for the dessert table. She could hear her mother already; scolding her for leaving a conversation before it was over and for cakes of all things.

But her mother wasn’t there, and Louisa piled a plate high with extra desserts and pastries, nearly drooling at the sight of all the choices. She glanced back towards Christian who was still busy in conversation, giving her a moment to sneak off to where the boy had gone, extra desserts on her plate ready to share if she could find him. Anything was more interesting than political discussions with old men of too much societal standing.

Louisa easily found the boy just outside the ballroom, tucked up in the window ledge of one of the tall windows in the red painted atrium to the gala overlooking the grounds. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared out the window, his hair a bit of a dishevelled mess on his head and the top buttons of his suit undone for comfort rather than what was proper. Louisa’s mother would have had a fit.

He glanced over at her as she approached him and she offered him a small smile as she held out the plate of desserts, “I saw you eyeing them so I figured I should help you out.”

“Thank you!” he grinned, moving over on the window seat so she could sit next to him. She held the plate as he took one of the pastries he had been trying to snag earlier and popped the whole thing in his mouth.

“You recommend those then?” she questioned lightheartedly.

He nodded quickly, smothering his laughter behind his hand as his mouth was full with the dessert. Louisa giggled herself as she took the second one and let herself have a small bite.

“Goodness, those are divine.” she groaned pleasantly, eagerly eating the rest right away.

“Bit of a secret recipe from our kitchen staff.” The boy said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, leaving a dusting of power on the black material.

Louisa chuckled at his obvious recklessness in comparison to the regality of his family, something she herself was so like.

“How are you liking my brother?” he asked casually as he took another dessert from the plate.

“He is very handsome and very charming.” Louisa smiled politely, picking up a small cake for herself as well.

“I doubt that. Christian is downright lame.” the boy tisked.

“Well I think my brother is downright lame as well…and an absolute brat.” Louisa challenged.

“Touché.”

“Ah, a Frenchman at heart.” Louisa praised.

“Not in the slightest.” he chuckled. “I’m Daniel, by the way. No future King or a man of any important destiny whatsoever, but I know where to find the extra desserts and pudding.”

“That is extremely important knowledge.” Louisa giggled. “I’m Louisa, although I do not doubt you already know that. I did not have a destiny either until my father shipped me over here to your brother.”

“So then we are one in the same, Princess Louisa.” Daniel said as posh-ly as he could fake, making her laugh again.

They took a moment of silence to eat another dessert each.

“Would you like to get out of this lame party? I know this place like I live here.” Daniel joked, jumping up from the window seat to face her, wiping his hands on his trousers.

Louisa hesitated, glancing back to the open doors of the ballroom, the muffled music leaking into the empty atrium where they stood, “I should return to your brother, I am afraid. This gala is for me after all.”

“I suppose. They would not do well with a missing lady of the hour.” Daniel said, following her eyes into the bustling room beyond.

“Not in the slightest.” Louisa chuckled. She stood up and held the plate out to him, “You can take the rest. I know how mothers can be about swiping desserts.”

Daniel thanked her through a wide grin as he took the plate from her, showing a little gap between his teeth that seemed to be enough of a quirk about him to make her legs feel a tad weak. She quickly pushed away any thought of the boy in front of her, offering him a quick curtsey, “Thank you for the company, Prince Daniel. It’s been a privilege.”

“The honour is all mine, Princess Louisa.” he whispered, smiling after her as she rushed back into the crowded ballroom.

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Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Chapter Twelve

A/N @jocelyntheduckie​ I promised you a bit of spice...

The endless parade of galas were nothing but blending together, all the same boring people with the same boring conversations and the same repetitive music by the small orchestra. Louisa was thankful for her trips to the city to purchase new gowns or Mary’s helpful hand in making her new ones for each party. This day in particular, Mary had finished the final touches on a white gown donned with flowers dotting the lace neckline with a matching headpiece. The skirt fell in ruffles to the ground and swished in large circles around Louisa’s ankles and she spun around her room with glee when she first tried it on.

Mary even gave Christian one of the extra flowers to pin to the lapel of his suit jacket to match her and the royal couple walked into the ball in lavish style, down to the diamond ring on the girl’s left hand.

They made their usual rounds through the ballroom, thankfully more of the conversations landing on wedding preparation rather than politics. It was to be set for early November and happen in the Abbey in the city, where all Royal weddings were held. Louisa had yet to visit the location but Christian had assured her that they would be able to take a look at it before the wedding, to make sure all the preparations were going smoothly and were in order.

Another young couple shared a dance with Christian and Louisa before the four of them sat down to talk. They were yet another duo of the British aristocracy that often were guests at the galas but they seemed more liberal than most, younger too as they had only been married a few years.  

“I absolutely adore your dress.” The wife smiled to Louisa, setting her hand on her shoulder to feel the lace.

“Thank you.” Louisa smiled. “It was handmade by my lady in waiting.”

“And you have a matching rose too. How charming.” She smiled at Christian.

“I cannot let her have all the fun.” Christian gave Louisa’s hand a squeeze. She tried to lean in to kiss him but he turned away, back towards their guests. She frowned to herself at his action, remembering that PDA was not socially acceptable especially for Royal couples; the fact that he was so openly holding her hand was more than enough.

Louisa let Christian speak to the other man, letting her focus drift to their hands together on his lap and she danced her finger across his tiredly, boredom already settling in. The woman sat beside her around the round table offered her a friendly and understanding smile as both ladies were stuck in silence while their men discussed whatever they so pleased. Louisa turned to glance around the room as if waiting for Daniel to come rescue her, but he was no where in sight. A few guests mingled around the dessert table and Louisa strained to get a better look if the youngest son was among them. He wasn’t.

Christian gently tugged at her hand to pull her forward again and she turned back in her chair to the conversation, drumming her fingers against his under the table. He pulled his hand out of hers and set his hands on the tabletop.

When there was a pause in the discussion, Louisa set her hand on Christian’s shoulder, “May I speak with you for a moment in private?”

“Yes.” Christian glanced over at their guests and sent them a soft apology before getting up and following Louisa across the ballroom. She led him out into the empty atrium and turned to face him.

“What is going on?” Christian asked softly.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” she asked blatantly.

“Pardon me?”

“I tried to kiss you and you completely avoided me.”

“I did not think it was polite to do that in front of other people.” Christian answered.

“Not even then but…the other day at the stables you…you…”

“I kissed you plenty at the stables. What is this about?”

“Barely! You barely do!” Louisa’s voice rose a little and she took a small breath to quiet herself down. “I want you to kiss me and hold me and tell me you love me no matter who’s around!”

“That is not appropriate for us at this stage, Louisa, and you know that.”

“We are gong to be married in a few short months and you cannot even kiss me like you mean it! How are we supposed to have heirs when you can barely put your hands on me!”

“Oh, Louisa, this is ridiculous.” Christian laughed humourlessly. “We are not married yet. It is not appropriate to do such things before we are married, especially in such a public role that we have and you should know that. Did you mother not teach you such things?”

“She taught me just fine, thank you.” Louisa snapped. “It is not my fault that you are so old fashioned that you do not know how to treat your fiancé…treat a woman! J'en ai ras le bol with your insufferable rules all the time!”

Christian ran a tired hand over his face before moving closer to her and pointing a finger at her before speaking lowly, his anger obvious in their argument, “Listen to me. I am going back inside now, and you will stay out here and calm down before you embarrass both of us in front of our guests.”

Louisa glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him turn on his heel and walk briskly back into the ballroom. She let out a frustrated groan before plopping herself down on the windowsill and leaned back against the cool glass, trying to lessen her frustration and bubbling anger. She couldn’t help but smack her hand against the wall to let some of it out.

Someone cleared their throat from a bit of a ways away and Louisa looked over quickly to see who had been watching her personal little meltdown. Daniel stood a few metres away, hands behind his back and suit jacket missing, leaving him in his white button up with the thick collar undone around his neck.

“Is now a bad time?” he asked softly.

She shook her head and shifted over to give him room to sit beside her. He did, taking the small plate of desserts from behind his back and held it between them with a smile.

“Thank you.” Louisa sighed and picked up one of the pastries.

“I was caught by Corbyn trying to sneak these out of the kitchen which is why it took me so long.” Daniel said. “He gave me a good talking to. Hope you weren’t too bored.”

Louisa only shrugged as she ate her pastry slowly, keeping her gaze down.

“Hey,” Daniel tucked a finger under her chin to get her to look at him, “Are you okay?”

“Christian and I had an argument.”

“Oh.”

“Can we get out of here?”

“Yeah.” Daniel hopped off the window ledge and held out his hand for her to take, his other still holding the plate of desserts. Louisa tucked her hand in his and he led her out of the atrium and down the long hallways of the palace. They walked in silence for a bit, passing the front foyer guards who bowed as they passed like usual and didn’t bother to question where they were going.

Daniel led her around the other side of the palace until they reached one of the side staircases, tucked in the back corner of the building but still built just as grand and richly as the rest of it. A marble statue was positioned in the middle of the tri-flighted staircase of an ancient soldier holding in his arms an adoring woman. Louisa barely had time to admire it before Daniel was leading her up the red carpeted staircase to finally sit on the second flight, mostly hidden by the gold banister and dim lighting since no one often used that part of the palace.

Louisa brushed down her skirt as she sat beside him on one of the steps and he set the plate on his lap so they could share their treats. They ate in silence for a bit until Louisa glanced up at Daniel to see the cherry filling from the cakes smudged around his mouth, making her laugh lightly.

“What?” he frowned.

“You have made a bit of a mess of yourself.” Louisa giggled.

Daniel wiped his mouth with his sleeve, staining the crisp white fabric with the rich red filling. She couldn’t help but reach out to brush her hand through his brown hair as he cleaned himself up a bit, making him glance at her with bright blue eyes that made her stomach flip flop a little.

“A sweet boy with a bit too much of a sweet tooth.” she whispered.

“Nothing wrong with that.” Daniel cocked an eyebrow at her, the cherry gone from the corners of his mouth as he dropped his red stained sleeve to his lap again, his other arm draped lazily over the step behind them so he could face her easily.

“Nothing at all.” Louisa smiled, meeting him halfway for a quick kiss.

Daniel pulled back with a small grin, eyes on hers in their close proximity. Louisa’s fingers massaged lightly through his soft hair, taking in each perfect edge of the boy in front of her.

“My amoureux.” she whispered. “My sweetheart.”

Louisa’s hand fell from his hair down his neck to his chest, looping her finger in the edge of his open collar as she pulled him closer to share another single kiss. Daniel smiled against her mouth, holding her face in his hand as he kissed her back, his lips moulding perfectly against hers, sending that same warm fire to erupt all over her body. It was the same warmth she wanted to feel with Christian, wanting to feel how his hands held her tightly and how his lips could leave her breathless, but instead she found what she was missing with his brother, the youthful passion that Christian couldn’t seem to provide to her.

Daniel blindly moved the plate off his lap to the step on his other side to turn more towards her, shuffling closer as he pushed her lips apart with his own. The feeling of his tongue on hers sent Louisa’s stomach to fill with butterflies and she draped her arms around his shoulders to hold him closer, hungry for more of him. Their slow but deep kisses echoed slightly in the tall stairwell, the gold trimmed walls towering up high above them in the dim lighting of the near empty wing of the palace.

Louisa couldn’t hold in her soft moan that fell from her lips, tangling her fingers in his hair as his hand gripped the soft white material of her dress over her waist. She let her head fall back with a heavy breath as Daniel moved his kisses down her neck, her fingers tightening in his hair before she pushed him back gently.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his pink cheeks matching hers, his tongue darting out to wet his lips through his heavy breathing.

“Yeah.” Louisa smiled, running her thumb over his bottom lip as she held his face in her hands, their noses brushing with how close they sat, eyes locked on each others. “He won’t kiss me like this.”

“He’s an idiot.” Daniel breathed, running his fingertips softly over her back.

“Yeah.” she whispered, welcoming his lips on hers again.

“We should stop, right?”  

“Probably.” Louisa said, although they both leaned in for more.

~~

They returned to the gala a few long minutes later, lips slightly swollen and cheeks flushed brilliant pinks after spending at least fifteen minutes kissing in the stairwell until they were breathless and didn’t want people to start noticing their absence. Louisa made her way inside the ballroom first and took her usual place beside Christian, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm and sent him a small smile as a silent apology for their argument. He returned it, setting his hand over hers softly for a moment before turning back to the group he had been speaking with before she arrived. Louisa let her gaze drift across the room to the table where Daniel and Anna sat together, the young girl talking her brother’s ear off as he stared back at Louisa. His wink made her bite back a smile and turn to Christian’s conversation.

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Six

A/N Scenes with a lot of characters are difficult to write...why does Christian have to have so many friends 😂🤨

It wasn’t odd for Crawford and JC to have everyone over at their house for a little party, drinks in everyone’s hand and the coloured lights filling the main floor of the house. Their friend group was large but close and got together often to hang out. Christian found himself over at Crawford’s house often – having really nothing better to do with his time before getting the gig – and he wasted his days on livestreams with the guys doing stupid stuff for views.

After Christian got the acting job, his time with the guys was much less as he was busy with fittings and readings, but one Wednesday night he decided to drop by after a meeting with the company, the last one for a few days, Michelle in his passenger seat. He had convinced her to come with him to the party and although she agreed, her whole persona changed in the car. The music was still playing as usual but she sat silently and stared out the window, holding tightly to her purse on her lap. Christian could clearly sense her discomfort and he pulled into the driveway of the large house and turned to her.

“Are you okay? I can take you home if you don’t want to be here. Don’t think I’m pressuring you or anything.” Christian said softly.

Michelle looked back to him and smiled small and shook her head, “No, I’m okay. Just not good at meeting new people and there’s gong to be a lot of that so…just emotionally preparing myself.”

“They’re all harmless.” Christian assured her. “All talk. I promise you’ll be fine.”

“You’re way too much of an extrovert for me to keep up.” Michelle chuckled as he opened the car door and hopped out. He opened her door for her and she got out as well, staring up at the large two storey white house. They could already hear the noise from the house and they made their way up the front walk and inside.

“Hey!” Christian shouted, closing the door behind them.

“Chris Knight!” a few people shouted from the living room, calling him by his character name from the old YouTube show he did, and he walked over to give them each a quick secret handshake, greeting them excitedly. He waved over Michelle who was strangling along behind him and he introduced her to the few people sitting around the living room.

“This is Will, Oscar, Nezza, and Chelsea.” Christian introduced around the room and Michelle greeted them softly.

“The infamous girl known for getting our boy here off his ass.” Will grinned, reaching up for a handshake.

Michelle laughed, taking his hand in hers for a second. “I guess that’s me. But he’s got the talent though. I have nothing to do with that.”

“So sweet!” Nezza laughed, her arm draped over Chelsea’s shoulders. “Well, we always love adding another girl to the group so you always got a place with us!”

“Thank you.” Michelle grinned, glancing up at Christian who raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘I told you so’.

He took her arm and led her farther into the house towards the kitchen where a few more friends stood admits loud music and a messy counter full of drinks and garnishes.

“Only people who’ve had shots can come in.” JC handed them each a shot of Malibu.

“Oh, I don’t…I…” Michelle looked over at Christian who downed it easily and grabbed a cup of Sprite from JC as well to wash it down. She looked down into the shot glass and hesitated a second as the friends greeted each other loudly, swirling it around slightly.

“You okay?” Christian asked her quietly. “You don’t have to have it if you don’t want to.”

“No. It’s fine.” Michelle assured him quickly and tossed it back. Her grimace made him chuckle and she pushed the glass onto the counter with disgust, shuttering.

“First shot?” Crawford asked lightly. Michelle nodded shamefully.

“You’re a terrible influence, Chris.” JC tisked, punching his friend’s shoulder. “Not cool, man.”

“Me?!” Christian gaped. “You forced it at her. Trying to get my writer drunk the first time you meet her?”

“Hey, this is the LA life I could only dream of.” Michelle waved him off. “Trying new things is important.”

“That’s the spirt.” JC beamed.

“These guys take ‘trying new things’ too far sometimes.” Franny piped up from her spot on the counter. “I don’t recommend listening to them all the time.”

“No way.” Crawford scoffed, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand.

“Dyl’s at work?” Christian asked.

“Yeah. Again.” Oscar said as he came into the kitchen to get a new drink, leaving his empty on the counter. “But pizza should be here in a few minutes.”

The friend group all gathered in the living room and pulled up the xBox to play some Mario Kart. Michelle sat quietly between Christian and Franny, a red solo cup of some mixed drink in her hand as she watched everyone take turns to play. Whoever came in last after each round had to take a shot. About an hour later, with the pizzas delivered and half finished, boxes laying open over the coffee table, the front door opened and more of the group came in, the house filling with even more noise and more bottles and cans opened to share.

Michelle found herself nursing a cup of sprite mixed with a shot of Malibu, a fresh filled cup of the drink finding its way into her hand every time she finished it off. It was Christian’s go-to mix and she trusted him enough to follow his lead. She didn’t know how many she tossed back, too caught up in conversation with a few of the friends about her writing to even notice how many times she was passed another drink. By the time she stood up from the couch to go to the bathroom, she nearly toppled over. Both Nezza and Christian grabbed her to keep her standing and the room filled with concerned laughter at the inexperienced girl in their presence.

“I…” Michelle pressed her hand to her forehead, swaying slightly in place, and she broke out in a bit of a giggle, “I can’t walk.”

“Just sit down.” Christian suggested.

“I really need to pee.” Michelle whispered loudly.

“Come on, girl. I’ll help you.” Nezza stood up and led her carefully down the hallway to the bathroom. Christian watched them leave.  

“What’s with you and Michelle?” Will asked once the two girls were out of ear shot.

Christian looked back to the room to see everyone staring at him, “What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at her the way you looked at Vanessa in Twin my Heart.” David laughed.

“I am not.” Christian scoffed. “We’re just friends through work.”

“Yeah. A friend you can’t take your eyes off of.” Oscar teased through his drink.

“Caring about someone automatically means I like them?” Christian snapped.

“Woah.” The group laughed at his aggression.

“No, but that does.” Crawford cackled, flicking through the Mario Kart menu to find their next race. Christian bit lightly on his bottom lip and glanced back down the hallway as if afraid she would be listening in.

“She seems into you too, bro. Shoot your shot.” Oscar suggested.

Christian didn’t answer, too focused in his own brain to even respond. He only figured he was getting along with a co-worker and nothing more, but his lack of romantic experience led even himself to believe maybe he was reading everything wrong.

“She only wanted you for this role.” Franny sang quietly to not be heard by any of the others, as if she was the angel on his shoulder. She smiled teasingly at his soft glare. “Just saying.”

Christian looked back down the hallway as Nezza brought Michelle back to the living room, the girl sort of able to walk better but was still leaning on her new friend for support.

“How you feeling?” Franny asked through a soft laugh as Michelle draped herself over the back of the couch and slung her arms around Christian’s shoulders.

“Good.” Michelle giggled, pressing her cheek against his.

“I think it’s time to take you home, do you?” Christian asked, trying to ignore the eyes from his friends as he set his hand over hers and she laced their fingers together.

“Yeah.” Michelle smiled, squeezing him tightly for a moment before standing back and stumbling a moment. Nezza was still right there to catch her and Christian got up to take her to the car.

He shared quick goodbyes to his friends and pulled on his jacket to face the nighttime chill before taking Michelle’s arm from Nezza.

“Call me, girl.” Nezza chuckled to her new friend and Michelle nodded lazily as Christian helped her down the front steps.

The two of them walked in silence around the block to the parked car in the dark, the street lit by the streetlamps and passing cars. He was basically holding her up as she clung onto his arm and stumbled down the sidewalk beside him.

“How much did you drink?” Christian asked as he unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

“Um,” Michelle paused a moment in the open door, “At least three drinks.”

“And a shot.”

“And a shot.” Michelle nodded and he helped her get in the car and he buckled her seatbelt for her.

“If you feel like you’re going to throw up tell me so I can pull over, okay? No puking in my brother’s car.” Christian said.

“Got it.” Michelle nodded once, leaning her head back against the seat and shut her eyes.

Christian rushed around the car and got behind the wheel to take her home.

“Your friends got me drunk.” Michelle whispered.

“They get carried away.” Christian agreed. “They shouldn’t have done this to you.”

“No, no.” Michelle looked over at him as he made his way down the street. “It was really good.”

“Sprite and Malibu?” Christian asked through a small laugh.

Michelle nodded.

“It’s not even that great. I don’t know why you drank so much.”

“You told me to.”

“I did not!”

“You said you liked it, so I believed you.” Michelle shrugged.

Christian shook his head through a small smile, focussing on turning onto the main road to take her back to her apartment, “I didn’t mean ‘get yourself sloshed’.”

The silence in response had him glancing over at her and her straight-lined expression, her hand on the door. His eyes went wide as her face was turning green fast, “Pull over.”

Christian nearly crashed into the guard rail in his rush to pull over and park, just in time for her to throw open the door and nearly fall out onto the ground if it wasn’t for the seatbelt around her, and she threw up loudly onto the shoulder of the road. Christian grimaced slightly, reaching over to pull her hair back the best he could across the centre console as she spit onto the ground and sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Didn’t ruin the brother’s fancy car.” Michelle whispered sheepishly, blushing under the fact she just emptied her stomach on the side of the road in front of him.

“Thank you.” Christian chuckled.

“Can I pick a song?” Michelle asked through a sudden smile, as if nothing happened and she reached excitedly for his phone.