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sapphosclown · 4 years ago

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Kiss Him You Fool - Willex Oneshot

aka willie and flynn are best friends and she’s done with this mutual pining bullshit. (boys are alive bc i didn’t feel like thinking about ghost logistics today lmao)

so i didn’t get to participate in willex week nearly as much as i wanted to so this is my song fic/au fic (i guess? since the guys are alive? idk) for free day since i didn’t get the idea till last night at 1am. anyways i also didn’t sign up for the gift exchange but i still wanna dedicate this fic to @fairygclds for hosting this week bc she did an amazing job and i love her v much, ty mari <3

title is from Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly, cute song highly recommend

rbs and comments appreciated :)

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That was real right? He didn’t make that up in his head? That happened. Right?

Willie was abruptly knocked out of their thoughts as his board hit a crack in the sidewalk, sending him onto the pavement, scraping his knee. Although, the stinging did help them snap out of the daze he was in, making him realize that yes, this is real life, and yes, he and Alex Mercer almost kissed.

***

“Stop, you’re not allowed to be that good at everything.” Willie teased as Alex just barely completed a loop around him.

“I feel like we are experiencing different timelines here or something.” Alex let out a shaky laugh as he flailed his arms in an attempt to regain the balance he’d just lost. Luckily, Willie held out their arm for him to grab just in time.

“Come on, you’re doing great! Just need to have a little more faith in yourself.” Willie smiled gently, offering extra support with his free hand.

Alex scoffed. “I think I’m a roller skating kind of guy.”

“Well, I disagree but if that’s how you feel—”

Alex rolled his eyes, making Willies stomach flutter. He helped him off the skateboard and they sat down on the couch in the studio. Willie ignored the fact that despite having the entire couch to themselves, they sat right up against each other, and he especially ignored the way their knees touching made his heart beat faster than normal.

“Actually, I think solid ground is where it’s at.” Alex said, only half-joking.

“I guess, but the wheels add some spice that solid ground could never live up to.”

“Exactly. You know exactly what you’re getting with solid ground. Me and wheels have a complicated relationship.”

“Oh really? You guys have a falling out?” Willie teased.

“Ha, yeah. There was some falling.” Alex gave a sarcastic laugh.

“But that’s the fun part! You can get some pretty rad scars from skating.” Willie pointed out.

“‘Rad?’ What, are you from the 80’s?”

“Listen—” Willie shushed him, shoving his shoulder into him playfully.

They laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. Willie was really tempted to lay his head onto Alex’s shoulder, or hold his hand.

His hand was right there. It would be so easy... But instead he grabbed their own hand and started messing with their fingers.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He asked lamely.

“We’re rehearsing for our gig tomorrow night. Luke and Julie are going over the set list one last time right now but we should be starting pretty soon.” Alex replied, checking the time on his phone before looking back at Willie. “Actually, if you wanna hangout while we rehearse, I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Oh, yeah! That sounds great!” Willie smiled.

“Cool.” Alex nodded, and maybe he was seeing things, but Willie could’ve sworn his cheeks were turning pink. That made him giggle.

“So, what’s the set list then?” They asked curiously. He shifted his body so that he could look at Alex, only mildly upset about the loss of contact, but being able to see the faded pink in Alex’s cheeks made up for it.

“Well, usually we start with Edge of Great, but Julie and Luke wrote this new song that is perfect to open with and I just know everyone’s gonna love it—”

Willie stared at Alex as he rambled on about the show and they couldn’t help the soft smile on their lips. Alex noticed almost immediately and stopped talking, almost embarrassed.

“What?” He asked.

“No, it’s nothing.” Willie said, waving his hand for them to move past it.

“No, I feel like you’re judging me!” Alex giggled.

“No! I’m not judging you!” Willie reassured. “You’re just really cute when you talk about music.” He said softly.

Alex went bright red. “Oh.” He replied in the same tone.

The air around them went quiet again, but this time filled with a different feeling. The feeling that there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. And suddenly their faces were a lot closer than Willie had realized. His eyes flicked down to Alex’s lips subconsciously and then back to his eyes, which he found were doing the same thing. There was nothing stopping him, all he had to do was lean in just a little bit more...

“WHO’S READY TO MAKE SOME MUSIC!” Reggie called excitedly as he entered the garage, making Willie and Alex jump apart. Reggie eyed them suspiciously. “Oh, hey Willie.” He said, eyebrows pulled together like he was piecing together what just happened.

“Hey.” Willie breathed uncomfortably. He felt like he couldn’t get enough air.

“Are you gonna hangout for rehearsal?” Reggie asked.

“Actually, uh, I gotta get going.” Willie sputtered before his brain could catch up to his mouth. They stood up and grabbed their things messily.

“I thought you said—”

“I just remembered I have to do something.” Willie cut Alex off. “I’ll see you tomorrow though?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Alex said quietly, failing at hiding his disappointment and making Willies chest ache.

“Cool.” Willie said. “See ya.” He threw an awkward peace sign at Reggie (who gave him one back) and skated out of the garage as fast as he possibly could.

***

“You are a disaster.” Flynn scolded, grabbing a dinosaur band-aid out of her desk drawer.

“I know!” Willie yelled into her pillow. She plopped down onto the bed in front of him.

“Why didn’t you just kiss him! You had the opportunity and he clearly wanted to kiss you too!” She yelled.

“I don’t know!” Willie whined, throwing the pillow back down into his lap. “I wanted to but I froze! And then Reggie showed up and I couldn’t stay after that! What if he didn’t want that to happen, what if he hates me now!”

“He doesn’t hate you! He’s very clearly in love with you, I don’t know what you’re not understanding about this.” She peeled the paper off the band-aid and carefully stuck it to Willies knee.

“You don’t know that.” He huffed.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? He likes you. When have I ever been wrong?”

They hated to admit it, but there have been very few times Flynn has been wrong.

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do?”

“Go back there? Ask him on a date or kiss him or just literally do anything.”

“I can’t go back! He’s rehearsing! I don’t wanna barge in while they’re rehearsing. And I left so fast it’d be so awkward—”

“Stop making excuses!” Flynn shook their shoulders, as they pouted. “Call him and say you forgot something.”

“I didn’t forget anything.” He said plainly. Flynn shot him a look.

“Duh! I know that, but if you tell him you’re coming back to get something then you can’t chicken out.” She explained, exasperated.

“Oh! Well what should I say I forgot?”

“Your phone, that's a reasonable thing you’d need to get back.”

“Okay. Okokok.” Willie mumbled to themself pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts before Flynn snatched it from them.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him like you said!”

“Use my phone dummy! If you call him from your phone he’ll know you didn’t leave it there!” She opened her phone and before Willie realized what was happening, the phone was ringing on speaker.

“Hello?” Alex’s voice cracked through the phone.

Flynn looked at Willie and then back to the phone when he just sat there mouth agape.

“Um, hi. It’s Willie, not Flynn, I, um, left my phone in the studio and I’m on my way back to grab it.” They stuttered, hitting his head at his awkwardness.

“Oh alright. See you soon, then.”

“Yup. See ya.” Willie threw his head in his hands, their face turning bright red. Flynn ended the call and leaned against her wall with their arms crossed.

“You really are a disaster huh.” She teased.

Willie threw his pillow at them playfully and jumped off the bed. “I hate you.” He laughed.

“Love you too.” She grinned slyly. “Now, go tell your boyfriend he’s cool and you wanna kiss him!”

Willie groaned as he grabbed his things as Flynn shooed him out of her room.

***

“He’s coming back.” Alex said quickly. His friends shared the same look as they all “ooooooo”d at him.

“Guys stop! What do I do!” He cried.

“Man calm down, it’s alright.” Reggie consoled him.

“Why’re they coming back?” Julie asked turning her keyboard off so she can lean on the keys.

“Said they forgot their phone.” Alex replied.

“Mhm, right. Sure he did.” Luke teased. If he were closer Alex would’ve shoved him but he felt like he was glued to his seat.

“What do I do?” Alex asked again.

“I mean, we can keep rehearsing till he gets here if that’ll take your mind off of it?” Julie suggested.

God bless Julie. Alex nodded.

“I don’t know, it seems like he and Willie have some unfinished business.” Reggie winked.

“No! Nothing was happening! Nothing happened, it’s nothing. He just needs his phone back.” Alex tried to ignore his friends snickering but his mind flashed back to Willie on the couch in front of him. He really thought Willie had wanted to kiss him, but if how he left says anything, Alex must’ve misread the situation. They probably hated him.

“Dude, I can practically hear your thoughts and I promise you, he likes you.” Reggie assured him.

“You can’t know that for sure.” Alex mumbled, watching his drumstick twirl through his fingers.

“Maybe not but, we’ve all noticed how they look at you.” Luke cut in.

“It’s not exactly a secret.” Julie said sweetly.

“I just... I care about them a lot and what if you’re wrong and that’s just how he acts with his friends—”

“No, dude, we’re not letting you talk yourself out of this one.” Luke laughed.

“Seriously, Alex, you should go for it!” Reggie said encouragingly, walking around his drums to clap his shoulder.

Alex thought about it, he really did. He really thought for a second that he could do it, he could just lean forward and kiss him and they’d live happily ever after. But he over thought it, as usual.

“I don’t know. Maybe someday.” He shrugged.

“You can’t just wait for someday! You gotta go after what you want!” Luke exclaimed. Julie nodded.

Alex smiled at his friends. He appreciated their support but he couldn’t help but be afraid. Deep down, he knew they were right. He knew if Reggie had been just a minute later... But he still didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. Because there’s always that what if that won’t leave him alone.

There was a gentle knock on the garage doors as Willie stepped into view, he was hugging his arms and had a soft smile on his face. They carefully waved at everyone before he made eye contact with Alex, and suddenly it felt just like they were on the couch again. Just the two of them.

You know what. Maybe it’s time for someday.

Alex stood up from his drums and walked over to Willie, trying to act nonchalant. He heard Julie clear her throat to get the other two to stop staring at them and at least pretend to do something else.

“Hey.” Alex breathed.

“Hey.” Willie replied. “Can I actually see you, out here?” He asked shyly, nodding his head out side.

Alex nodded and followed Willie out of view of his band mates.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve looked for your phone before you got here but—” before Alex could finish his sentence Willie had cupped Alex’s face and pulled him into a kiss.

Alex felt like his heart had just exploded and he wasn’t completely sure if he was real anymore, but then he felt his hand rest on Willies cheek and he could confirm that yes, this was happening.

It didn’t last longer than a few seconds before Willie pulled away again. Their eyes searched Alex’s face for any sign of his emotion but Alex had completely stopped functioning and didn’t quite know what to do until he felt Willies grip on his face loosen.

“I’m sorry—” He tried to retract his hands but Alex held them in place, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He saw Willie’s worry fade and Alex pulled him back into a kiss. This one much softer, less rushed. No longer a question, but an answer.

They pulled apart and Alex noticed Willie shrinking down a bit and smiled to himself.

“Do you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss me?” He asked cheekily.

Willie raised his eyebrows. “That’s the question you have right now?”

Alex nodded, his smile unmoving.

“I’m glad you have your priorities set.” Willie laughed.

“Definitely.” Alex whispered. “Priority number one, make you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me again.”

“You’re mean.” Willie pouted. Alex laughed and Willie gave him a playful shove before Alex pulled him back onto his tiptoes.

“It’s about time.” Reggie whispered as he Luke and Julie peeked around the door and watched their friend.

“Luke,” He stood up straight and held out his hand.

Luke groaned and fished for his wallet in his pockets, handing him a $20 bill.

“Thank you.” Reggie said smugly, pocketing the cash.

Julie laughed and shook her head at her friends and they all made their way back to their respective instruments. Julie pulled out her phone.

Flynn: did he do it??

Julie: yup. reggie’s $20 richer

Flynn: about time!! took those fools long enough, geez

Julie: really tho

Alex walked back into the studio a blushing smiley mess and sat at his drums again, not saying a word despite his friends staring at him expectantly.

He scanned their faces from his seat behind his drums.

“From the top?”

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a/n: let it be known that reggie used that $20 to buy a fish and he named it Gil and he is the best fish dad ever

#idk if the description is accurate like it is but i also don’t know what’s going on i wrote this in one day #hope you enjoyed anyways lol #i love them #and this song is them idc #willex week #willex #willie jatp #willie wilbur williamson #alex mercer #julie and the phantoms #jatp #willex oneshot #willex fic #netflixwewantjatp2 #renew julie and the phantoms

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 4 years ago

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Ten: Shades of Blue

As always, thanks to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship!

How can you leave me on my own? Desperate and destitute, these seconds feel like lifetimes without you.- New Years Day, My Dear

Mabel marked off February 1st in her calendar with an X in her pink gel pen with sparkles (was it really even a gel pen if there were no sparkles? Mabel’s opinion was firmly on the side of ‘no, absolutely not’).

Just two hundred and twelve days to go. She was counting the days, the hours, the seconds (okay, maybe just the days, she wasn’t that good at math) till her parents could no longer keep her from her soulmate.

Because on August 31st, 2017, Mabel and her super awesome brother-boyfriend-soulmate combo would be turning eighteen, and there was nothing their parents could do to keep them apart once they turned eighteen.

Their parents had insisted they were monitoring their texts, and that they weren’t allowed to speak under any circumstances.

Of course, Dipper had called Mabel from Grunkle Stan’s phone (turns out their parents had been total liars about that, too, and neither Grunkle Stan nor Grunkle Ford was in any way opposed to the whole soulmate situation) as soon as she got home, and they had both downloaded an untraceable messaging app where they could text, make phone calls, and send pictures.

As one might imagine, they sent a great deal of pictures.

And also videos.

They had a lot of phone sex and sexy texting time, okay? They’d only gotten to have actual in-person sex twice (twice!), so they had to compensate somehow.

In any case, there was nothing they could do about it before they turned eighteen, so they had to come up with workarounds.

Not that it could prevent the withdrawals that were likely to hit if another month or two went by without them seeing each other, of course, but it sure made the days go by easier.

Mabel wasn’t sure what her parents were planning to do once they hit the three month mark and the first of the withdrawal symptoms started. It wouldn’t be so bad at first, according to what Dipper had told her regarding the massive amount of research he’d done. Probably just more of the usual depression she’d been having since she watched him disappear behind their car, and then sleepiness, then headaches and body aches, and then things would get progressively worse until eventually, they wouldn’t be able to function at all anymore.

She didn’t know what their plans were for anything, really. She hadn’t spoken to them since they’d left Gravity Falls. She hadn’t said a word to them on the drive home; just put her headphones in and tuned out. She hadn’t said anything to them since, either. Her parents would try to get her to talk sometimes. Her mom did it more often. She had headphones on most of the time. She wasn’t even home very much.

She didn’t tell her parents when she was going to a friend’s house the way she had before. The first few times, her parents had called the parents of various friends until they found her. After awhile, though, they stopped.

She didn’t care if they were worried. They clearly weren’t worried enough about her and Dipper to let them be together, so Mabel didn’t see any reason to notify them or her comings and goings, despite their protests. Just because they wanted to cherry pick their concerns for her well being didn’t mean she had to let them.

Besides, she came home every few days, anyway. It was usually only for a night, of course. Then she’d go back out again. And yeah, that meant she was out on school nights, but her grades were good, and she always made it to class on time.

She wanted Dipper. She wanted to be in his arms again. She slept in the shirt she’d taken from him every night, and she hadn’t even washed it. It smelled more like her by that point than it did him, and not in a good way, either, but it made her feel a little better.

Plus, whenever she sent him pictures of herself wearing it (sometimes leaving enough of the buttons undone to where her cleavage was visible, other times leaving all the buttons undone), he got all possessive and sexy, and the night usually ended with them panting each other’s names into the phone as quietly as they could.

Mabel stared at the cheery pink gel pen in her hand. She wasn’t feeling particularly pink. She hadn’t felt pink in just over a month, as it happened. Which was strange, because Mabel always felt some shade of pink or purple.

But she could hardly remember what Dipper smelled like. She could hardly remember what he tasted like. What he felt like. If she couldn’t remember those things, she couldn’t make herself feel anything that wasn’t some shade of blue or other.

She hung the gel pen back up on her calendar, grabbed her overnight bag, and opened her bedroom door.

She had her headphones in and was looking at her phone, pulling up a playlist, so she didn’t notice her mother there until she spoke.

“Honey, why don’t you spend the night here? I’ll make your favorite, if you want, and we can watch a movie, and…” tears welled up in her mother’s eyes. “Please, sweetheart, I can barely remember what your voice sounds like.”

Well, Mabel thought, maybe you shouldn’t have decided to separate me from my soulmate, then.

With that in mind, Mabel shot her mother a glare severe enough to make her flinch, and pushed past her, her overnight bag bumping against the hallway wall as she did.

Her friends were waiting for her in their car outside.

Mabel loaded her bag into the trunk and ignored her mother watching her behind the curtains in the living room.

Squeezing into the only empty seat in the car, she grinned at her friends.

Kristin, Eva, and Julie had been total lifesavers. They knew about Mabel’s soulbro situation, and they were, like, super supportive.

“Your ‘rents still giving you shit?” Julie asked over her shoulder as she pulled out of the driveway.

Mabel sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. “It’s not shit, exactly, just…” she sighed again. “They just, y’know. They won’t let me see him.”

“Yeah, that still doesn’t make any sense to me at all,” Kristin said, adjusting her black lipstick in a compact mirror. “I get that having an incesty-soulmate isn’t, like, ‘socially acceptable’ or whatever,” she did air quotes with her fingers, the motion seeming a bit off due to the tube of eyeliner she had in between her pointer and index fingers that she was using in lieu of lipstick. “But if my parents can handle me being bi, yours should be able to handle your soulmate being your brother.”

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” Eva cut in, turning around to address Kristin and Mabel. “I feel like, if it were me, and they were my kids, at first I’d be all freaked out, y’know? Cause like, they’re your kids, and then it turns out they’re soulmates and have to bang a whole bunch or they’ll get all eeeeuuughh, right? That’d mess anybody up, I think,” she paused for a moment before continuing. “But the thing is, though, I feel like after that initial freak out, I’d be kinda relieved, honestly.”

“Relieved? Really?” Julie was so surprised she forgot to use her turn signal when changing lanes. “Oops, my b,” she said, half to herself and half to the driver who had honked at her. Not that he could hear her, of course.

“Why relieved?” Mabel wondered.

“Well, if you’ve got a kid, right, and your kid finds their soulmate and it’s some stranger you don’t know, how do you know your kid’s soulmate isn’t gonna hurt them, or be a terrible person or something?” Eva reasoned.

“That’s a good point,” Kristin agreed, shutting her compact mirror with a snap. “Soulmates aren’t exactly exempt from domestic abuse and shit.”

Eva nodded. “Exactly, so like, if it were me, I feel like I’d be cool with it once I got used to the idea, because I’d know my kids, right, so I’d know they’d never hurt each other.”

“That makes sense,” Julie said thoughtfully.

“Mmm,” Mabel hummed. “I guess. I dunno. They’re weird about it.”

“Wait a sec,” Kristin interjected. “Didn’t you say your parents mentioned something about their parents being, like, religious fundies or something?”

Mabel nodded. “I think my grandmother on my mom’s side might be. Which would make sense, honestly, since my mom has been so militant about keeping the Dipster and me apart.”

“Okay, first of all,” Eva had a haughty air to her voice, and Mabel raised an eyebrow at her. “First of all,” she said again. “It’s ‘the Dipster and I’.”

The other three girls groaned, and Julie took a hand off the wheel to swat at her half heartedly.

“Ommigod, shut up!” Mabel giggled.

“Whatever, you love me and you know it,” Eva said with a grin.

The others grumbled but did not object.

“FYI, Mabes,” Kristin put a hand on her arm. “You should send him a selfie real quick.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” her friend nodded sagely. “You look hot, and it’s a damn crime he doesn’t get to see it in person, so you gotta help a brotha out!”

Mabel smiled and snapped a few dozen pictures of herself.

“Okay, which one’s best?” she asked, handing her phone to Kristin, who scrolled through and inspected each one.

“No, no, no… meh, maybe… no, no… oooo, yes, love it, this one, totes send this one! Look at how much boobage you got in there, just fuckin’ go for it, man!”

Mabel grinned and sent the picture to Dipper, along with a short little miss you <3 text.

He responded with a miss you too and then, two seconds after, fuck you’re beautiful.

She giggled and showed Kristin his response. “Mhm, mhm, told ya.”

“Okay, so, confession time,” Julie said, pulling into her parents’ driveway.

“Spill it,” Eva immediately demanded.

“So you guys know Chad, right?”

“Unfortunately,” Kristin said with a grimace. The guy in question was a bit of a fuckboi.

“No, don’t say that!” Julie whined, getting out of the car. “He’s really sweet!”

”Of course he is,” Eva deadpanned.

“He is!” Julie insisted. “Anyway, so he asked me out.”

Mabel groaned. “Jules, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have, yeah.”

“Ugh, ew,” Kristin said.

“It’s not ew!”

“No, it’s totally ew,” Eva pointed out, and Mabel nodded her agreement.

“If it helps,” Julie was saying sheepishly as she unlocked her front door, “he’s really, really good.”

“Of course he’s really good, numbnuts,” Kristin said with an eye roll. “He’s slept with half the school.”

“So have you!” Julie said defensively.

“Oooo, gotta point there,” Mabel snickered, pointing a glittery blue nail at her friend.

“Yeah, but I’m, like, discreet about it,” Kristin pointed out. “And I’ve actually dated people seriously, too!”

“Anyway,” Julie cut in. “So the consensus is ew, then, huh?”

“Definitely ew,” Mabel agreed.

“Why are Chads always such Chads?” Kristin wondered aloud, opening the door to Julie’s bedroom.

“They really are,” Eva laughed, plopping down on the bed.

“Soooo…” Mabel trailed off. “Cards Against Humanity, anybody?”

———————————————————————Her friends always helped push the separation anxiety to the back of her mind, but with the other three girls asleep, there was nothing for Mabel to do but wallow.

Her phone lit up the dark room, illuminating the air mattress Mabel lay on.

Dipper had sent her a message.

I want you.

Mabel unplugged her phone and scrambled up as quietly as she could, crossing the hall into the guest bedroom and locking the door behind her and turning on the light, typing out a quick okay in response.

She knew from experience that as long as she was quiet, nobody would hear her.

Now? he asked.

Now.

And then he was calling her, and she was hastily stuffing her headphones in her ears and hitting the little phone icon on her screen.

“Hey,” he greeted, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey,” she said back. It was always such a relief to hear him. “I miss you.”

“We’ve been texting all day,” he laughed.

“I know, but…”

“It’s not the same,” he agreed with the words she hadn’t said.

“Yeah,” her voice was soft, and she heard him sigh on the other end of their call.

“Can I see you?” he asked after a moment.

“Y- yeah, one sec.” They’d done this more times than she could count, but somehow, she was always nervous.

She stripped out of her shorts and unbuttoned his shirt to let it reveal her breasts, pulled her panties down a bit with her thumb and smiled into the camera.

She only had to take six or seven pictures before she had one she was satisfied with. Sending it over and promptly deleting them from her phone, she waited for it to arrive.

She knew when he got it, because he said, “Fucking hell, Mabel,” with a groan, and she could almost picture him stroking himself.

She’d only seen him do that a handful of times, when they’d gotten the chance to do this on the rare occasion she was at their parents’ for the night. She could have watched it for hours.

“You’re so perfect,” he sighed in her ear, and if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine he was there with her. He’d kiss her neck, maybe, and then squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Mimicking the things he was doing to her in her mind’s eye, she trailed a hand down her body and stroked herself lightly through her panties, listening to the way his breath was quickening.

“I wanna see you, too, Dip,” she sighed into the phone.

A few seconds later, a picture came through of him holding himself, and when she saw him naked… well. She had seen him naked more times than she could count by that point, but it was always breathtaking each time.

“Are you wet for me, Mabes?” he murmured in her ear.

She nodded, pulling her drenched panties off and kicking them to the side, before remembering he couldn’t see her. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

She took another picture, this time of a part of herself she didn’t really understand why he wanted to see, but he liked it so she sent it to him anyway.

“I wish I had gotten to taste you,” he gasped. “I think about that a lot.”

“O- oh?” How embarrassing. She knew she was blushing. She could feel it.

“Are you blushing right now?” Dipper asked. “I bet you are. You’re so cute when you blush.” She giggled a little, and he went on. “Will you touch yourself for me?”

“Mhm.” She brushed her fingers over her slit, dipping one inside slightly, just for a second, and gasping as she did so.

“Pinch your nipples, too, okay? I know you like that.” He did know, didn’t he? He knew all the things she liked. He seemed to know them intuitively. To be fair, though, he’d said she knew all the things he liked, too.

Pinching her nipple and brushing a finger lightly over her clit, Mabel whimpered.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y- yes,” she gasped out.

“I wish… mmmf,” he cut himself off with a groan. “I wish this was your hand instead of mine.”

Mabel squeezed her breast roughly, rubbing a finger back and forth over her clit.

“Me too,” she whined. “God, Dip, I want… I want you inside me so bad, I-“

“I know, Mabes. I know. I’d give anything to be inside you right now.”

She rubbed herself a little faster, and her legs were going to give out, she could tell they were, so she allowed herself to collapse onto the cold of the hardwood floor.

“You okay?” Dipper asked when he heard her fall to the ground, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I just had to… ah!” she gasped. “I had to sit down.”

“Oh, okay,” he murmured, and it sounded like he went back to stroking himself.

“I need you.” She’d resorted to begging. She always did that when she was getting close.

“I know,” he groaned. “I need you, too.”

“Dipper, I- please, I need…” she rubbed herself faster, and her hips lifted off the floor an inch or so.

“I know,” he said again.

“I need you.” She couldn’t stop. It felt too good. “I need it, I want you so bad, please,” she begged. “Please give it to me, please Dip, god, I can’t-“

“Are you gonna cum for me, Mabes?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I’m gonna- fuck, I want your cum in me, yes-“ her wrist hurt, but she kept going. She was so close, so fucking close-

“Cum for me, I wanna hear you cum for me.”

“Dipper, ah, oh fuck, Dipper, I’m gonna-“ her body spasmed, and she fell limp.

A few seconds later, he followed her with a grunt.

It had felt so good, and Mabel felt so content for a split second, because she’d forgotten that Dipper wasn’t there with her.

The tears started to fall, and she began to sniffle. It usually ended that way. She couldn’t help it.

“Mabel,” he said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she hiccuped.

“No, no,” he assured her. “I just… I wish I could be there with you.”

“I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together,” she cried softly.

“I know,” he sighed again. “But we’ll be together soon, okay? I’ve got an idea.”

“An idea?” What kind of idea, she wondered.

“Yeah, but it’s a surprise, so until I’ve got everything worked out, just be patient for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she sniffed.

“I love you,” he told her softly.

“I love you, too.”

After a few seconds, he said, “and on that note, I need to clean this jizz off my stomach before it drips all over my bed.”

She giggled. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

“You’ll text me tomorrow, right?”

“Uh, doi, when don’t I?” She sniffed again. It was hard to force the silliness that usually felt natural when she felt so blargh.

“Good point,” he chuckled. “Night, then. Love you,” he said again.

“Love you, too.”

After they hung up, it took several minutes for Mabel’s body to stop tingling from her orgasm, and then several more minutes before she could stop the tears and go back to bed.

Being without him was tougher than she’d imagined.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #Pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

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My Everything - Part One

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

a/n: I only proofread like half of this so keep that in mind.

Masterpost

“I love you so much, Y/N. Can we have this adventure forever? Will you marry me?”

Harry was down on one knee in front of you, holding up the ring he had gotten for you. You both had tears running down your cheeks. Happy tears of course. You beam at him and try to get the words out.

“Oh, Harry.” You squeeze the hand of his you’ve been holding the entire time. “Yes, yes of course I’ll marry you!”

He smiles big at you and slips the ring on your finger. He stands up, wraps his arms around your waist and swings you around. He sets you down, dips you, and kisses you. Your hands lace through his hair and you kiss him back. He sets you back straight and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too, thank you for sayin’ yes.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Did you think I’d say no?”

“No…but I nearly wet myself anyway.” He hooks his arm around your waist. “Alright, Nan, come on out.”

Your face lights up even more when you see your Nannie and Buster come out from behind one of the trees. Louis comes out as well, and your jaw drops.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t have this documented did you?”

“I…I’m so overwhelmed.” You give Louis a big hug.

“Filmed it and took pictures.” He gives Harry a hug as you hug your grandmother.

“You knew about all this?” You ask her as she helps wipe your tears away.

“Of course I did. When he called me and told me he wanted to marry you, and ask you here, he told me he wanted me here too. We were trying to figure out the best weekend to do it, and when I realized when the New Year was, I knew that would be the perfect excuse for me to come up here.” She takes yours hand and looks at the ring. “Jesus, this is just gorgeous, well done.” She says to Harry.

“Thanks for all your help.” He gives her a hug.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone tomorrow.”

“You’re not gonna call everyone yeh know? El did that like two seconds after she said yes.” Louis laughs.

“No, I just wanna enjoy the moment.” You walk around the playground. “I can’t get over these lights.”

“Someone’ll come take ‘em down too.” Harry says.

“Let me take some more pictures, yeah?”

You stand with Harry so Louis can take some shouts. He takes a close up of your hand over his to really showcase the ring. You take one of you and your grandmother, and one of the three of you. Lastly, you take some with you, Harry, and Buster.

“Alright, what do you kids say to some ice cream?” Nannie asks.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You hold Harry’s hand as you walk.

The four of you enjoy an ice cream. Louis drives your grandmother back so Harry can ride in your car with you. He of course insisted to drive.

“Where’s El and the baby?”

“Oh, they’re both home. Lou drove in today for this. He’s gonna spend the night at Niall’s and then drive back early tomorrow. Niall knew about all this by the way. I only told a couple of people. And I had a drink with your dad last night.”

“You did?!”

“Yeah.” He puts his hand on your thigh. “This is a really pretty dress, don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it before.”

“Thanks, babe.” You put your hand over his. “What did my dad say?”

“He’s excited for you to send him a picture of you wearin’ the ring.”

“Wow, I’ll send him a picture tomorrow then.” You look down at it. “Where did you even get this?”

“I designed it online from that store in London we both like. Picked it up this summer.”

“You’ve had this since July?!”

“Mhm.”

“Where were you hiding it?!”

“At work.”

“And your mum and sister know?”

“I need to call the both of them to let them know I finally asked, but Gem was with me when I picked it up. They’ve known.”

“I can’t believe how much you planned this out…I feel so special.”

“Well, you are special, Y/N.”

“God, you’re gonna make me cry again.” You gasp. “Is that why you insisted she and I get our nails painted? For the pictures?”

“I didn’t know how much you’d care, but I-“ You lean across and kiss his cheek.

“You really thought of everything, thank you. I can’t wait to watch the video later. I want that right away.”

“Lou’s gonna come in and load everything onto my computer, don’t worry.”

You wrap your arms around his and lean your head on his shoulder for the rest of the drive.

“I can’t believe we’re engaged. You’re my fiancé, Harry.”

“And you’re mine. Oh! I almost forgot, I got the ring engraved, take a look.”

You slip it off and squint at it.

“My everything…oh my god, Harry.” You sniffle as you slip it back on. “That’s so sweet.” He kisses your hand.

“Glad you like it, darlin’.”

“I love it.”

Louis loads the video and pictures onto Harry’s laptop. You couldn’t stop watching the moment. It kept bringing tears to your eyes. You were so thankful you’d always have this moment to look back on. You give Louis a hug before he heads across the street to Niall’s.

“If you kids wanna go see Niall, don’t feel like you need to babysit me.” Nannie says.

“He’ll be over tomorrow. All our friends are coming over for dinner. It’s weird, but I don’t really wanna celebrate with anyone just yet. I wanna keep this moment ours a little longer.”

Nannie gives you both a hug and kiss goodnight. You were pretty tired too, and you also just wanted to cuddle alone with Harry.

“Wanna get into bed?” You ask him.

“Yeah.”

You both say goodnight to Buster and go into the bedroom. You both go into the bathroom, you close the door and turn the fan on. You lean back against the door and look at him.

“What?”

“I…I need your dick in my mouth.” Both of Harry’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Babe, your Nan-“

“For five minutes, just forget she’s here. I need to suck on it.” He can feel his cock twitch. “You look so handsome, and I just wanna feel close to you right now, physically. So can I?”

“Yes.”

“Can you sit up on the counter so I don’t have to get on my knees?”

Harry smirks and sits up on the sink counter. You stride over to him and stand between his legs.

“You know I love these pants on you.”

“Mhm, that’s why I wore ‘em.”

He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you. You press your hands on his thighs as you lean into the kiss. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth and you moan softly. You start to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper. You reach into his pants and palm him through his boxers. You groan when you feel how hard he already is. You take it out and lick your lips. You grip him with your left hand and smile.

“Looks pretty, doesn’t it?” You look up at him smirking.

“You’re gonna get it all dirty.” The tone of concern doesn’t match the grin on his face.

“I’ll be real careful.”

You spit into your right hand and use that to pump him up and down as your left hand dips further into his boxers to cup his balls. You dip your head down and suckle on his tip as you continue to work his shaft. His head rolls back as you sinker further down on him. You place both your hands flat on his upper thighs and you squeeze gently. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck as he thrusts into you a little. You gag on him for a moment, but it passes. You swallow around him and he groans. Your left hand drags up his torso and finds itself at the base of his throat. You rub your thumb over his Adam’s apple, and then you get a good grip on him. You look up at him quick to make sure it’s okay, and he looks down at you. The look in his hooded eyes tells you it’s all good, and you go back to giving him an absolutely sloppy blowjob. But you knew he liked it like this. What was sexy about a clean blowjob?

You had spit dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the way Harry’s cock was twitching in your mouth. Your grip on his throat had to be sending him with the way he was fucking into your throat. You try to bob up and down on him with the same rhythm. In a swift motion he grabs you by the back of your dress and yanks you off of him.

“Hey.” You whine. “I wasn’t done.” He grabs your hand and take it off his throat.

“Yeah, and neither am I.” He hops of the counter, and lets his pants drop the rest of the way. He steps out of them. “I’d like to-“

“I got my period this morning.” You pout. “You can come on my-“

“I don’t really give a fuck about your period, Y/N. I’ll put the towel on the floor for us to stand over.”

“Please, it’s gonna be so gross, and-“

“I’d really like to fuck my fiancé.” He caresses your cheek. “Can I please do that?”

“Okay, but I’m lighting a candle, and you need to leave the bathroom for a second so I can…clean myself up.”

“Fine.”

He waits outside the door until you’re ready. Your panties were off but your dress was still on. Your legs were clamped to together. You put the towel on the floor like he said. He grips your hips and turns you around.

“Please use the condom.” He sees the foil packet on the sink counter. He rolls his eyes and grabs it. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles while he rolls it on.

He lifts your dress and bunches it around your hips. He slides into you easily, just like he thought he would. He looks in the mirror and sees your face all scrunched up.

“Is it that uncomfortable for you? I can’t do this if you’re not going to enjoy it.”

“No, I just don’t like looking at myself in the mirror…and it’s a little gross.” You open your eyes to look at him through his reflection. “How do you not think this is gross?”

“Just feels like you’re really wet, that’s all.” He says into your ear.

“Jesus.” You take a deep breath. “I’m good, go ahead, I want you to.”

“Are you sure, we don’t have to…”

“No, I really do want to. I wanna fuck my fiancé too.” You smile reassuringly.

He sighs happily and starts to move. Your head rolls back against his shoulder. It did feel really good, and you really did want it. You wanted him the second you saw him standing there at the playground. He rocks in and out of you and you try really hard not to make a lot of noise. You look down at the beautiful ring on your finger, and you’re still amazed he got your style down to a T. You were really engaged, someone genuinely wanted to marry you. You hook your arm up behind him to grip at his hair. He peppers kisses on your jaw and neck. He was close already, you could tell. He reaches one of his hands around to rub your clit, but you swat it away.

“No, that’s too gross.”

“So, I’ll wash my hands after. Lemme rub that litte-“

“Okay, okay, go ahead.”

Your face is completely flushed, and you whimper when he starts to rub circles on you.

“Fuck.” You groan.

“Like that, babe?”

“Yes, shit, Harry.”

You weren’t going to last much longer yourself. He spills into the condom just as you’re getting your release. You both stay there for a moment before he pulls out.

“Barely anything on here, you had nothin’ to worry about.” He throws the condom away and kisses you quick before washing his hands.

“Still yucky.” You sit on the toilet and clean yourself up.

You grab a pad and some underwear. Harry leaves to give you some privacy. You get into bed with him and sigh.

“I don’t wanna take it off, but I’m afraid it’ll get lost while I’m sleeping.”

“I could get you a little ring dish like how I have for mine, then you’d have a nice, safe spot for it.”

“You know, I think I have one of those packed away somewhere. I can look for it tomorrow.” You reluctantly take the ring off and set it on your night table. “I love you.” You kiss him and settle on your side.

“I love you too.” He turns over and you slot a leg between his so you can spoon him properly. You hear him laughing to himself.

“What is it?”

“Nothin’, I’m just excited. We’re engaged.” He looks at you over his shoulder and you smile at him.

“Yeah, we are.”

The next morning you get up and take a shower with Harry. You put your ring back on the second you got up. You both admired it as you stood there in the water.

“It really is beautiful, Harry.”

“I saw you lookin’ at a similar style when we first went to that store together. Noticed on the other few rings you have that you prefer a thicker band too.”

“Why the three diamonds? I feel sorta bad, this must’ve been really expensive.”

“The one diamond just looked weird to me. Plus…it’s like our little family, you, me, and Buster.”

“Oh, Harry.” You turn to face him and wrap your around his neck. “You always think of every little detail.” He puckers his lips and you happily kiss him.

After another few minutes you both get out. He leaves you to dry your hair, and so he can take Buster out. Your grandmother was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on some coffee. Harry made sure to have his joggers and a t-shirt on this time.

“Buster.” Harry whistles to him, and sets some food in his bowl. Then he goes to make his own coffee. “Sleep well, Nan?”

“Yes, dear, thank you.” She smiles. “Ahem.”

“Oh!” He walks over to her and gives her a good morning kiss.

“Don’t worry, you’ll catch on soon.” She laughs. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s just blow drying her hair. I’m gonna take him out in a minute, just wanted to let him eat.” She hums her response. She watches as Harry sips on his coffee.

“My granddaughter made us all breakfast and coffee yesterday.”

“Yeah, she does it every day f’me, it’s really nice.”

“So…”

“So?”

“So, don’t you think it would be nice for her to come out to some coffee before you take that little prince out for a walk?”

Both of his eyebrows raise. He was ready to give her some smart remark, like how you both take turns making coffee, or that there are plenty of other things he does for you, but he decides against it. Instead he just grabs your favorite mug, favorite coffee, and presses the K-cup into the machine for it to brew.

“Good boy.” She smiles.

He shakes his head and whistles to Buster to follow him out. You come into the kitchen shortly after and smile when you see your coffee made with your creamer already in it.

“Morning, Nannie.” You give her a kiss and sit down next to her with your coffee.

“Does he do that for you often?”

“Oh sure. We take turns a lot. I tend to cover breakfast more often though just because I get up earlier than he does. He makes dinner a lot of the time. He’s a really good cook.”

“Well that’s nice.” She looks down at your ring. “Even better in the daylight, huh? Look at the size of that thing.” She points to the middle diamond.

“I know, it’s a lot bigger than I was expecting. Like, it’s still modest, but it certainly isn’t tiny. Makes me a little uneasy knowing he probably spent a lot of money on it.”

“Don’t be uneasy, honey. You’re more than worth every penny. Besides, if he wants to spend his money on you, let him.”

“But I don’t want him thinking my affection can be bought.”

“I’m sure he knows that.”

“He’s always getting me jewelry and stuff. Like these earrings, and my watch.”

“Again, let him if he wants to. If it makes him happy to get you those things, let him be happy.”

“I suppose it makes sense, I love buying him stuff too. Like the pearls he wears? Got him those for his birthday, and he was so happy he cried. He never takes them off, same for the ring I got him.”

“Didn’t he get you that nice chain for the ring you wear too?”

“Mhm.” You twist it between your fingers. “He’s very thoughtful.”

You both finish up your coffees. Neither of you wanted to eat much with all the food you’d be having later. You preheat the oven, and get the brisket re-set up. Harry comes back with Buster.

“God, it smells so good in here. I can’t wait to eat that kugel later.” He kisses you on the cheek and peaks into the oven.

“A lot of stuff is warming up in there.”

Nannie is getting string beans together, cutting off the ends and throwing them into a pot.

“When’s everyone comin’?”

“A little later this afternoon.” He nods and looks at your grandmother.

“Want me to do that, Nan?”

“No, honey, I can do it thank you. Why don’t you set the folding table set up next to the dining table, and set up the folding chairs too.”

“Sure thing.”

He goes out and does so. He even puts the table cloths on so it looks nice. He comes into the kitchen.

“I just realized we don’t have, like, nice plates to put everything on.”

“It’s okay, we’re just going to use those sturdy paper ones we have so we can throw everything away later.”

“Besides, nice plates are things you can put on your wedding registry.” Nannie winks at the both of you.

“Good point.” He says and grabs all the paper plates out of the cabinet. “Do you want these like set on the table, or do you wanna leave all that in here like a buffet?”

“Let’s leave it like a buffet, but if you want you can stick the wine and the wine glasses on the table and the bread. Easy stuff like that.”

“Alright.”

You go out to the dining area and approve of how Harry put everything.

“Suppose I should get dressed.” You say to him.

“Same here.”

Harry follows you into the bedroom. You pick out a nice pair of capris to wear with a cute top. Harry decides on some loose fitting, but nice jeans, and a short-sleeve button up. The apartment smelled amazing, and you were happy with how everything looked. Nannie was sitting with Buster on the sofa and you loved being able to have her here with you.

There’s a knock on the door, you assume it’s Niall since he has a key to your place. Harry opens the door and sure enough, it’s Niall and Sarah.

“Shana tova!” Sarah says to you, and you say it back giving her a hug. “I brought over some extra challah.”

“Oh thank you so much! My Nannie’s over there.”

“Nannie!” Sarah squeals.

“Sometimes I forget that Sarah and Rachel are Jewish too.” Harry says to Niall.

“I know, technically Sarah’s only half, but her mom is the one that’s Jewish so they just went by her.”

“I’ve heard that’s how it goes.”

“Niall.” Your Nannie says with a smile. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too.” He gives her a hug and a kiss.

“So, you snatched up this lovely young lady?”

“That’s right. Y/N introduced us almost a year ago.” He smiles at Sarah. “We just moved in together.”

“That’s great! How did you meet?”

“Um…we were having a girl’s night, and the boys came.” You explain. “Is Rach on her way?”

“Yeah, her and Mariah should be here soon.”

“When’s your family gettin’ here?” Niall asks.

“You know them, never on time.” You roll your eyes.

“They’d all be late to their own funerals.” Nannie says, making everyone laugh. “So, Rachel has a new girlfriend, that’s nice.”

“Yeah, it’s Harry’s friend and coworker, Mariah. She’s really nice.”

“Look you all, setting each other up with friends.”

Rachel and Mariah show up a few minutes later and greet everyone.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Harry says to Rachel.

“Mhm, what’s up?”

“Remind me, you all met at an even for Jewish students on your campus?”

“So, Y/N and Kate met first because they were roommates freshmen year. Sarah and I both had random roommates. I met Y/N at a film club meeting, and then we all met Sarah at a Jewish students meeting. I think they put on an event for the new year. Then Y/N and Sarah roomed together sophomore year and I roomed with Kate because we couldn’t all get an apartment yet, and we wanted the chance to live with other people. Then obviously I went to California with Y/N, so Kate and Sarah lived together. Then our junior and senior year all four of us lived together. That’s how we met Seth too.”

“Seth’s Jewish?”

“Um…Seth is a very Jewish name.” Rachel laughs.

“So, Y/N could’ve ended up with a Jewish guy, and she chose not to?”

“Harry…it would be really fucking weird to date someone solely on the fact that you’ve both been chosen.”

“What?”

“Have you never heard that before? The Jewish people are the chosen people.” She chuckles. “Anyways, I thought you were over being jealous of Seth?”

“I was never jealous of him in the first place…I just still can’t believe she’s really choosing me over anyone else.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Uhhhh.”

“Hey everybody, before my family gets here, I just wanted to share something with you, especially since you all were too oblivious to notice when you first walked in.” You smile and stick out your left hand.

The girls squeal and race over to hug you. Mariah gives Harry a hug. Niall hugs you next, and slap his shoulder.

“And you knew the entire time.”

“You did?!” Sarah slaps him too.

“Oi, I was sworn to secrecy! I’m really happy for you both.”

“Look at the size of this thing, Jesus, Harry.” Rachel says to him.

“I thought it was pretty modest.” He says.

“It’s perfect.” Sarah says. “Just beautiful.”

“How did it all go down?”

“Why don’t I show you? Louis filmed the whole thing and he took pictures. Harry, grab your laptop for me.”

He does so and you all sit on the sofa to watch.

“That’s why he stayed with us last night?” Sarah asks Niall.

“Well, yeah.”

“Sneaky.”

You all watch the video and the girls tear up, and so does Harry.

“That was so beautiful! Does your family know yet?” Sarah asks.

“Nope, you guys are the first people I’ve told. Once they all get here we’re going to announce it. Oh! Apparently my dad knows, so I should send him a picture of the ring. I need to text him Happy New Year anyways.” You take your phone and snap the shot to send him.

“What do you think they’ll say?” Rachel asks.

“I think they’ll be very happy for her.” Nannie says. “These two already have a good set up, it all just makes sense.”

“Do you think Erica’s gonna get annoyed?” Sarah asks.

“I really don’t care. She’s been with him for ten years, it’s not my fault they just got engaged a few months ago. They’ve set a date for next summer, so that’ll be when that happens for them. I’m really not too worried about it.”

“Lou and El’s wedding is gonna be next summer too. We’ll be busy.” Niall says.

You hear the buzzer for your door. Harry gets up to let your family in. Everyone sort of showed up at once. Your mom, Bridget, Erica, Kyle, Lily, Michael, your aunt and uncle, your great aunt and uncle, and your cousins with your kids. Everyone was really happy to see your Nannie.

“Excuse me, everyone!” You say as everyone gets settled after greetings. “Before we sit down to dinner we have an announcement to make. Last night, Harry asked me to marry him.” There were gasps all around. “And I said yes!” You hold your hand out so everyone can see, and there were tons of cheers and squeals and hugs and kisses. Your mother was in tears, happy ones.

You show them all pictures, wanting to keep the video a little more private. You could show your mom later. Everyone was really happy for all of you.

“This is amazing! Two of my daughters engaged in the same year.” Your mom says hugging you. “Please, don’t stress each other out.”

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me, she’s the crazy one.” You laugh.

Once everyone goes through the buffet line in the kitchen, you all sit down at the table. Your great uncle does the blessing over the wine and the bread, and you all dig in. You only took a little piece of brisket, not wanting to upset your stomach. It was just too good to pass up. Harry are the carrots and potatoes that were in the sauce. He at least wanted to try some of it, but there was no way he was going to eat the meat.

“Okay, Y/N, I want the full story.” Erica says. “How’d he do it?”

“Well…I don’t know exactly, I sort of just walked into the scene.” You giggle. “Harry, you tell everyone, you’re the mastermind.”

“Um.” He was just swallowing some food. “Well, at the beginning of the summer we went to Castle Island, and Y/N explained how special that place was to her as a kid. So I spoke with Niall about it a little more, and that’s where I knew it had to be done. And then I called Nan here to see if she could be here for it since we’d be going to the place that was most special to Y/N as a kid. She was the one that recommended we do it this weekend to use the holiday as a cover.” Everyone laughs. “It worked out great, you really had no idea.”

“Clueless.”

“So then I told her I had to work yesterday, but really I was off settin’ everything up. I put up all these lights, and I was actually able to rent out the playground.”

“That’s when I got suspicious that something was happening. I didn’t quite know what, but it was weird that no one was around on such a nice night. And Nannie was so slick, she had me keep walking while she took Buster to the bathroom with her. I’m getting closer to the playground, and I hear our song playing.”

“Which is what?” Your mom asks.

“You Make Me So Very Happy.” You both say the same time, and you both giggle.

“And there he was standing there, and he started his little speech, and then he got down on his knee and he asked me.” You beam at everyone.

“Wow, Harry, a lot of thought and planning really went into that.” Your uncle says.

“She’s always puttin’ so much thought and planning into everything else, thought I’d give it a go.”

“And that ring, my god.” Sarah says. “Sorry, I’m not over it. Did you see it in a shop and just know?”

“There’s a jewelry store in London we went to back in December, and I noticed the styles she was lookin’ at. So I worked with a jeweler online to design it.”

“He’s had it since July!” You say. “Can you believe that? Keeping such a secret from me for so long, and Nannie too! Because when we went away for my birthday, part of my present was him flying her up here.”

“Pretty much made it so she couldn’t say no.” Niall jokes.

After dinner, you get most of the table cleared for all of the different desserts people brought. You were full to the brim. Everyone was having such a wonderful time, it was nice to have your entire family over. You also felt even more comfortable having all your friends there.

Eventually everyone leaves, and you’re able to just lounge on the sofa with Harry and Nannie.

“You did great honey, good hosting.”

“Thanks, Nannie.” You look at Harry. “Well, should we update our Facebook statuses?”

“Think it’s about that time. You’re not gonna post the video are you?”

“No, just some of the pictures.”

“Okay.” He kisses the top of your head and you both update your Facebooks.

“Holy shit!”

“What?”

“It’s blowing up!”

“Already?”

“Yeah! Look.”

You show Harry you’re phone. You get tons of likes and comments. Harry was getting them too. His phone starts to go off.

“What the…why is she awake?”

“My sister, excuse me.” Harry stands up to take the call. He goes down the hall to your bedroom.

“Lot of people happy for you on there?” Nannie asks.

“Yeah!” Your phone starts to go off. “Oh my god.”

“What is it?”

“Kate’s calling me…” You sigh. You really didn’t want to answer, but you didn’t want to be rude. “Hello?”

“Hi Y/N…I didn’t want to just send a text…congratulations! You’re engaged, that’s so exciting!”

“Oh, thanks! Yeah, he asked me yesterday.”

“I’m really happy for you…” There’s an awkward pause between the two of you. “How’s everything else going? You never texted me back after I wished you a happy birthday…”

“I know.” You sigh. “I’m sorry about that, I was busy all weekend.”

“So I saw.”

“Things are good, Kate.”

“Things are good with me…I finished school, and I moved-“

“Kate, I appreciate you calling to congratulate me, but…you’re not my friend anymore…you’re not in my life.”

“I thought at some point we would try to be friends again…”

“Just in time for you to be a part of my wedding? Yeah, right. You were such a bridezilla yourself, I don’t need that kind of energy around me. Also, you slapped me, there’s really no coming back from that.”

“I understand, I guess I was just hoping you’d change your mind.”

“Not this time.”

“Sarah and Rachel still won’t talk to me.”

“I never told them not to, I hope you know that. Maybe they just saw your true colors and-“

“You got caught up in my shit, and I took it out on you.”

“By slapping me.”

“As if you hadn’t lunged at me a second before.”

“But I didn’t actually do…you know what? This is pointless. Thank you for congratulating me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You groan as you hang up. Your phone goes off again.

“Just ignore it honey, it’s getting late.”

“It’s my friend Seth.” You swipe to answer the phone. “Hey.”

“Hey! Congratulations! I’m so excited for you guys, also Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” You giggle. “And thanks.”

“You sound tired.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Why?”

“Kate just called me.”

“Ew.”

“I know!” You stand up just as Harry’s coming back. He sits down where you were.

“Is your sister alright?”

“Yeah, she just got mad because I never sent them the photos so she was like oh my god it was gorgeous, you know? Who’s she talkin’ to?”

“That nasty girl Kate just called, and now she’s talking to someone named Seth.” She shrugs.

“Ah.”

“Wait so what did she say to you?” Seth asks.

“She called to say congrats and then turned it into something about us being friends again…I do feel bad that her three best friends stopped talking to her, but I’ve been so much better without her.”

“She changed for the worse, Y/N, she’s not worth it.”

“I know.” You sigh.

“So, you pick a date yet?” He laughs.

“Ha! Good one. We haven’t exactly had a chance to talk about it. I have no idea how soon you’re supposed to planning all of this stuff.”

“I think you have to find a place you like and see what dates they have available, and then work backwards.”

“Makes sense. How are things with Isaac?”

“They’re still going well.”

“Did he come with you to family dinner?”

“No, I didn’t ask him. It’s a little soon to be bringing him around, you know?”

“Do your parents know you’re seeing him?”

“Oh, sure. I’ll take him to meet them at some point, I just didn’t think an even with my entire family was a good time.”

“Yeah, I get that. Although, the majority of my family met Harry at Thanksgiving.”

“It’s different for me, Y/N. My family is supportive, but it’s still hard to bring a guy around. It’ll be easier in small groups. Isaac hasn’t exactly jumped to have me meet his family either.”

“Right.” You knew Isaac was estranged from his family, but it wasn’t your place to tell Seth that.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your fiancé, I just wanted to say I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks, Seth.”

You hang your phone up and just turn it off. You appreciated people texting and calling, but you were too tired to respond to anything else.

“I think I’m ready for bed.” You say to them both. “Nannie, we need to be at the airport by 11AM tomorrow.”

“Alright sweetheart.” She yawns and gets up. “Think I’m ready for bed too. Goodnight, precious girl.” She kisses you and Harry and head into the guest room.

“I’m just gonna bring Buster out quick and then I’ll come to bed, babe.” Harry says to you and you nod.

You do your nightly routine and crawl into bed. Harry comes in shortly after and gets into bed with you. You snuggle up close with him and he throws his arm around you.

“How’s my fiancé?” He asks.

“Amazing, how’s mine?”

“Wonderful.”

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ramble-writes · 4 years ago

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So... Today is my Frank's birthday. Yes it is May 1st deal with it. BUT, here we are again with MORE of the Frank Brothers! I told myself I was gonna do this cuz it would be nice and I'm finding myself liking this AU. So James belongs to (again~) @franks-mixtape! As for the Julie (same one from the previous one) that one belongs to my bf. So.. Happy Birthday to my boy, big ol’ boofer you are. And Luke I tried to make sure I still got a mellow raven tone right cuz hi I haven’t been writing in a while.

NOTE!!!! This would take place after the valentine’s fic. So meaning that Fenik and James met in 1995 which carried onto 1996 (year in-game legion disappeared). As for the first wolf bros fic, that one was like.. an in the middle thing. So yeah.

Warning(s): cursing, teenager stuff lol

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Due to a teacher, the pack of Fairview knew about one of Frank's birthdays. On January 18th on a Thursday, the teacher for physics during roll call had briefly announced it when he called out James’s name. This information was quick to be relayed, since Joey was there in the class to hear Julie, Susie, and the other Frank, Fenik as his middle name goes.

Good on Fenik’s part for having a free period since he was quick to leave the school and hurried off to see about something simple to get his brother. Though... Any sort of gift or a word of cheer was met with hostility and retaliation. Of course, this worried the hell out of the three. Fenik only knew about what really happened and as to why his brother hated his own birthday a few days later when the raven-haired teen came stumbling to his brother’s home drunk off his ass and told the whole story.

Damn near broke the russet-haired Morrison’s heart at it...

Fast-forward to March. It was something about after valentine’s that Julie wondered about Fenik’s birthday, and had brought up this thought to his brother, Joey, and Susie. James was quick to be against it and said to drop it with a snap. He may not know what horrors his other half went through, but Fenik’s been the wolf the longest and had yet to ever snap. And he didn’t want to risk that. The last thing he honestly wanted (but never admitted) was for there to be a fight and for any of them to be hurt or worse, killed.

Of course, it brought on determination to mix with curiosity. Which was a bad mix when it comes to Julie since she went over to the russet-haired teen's foster home. Her last class was a free period, so it made it easy to get up and leave without really sticking around. Since it's most likely the couple has his papers upon fostering, it would have his date of birth on it.

"So... He's a May baby?"

"That's right. And on the first, no less," Audrey responded with a nod. A look crossed her face, then the woman turned to look at the young girl. "Do you think he wants to do anything for his birthday? With what he's been through, I think it would be nice."

Julie casted her eyes to the side, brown orbs focusing on a cross country trophy with a figure in a running position with the words '2nd Place: Fairview' engraved at the bottom.

"His brother says it would be a bad idea to do anything after what happened on his birthday."

"You mean, the other Frank? His half brother?"

"Mhm. He doesn't know what would happen if we do something for him. Though, I do agree since raven head threw a big fit on his birthday. Frank knows what happened, but hasn't told us."

Audrey nodded in understanding. Seeing as the two have the same father, of course, they would confide in each other. She does remember back in January that night when she went to check on the (unknowingly) wolf, that she saw the two in Fenik's bed. Amber eyes had looked over with a gesture for her to be silent. From what she could see of the passed-out teenager, was that he smelt of alcohol and just barely could see cheeks stained with tears.

"Then... How about a gift?"

That made Julie think. She wouldn't really know what he would want seeing as there's quite a bit he keeps to himself and or only shares with James. So she just shrugged. At least they have till May to think it over.

May 1st was only about a week away. The pack had about a full month to plan on what to do. Even though it was on a Wednesday, the weekend could be used up for the group. Despite his best efforts with telling them it's a bad idea, James caved and (reluctantly) agreed to help out to see what things caught his brother's eye.

So far, nothing. But, the raven-haired 19-year-old, on his first hunt, noticed something about the russet-haired teen. It was after they took down a moose, how Fenik managed to detach the head with a snap of the spine and the sickening ripping sound of flesh and muscles. James had... no idea how much blood was truly on the both of them till Fenik shifted back.

Blood covered his mouth and chin, running down his neck to his shirt under his jacket. And his hands were *drenched* from biting and attacking the moose. Back to the point, the black pelted wolf watched how the skin on the head was cut off with a knife the other had stowed away. It clicked that way. Bones/Skulls were of his interest with how he was careful with it and set it up against a tree.

"Whatcha doin' there fuzz butt?"

"Ideas are needed. Plus, gotta draw out your first hunting band! You're a Morrison, brother. And, maybe, if you'd like. A new skull. I'm thinkin' flesh hanging off the antlers."

"That's... bitchin. But, for another day. I'm cool with the band."

Fenik nodded, then finished what he was doing before shifting back and headed back over to his brother. It did surprise James when the rust-colored wolf took a big ol' bite out of the carcass and *swallowed* it down. He decided not to make a comment and tried it out himself. Weird how as a wolf the taste of raw meats doesn't taste so bad.

Since the days have gotten warmer with summer coming, clothes were lighter so no one overheated. At lunch, it was clear to the others how relaxed Fenik looked, not minding when his soon-to-be teammates from track & field would come over and pat him on the back to wish him a happy 19th and some even gave him 10 or 5 bucks (10 = about 8. 5 = about 4). He didn't mind *that* part one bit.

When school was out, the pack stood outside the steps as per usual. Well, except Joey till he did hop down the steps with a pretty big grin on his face. This made the two Morrisons and Julie look over with a raised brow.

"Somethin' up, Joe?"

"Yup! So, ya know how you told us you and raven head here went on his first hunt, yeah?"

Fenik nodded slowly, suspicious of what the tallest of their group was going on about. He heard his brother sigh in his head and go on about how he tried to tell them not to. "Yeaaaah?"

"And ya got all those tattoos n such, right?"

"Joey... What did you do."

The 18-year-old smiled and took off his backpack. Opening it, he withdrew a bag (that he most likely stashed in his locker) and handed it over. The russet-haired teen blinked as he took it, peaking in with amber eyes. Reaching in, he withdrew a box no bigger than the length of his forearm.

"A stick n poke?"

"Yeah! Well, we know that you do pretty well in art and that from some of the stuff you've shown us, you do all those dots that create really cool images."

"Stipple. That's what the media is called."

"Yeah, th-"

"JOEY YOU DIDN'T WAIT FOR ME!"

Susie came running down the steps with what looks like a book in her hand that she's waving about. Turns out the book was a sketchbook. At first, there was a slow build of concern and worry with how quiet he is, that is till they all felt a wave of sadness mixed with happiness. Hearing Fenik sniffle with a smile on his face was something.

"Sorry ah... I've.. never really celebrated my birthday. Always thought of it as bad since I was put in the system a day before my birthday. And.. all the others after that in every home, they just took the extra money I was supposed to get every May."

He ended it by muttering how the families thought it was bonus money. There were shared looks at that. Put in the system before turning 8. Ouch... James then leaned onto his brother's side, feeling him lean back. He isn't good with words, but as they say, actions speak louder than words.

After that exchange was done, the five all went home. Even after that day, Fenik was a bit snide on the fact that the other two didn't really get him anything. But, maybe Joey just had a higher knowledge? Though that didn't seem right, James did know about it as well.

The silence that followed didn't make any sense till Friday.

When the russet-haired teen got home, he was confused. One moment James hurried off to his house, then the next moment he was at the door of his house with his backpack.

"Bro, what the hell are you doin?"

"Waiting on you, and the others."

"Others?"

James just motioned for him to open the door, when he did, his parents were there waiting with bags of what he could tell is camping gear.

"Uh... What is going on?"

Mitch looked up upon hearing the teen and stood there proudly with a smile on his face as he gestured to the two big bags that hold two separate tents, rolled up sleeping bags, bags that probably have food and blankets, and other things.

"When was the last time you've been camping?"

"Uh... Six years ago? I think? Why?"

"We thought it would be nice to go down to the lake. Minnewanka to be exact," Audrey exclaimed with a smile. James let out a snort of a laugh from behind at the name, which the woman ignored before turning her attention to the people that walked up to the door.

"And we thought it would be nice to bring your friends and your brother! That's why they have their bags for the weekend."

Fenik turned his head to look over his shoulder to see Susie, Joey, and Julie there with what were their backpacks that were once full of school supplies, but now hold clothing. It took a moment for him to put the pieces together and his eyes widened.

"Wait, is this for my birthday?"

The six people in the room all smiled with nods of their heads. This made him get excited and rushed over to the stairs and his steps thundered as he ran up to his room. The raven-haired teen went up after the silence that followed after his other half left, wanting to avoid the awkward standing without knowing what to say.

The trip was long, but the weather made up for it. Susie, Joey, and Julie were in the backseat, mainly because the brothers insisted since they wanna sit in the truck bed. Honestly, the happiness that radiated from both was astounding considering the many shit foster homes they had.

It was Fenik who insisted that they howl out along the ride, mainly to be idiots in his excitement but, as far as he knows James probably hasn't tried to before. The sound though, was loud when conjoined from the two. Joey ended up sticking his head out to do it as well, Susie had turned down her hearing aid to make it easier to join in from her head coming out of the back window. Julie just chuckled with a roll of her eyes with Mitch and Audrey.

Upon getting there, a spot was reserved for them marked in outdoor safe spray paint. What was odd was how it was marked F.J. Fenik looked to the two adults, assuming it was a way to mark as him and Julie, that was till they looked at James with worried yet hopefully glances.

"We thought it would be nice to celebrate both your birthdays. From when I last saw you, James. You passed out in your brother's arms and looked like you've been crying."

There was a visible flinch from the raven-haired teen at that. He did remember getting drunk and stumbling to the other's home. He couldn't remember all that he said in his drunken stupor, but he did remember that he mentioned why he hates his own birthday. It clicked in his head right there and he stared at the two adults before muttering a low: "Why..."

"We may not know the reason why, and we know we were told to not do anything for you in the future but..."

"What the old bag is trying to say is, why not knock out two birds with one stone in the best way possible. At least y'all can go out and let all the crazies inside, out."

Green eyes sought out to hopefully lock with amber eyes, and they did, but it felt like there was a gentle coax in James's mind.

*'Ya might as well go with it. They ain't easy with "no" for an answer. But, they mean well. Honest.'*

The 19-year-old looked back at the two adults who were scolding each other from Mitch calling Audrey an 'old bag.' Looking down to the marker, he toed at it before letting out a sigh.

"Alright. But just this once. No more shit after it," He concluded. That caught the two's attention, but they nodded in understanding. For the rest of the time till dinner, they set up the two tents. One for the adults, the other for the teenagers. It was nice that a grill was there since hamburgers, salmon, and what other things they brought in cans were cooked.

It was Susie who declared that any gifts that were brought were to be given. She ended up giving Fenik a scarf she made, an infinity scarf that's a big circle. Course, he put that on. The one from Julie was... Questionable. It was a collar and a leash which promoted James to point and cackle like a mad man.

"AWW YOU GONNA TAKE YOUR WITTLE PUBBY OUT FOR WALKIES!!" He wheezed out, just howling with laughter before yelping when his brother had taken the leash and snapped it like what people do with belts. As a joke (they both know), the younger of the two chased after the eldest yelling about tying him up to a tree. The adults didn't get it, but the teenagers did and Joey fell down from wheezing so much.

When it all calmed down, Fenik yelped at a toy hitting his head and plopping onto the ground. A *squeaky* toy. He just glared at his brother who snickered, making the joke about the collar and leash worse. He muttered a 'thanks' to it before stopping at feeling something plush be placed on his head. He let it land in his lap to see a folded up plaid blanket, blue and red in color with its usual mixed colored squares when it comes to two colors. Thick in material too, meant to keep one warm.

*'It's not every night we get to run around the forest like some shitty dystopian forest novel, so I thought why not get something that'll ease ya when we're apart.'*

Fenik brought it up to his face to rub his face on it, but the fact that it was practically coated in James's scent honestly did bring him comfort that he kinda just... sat there with his face in it silently before lifting his face up with a smile on it. It was easy to tell that he's pleased about it.

Did they go night swimming? Yes. There was a bit of daylight left so it made swimming perfect for the teenagers as they did their best to not be so loud to disturb other sleeping campers. Of course they couldn't help the squeaks and yelps that were let out from falling in and water being splashed. Joey ended up calling it good and declared he's heading back to dry off and sleep. Susie followed after. Julie did as well, after wishing the both of them 'Happy Birthday' and kissing the both of them on the cheek.

It left the two Morrisons there on the shoreline, sitting there gazing out as the last bit of light faded and allowed for their eyes to adjust and adapt to the dark. Fenik went over to the lump that is his towel and unrolled it to pull out his newly acquired blanket, only to see a little box plop out. Confused, he picked it up as he headed over to his brother and sat down to drape the blanket over the both of them.

Before he could even ask, James nudged him to open it. He didn't press on but listened and ended up withdrawing a cord necklace tied around what looks like a tip of an antler. It was engraved too with what appears to be a half of a wolf face, but the lines were dyed green. That's when he noticed another one with the other half of the face and lines dyed red.

The raven-haired teen took both. The one with the red lines he put on around his neck, then fitted the one with the green lines around his brother's neck. A matching set, but the one the russet-haired one had was bigger, until it clicked as to why.

"Remember that box ya showed me of those pieces of bones you've collected or snapped off?" When Fenik nodded as a response, he kept going. "I took the tip from that moose we took down, then this one that I have from the deer you told me you hunted. So I thought, why the hell not?"

"And you made a matching set out of them... Thank you..."

James nodded with a half smile, then his eyes followed as his brother stood up. He did the same and shifted after Fenik did. Compared to the walking hellfire the rusted colored wolf is, he's a shadow with orbs to lure in those that are unsuspecting. Together, it was just two big overgrown dogs that caused chaos like puppies.

#very long #holy shit why did this take forever #and why is it so ffffffuckin long #I curse myself lol #also I do miss writing for these two hdbhgfbhgcdf #brother franks au #frank morrison #julie kostenko #susie dbd #joey dbd #dbd #legion dbd #wolf frank #my writings

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imagine-that-one-thing · 4 years ago

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Her Majesty || 8

All Aboard.

The countryside was a wonderful time and a refreshing getaway, but I have been drawn back to reality and it has been nothing short of horrible from the moment I stepped foot back on the grounds of the palace. I’m starting to resent Buckingham, I can’t wait to move to Windsor or one of the other palaces; I’d be more than pleased to travel to the private palaces, we all know my love for Hillsborough Castle. I’m at the point where I want to get away from my father. I would like to have more space between us. Buckingham, although has 775 rooms, isn’t large enough for his temper and narcissism. My father doesn’t appear like my father, he is furious, all of the time. Nobody wants to be around him, and I am not quite sure how my mother deals with him. I don’t know whether or not she sees what the rest of us see, she is silent and using her time to do her duties.

I heavily sigh as my ladies maid opens my bedroom door and steps inside my room, a small indication I have overstayed my welcome in my bed. I sit up as I gaze over at her, surprised that I have managed to stay this long in bed without being interrupted. “It is quiet,” I point out, cocking my head to the side while she steps closer and begins to adjust the covers of my bed.

Since I got home a few weeks ago, the Palace has been far from placid, from my father firing and yelling at people to him throwing things around, today is the first morning I haven’t woken up to him on some sort of rampage. “Where’s my father? He is still alive, right?” I half chuckle.

“He is in town, Anastasia, I’m not meant to talk to you.”

I roll my eyes as I get out of bed and I shuffle closer to her, “That is nonsense, I don’t care what my father says, he is being a prick right now. You can talk to me, Eleanor.” I assure Eleanor, a little bothered that my father has decided to take his wrath out on the staff, they shouldn’t be frightened to speak to anyone, no matter the status. “What happened?” I prompt Eleanor, beginning to help her with making the bed.

At first, she is hesitant, but I continue to probe her, eager to get an understanding of what is happening with the staff. “He doesn’t want anybody speaking… May I speak out of term?”

“Go ahead.”

As I have gotten older, I have been the one to listen to what the staff have to say, I don’t take much offence to their opinions or even their advice. I may be in line for a crown, but I am no better than they are, I still see them as equals. Sometimes, they are a better companion and support than my parents’. Don’t get me wrong, my parents’ have been excellent with raising me and shaping me into who I am. I have never had much of an issue with them, but when my parents’ were gone, it was the staff who also contributed to who I am, they helped me when I was at my whits ends, they encouraged me when I felt down, and they have stepped up as a friend when I have had nobody to turn to. There are somethings outside the castle that can’t be understood to most people. I haven’t had the privilege to have numerous friends’, they have all twisted into snakes, therefore, my circle is extremely small. To be honest, my circle consists essentially of Harry and the staff assigned to me who I have formed relationships with. My father doesn’t get to tell them they aren’t allowed to talk to me when they have done nothing wrong.

“Princess,” Eleanor whispers, “I think-, I think he is scared the palace staff will rat him out.”

“Rat him out?” I immediately question, my mind driving to race with the possible things that could be happening behind the scenes.

Eleanor looks around my room, scared that someone may overhear us, “I’m not sure, but nobody is allowed to speak and we aren’t allowed to clean his office, it is now off-limits.”

I frown for a moment, unsure of what is going on, but I can’t help but remember what Harry told me over the weekend about how there are theories that all the staff have. I can only assume he knows a little something about what is going on. He has to know things, he is constantly watching and kept in the loop of things.

“Where is Mr Styles?” I challenge, noticing how I have yet to see him this morning. He usually makes it a routine to at least stop by if he has other things to do. Usually, Harry steps in the room, kisses me goodbye and leaves or he will send me a text, but today, not a word.

“He is escorting your father, he insisted on having the best of the best. I was told I need to have your suitcases packed, is there anything specific you would like to wear?”

“Anything is fine, Eleanor, I have a few meetings and things to attend to, I trust your judgment of clothes.” … “The best of the best?” I raise a brow.

Eleanor nods her head, “Mr Styles is the best, the entire palace knows it. Always on the move, assertive and knows what’s happening. His looks are also a bonus,” Eleanor chuckles.

“Is it common knowledge that he is good at his job? Is this what the ladies maids do? Swoon over him?” I question with a laugh, rather intrigued. I have heard a few sly comments about Harry that the ladies have made before.

“I don’t think he is aware of how good he is at his job, quite humble.”

“Mhm, let’s keep it that way. Too many compliments and he might gain an ego,” I playfully wink and Eleanor nods her head. “Does he have a girlfriend?”

Eleanor shrugs her shoulders, “Nobody knows, he doesn’t talk much on personal matters when we are off the clock… He’s never really around. We have our speculations that he has a lady. We joke that he meets her in the underground tunnels around town.”

“Everyone loves a mystery man,” I respond, “I will leave you alone now, I have to prepare for Greece.” I politely excuse myself from Eleanor and I’s conversation, discreetly moving to my closet to get dressed.

When I was rambling to Harry about running away to Greece or something, I did not mean I wanted to go to Greece because of royal duties. I guess the universe got my requests confused. I’m not sure why my father has decided a prompt royal visit is to happen. I am sure we will find out what the reason is. We don’t do significant business with Greece, in fact, I don’t remember my father ever having much collaboration with Greece. We have been to several countries on official state visits, but not Greece. There isn’t diplomatic sensitivity, at least, not in my opinion, so I can only assume it’s mainly because there is no monarchy in Greece.

♔♔♔

I pace the aisle of the private plane, my nails tapping against my phone screen anxiously. I haven’t heard from Harry all day, no text or call, and here I am on a plane with no clue what’s happening. I have no clue why I am even on the plane, I don’t foresee there is any logical reason for us to be going to Greece. There are no foreign affairs for Greece that need our attention. If I had my way, I would be using this time and the taxpayers’ money to be going somewhere beneficial to the monarch, I would be doing a small trip to bring light to the monarch since Henry has created a turmoil of issues and slammed me with the press. But, I am not Queen, I do not have the say, it all lays in my father’s hands-on where we go as royals.

I’m not entirely certain what the itinerary has me doing, I have a gut feeling that it will change one-hundred times before I get to the hotel, but with the way Eleanor packed my suitcase I can only assume this is going to entail five outfit changes in a day and consists of lunches or formal dinners’ with diplomats or god knows who.

I gasp as I hear the plane door open and I immediately settle when I see Harry with his suitcase right behind him, “I’m sorry, just know I’m sorry,” Harry immediately begins as he gives me a quick kiss to the cheek before walking to place his suitcase at the back of the aircraft. “It has been a long and rough day, my phone is dead in one of my pockets and Matthew is probably going to strangle me for being late but it wasn’t my fault. Your Father almost missed his flight with British Airways and I don’t know why we can’t all just fly together and save me some time. Had to run to opposite ends of Heathrow.” Harry mutters, not too amused with his journey for the day.

My parents are flying British Airways, meanwhile, I have the privilege of the private plane, mainly because my meetings ended later than my parents’ flight. “Yes, I know heirs can’t fly together, I’m just tired. Did Matthew already check the plane?” Harry glances over towards me before he shakes his head, not giving me a chance to respond, “Nevermind, I’ll check it myself. Before you ask one hundred questions, we have a full team of security, I’m on your service, there’s a new kid I have to train but that’s beside the point, high security, which means Matthew is concerned there’s a threat, so don’t stray.” Harry begins informing me of what he knows without me having to ask.

I guess he’s used to the questions by now.

Harry settles his hands between each seat, tugging at seatbelts and eyeing every inch of the plane he possibly can, “We should be taking off in a few minutes, it’s a clear flight plan. Matthew will sweep the hotel first. It’s a three and a half hour flight, we should be arriving at four in the morning since they’re two hours ahead of us.”

“Harry,” I step in front of him as he’s manoeuvring his way around the plane, “You can relax. You’re like spitting out information.”

Harry pauses for a moment and takes a breath, “Been a long day, I’m ready for bed, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,

“Why is the royal family going to Greece? Do they even have a king?” Harry questions.

I shake my head, “The Constitution of Greece, which describes Greece as a "presidential-parliamentary republic"-“ I begin but I’m promptly cut off.

“Darling, I’m tired, can you dumb it down or say it in English, please?” Harry offers me a petite smile, stopping me from rambling and explaining things thoroughly to him.

“There’s no monarchy. In July 1973 the Greek military called a 'referendum', which abolished the Monarchy for the second time in Greek history.”

“It failed, twice?” Harry curiously inquires.

I nod my head, “The Greek monarchy existed from 1832 to 1924, and again from 1935 to 1974.”

Harry grows withdrawn for a moment. “So, tell me again why we are being dragged to Greece?”

“Well, I was hoping you’d have the answer to that.”

“Why would I?”

“You were with the king all day.”

Harry heavily sighs and nods his head, “And it was a long day. But he didn’t tell me why we are all going to Greece, in fact, he barely spoke to me. Which, I’m fine with, I’ve heard he has been an ass to everybody.”

“He didn’t mention anything?”

Harry shakes his head, “No, nothing that could point to why we are going to Greece. Are they bringing back their monarchy?”

It appears as though we are both at a loss as to why this trip is happening. There has to be someone who knows the exact reasons. The itinerary doesn’t reveal much. For the most part, it is my father doing most of the obligations solo and at unusual hours.

“I highly doubt it. Maybe we have finally been invited by the Greek president to make a state visit? Maybe he wants to boost ties in the region? I don’t know. Nobody wants to be around him, nobody knows what the hell he is doing. I think he’s going to end up turning the monarch to shit.” I inform Hary of my opinions. Up until recently, he has done a standup job with handling things and with keeping the monarch up to high standards, but for some reason, he has flipped a switch.

He wants me to get married and to take over for no real reason. There is no reason for him to abdicate and I don’t see why he would want me to stand in for him. This isn’t a situation where he is handing me his legacy because he thinks I am fit for the job because let’s be real, he doesn’t think I am ready yet. I’m not ready for the responsibility, but everyone wants to bestow it upon me. It is all anybody talks about since it was announced.

“I don’t think he’ll ruin the monarchy, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, burning it to the ground,” I grumble.

Harry grows reserved for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking, “Would that be such a bad thing?” …. “I mean, I’m just asking as a future king, ya know?” Harry immediately adjusts his tone, regarding my glare and the fact I’m not amused by the concept of the monarchy burning to the ground.

I hum, “Mhm, I’m sure the future king is very concerned about the monarchy.”

“Of course, I am. I mean, the people’s lives are in my hands.”

“Steady there, don’t get too far ahead,” I chuckle, “There’s no way my people's lives are in your hands.”

“Wouldn't they be our people?” Harry emphasises ‘our.’

I roll my eyes playfully, a chuckle escaping between my lips. This is why I love this man. “Uhm, do you know how the monarch works, darling? You’re lucky if they honour you as king consort, and at this rate, you aren’t being honoured at all, did you forget? Nobody knows we are engaged because everything will fall apart.”

“I don’t care if I don’t have an honour title as long as I’m your husband.”

“You can claim that title when we get married.”

Harry nods his head before slumping down in a seat, his hands rubbing his eyes while his elbows rest on his knees.

While Harry takes a minute to decompress and relax, I begin to rethink everything that has been packed, the feeling of forgetting something sinking into my thoughts.

I mentally check off the things that I’m aware have been handled, passport, black outfit (mourning attire), skincare, makeup, jewellery. “I feel like I’m forgetting something,” I murmur, watching as Harry leans back and closes his eyes, “The luggage has all been counted for, right?” I ask Harry, aware that he has probably double-checked everything as well.

“It is hard to ignore the colour-coded luggage system. It’s all perfect, monograms and all,” Harry responds with a petite grin, “I know you’re staring at me, stop,” Harry chuckles.

“Harry, I’m forgetting something… luggage, passport..” I begin to think out loud.

I can’t wholly think of what it is, but there is a deep-rooted sense in the pit of my stomach that I can’t shake. It is either my gut telling me I have forgotten something or my intuition is screaming at me for some reason. I can’t assume it is a bad feeling, but whatever it is, I can’t seem to shake it. Whatever it is, it worries me.

“Did you forget your ring?” Harry opens an eye and glances at me with droopy, grey eyes.

I shake my head, drawing my necklace out and showing him my ring on the chain, “It’s here… oh no… Harry…”

“What?” He softly challenges, still wanting to doze off.

“My briefcase, it has all my documents and work in it, correspondents and—“ I begin to fret.

“I got it.” Harry cuts me off with a heavy sigh, “I saw it when I had to grab your father’s luggage because he fired his damn valets.”

I let out a breath of relief and smile at him while I carefully decide to rest in his lap, straddling his hips.

He opens his eyes, blinking at me. I don’t say a word, instead, I lean down and leave a trail of sugary kisses on his neck and jawline. His hands move and rest to the small of my back as he lets out a heavy breath. “Anna,” Harry whispers. “Darling, I can’t, I’m tired. I love you, but the next four hours are the only hours I get to sleep, as soon as we land I have to work, can we finish this later?”

“Later? We won’t have time, I have my duties.” I huff, a little irritated that he is turning me down. We have been too busy and constantly surrounded by people that we have not had many moments to be intimate.

“I promise there will be time, I’ll make sure of it.”

“What do you even have to do when we land? Can’t you come to the hotel with me?” I ask Harry, batting my eyes at him in an attempt to get my way.

“I have to make sure the itinerary is being kept secret by the palace. I have to do my job, Anna, so many things to do before your family meets with the public officials, or the world leaders, I don’t know what the hell your Dad has fully planned. What I know is that I have a lot to do. I have a new guy to train, I’ll be jumping from your service to the kings—“ Harry begins to somewhat ramble about things, his thoughts running at one-hundred different things. “You need to do your SAS training, you have a refresher course to do.”

“Just go to sleep, you need to turn your thoughts off. Turned down again.” I mutter unhappily, getting off of him and sitting in the seat beside his.

Harry sighs heavily and places his hand on my thigh, trying to inch towards my hand, “Come on, don’t be like this.”

“No,” I shift his hand away.

“Anna—”

“Don’t ‘Anna’ me.”

“Princess.” Harry is purposely attempting to irritate me now.

I glare at him and huff. “Don’t, you know how I feel about being called a princess by you.”

“Darling,” Harry sighs, “I’m tired, I am. I love you and I’m not turning you down. I know it has been a while but I promise we will find the time.”

I understand he is exhausted, he has been working without much sleep for the last few weeks. I am not solely sure what he has been working on. Harry hasn’t had to watch over me; I have kept to myself at the palace and been in the office doing paperwork, responding to letters and over the phone conferences. “Go to sleep.”

“Tell me you love me, too,” Harry sleepily requests.

I rest my head on his shoulder, allowing my fingers to slip between his, “I love you, too.” I respond.

♔♔♔

Harry's pov

Since landing at four this morning, I haven’t slept or stopped working, I feel as though it has been one thing after another that has necessitated my direct attention.

It’s times like this that I wonder why I agreed to become a royal bodyguard, life would be more peaceful if I had stayed in the countryside with my mother, but then I wouldn’t have met Anna.

I’m on the Kings service for most of the day, and I already despise it. He’s not the most straightforward man to look after at the moment. He can’t give me a full list of the men and women he desires to meet today, therefore not permitting me to do a fitting background check to ensure the safety of the family. He won’t cooperate at all, and I’ve already had to play hide and seek with him twice. By the time I’m off his service, I’m going to require a stiff drink, perhaps even the bottle. I’m not sure what has shifted with the king, but he is not acting like himself. Well, he’s acting shadier than usual, and it doesn’t settle well with me. Matthew has noticed a few red flags but not enough to take too much action, not that he can do anything, he is hired by the king, who is Matthew to confront the king?

I take a sip of my third coffee of the morning and stroll down the hallway of the hotel room, checking each door handle in the corner of my eye, making sure they all still have the do-not-disturb sign on them. We’ve managed to clear the floor so only the royals and the staff are on it. If any sign is disrupted, I know we aren’t the only ones using certain rooms. I reach the end of the hallway where I meet the trainee, Oliver.

I give him a nod and he clears his throat, “The princess hasn’t come out.”

“Mhm, I was requested to go over protocol for today with her. While I explain it to her, I expect you’re already aware of the procedures and the itinerary?” I challenge, taking another sip of my coffee— I need something stronger. If it wasn’t immoral I would add a shot of liquor to this coffee.

Oliver nods his head, “Yes. Do I ride in the car with her?”

“Yes, and you never let her open or close her car door. Don’t let anyone touch her, today isn’t about hugs.” I inform Oliver. “Do you know where the nearest A&E in case of a medical emergency?” I question, making sure he has the basics covered.

I don’t assume a trip to A&E is on the cards but there is no telling what will happen.

Oliver nods his head, “Twelve minutes from where we will be at. And twenty-five minutes from this hotel.”

“Correct.” I swipe the key to her room. “Put your tie on before you leave for the event,” I instruct firmly. I know wearing a tie is irritating and an insignificant thing, but we have to fit in with everyone else, which means dressing the part as well. If photos are taken, we don’t want to look like the odd ones out in the background. Also, it is part of our attire when diplomats and possible other royals are around.

I walk into Anastasia’s room and close the door behind me. I step closer towards her as she remains at the edge of the bed in her coat-dress, “Good morning, sweetheart.” I softly beam, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

She looks beautiful. I am one lucky man.

“Good morning. You never came to bed last night.” Anastasia gazes up at me while I take a step back.

“Your father has had me working since we landed. Already done two meetings and I’m on my third? Cup of coffee. Could it be my fourth?” I challenge myself, unsure of what number I am on.

Anastasia beams up at me, “I’m sorry, will you be on my service today?”

She’s hopeful, I can recognise it in her eyes, but we both know the answer. “I’m leaving you in the hands of my trainee, but I’ll keep a close eye on him and you. Your father wants me. Not sure why.” I inform Anastasia, placing my cup of coffee down before I kneel before her, “Maybe tonight I’ll make it to bed,” I smile up at her, taking one of her heeled shoes and sliding it on her foot.

Anastasia sighs, “I hope so, I’m tired of sleeping alone.”

I fiddle with the clasp of her shoe, struggling to clip the damn thing securely around her ankle, “At least you’re sleeping,” I mutter under my breath, not meaning to sound like a prick. Once the words slip from my mouth, I know she didn’t deserve the comment. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Anastasia shakes her head as she leans back on her elbows, waiting for me to clasp her other shoe for her, “I’d be irritated too if I was you.”

“Well, doesn’t mean I’m entitled to snarky comments with you.” I point out my own mistake.

“I’ll remind you the next time we argue and you throw me snarky comments.” Anastasia chuckles.

I roll my eyes before I stand to my feet. I tower over her before I place a hand on either side of her on the bed, gingerly lowering myself closer to her. “That doesn’t count,” I whisper, kissing her lips slowly and sweetly.

My lips proceed to brush themselves against the delicacy of hers, teasing her for a brief moment. I take possession of her mouth, my lips syncing with hers, tongues colliding while her shameless hands investigate my body, one hand pressed to the back of my neck, the other travelling up and down my body, cunningly, undecided on what part she wants to devour more.

I can’t help myself as I drag my lips from hers and begin to leave kisses down her neck, loving the sensation of her fevered skin and her breaths accelerating. Amid audacious hands striving to seize every inch she concedes, my own hands working their way to the hem of her dress, delicately gliding my warm hand gradually up the side of her leg, my fingers resting when I touch the lace hidden under her dress. I leisurely creep my agile fingers to fondle the lace line, delicately dipping my fingers around them, the bold caress of her tongue becoming further filled with passion, my fingers mildly teasing her with every graze over the lace.

I move them to the side and before I can do anything, a knock at the door sounds. “Fuck,” I murmur with a heavy breath.

“Harry,” she breathes, “Please.”

“I can’t explain this to the King on why I am late, I need my job.”

Anastasia huffs and sits up, adjusting her dress as I move away from her, “You can afford racehorses, I think you’d be fine.”

“Without a job, I could never afford your lifestyle,” I respond.

I might be able to afford racehorses and a few other things; I am not grappling for money, but it doesn’t mean I can leave my job. I make great money with what I do, I know it won’t ever be enough to buy some of the things Anastasia has, but I can afford to look after both of us with what I have… As long as I have a job.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

I roll my eyes with a sigh, “I have to go, start looking for a wedding dress.”

“I spent most of the flight over here looking while you were asleep. You know, we aren’t too far from Skopelos.” Anastasia points out, reminding me of her comment in my mother’s garden when she wanted to elope and move to Skopelos.

“We are very far,” I chuckle.

“So we aren’t eloping to Skopelos?” Anastasia grins while I adjust my shirt and tie.

I shake my head, “Sorry, can’t make it happen.”

I can’t make it happen, it did cross my mind to endeavour to take a few hours to go elope, but the itinerary doesn’t give us enough time.

“Can we talk about our wedding?”

“We aren’t eloping in Skopelos, but yes, when I’m not on your father’s service, goodbye before he kills me.” I step to where I left my coffee, cupping it in my hand as I wander towards the hotel door. I need to walk out before I end up hovering over her again.

I step out of Anna’s room where Oliver and Matthew stare at me with their pockets in their hands, “She is well aware of the protocol,” I inform them both, keeping up the charade. Matthew hides his smirk as he clears his throat and nods. I should probably be more careful about how I handle things with the new guy, I’m not sure whether he can be trusted or not, and since he’s on my service, I need to have excuses for why I’m around Anna when I technically don’t need to be. I’ll be glad when we aren’t having to hide and tiptoe around everybody, but I have this feeling that things won’t change soon.

“Harry, the King is ready for you to escort him to the car. Oliver, you’re with the Princess. I’ll be watching you both and scouring the boat.” Matthew informs Oliver and me, keeping a stern glare towards Oliver. It’s not the easiest to train someone when I’m having to be on someone else’s service, but I’ll do my best to watch him from afar and keep an eye on him. Surely, he can manage a few hours while we are all together.

I nod my head and begin to wander down the carpeted hallway, enjoying my last few moments of silence and coffee before I’m thrown into the hectic world of watching over the King.

♔♔♔

I stand beside the King, examining each person who shakes his hand, one immediately catching my attention. I take note as his eyes shift from the king to me, following my suit jacket and resting at my waistband. He can be gazing at one of two things, and I sure as hope he’s looking at, or for, the pistol that I have hidden in my waistband but not where it can be seen. I stare the man down and he pretends to stare innocently in another direction. I continue to stare him down until the King decides to move forward, moving to another area of the boat with one of the few men he has been talking to.

I accompany the king around on the tour of this navy boat, not impressed with the boat itself, more so interested in why there’s a meeting with leaders on a retired navy boat. This has to be the most pointless and uninteresting reveal that I have had to attend. I don’t understand why this was on the itinerary or even why Anastasia came but the Queen was able to stay at the hotel.

The King’s conversations have been kept very hushed, not even I can listen in too much, for some reason, the King doesn’t want me hearing and he is doing everything possible to keep me in the dark when it comes to the conversations taking place. At least he isn’t running off on me like he has a few times. I am surprised he hasn’t forced me to stay in a corner while he discusses affairs with these men. I chew on the corner of my mouth, noticing that Anna and Oliver are nowhere around me. I side-eye towards Matthew, looking towards him for instructions or some sort of update. He knows my look when I want an update on Anastasia. It takes Matthew a moment to catch my stare before I hear him come through my earpiece.

“You have a relentless stare. She is fine, Oliver is downstairs with her. Watch the man in front of you, he’s pacing,” Matthew instructs, forcing my attention to go towards the man who already has an eye on me. I mentally sigh, reminding myself that deep down, I love my job.

With a swift moment to spare, I glance at my phone— no signal. It hits me. This meeting is happening off the grid, there’s nothing to track us besides the tender boats that we took out here and it also means no unwanted people can listen in on conversations.

“Harry.” The king grasps my attention, pulling me to the side once one of his conversations is dismissed. “This isn’t the unveiling of an old boat like I thought, get Anna out. Leave my service and take her to the hotel.” The King instructs, catching me off guard for a moment.

Just a little ago, Matthew informed me Anastasia was fine. I am not sure what has altered, I can only imagine that the King has picked up on how these men he is engaging with don’t appear to have great intentions. No government officials or royals have ever looked me up and down in search of any weapon I may have on my person. I have never been watched by multiple people as I have today. Things don’t add up, things haven’t added up from the start.

I waste no time following my orders. I discreetly leave the king and radio into Matthew, attempting to explain the orders in code in case anyone is listening to me and observing me.

I weave in and out of areas of the boat, thanking god for my photographic memory, this ship is a maze in itself.

I discover Oliver who is guarding Anastasia. I stand beside him, “Go to Matthew, don’t speak to anyone, understand?” I mutter loud enough for the two of us to hear. He glances over at me with furrowed brows, confused and wanting to question me. I don’t blame him, he’s new and has no clue what’s happening, he needs an explanation but not right now. “Go,” I instruct firmly. I trump him, and if he can’t listen to me and take my instructions in situations, he doesn’t need to be apart of our travel team. I don’t need anyone to question my authority or my instructions when on duty. I despise travelling as it is, I don’t need others to make it more difficult. Matthew and I have a system, we know what to do in situations and we know how to communicate; Matthew trusts me and knows me. I require Oliver to listen and learn.

Oliver steps away and walks off, leaving me with Anna who has three officials talking with her. I heavily sigh as I think for a moment, needing a way to lure her away from her conversation. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I begin with half a smile as the men stare me down like I have interrupted a presidential speech. “But I was asked to check on you, your father knows how you are on boats.”

“Uh— not the best.”

“Princess, would you like to get some air?” I suggest, trying my best not to tip anyone off that she’s getting off the boat. I don’t trust anyone on this damn thing and her father shouldn’t have put any of us in this position.

Anastasia nods and excuses herself from the three men.

Without a word, I begin to escort Anna through the boat. I don’t say a word and she continues to walk beside me, allowing me to lead the way. This will be the last time I work on a damn boat that has too many areas to keep track of. I can’t watch my back and lead her to an exit at the same time. I need a damn map. We are stopped by two men, one of them being the one that was searching for my pistol. “Princess Anastasia, I haven’t had a chance to talk to you,” he grins ear to ear, “I hear you’ll be taking over the monarchy soon, or is it all rumour?”

Anastasia politely smiles and shakes her head, “That’s not up to me to decide. It was nice seeing you.”

“Where are you going?” He questions, blocking us from walking further.

Nosy. I see. I don’t like him. There’s something about him that is far from charming. Before Anastasia can answer, I begin to speak. “She needs some air.”

“I’ll join you.”

“No need to join, just a bit of motion sickness.”

The man stares at for a moment, testing my patients. “You can barely feel the boat move.”

I clench my jaw with icy content, taking a breath and stopping myself from escalating matters and shoving him against the wall. One step closer and I might just have to put my hands on him. “She’s sensitive,” I respond, placing an arm around her, forcing my way between the two men and leading her away.

I finally make it to the outside and onto the deck of the boat, relieved more than ever.

I tenderly tug on Anastasia, stopping her from walking. I can’t turn around to see if we are being watched, it would be too obvious. Anna turns to gaze at me, “Anna, look discreetly over to my left, is anyone watching?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” I mutter before letting out a heavy sigh. “One person?”

“Yes.”

I tilt my head to my left, “Eagle, I’m being watched. Be Careful. Send me Eaglet.” I radio into Matthew in code. If we are being watched, we are being listened to as well. It’s a no brainer.

Getting Anastasia out of here without issues is proving harder than I had anticipated, the slightest tip-off to anyone that we know something is happening could potentially make things worse. We need to get Anastasia and her father off this boat promptly and subtly.

“Harry, what’s happening?”

I shake my head, not wanting to answer her question, signalling for her to stay quiet for a moment as I listen to what Matthew is striving to tell me.

“I can’t hear you, I have interference,” I respond, carefully peering over my shoulder to see where the watchers are. “Eagle, come in?”

Matthew responds but I can’t understand him, it’s like static on an old radio, and pierces my ears. It’s the sickening screech of an AM radio where it gives you a headache for a split second and makes you reconsider ever wanting to listen to the radio again. Matthew attempts again to get through to me, but the screeching pitch causes me to take my earpiece out.

Something's not right.

I check my pockets and subtly pet myself down, looking to feel for any sort of difference within my suit jacket, although highly unlikely I’m to discover anything.

Anastasia stares at me, her hand pressed to the railing of the boat while I take my jacket off and shake it out. Nothing.

I take notice of her for a moment, taking my attention away from my search, “You okay? Motion sickness isn’t kicking in is it?”

Anastasia shakes her head, “I’m fine, you’re making me anxious here.”

I slide my jacket back up my arm and I step forward, closing the space between Anastasia and I. “Don’t say a word, I’m just checking something,” I whisper in her ear as softly as I possibly can, gently pressing my hands behind her, feeling every inch of her back— nothing. There’s nothing on her back. I carefully slip my hand into her jacket pocket, grasping the small circular device between my fingers.

I discreetly remove the small device from her pocket and I lean over her to drop it into the water. “You were bugged,” I inform her, not too pleased with how the events of the day are taking place. Oliver shouldn’t have let anyone close enough to her for her to be bugged. “I’m trying to get you off the boat, this was meant to be some unveiling of an old ship, but it has turned into… how do I put this…” I begin, unsure of how to explain to her that some shady things are happening, “Just... just know I need to get you off the boat, okay?” I mutter, glancing around in an attempt to find something to help me figure out what the hell I’m meant to do.

There’s a reason why I sought to tell the King being on a boat with foreign leaders and God knows who, was a dangerous idea, but he refused to listen to me.

Sometimes I wonder why I stay in my position of job, life would be simpler if I quit my job. I could find something less bothersome. Special intelligence is only riveting when the king listens or when Anastasia isn’t in harm's way.

“Protocol?” She whispers, her voice breaking as her eyes grow wide, the sensation of danger settling in.

I nod my head, “Don’t panic, I’ll think of something.”

“How? We’re stuck on a boat and—“ She’s spiralling, I can see it in her eyes that she’s beginning to panic and mentally think of scenarios that could occur.

This is the part I loathe.

“Anna, darling,” I kindly cut off her, “Let me do my job and worry, just trust me. I’m trained for this.” I remind her of my duty, at the moment I’m not her fiancée, I’m her bodyguard that has her life in his hands. I’m the one who is trained to take a bullet for her, I do it because it’s my job, but also because I’m madly in love with her.

“Trained to get me off a boat in the middle of a volcano?” Anastasia questions, pointing out the location of the boat.

“Actually, a water-filled caldera is what it’s called.” I correct her, not knowing how to handle the situation besides using a sense of humour.

“Harry.”

I heavily sigh and my eyes catch a glimpse of the distance between the boat and the shoreline, “You can swim, right?”

“Yes?”

“You might have to.” I flick my head towards the water, causing Anastasia to stare at me.

“This isn’t funny.”

She’s going to kill me. But if it comes down to it, I need to know that she understands that she might have to take the plunge.

“It’s the last resort, but uh… it might have to happen,” I respond, “I’ll get you off, one way or another.”

“Why can’t we just keep the peace and stay until we’re meant to get off?”

“Because this doesn’t seem like a peaceful ending, just stay with me, okay?”

“What do these people want?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know. I don’t have many answers. Come with me.” I mutter, beginning to get frustrated, but not with her. I’m frustrated that we are put in this situation, I’m frustrated that the king ignored the red flags that Matthew and I expressed, I’m frustrated that because of the King's ignorance and determination, we are in a mess that I��m not sure we can get everyone out of.

The people on this boat are not here for a grand tour of an old navy boat that has come back to life, this isn’t a celebration or a coming of a union, this is a nightmare, a nightmare that could have been prevented.

I should have listened to my instincts and told Anna to stay at the hotel, I should have done the thorough background check on each member, but the King had me occupied running errands with him and meeting with other leaders. He managed to direct my attention away from where it needed to be, he created his destiny with this mess and he’ll have to reap what he has sowed.

I follow the edge of the railing and Oliver finally comes into view, stepping out of one of the doors. Anna and I make our way towards him and I waste no time with barking orders.

“Get her off the boat,” I instruct, gesturing towards Anna.

Oliver shakes his head, “I can’t, there is no way off, we are all being watched. The next Tender isn’t for another hour.” Oliver responds, looking at me for answers that I don’t have. Part of me feels bad for him, his first trip and attempt at being a part of our team and he has been thrown into this monstrosity.

“Get her off the boat or keep her safe for an hour.”

“How?”

“Get creative, I don’t care if you go through the galley, keep her safe.”

“What’s the galley?” Oliver questions.

“For christ sake,” I shake my head, surely he isn’t this dense. “Either get her off the boat or keep her safe for an hour. Keep her safe. If anything happens to her, I will personally kill you, got it?”

Oliver nods his head, his eyes wide as he nervously peers around. I can’t believe I am leaving her with him, but I have no choice, I know I need to get back to the King, he is my priority at the moment, I am on his service, I have Anna somewhat safe, I have to do this.

I turn towards Anastasia and I lean closer to her, “I love you, take my jacket, there’s a spare in the inside breast pocket.” I whisper in her ear before I slide my jacket down my arms. Anastasia takes her jacket off and I take her jacket and give her a small smile before I throw it overboard.

She stares at me with the eyes of daggers, and as much as I wish I could laugh, now is not the time to let my guard down. There was already one bug in her jacket, there could be more. I slide my jacket up her arms while she huffs, a clear indication that she is far from pleased with me. Right now, pleasing her isn’t a part of my job description, she will have to get over it.

I kiss her on the cheek before I look towards Oliver, “I’m serious, if anything happens to her—“

“I get it, you’ll kill me,” Oliver nods his head.

I don’t want to leave her with him, but I know I’ve given her enough hints and tips over the years for her to figure out ways to keep safe if Oliver fails. All I can do is pray that nothing happens to her.

I march away from the two of them and I begin to make my way to the men who have been watching. I climb the stairs and disregard them as I walk past them. I feel their eyes burn into my back but I don’t dare turn around. I keep moving forward. I have bigger fish to fry.

I walk the different passageways of the ship, striving to locate Matthew and the King. I can’t get any response from the radio and there’s no cell service for me to track any phones, all I can do is rely on memory for how the ship is built.

“Where’s the princess?” I’m distracted from my search and I stop in my tracks. I turn around to face the same man who was trying to look for my concealed pistol.

“Why?”

“She’s meant to be in a meeting.”

“She’s unwell and won’t be attending the meeting,” I respond.

“Where is she?” He’s determined to get his hands on her from the sounds of things, and I’m not okay with it.

I lift my shoulders into a shrug, “Don’t know, but do you know where the King is? I assume his meeting is where hers is meant to be as well?” I’m somewhat being a smartass. There’s no way in hell anyone is going to tell me where the king is, everyone is shady. The man stares at me in an attempt to assert dominance.

I heavily sigh and reach behind my hip where my pistol is. I use my left arm to push the man against the wall before my right-hand holds the barrel of my pistol to his neck. “Tell me where the king is and don’t cat and mouse me. I’m not in the mood.”

The man gulps, his life perhaps flashing before his eyes as he begins to stutter, “I-I—“

“Spit it out. Where are they?” I demand.

“Upper deck near the upper deck escape hatch, there’s a room, they’re there.”

With my pistol in position against his skin, I use my other hand to promptly search him, finding his pistol and shoving it where I keep mine when it isn’t in my hand.

“Lead the way.” I instruct, pulling him away from the side of the wall and pushing him in front of me, keeping the gun to his back, “Don’t try any funny business.” I forewarn, pushing him to start leading to where I need to go.

♔♔♔

I cough out the portion of seawater I managed to inhale as I eventually manage to get to the shore, pushing myself to get a little further before I give myself a break, collapsing to the sand. I glance to my side and Matthew and the King are doing the same, all of us coughing out salty water. My lungs burn from the salty intake and my body aches from the long-drawn swim and the bitter coldness of the Aegean sea.

I take a few deep breaths, “Everyone okay?” I cough while the King assists me to my feet.

“Ye’ a fuckin’ asshole,” The King murmurs.

I glance at him, moving my arm into an L formation and holding it with my other hand, “I guess that is code for thankyou,” I respond, trying not to lean on the King as we both move away from the water but I can’t help it.

All three of us sit on the sand and take the moment to fully catch our breath back and rest what little strength we have left from fighting the currents. We sit in silence, nothing but the crashing of the waves echoing between us. I stare out into the water, keeping an eye on the navy ship we left behind, all we can see of it is the lights of the boat. We left the vessel at dusk and at nightfall, we have made it.

With heavy breaths, I think about the events that have transpired.

I stared at the king as he scowled at me, not wanting to take my instructions for the hundredth time since we landed here in Greece. “Sir, if you do not jump, they will kill all three of us, jump.” I raised my voice towards the King who was contemplating whether jumping was the best option. At that point, it was the only option.

When I was lead to the king and Matthew, I encountered Matthew being held at gunpoint and the King tied up. I don’t know what lead the two of them to that point, but I do know that everyone on this boat is against us. No amount of training can prepare you for the moment you have to fire your pistol to save not just the King but also the head of security. No amount of training prepares you for the sight I walked into and created. Untying the king was easy, getting all of us out and away from the other members on the boat, not so much. I heard a gunshot and my eyes widened, but none of us was hit, the shot came from another area of the boat. I held my breath for a moment, hoping and praying that Anastasia managed to get off the boat. “Get up, let’s go!” I commanded, hauling the King to his feet and shooting a glare towards Matthew, requiring his direction. From that moment, it is mostly a blur. Everything happened quickly.

I glanced around, taking note that nobody had yet to follow us to the point in the boat where we were at, but it was only a matter of time before we were discovered. “Sir, you have to jump, we need to get off,” I commanded again, driving him closer to the edge.

A gunshot fired and for a split second, my world froze, my breath hitched in my throat and I looked behind me. I disregarded the King and pushed him into the water, giving him no option. It was and still is my job to take a bullet for him and keep him safe, no matter what it takes.

“They were going to kill us, weren’t they?” The King questions, taking me from my thoughts and breaking the silence between us, the realisation of what happened finally settling in with him.

I nod my head, “Anna,” I breathe out, suddenly becoming alert with the fact I have no earthly idea on where she is.

The King punches my shoulder, causing extreme pain to shoot through me so severely that it makes me want to throw up. “You were in charge of her, don’t you dare tell me you don’t know where the fuck she is.”

I wince, slamming my eyes shut and I bow my head, trying to catch my breath back as it feels like I have had the wind knocked out of me, “Matthew,” I cough, “Where’s Anna?”

“Fuck mate, I didn’t put a full swing behind the punch.” The King positions himself in front of me, Matthew inching closer. The king wastes no time with unbuttoning my button-down, trying to move the material to get a look at my shoulder.

I look past him and glance towards Matthew, “Find, Anna,” I instruct.

“Harry, how the fuck did you swim?” The King questions with wide eyes.

I shake my head, not concerned about myself, I did my job, I got us all to safety. “Find your daughter, I left her with Oliver.” She wasn’t on my service, I did my job as security but I failed as her fiancee. “Everything is wet, we can’t call,” I mutter, using my good hand in an attempt to reach into my pocket, unfortunately realising that there is no way my phone or radio will work.

“Harry, she is fine. She got off,” Matthew informs me while the King runs his finger over my collarbone, causing me to flinch once he reaches the corner of my shoulder.

Thank God she is okay. I don’t think I could have ever forgiven myself if I had of left a dangerous situation meanwhile she was still on the boat. I should have stopped to think before following Matthew and the King with swimming to shore. I should have double-checked. I a notorious for double-checking but this time, I failed. I failed on many levels.

“What did you do?” I look at the King, wanting answers in an attempt to ignore the throbbing pain I am feeling and have been feeling since the boat.

The King stares at me for a moment, his lips curling into icy contempt. He wants to lie to me, but he can’t think of anything plausible. “Don’t lie to me,” I continue with a heavy breath, my eyes and body burning. I know I am overstepping my job description, but if I can dodge bullets and swim for my life, I can ask for an explanation for what the hell is happening.

The King nods his head, bowing it in defeat, “Ever love someone so much you’d do anything for them?”

I nod my head, knowing all too well what it is like to love someone so much you would do anything for them. I would walk to the ends of the earth for Anastasia, I would wholeheartedly do anything for her, no matter the cost. Of course, I cannot tell the King that that ‘someone’ is his daughter, although, I wish I could.

“They saved my wife. When I first married my wife, a terrible accident happened, Harry, she was dying in my arms. They saved her, I vowed to do anything in return, and from that night, I have had a debt to pay.”

“Who is they?” Matthew quickly questions.

“The Ace’s,” The King whispers the name, almost too scared to speak of the name too loudly.

I grow withdrawn for a moment, trying to figure out who he is talking about, then it hits me. “No,” I breathe out, putting the pieces together.

“Henry’s family saved my wife. When Henry was born, they forced my hand and made me promise he would one day be King and have a higher royal title than what he was born with. I paid them for years but the money isn’t enough. They want his title, they want the estates, everything, they want it all to cover their debts. I can’t give them what they want if Anastasia doesn’t marry him.”

“So, they orchestrated all of this?” I ask, needing to understand things.

The King nods his head, “A life for a life. They saved my wife and I haven’t kept up to my end of the deal so they want my life in return. The Ace’s have to be behind what happened, they are a big influence with who was on the boat, turned them against me.”

“All of this for a fucking crown?” I mutter.

“Harry!” Matthew scolds.

“It’s fine,” The King sighs, “Things were fine until that family started their ‘life for a life’, I didn’t want to include Anna in any of this but they forced it. It was either try and force their relationship or they…” The king trails off.

“Or they what?” I quickly ask. I don’t think I want to know the rest of the sentence. I can read between the lines, but I need to hear things first hand.

“They threatened to kill her.”

I shake my head, not wanting to hear anything further, I have had enough for one day, “I’m ready to go to the hotel, it is fucking cold,” I mutter, forcing myself to my feet.

“Mate, we need to get you to a hospital.”

“I’m not going to a hospital, I want to go to the hotel. We need to get the fuck out of this place. It is safest for all of us to be back home.”

“Let me take care of that, Harry, we need to—” Matthew begins but I cut him off.

“I’m not going to a hospital here. If they catch any of us at the hospital, it is game over, that will be the first place the look expecting the King to have been shot.”

♔♔♔ ♔♔♔

Matthew and I stand in the elevator, watching the golden numbers increase slowly.

“Matthew, I want Anna on a plane back home.”

“Harry—“

“Matthew,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear anything about the fact that it isn’t my decision since it is a royal duty, “We may not be married just yet but for the sake of this conversation, I want my wife on a plane back home, now.”

“I’ll have the jet ready for her as soon as we wake her, we’re all getting out of here. The palace will be in lockdown, we will take them in through the tunnels before deciding where to keep them. I don’t think Buckingham is the safest.”

I nod my head as the elevator doors open and we step out, discussing a few things as we walk down the hallway.

I stand in front of Oliver and he looks me up and down, “Please don’t kill me.”

I glare at him, unsure of why I’d kill him if he got Anna here safely, “She tripped, but she’s fine, barely even a scratch.”

“It’s your lucky night, even if I wanted to kill you right now, I probably couldn’t,” I half chuckle, “Good job, Eaglet.”

“Thank you. She has been asking for you every thirty-minutes… are you two a couple?”

“No, I just do my job very well.” I dismiss his question about the relationship. I can’t tell him about the relationship. I don’t tell anyone about us, mainly because Anna doesn’t want everything to be exposed and right now, I don’t need everything to be exposed. With what’s happening with Henry and the intent of them murdering the king or Anna, I don’t think it would be a good idea for our relationship to be outted. I can only imagine the turmoil it’ll cause. Fuck.

Matthew and I both step into Anastasia’s room. The light is on and she’s wrapped up in a blanket on the bed with the television on low. “Harry!” She’s quick to her feet.

Matthew lets go of me and I open my arm for her, welcoming her with a partial hug. I kiss the top of her head, “Hey, darling.”

Anastasia steps away from my half-hug, instantly looking me up and down, “You’re wet, and look like hell. What happened? Are you okay? Matthew, what happened?”

“Princess, pack your things,” Matthew instructs and Anna looks towards me.

“Sweetheart, just listen. Do you need help packing?” I offer, not wanting to have to explain everything to her right now.

If I’m being quite honest, all I want to do right now is to lay down.

“No, you’re not lifting a finger. You’re off duty until further notice.”

“Helping my fiancée isn’t a duty,” I respond, nudging Matthew away from me as he attempts to help me to sit on the bed.

I rest on the edge of the bed, disregarding my wet clothes for a moment. Matthew and Anna go withdrawn as I lay down, my eyes following them around the room while they gather all of Anastasia’s things.

“Harry, do you need anything?” Anastasia softly challenges, looking over at me.

“Morphine.”

“Why are you not at A&E?”

She’s not going to give up, she means well, I know, but I am the one that needs to worry, not her. “Anna, I’m fine. I’ll survive until we get home.”

“That’s not for a few hours.”

“My priority is getting you out of here.”

I can’t say that I don’t care about the pain or myself, I do, the pain is excruciating, but either way, her safety is my priority. None of us are safe at the moment if we stay here, getting her and her family back home is the safest and most logical plan.

“Harry, you need to be checked. Did you break something? Did you dislocate something? If we don’t pop it back in, you could need surgery and—“

“Anna,” I softly cut her off, “I am fine.”

“You just asked for morphine.”

“You’d want morphine too if you felt this pain. I’m alive, I’m not dying, I can wait for a better moment to go to a hospital where we won’t be watched. Jus’ pack your things, or do you need my help?” I question, slowly sitting up to face Anna.

Anastasia shakes her head, “No, just lay there.” Anastasia instructs, beginning to help Matthew pack her items, leaving me to lay on the bed, resting my eyes in an attempt to relieve the pain.

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shadowtsukiyo · 7 years ago

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LadyNoir July: Prompt: Foggy Amortentia

LadyNoir

Rated: T

Prompt: Foggy

LadyNoir July

Amortentia

I redid this thing so many times. So… so many times. I wasn’t happy with any version for this one. I couldn’t figure what I wanted, and my original idea was thrown out because it was far too much editing for me on my busy schedule and my friend for this one.

So… here’s attempt…six, I think?

“So, I like Adrien… but I barely know him.” Marinette started, “This other guy I know, he likes me. A lot. He’s willing to work around all of my faults and insecurities, and he deals with me being a show off when we play video games.”

Alya looked at her friend, “This guy, you’ve met him playing video games, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed the best she could. She didn’t like lying to her, but it was the best she could do. “He’s our age, and kind of funny—not that I’ll ever tell him that—he’s cute… beyond all of that… he’s… my best friend, next to you, of course.”

“Girl, as much as I want you and Adrien together, I want you happy more. If this guy does that, then go for it. You seem like you really care about him, that you love him.” Alya slung her arm over Marinette’s shoulders. “So, tell me. Do you stutter around him too?”

Marinette laughed, “No way! He’s too silly to really be uncomfortable around… he makes me too happy without me feeling weird.”

Alya had a slight grin on her face, “There you go, sweetie.” She encouraged. “Hey, wanna go in here, maybe get some chocolates for your new beau?

“Sure, that sounds—ALYA Move!!” She saw the Akuma pointing something at Alya and suddenly in a blue flash, the red head was hit. Her eyes glazing over with a bright shade of pink, looking like sclera, the pupils showing darker under the magic.

Marinette bit her lower lip, she didn’t want to run away, but she needed to transform. “I’m sorry, Alya.”

Marinette ran into the nearest alley she could, “Marinette, shouldn't you wait for Chat?” Tikki questioned as she opened the purse.

“I know I should, but I need save Alya… Tikki, spots on!”

If she had known what would have happened, she would have waited.

Less then five minutes, the blue magic was thrown her way and she had no way of escaping.

Everything was fuzzy and foggy, like she just opened her eyes under water. Nothing made sense at first.

“Come to me, Ladybug…” A voice called to her.

“Chat…?” Her consciousness was confused, why did he call her Ladybug.

As her body approached him, she realized this person wasn’t her Chaton. She couldn't make out his features, just a must of blurring colors. Muddled brown where his hair should be, coppery glimmers on the brown when the light hit it. Soft mocha blurred with white and tan, his face and eyes. They weren't Chat’s bright green and golden locks.

Everything in her screamed to stop moving.

“Don't fight me Ladybug. I will be taking these,” a hand brushed after earlobe making her inwardly shudder in disgust. “after you take Chat's ring.”

“No…” She whimpered in her head, for her body only nodded, allowing him to wrap an arm around her.

Everything was too hazy to see, too foggy. It reminded her of the cheesy horror movies she watched with her Papa.

Every now and then, her vision would clear up around a person… Alya, Rose, and several other girls. Most of which she didn’t know their names.

She could hear their inward cries and pleas. It made Marinette realize, this wasn’t just her mind. The Akuma dumped their conscious minds in a space.

“Ladybug…?” Alya’s voice filled the foggy space. Terror filled her voice.

“N-no… no no… you’re supposed to save us…” A brunette was practically in tears.

“We’ll be okay, Chat will stop this.” Ladybug’s voice was firm, despite the terror that filled her. While she believed in Chat, she was scared. This Akuma had control over her body.

The male was speaking… he wanted a girlfriend, now he could make any girl his girlfriend, to stay by his side.

It felt like hours.

“If he kisses me again, I’m going to go Lady Wifi on his ass. I’ll let Hawkmoth akumatize me.” Alya was sitting crossed legs. Her head tilted back in annoyance.

The male had what he wanted, girlfriends that played what he wanted. They were lifeless shells filled with magic, obeying his every command.

As the time passed, more and more women began joining them in the hazy, fog ridden world.

“I wish Juleka was here. She usually had playing cards.” Rose sighed, laying on her back, the fog half covering her form.

“Can we even use objects here?” Ladybug asked, turning to see Rose was gone. “What??”

A moment later, the blonde came back, her breath was heavy. “I was back in my body! If only for a second!”

A smirk formed on Ladybug’s lips. “He’s taking too many of us for him to control… He’s losing us. We need to—.”

She was cut off, and for the first time since being hit by the magic of the Akuma, she saw clear and perfect, no haze trying to hide people or face, able to see clearly in every aspect.

“What’s the matter, Minou? Jealous?” She heard her voice, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her!

“Chat…” She said him, her hand trembled, trying to reach out towards him.

And she was yanked back into the fog, this time… only partly. She could feel her body, feel her hand trying to move. It wasn’t just here, everyone seemed to be in a similar situation. They looked like they were glitching in and out… It seemed that Chat was causing the Akuma’s frustration levels to rise.

‘Aren’t you going to answer my lady?”

She practically snarled hearing Amortentia calling her that, “You son of a b—!”

“Don’t you call her that!” Chat’s voice and the sound of something being hit. It was a very sudden yank, but her consciousness was back in her body, and from the looks of it, so were the others.

The back and forth was making her feel like her yoyo.

Hit him Ladybug!

The command entered her mind, sand her body began acting on the order. “Chat, move!”

Her fist moved, and she felt fear in her heart, soon the fear turned to cool relief when he moved out of the way.

To her surprise, he twisted and yanked her to him. His arm locking around her, holding her close. Hands pushed and hit at his chest, but the longer she was in his hold, the weaker each strike became.

“Don’t let me go, Chat…. Don’t ever let me go.” She wanted to verbalize the words, wanted to show him so much. She just wasn’t ready, and this wasn’t the time nor place… but this event set her heart on a straight path. To Chat.

GET HIM OFF OF YOU!

“I’m going to try to break his hold on you, M’lady. Do you know where the Akuma is…?”

NOW LADYBUG! GET HIM OFF! FIGHT HIM!

Her head was growing thick and fuzzy, “G-Glasses… His glasses…”

She watched as his lips parted to say something else, but it was too late.

“Ladybug, shove him off!” This order was out loud. The internal commands were not working as well as the Akuma wished.

“No! No… I don’t want to hurt him. Chat, move… don’t let me hurt you!”

Her hands roughly collided with his chest, her weight being forced into the thrust of her palms. As Ladybug, her strength was higher, and from the grunt he let out—it hurt.

Fight him! Get his miraculous!

She was no longer in the hazy world, and from what she saw, Alya and a couple other girls were fighting as hard as she was. Rose, sadly was still influenced, as were some other girls that stood by his side.

“N-no!” She panted, forcing her body to stay ridged as Chat pounced on him.

She felt like every muscle was weighed down, like the air was thick and wet, like even blinking hurt.

And suddenly, it stopped.

A black butterfly filled her vision as every muscle went slack, and her body began running on auto-pilot. Throwing her yoyo to purify it, summoning a Lucky Charm, cleansing all the damage done.

Chat had sent her away, and she had left, but only to recharge. Tikki had been worried, and Alya blew up her phone with worry.

She had a decision to make, and she was tired of avoiding it.

“Ladybug? I thought I sent you home for the night.” He was on his way home, using their usual meet place as a turn point.

“You did. But I needed to say something.”

Her hands shook at her side, remembering everything.

That fog and haze she felt hadn’t been the first time she felt that way, it was just the first time it had been caused to such a degree.

“You…”

“I… what?” He tilted his head and she grumbled.

Why the hell was he so cute when she was trying to keep herself from stuttering.

“You, mangy cat, shush!”

This earned a light grin from the male.

Her hands threw up into the air. “You make my life clear, okay! Happy, and clear. Without you, it feels wrong…. And… and…”

He was wide eyed as her frustrated confession.

“I’m lost without you, Chat.”

Blue clashed with green before she moved to step closer until she was hugging him. “My life without you is just a fog… a haze. Like what that Akuma did.” She whispered as his arms wrapped around her.

“M’lady… what are you trying to say?”

“I….” Her words were lost on her tongue as she gently cupped his cheeks. “Soon… I have some personal feelings to figure out. But… I’m…”

She paused and he moved to gently tilt her head up.

“Yours, Chat. I’m yours.”

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supitskeegs · 7 years ago

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Drunken Confessions → Keegan & Camila

Tagged: Keegan Allen & Camila Mendes @socamilamendes Location: Barcelona, Spain Time Frame: Late Tuesday Night, July 11th Notes: Camila drunkenly finds her way to Keegan’s hotel room and they have a conversation about love and feelings.

Camila wandered about the halls in the resort, trying to find the room that she was staying in with KJ. Tonight hadn’t gone exactly the way she planned. The Latina ended up drinking way too much and surely she was more uninhibited than anything of that sort. She groaned out softly, using the wall as support while holding a bottle of champagne in her other hand. It was only half empty and she was sure it’ll be even more so as soon as she reached her hotel room. Decidedly, the brunette hummed as she took another swig from her bottle, stopping in order to regain her balance, and walked forward. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let herself get to this position and not take care of herself—especially when she was with someone who wouldn’t even benefit from her mouth when it got talkative? “You fucked up, Cami”, she slurred out to herself, stopping in front of a door and using her free hand to knock on it by accident. “You fucked up big.”

Keegan had spent the night hanging out with Jesse, glad that they were able to have a chill guys night. While everyone else seemed to be getting wasted the entire trip, Keegan couldn't do that but he was glad he had friends who didn't mind and would spend time with him that didn't involve alcohol. It was late now, sometime in the middle of the night but Keegan wasn't tired due to the time difference. Jetlag was definitely a frustrating thing so now he was just laying in bed in his room, staring at the ceiling and thinking about life in general. It wasn't until he heard a knock on the door that made him raise his eyebrows, wondering who that could be at this time of night. Carefully getting out of bed, Keegan made his way to the door and opened it, seeing a very drunk looking Camila on the other side. "Cami?" He asked confused, furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

Camila startled herself by knocking on the door again. This time, the door had opened and there was her friend on the other side. Keegan didn’t look at all asleep, which was something great considering she didn’t want to wake up anyone, but the Latina was way too far gone in her self-loathing and drinking that she couldn’t fathom what she was doing. “Kee”, she yelled out and threw her arms into the air. A little bit of the champagne she had been drinking fell out of the bottle and onto the floor and she quickly assessed the situation, putting her free hand down and one finger to her lips in order to shush herself while the other held the bottle more carefully. “Is this your room”, she continued to ask, slurring her words. Peeking through the door, she stood back and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m drunk”, she sighed out after his question, brown eyes looking up to her friend in a small pout.

Keegan chuckled and looked around, pursing his lips. Camila was being incredibly loud and since it was the middle of the night, he didn't want her waking anyone up, including his roommate. "Yes, it is, but we need to be quiet because my roommate is sleeping," he said, closing the door behind him so that they were now both outside. "I can see that," he laughed when Camila stated the obvious, saying she was drunk. "You were just with Lili, weren't you?" He asked, remembering that she had said they were going to be hanging out. He wondered what they did and where Lili was if Camila was just wandering around and ended up at his hotel room. "How about we go for a walk? Or at least find somewhere to sit since I don't know how much you can actually walk."

Camila shushed herself again with the same finger to her lips and let out a soft chuckle in the process. "Got a secret, can you keep it", she started singing out. Even in this state now, her voice still carried a perfect pitch. All of those years in NYU as a theater major with music as a minor had pulled off for her. Once Keegan was out of the room, the brunette leaned in closer to her friend and answered his question with a nod. She and Lili had gone out earlier that night and it was a complete mistake on her end. "Mhm, and now she went back to her room and I was trying to find mine", she confided in her friend, still slurring her words. After a brief pause, she began to loop her arms around one of Keegan's and nodded her head. "Okay, we can walk. I'm not sleepy and I still have to finish this. I made it a goal. Can you help me find my room? I don't want to call KJ because he's sleeping too."

Keegan laughed when Camila started singing, shaking his head in amusement. She was definitely making him smile, something he needed after fighting with Lili earlier that day. Even if they seemed to be fine now, things were still a little weird and he was bummed about it. He knew Camila was close to her and maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to talk to her about it but she also knew her well and that would make it easier to talk to her about. "So how did it go?" He asked her, wondering why she was so drunk and on her own. "Okay, just be careful there," he said, holding onto her so that she wouldn't fall or stumble. "Is KJ your roommate?" He asked her as they continued to walk.

Camila tilted her head to look up at Keegan when he asked her about her night. "It went great", she told him truthfully. "We just got drunk and hung out. That was it." The statement had been terse and short, but there was nothing more to elaborate on. Instead, she sighed and took another swig out of the bottle of champagne she had with her and tried to shrug off the feeling of regret and loneliness that started creeping up on her. The brunette was more than grateful for the change in subject and nodded twice to tell her friend. "Yeah, and he weirdly texted me this morning saying I needed to find someone to be with. I didn't know being the seventh wheel was so out of fashion." Again, she didn't mean for the statement to come out so harsh. Usually Camila was a fun drunk, a silly drunk--a drunk that wanted to have a good time and dance and sing with the people around her. This drunk Camila was more than self loathing and self deprecating. It was as if the night's activity had sucked the life out of her. "Am I that unlovable?"

Keegan furrowed his brows when Camila talked about how things went with Lili. It sounded like something had happened but he wasn't going to push her to talk about it. He didn't know what was going on but he was fighting with her and now something seemed off with Cami after spending time with lili and Keegan was just confused. "Who said that, KJ? Is he seeing someone?" Keegan asked, not really knowing much about the guy since they hadn't spoken before. "Seventh wheel, huh? I'm sorry, Cami. But hey, I'm single too. Single people unite," he smirked, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "Hey, come on. That's not it. You're lovable. You're amazing. Pretty, talented, funny, you're the whole package. You just haven't found the right person yet," he said, staring into her eyes. "You can't force these things and your friends shouldn't be encouraging that. I mean is there even anyone you have your eye on right now?"

Camila shrugged her shoulders at Keegan's question. "If he is, it's new and new to me; but again I'm the seventh wheel so I don't know what's going on", she told her friend, her words still slurring. It wasn't as if she hated being as such, but it was the territory that came with it. She barely knew what was going on with her friends outside of work and maybe that was her fault for wanting to distance herself a bit. There was a snort that came with the compliments but she placed her free hand on Keegan's thigh to show her thanks because of it. Giving it a squeeze, she took another sip of the champagne bottle and hummed when she realized that they were both single. "We should make out", she spoke, knowing it wasn't the right thing to do but at least she'd be able to forget about the night that happened. "You're my friend and I'm not saying I'm into your anything or am I saying that I'm using you to forget about Lili for a minute, but we should make out." It was the alcohol talking, and she knew it, but she leaned in closer to Keegan anyway.

Keegan was confused. "If you're the seventh wheel then doesn't that mean he's with someone?" He asked Camila. He wasn't sure he'd get a straight answer since she was very drunk right now but usually drunken words were sober thoughts and Keegan knew about that all too well, the hard way. He was caught off guard when Camila said that they should make out, then going on to explain which didn't make him feel much better about the situation. He had to admit, he did think Camila was attractive and he enjoyed her company but the circumstances just weren't ideal for a few reasons. He was still very much in love with Troian and Camila clearly was making it obvious this was just because she was upset about feeling alone and he knew that them making out would just be a terrible idea. "Cami, no. I don't think that's a good idea," he said, pulling away slightly when she leaned in. "I don't know why you want to forget about Lili, I'm still a little confused but...you said it yourself, you're not into me and it just isn't a good idea," he told her.

Camila whined and sat back, but a part of her (maybe the only sensible part left) was relieved that they didn't have to deal with the burden that she was about to cause. "You're right", she mumbled and slurred out, turning away to take another sip of the bottle. "I could be, you know, if you weren't such a great friend to me already. You're my cat daddy. You've done a lot for me and you're the only person I can talk to without feeling weird." And she was right. Everyone in her life would have judged her for what she was about to say, mainly because they were too close to the situation, but Keegan was the rock and the solidarity that she had in her life of turmoil. He was the beacon of calmness that she didn't dare to turn with her own stormy situation--and she felt anything she could say would just be between them and nothing else. "You wanna know why I want to forget? I like her, man. I like her a lot; but she's with Cole and she's fucking happy and that's all I want for her. He's happy and she's happy and it's all fucking amazing and I'm shitting myself not to fuck it up. What do I do?"

Keegan smiled softly and nodded. "Of course I'm your cat daddy. We're cat buddies for life. You're probably the only person that would actually get a black cat once I suggested it. That means something to me," he said while smiling. His friendship with Camila was unexpected but he was so glad it happened, glad to have her in his life now. When she had revealed she liked Lili, Keegan raised his eyebrows. It was a little shocking but then when he let it settle in, it really wasn't. They seemed close, more than just best friends at times but Lili was with Cole and he knew that had to suck for Camila to see. "I'm sorry, I know how much that sucks. Liking someone that's with someone else," he sighed. He knew the feeling all too well. "And I guess Cole is a friend of yours too, right? Feels so weird to call him Cole, I usually never call him by his real name to Lili and even if she'd seem mad, I think she thought it was lowkey funny too," he admitted. "I don't think there's anything you can do, unfortunately. If Cole is the one for her well, you'll find your soulmate and get over Lili romantically. If he's not and you and Lili are meant to be, it'll happen when the time is right."

Camila laughed hard when Keegan mentioned his little quirk about her friend. "I guess it did make it funnier", she told him truthfully. She only continued to nod when he asked her if Cole was one of her friends and she couldn't lie. Cole was a great friend to her. He had done nothing wrong to her and probably was one of the few people that managed to keep them together. He made Lili happy and that's all that mattered to her at this point. "You're so smart", she continued on to say, patting Keegan's chest and then poking it for a bit. "Okay, you got some serious muscles working there. You are cat daddy for sure." Her mood swings were always killer, stemming from her zodiac sign and the need to keep things lighthearted at times. It was her nature. "Cheers to finding a soulmate for the both of us--and maybe he or she will let us have a threesome that we both want."

Keegan chuckled when Camila patted his chest and realized how much muscle he had there. "I like to think I have some good words of wisdom every now and then. Especially when it comes to people's happiness. Good things happen to good people and you're a good person, Cami, so I fully believe you'll get what you want eventually," he said to her. "I'm totally okay with being cat daddy. Does that make you cat mommy?" He asked her curiously. "Cheers," he said, even if he had nothing to drink from. He couldn't help but laugh at her pointing out them having a threesome with Lili, something he would admit to wanting if someone asked him. They were both attractive women that he was close to and he would totally be up for it given the opportunity. "Fingers crossed," he teased. "Come on, let's get you back to your room so you can sleep this off," he told her, wrapping an arm around her and leading her back to her hotel room.

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