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baeklination · 3 years ago

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A Wish: Wedtime Stories

Date: 220702

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, general fucking, gen.expl.lang.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 3k

NOTE: From Anon: "Can you please write wedding night with Baekhyun?" Since it's a "wedding piece" I made the intro a little longer than usual and there's obviously a bit of sweetness in there as well. Hope you enjoy it..!

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Baekhyun had touched your hand and pointed to the bouquet.

“Oh…”

The little note - “for the soon to be Mrs.” - was still on it, so you carefully took it off and put it in your pocket. It had been delivered the same morning, from the neighbour upstairs since he knew you were going down to the courthouse today. With no families to speak of it had in so many ways always just been the two of you so deciding on a simple ceremony came easy. People say the wedding day is the happiest day of your life, but no - with Baekhyun every day would be the happiest; even up until this morning your thoughts had been about being, not getting, married. Then suddenly, as you took your dress off the hanger, you became nervous. Giddy. It wouldn’t be much to the average person, this mint green dress in crushed velvet you found at the thrift shop, but to you it held all the brightness you could see in him and you couldn’t believe your luck when seeing the tag read 17$.

You couldn’t hold your laughter in when the little grandpa played “Here Comes the Bride” on his keyboard as you entered the room. When Baekhyun gave him the thumbs up, the beige sleeve of his suit was so far down you could barely see his finger; a testament to it being borrowed, not bought or rented. It had been a quick affair, but nonetheless lovely, and riding the bus back home, spinning the ring on your finger, you already felt different.

“It’s weird.”

“No, it’s not…”

Even though you bought the table ages ago you always have dinner by the TV, sitting on the floor, not across from each other like this. Slurping down a spoonful of the tofu stew, Baekhyun’s eyes wander to the living area.

“Yes, it’s weird”, he concedes. Taking your hand, by the looks of it getting ready for a skit, he continues. “But we’re married now, this is the life we have to lead…chaa… Our fun days are over, Mrs. Byun. And, oh, look..! It’s already past seven, we better get ready for bed.”

“Ugh, can you imagine..!”

“I’m kinda hoping we will…”

After three days of sleeping apart (him on the couch) and no acts of romance (aside from kissing) Baekhyun doesn't have to further explain what he means.

“We have to drink the-”

“Right!”, he smiles and claps his hands, remembering the bottle of prosecco your manager gifted you. “In the bedroom? Before sealing our nuptial vows..? Eh?”

“Oh, you speak so scandalously, Mr. Byun…”

And the truth is even though this won’t be the first time you have sex it feels different. Sure, partly because of the no touch-rule, but there’s also the glittering sheen of wedding night surrounding it and the jitters of what Baekhyun will say about your attire. Not having much money meant you hardly spent any on new things and certainly not on these kinds of things.

“I’m gonna change. I…um, I got something…”

“For…” He blinks, and thinks. “...the bedroom?”

Fancy underwear costs a pretty penny so you started saving up as soon as you set a date, but even so you kept going back-and-forth when you got to the store until finally, sternly telling yourself “You’re allowed to want to look nice and feel special on your wedding day” and spent the money you’d saved for that very reason.

It certainly feels different. You run your hands down the soft silk of the white nightgown to the stockings beneath and double check that the garter doesn’t peek through when you take a step then open the bathroom door with butterflies in your stomach.

“Baekhyun?”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes, okay?... Okay?”

“They’re closed, promise”, he calls from the bedroom.

When you come to the doorway you see you’re not the only one who’s changed; now in his pyjama pants he lies on his back, eyes diligently shut and hands clasped together over his stomach. Standing in front of the bed you tell him:

“Okay, open.”

Sitting up with a jerk he smacks his lips.

“Oh! W…Wow…” He smiles shyly as he gets up, but stops his hands from touching you. “You’re not returning it..?”

“No. Do you like it?”

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but ends up only humming, nodding, while he puts his hands on your waist.

“Ouh, why am I so nervous? I feel like a virgin, I don’t know what to do”, he chuckles, gracing his hands over your shoulders, your hair.

“Kiss me, maybe?”

“Mm.”

Sliding his hand onto your neck, brushing his thumb over your earlobe, he bends down and puts his lips to yours. At first it’s gentle as though marking the occasion, but soon you feel the wet inside of his lips, then his tongue. You grab him firmly by the waist and his murmur teases a fire between your legs, helped by the way he clutches on the fabric of your dress.

“If we don’t chug that thing now”, he sighs and takes your hand.

“Chug? It’s top quality, we have to enjoy it.”

“You’re the only top quality I care about enjoying right now.”

Since it’s not fully dark outside, he’s put the blinds down and the two candles he lit by the window helps with a splash of romance. Handing over one of the glasses he sits down on the bed as well.

“A toast… To Mrs. Byun.”

“And Mr., no…you still have the same name, it’s not as new and exciting.”

“That’s because you’re mine, all mine. Come here.”

He puts his arms around your back for support when you sit on his lap, then twitches as if he’s suddenly realised something. Studying your face he almost looks melancholy, yet reassured.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

The clink of your glasses breaks the seriousness and if not that then the bitter bubbles hitting your palates would’ve. Scrunching his face, he puts his glass on the nightstand again and yours after that.

His taste is indistinguishable from yours but his touch isn’t. When his hand goes over your knee your abdomen twirls and when his fingers go under the dress, touching your bare skin it beats. When his fingertips come in contact with the garter he pulls away from your lips and lifts your skirt.

“This too? Oh, what kind of a naughty devil did I marry?”, he purrs, tugging on your bottom lip. He pulls your gown over your head and throws it on the edge of the bed then pats the mattress. “I think cosy time is over.”

“You know I always think you look great, but…uh, tonight…”, he groans in your ear as he pushes his pelvis against you.

When you put your hands under his trousers they meet his skin instead of boxers which explains why his hard-on is so distinct between your legs. He lifts up to let you push his pants below his cheeks then you grip his cock, stroking the taut skin over the head.

“Ah…” Resting his forehead against yours he breathes with a tremor. “I’ve missed your hands.”

You’ve missed feeling him in your hand, the beating anticipation of knowing he’ll soon push himself into you, growing thicker the deeper he goes. As if reading your mind he gets up and takes his pants off completely, then rolls down your stockings one at a time. Smiling, he puts his teeth to the garter and pulls it down as well. Putting his fingers under the hem of your underwear he gives you a kiss right above:

“Are you ready to consummate our marriage?”

“Not if you say it like that…”, you answer, putting your hand over his in jest.

He takes a long breath then sighs it out, brushing his nose against the fabric over your clit:

“How should I say it, then..?”

“Like that.”

After pulling them off and tossing them to the side he wastes no time laying down. He happily lets you tug at his hair when he presses his mouth to yours, searching for your entrance with the head of his cock. Finding it, he pushes without hesitation, making the pair of you catch your breath. It feels like he’s grown, like he’s even more luscious than four days ago and unbelievably sexy rolling his pelvis to stretch you out, jutting his jaw like that.

“Oh-hh… wife feels different…ah…”

With his hand on your hip he presses his length in with precise, smooth waves, giving away how much he’s missed you by his various sounds of satisfaction. Putting his forearms on your sides, he aligns his body with yours and keeps rolling. A smile flashes in his eyes right before he presses his wet lips to yours. His kisses are sticky and outdrawn, teasing your senses the same way his cock teases flutters around your entrance and inside as it glides back and forth. When you run your hands down his back and stroke his cheeks he thrusts a little harder and faster, grabbing onto your shoulder, breathing in your ear, but soon presses deep and stops moving. He exhales heavily.

“This…agh…might not take long…”, he chuckles.

You press him even closer, digging your fingers into his cheeks.

“I’m not worried.”

As if he never stopped his pace is the same when he starts bucking again, pressing you down into the mattress with energetic thrusts.

“That’s right…”, he pants behind your ear “...ah-h…we have all night…”

The closer he gets, the more sensitive he becomes, making every stroke a burst of incomparable pleasure; his stunted yelps ring clear as a bell dripping honey next to you.

“Uh-hh…” His grip on your shoulder tightens. The air gets stuck in his throat and he pushes his head against yours. “Ah, f-”

The neighbours will think he’s hurt the way he wails in satisfactory agony while he repeatedly rams his cock as far as it’ll go, making sure every last drop of cum is emptied out of him into you.

His stomach presses down heavily on yours as he gasps for air.

“Sh…shit…”

After swallowing hard he sighs, rocking his forehead against yours, then caresses your cheek.

“Mmm…”, he hums, kissing you. “Wife really is different… Christ…”

“Just so you know…”, Baekhyun says and rolls to his side. “...we’re never doing this again. This no sex thing.”

“Why would we? But come on, it was three days. It can’t have been that hard, B.”

“Babe…I’ve never pushed into you that easily…”, he muses, stroking your cheek, knowing he’s right.

“No, that was just because I had that drink. You know it woosh, went straight to my head and got me loose.”

“Mm, I bet. Either way. I swear, yesterday I almost caved.”

“The day before?”

“Because it was the day before. When I was lying out there I kept thinking tomorrow, tomorrow… I was so goddamn hard, when I squeezed my cock…I kept imagining how it’d feel to put my hand around it and pump.”

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Honestly? B..? I won’t be mad, it’s over anyway.”

“I didn’t. Baby, I swear”, he insists, pulling you in for a cuddle on his chest.

Doing nothing special, sometimes talking, at times being quiet, you feather your fingers on his body. He doesn’t react when you run them along his length, but you know he thinks it feels nice when you casually touch him like this. You remember something and laugh to yourself.

“What..?”

“No, I…When I put them on, the clothes, for a second I was like… When you were a kid, playing in the woods or taking a shortcut, did you sometimes see pages from a magazine, like-”

“Wait… Oh! I’d completely forgot..!”, he exclaims excitedly.

“You know what I mean..!”

“Yeah, from nudie mags, right?”

“M-hm! They’d be all beaten up or torn, but you could clearly see what it was.”

Baekhyun fills the room with his warm, full-bodied laughter.

“That’s what you think you looked like..?”

“For a second! It reminded me of it, how they always wore white underwear, stockings and all that, you know.”

His chest billows under your head when he silently giggles about your thoughts and probably the memory itself. When he goes quiet you notice his cock is starting to move upwards under your fingertips and he strokes your arm.

“You…Is it something you wanna try, maybe..?”

“Is it something you wanna try, Baekhyun?”

When you look up at him he also turns, looking to the corner of the room with his lips pursed. Making a show of it, you sigh deeply and grab him firmly by the root and move your hand up and down.

“I guess not…”

Tightening his grips around your arm while softly bucking his hips into your hand, he whispers over your head:

“I think you should.”

The second go of you wearing your lingerie might not be as filled with romance - sitting up resting on your arms with Baekhyun leaning over between your legs - but the way he moves from kissing your neck to sliding the straps off and sucking on your nipples makes up for it. It’s not intentional but the way you comb through his hair while he sucks almost makes you feel like one of the women in those magazines; faintly moaning as you feel your panties getting wet. Slowly, with richness, he kisses you, eager to continue.

“Touch me”, he moans over your lips.

He’s so close that his balls brush against you when you pump and it turns you on even more, so when he pulls your panties to the side he doesn’t have to say anything before you steer his cock down to your entrance. Your husband is the perfect fit the way he fills you up, pressing your walls aside just right with his slow bucking until you completely let him in.

Barely moving anything else than his hips he roughly smacks them against yours to get his cock as deep in as possible. The sheets underneath your hands move as he pulls at them with his clutching fingers and his hair becomes a tangled mess rubbing against your neck. From the sound of his moans you can tell he’s biting his lip before releasing it along with a burning burst of air. Spreading your legs even wider to receive everything he’s giving, you moan:

“Don’t stop…”, putting your hand on his neck.

“Are you gonna come?”, he whispers stickingly, pulling your underwear more to the side.

Putting all fingers on your pussy he rubs, quickly sliding back and forth over your clit as he continues to pound his cock in and out, breathing heavily from exertion and arousal. You feel every millimetre as it rises closer and closer until spilling over into spasming thighs, clutching fingers and whines.

Baekhyun doesn’t stop or let you breathe. He eases up on the pace and circles his fingers slowly, but doesn’t stop while he greedily pushes his tongue onto yours, humming forcefully. His circling makes you twitch, but the hazy line between pain and pleasure is heavenly.

“Lie down…”

Without sliding out he gets in position; coming up close he raises your legs, holding tightly on your thighs. It catches you off guard when he starts thrusting. You hear both the smack of your bodies and the wet impact of your fluids being pushed out over your gasp as you rush to grab onto the sheets above.

He was already well on his way when you came, so after an apologetic wink, running his hand through his hair, he shifts his attention. Dropping his jaw, knitting his brows, he’s entranced by the image of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with the panties next to it. He pounds and pounds, then a twitch runs through his body making him groan and shut his eyes tight.

“Ah, fuck…”, he whispers, then releases an airy wail and frenetically rolls, grinds his groin against you, emptying himself. “Ah...chh…ahh.”

After gathering strength Baekhyun goes to the kitchen and comes back with a pitcher of juice and a proud smile on his face.

“I knew we had one carton left. Let’s mix it with the bubbly and make a packlist.”

You’re only gonna be away for two days and one night, but preparing for it is exciting anyway; scribbling down clothes, tickets and reservation numbers to remember - and the juice blended out your drinks enough to make it enjoyable while keeping the celebratory feel.

“Don’t forget we have to buy film for the camera.”

“Mm, if we get off at Westfield there’s a store there, not far from the station. Then…” Fiddling with the sheet in front of him, he makes his eyes big and round.

“Then what..?”

“If you take those new clothes maybe we could-”

“Ha! That's all you care about now..!”

“Yes!”, he teases, placing a kiss on your cheek. “You bought it ‘cus you wanted me to look, didn’t you..?”

“You… What kind of naughty devil did I marry?”

“Just trying to make the most of our honeymoon”, he shines brightly, then sighs as he takes your fingers in his hand. “I really wish I could’ve gotten three days off like you.”

“Me too. But two is better than none and I don’t know if they have much else than the zoo up there anyway.”

“Close your eyes!”, he suddenly bursts out.

“Why?”

“Why? I did it right away when you told me to.”

“Okay. But if something starts poking me…”

You can tell he’s getting off the bed by the shifting and his laugh moving away, then you hear him opening the closet door.

“Okay”, he declares, sitting down next to you.

In front of you lies a tiny box in red velvet, the lid open to show a pair of heart-shaped earrings in gold - the very ones you’d stop to dream about when you passed the window of the vintage shop downtown. They aren’t something you save up for with a handful here, some there - you realise it’s what all Baekhyun’s extra shifts were for. The magnitude of his love tightens your chest and puts a burn in your eyes. When you pick the box up he jerks forward.

“Are you crying?”

“No”, you laugh and wipe a tear away. “I got something in my eye.”

“My baby’s crying..!”, he coos, sliding his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling your neck.

And maybe you are, maybe just a bit.

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babybluebex · 4 years ago

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vanilla sponge [bucky barnes x reader]

➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 5.5k ➽ summary: the four times bucky said goodbye and the one time he said hello ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of death, ANGST, eventual happy ending ➽ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONK!!!! i meant for this to be a fluff blurb but it.... evolved lol. thanks @groupieforbucky for beta reading this! masterlist/taglist in bio!

March 10, 1935

You sat on the hood of the car, watching Bucky mess with a candle in front of you. His lighter wasn’t wanting to catch in the cold evening breeze, but he was adamant on lighting the candle up. “What’s the big deal with this candle, Buck?” you asked. “You’re just gonna blow it right out. You really want it that bad?”

Bucky scoffed at you. “Sweet, simple Y/N,” he chuckled. “It’s a tradition for me. My mom used to do it, so I have to.”

You sighed softly, and you stretched your hands out in front of you. Bucky looked at you for a moment, his eyes sweeping over your frame, and he stepped closer. His large hips settled between your knees easily and he put his hands in yours, and you clicked your tongue.

“No, you twit,” you giggled. “Gimme the damn lighter.”

Bucky tilted his head at you and smiled, and he jumped up onto the hood of the car next to you. The two of you had driven out into the countryside for a night alone, just you and your Bucky on his birthday. You had even baked a cake-- you had been saving money for months to be able to afford all of the ingredients for his favorite vanilla sponge. The cake had sat in a box in the backseat of Bucky’s car as you two had walked along the riverside and splashed cold March water on each now, and now it sat next to you as you yourself were sat with Bucky’s jacket around your shoulders. James Barnes was a great guy, charming and cordial, turning 18 that day. He didn’t have much family besides you and your friend from school Steve Rogers, but, as Bucky often said, “You’re easier on the eyes than ol’ Stevie.”

You lit the lighter with ease, shielding the little flame with your body, and you successfully lit the candle and stuck it into the top of the cake. “Make a wish, Buck,” you said, offering him the cake. “But you can’t tell me what it is, remember.”

“Well, why not?” Bucky scoffed. “I wanna tell you what my wish is.”

“‘Cause it won’t come true, whacky,” you giggled. “Blow out your candle before it drips wax onto your cake.”

Bucky looked at you for a long moment, his blue eyes reflecting the orange of the setting sun, and he finally rounded his pink lips and blew out the candle in one strong, swift breath. The smoke curled upwards and you plucked it out of the cake, and you smiled at the bit of white frosting that got on your finger. “Happy birthday, baby,” you said, swiping the tip of his nose with the frosting, and he laughed. “I hope it’s a good one.”

“It’s the best one yet,” Bucky said. “Besides the inaugural one, of course.”

“I wish I could’ve gotten you something more than a stupid cake,” you mumbled.

“No, I love it,” Bucky insisted. “It’s really tasty; you worked hard on it.” With that, he scooped up the bit of frosting from his nose and offered his finger to you, and you licked up the frosting.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you replied, straightening your posture. “C’mon, eat up. My curfew is at nine.”

Bucky began to eat the cake with his fingers, offering you bits every so often. The car radio was playing just loud enough for you two to hear, and, even with Bucky’s jacket, you found yourself scooting closer and closer to him. You loved him. This wasn’t typical puppy love. You could see yourself baking Bucky vanilla sponge cakes for years to come. Even though he always told you that there was no chance he’d be sent over, you imagined sending him a letter with the recipe so that, at the very least, he could think of you.

Finally, the box was empty, and Bucky laid back onto the hod, sucking bits of crumbs from his fingers. “Thanks for that, doll,” he said, and you cuddled up into his side. His arms were behind his head, and you settled your head in his underarm. It smelled so much like him and was so ridiculously warm, and you melted into him fully. “I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his arm. “I love this.”

“This?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged and pressed your hand to his chest. “Just being here with you,” you said softly. “I never want it to end.”

Bucky sighed, and he leaned to kiss your head. “Me too,” he whispered. A few quiet moments passed, and you looked up to meet his eyes. “Can you promise me something, dollface?”

“Anything,” you agreed.

“We’ll spend every birthday together,” Bucky said. “Even if we’re apart, you’ll send me letters and all. I’ll do the same for your birthday too.”

You nodded, and you clasped Bucky’s big hand in your little one. “Deal,” you whispered. “As long as I can make you cakes.”

“I can’t bake worth shit,” Bucky chuckled. “You’ll have to teach me.”

“I’d love to do that, Bucky,” you told him.

March 10, 1942

“Look at you,” you cooed. “All gussied up. What’s the occasion, Sarge?”

Bucky threw his arms around your waist and spun you around, earning him a squeal. He wore his dress uniform, his tie done perfectly and belt cinched around his jacket. His shoes were shiny and his hair gelled and combed, his face clean-shaven. He smelled like the aftershave you had gotten him for Christmas. There was an obvious occasion, and you figured that it was something more than his 25th birthday. “I wanted to take my dame out to dinner,” Bucky said, turning you so that your back pressed against his front. “Is that allowed, Mrs. Barnes?”

You giggled as Bucky snuffled his mouth into your neck. “I guess so,” you huffed. “But it’s your birthday! I should be doing something for you!”

“You let me have dessert for breakfast,” Bucky laughed. Then, he kissed your neck, and he added, “And then you gave me vanilla sponge cake afterwards. You’ve done plenty for me, doll.”

“But it’s usually tradition for the birthday-haver to be the guest of honor,” you said. “And for you to be pleased. It doesn’t make sense that you do all the work today. That’s not how birthdays work.”

“Well, dollface, that’s why I joined the Army, remember?” Bucky laughed. “Wanna help people, all that business?”

“I thought it was to get away from me,” you giggled.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Right, because I joined the Army to get away from you and immediately turned around and married you to keep you around,” he scoffed. “You’re not thinking right, woman. What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m still fuzzy from this morning,” you admitted. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and drew you closer into him, and he took a deep breath from your neck, taking in the smell of your perfume and the powder you had used on your face. “You broke my brain, you and your stupid tongue.”

“And my lips,” Bucky added cheekily. “Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” you said. “Trust me, I won’t ever forget that. But don’t you agree?”

“Christ, woman!” Bucky laughed. “Let me take you to dinner! Why’re you fighting this so hard?”

“I’m not fighting it!” you said quickly. “I’m just saying that it’s not how it’s usually done!”

“Well, we don’t do things the usual way, do we?” Bucky laughed. “Anyway, I think I like this better. Any day I don’t shower you with my love is a wasted day.”

“You’re corny,” you laughed.

“But you love it,” Bucky said, and you shrugged.

“Tolerate, more like,” you said, and Bucky laughed. The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment, and you said, “Finish getting ready, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t take too long, dollface,” Bucky said, knocking your chin lightly with his finger. “I already miss you.”

You wrestled yourself from Bucky’s grip and went to the door, and you opened it wide to see a man dressed like your Bucky. Older and stern, he struck a sense of fear and apprehension into you. “Is this the home of Sergeant James B. Barnes?” he asked in a thick voice.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Is Sergeant Barnes around?” the man asked.

You swallowed thickly. You already knew what this man’s presence meant. You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let the man in, and you called, “Bucky, sweetheart! You’ve got a visitor!”

“Is it Stevie?” Bucky called from the depths of the apartment.

“No, it’s…” you started. “Just come here, James.”

Bucky appeared at light speed. You never called him James, not even on the day that you had gotten married. He was your Bucky. As soon as he spotted the Army man at your side, his body went rigid, and he gave the man a salute. “At ease, Sarge,” the older man said. “You two seem in good spirits.”

“It’s…” Bucky began and cleared his throat. His stance relaxed, and his arm slid carefully around your waist. “It’s my birthday, sir. We were on our way to dinner.”

“Might have to cancel that reservation,” the Army man rumbled. “The 107th is being called to Germany.”

Your heart sank, and you couldn’t control the tears that stung your eyes. Bucky’s jaw flexed tightly as he absorbed the information, and he sighed heavily. “When do we leave?” he asked slowly.

“In the morning,” Bucky’s superior said. “The planes ship out at oh-five-hundred.”

Even under Bucky’s arm, the room felt cold. The trumpet on the radio sounded so distant, and you heard the two men having a conversation behind a veil of disbelief. Bucky had promised you that he wouldn’t get sent overseas. He said the 107th didn’t do that. He had promised you. He had fucking promised you. You broke out of his grip and escaped into the kitchen, and your gaze focused on the cake that sat on the counter. A piece was taken from it, the slice that you had allowed him for breakfast, and the cake itself was housed in a pretty glass cover that your mother had bought you as a wedding present. The candle was still stuck into the top of it, the tip burnt black and curled up.

“Y/N,” you heard from the door, and you turned to see your husband. His face was pale, his blue eyes as dark as the ocean, and he chewed his bottom lip. “Doll, I--”

“There’s nothing you can say to make this better,” you whispered. “You have to go. It’s what it is. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you.” You turned back quickly, sniffling and trying to hide your tears, and you added, “Your bag’s in the spare room. I think your nametag’s in the box in our closet, I can check if you need me to.”

Suddenly, his strong arms were around you, holding you to his chest. Bucky didn’t say a word. The material of his dress uniform was itchy against your skin and you could only imagine what it felt like for him, and your knees buckled. The tears came, hot and burning your cheeks, and a sob wrecked your throat. “You promised me,” you whimpered. “You fucking promised me, you bastard! You said that the 107th doesn’t get sent over, you fucking lied to me!”

“I was trying to protect you!” Bucky said, his voice rising to match yours. “You would’ve made yourself sick with all your worrying about when I’d be sent overseas, and I didn’t want that for you!”

You broke yourself from his grip, and you sniffled up your tears as best as you could. Even if your heart wasn’t crushed, you cried when you were angry, so tears were bound to happen no matter what. “So you lied to me instead?” you asked. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, Bucky? I’ve never lied to you, and I only expected the same from you; I didn’t expect for you to lie about something so fucking big! Jesus Christ, I can’t stand the sight of you.”

“Doll, please, listen to me,” Bucky said, grabbing your arm. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Bucky was bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you. He had a tough skin and an even tougher heart from years of neglect and rejection. But you were his weakness. He cried when you did, laughed when you did, kissed you harder when you kissed him. There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you, but your heart burned with acidic hate. “Get out,” you said. “If you’re gonna leave in the morning, I don’t see why you need to stick around here any longer.”

“Y/N!” Bucky cried. “Darling, please settle down!”

“If you’re so keen on leaving, then do it,” you said, wrenching your arm from his grip. “And don’t call me darling. Don’t call me doll, don’t call me nothing. You gave that up when you lied to me for years! Our entire relationship! You were already enlisted when we met! You have literally lied to me every day for seven years! What else are you lying to me about? What else are you keeping from me?”

“Nothing!” Bucky said. “Christ, you need to settle down, please. I know you’re upset, but do you really think leaving things like this will make you feel better?”

“It’ll make me feel something,” you whispered. “Something other than missing you. Go stay with Steve or whatever, I just… I just don’t want to fall asleep next to you, and then wake up and not have you there. I… I wanna say goodbye.”

Bucky took a tentative step towards you, then pulled you close to him. His eyes were watery as he looked at your face, and he swiped away your makeup with his thumb. He smiled wistfully, every single memory of you that he had shooting through his brain as quickly as they could manage, and he said, “Then don’t. I’m coming back, my love. I promise you. And I’m not keeping anything from you. All my cards are on the table here, doll. I’m coming back for you.”

You two devised a plan. You and Bucky would go to bed, but he would wake you up when he did, and you would get a goodbye. You helped him pack his bag according to regulation, and you carefully slipped in a picture that your mother had taken on your wedding day. You sat in the middle, veil over your hair, flowers still fresh, with Steve Rogers next to you. You were about an inch taller than him in the picture, but you both were smiling. The bride and the best man. You knew that Bucky needed to be reminded of his brother as much as he was reminded of you.

When the alarm rang shrilly in the morning, you watched from the bed as Bucky got up and dressed in his uniform. An olive green that complimented his skin, his boots tied around his ankle, and his silver dog tags buried under his collar. He turned to you, silent, crying, and he moved back to the bed. You still wore your nightgown, and Bucky took the lacy hem in his fingers and sighed. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered.

Your arms went around his neck and tugged him in, and he buried his face in your neck. You caressed his head as he cried, and you tried to hug him as tightly as he had hugged you. “I’ll miss you more,” you whispered back. Your chest hurt with the urge to cry, but even the notion of it made you feel sick to your stomach. “I love you so much, Bucky.”

“When I get home,” Bucky said. “I’m gonna hold you and never let you go.”

“I’ll pencil it in,” you said through your tears.

As soon as the door shut, you pulled his pillow to your mouth, closed your teeth around it, and screamed.

March 10, 1943

Steve’s heart ached as he looked at the door. It was a normal apartment door, a little plaque with the number on it, above a peephole, but there was a little green ribbon held to the door with scotch tape. Bucky’s place. He remembered when Bucky had told him that you and him had gotten a place in the city. He was excited and said that he couldn’t wait for Steve to come over and see it. But that was before Bucky got sent to Germany. Before Steve joined Project Rebirth, before… Everything. He would be surprised if you recognized him right away.

He knocked on the door. There was a thumping from inside the apartment, and he heard your voice say, “Motherfucker…” before the door opened. You looked good. Your skin was glowing, your hair was done, and you were even wearing makeup. Steve had always known you as very put together, but you were Bucky’s wife. You were beautiful to him. Confusion was etched across your face, and you slowly said, “Can I help you, sir?”

Steve slowly took off his uniform hat. “You’re Mrs. Barnes?” he said, even though he knew the answer. There was a protocol to follow. The Army allowing him to be the one to deliver the news was enough of a breach.

“Yes,” you said carefully. “Can I inquire as to who’s asking?”

Steve cleared his throat. “Captain Steven Rogers,” he began, and your mouth dropped into a shocked look. “With the United States Army.”

“Stevie!” you cried, and you threw yourself at him. You knew that he had finally managed to join the Army and that he was sent to Germany as well, but you hadn’t had any correspondence with him. Bucky had stopped answering your letters and, while you feared the worst, you tried to keep your anxiety at bay. There was a reason, one that didn’t involve Bucky dying. There had to be. “Oh my God! You’re so… Big! I mean, I heard about the whole Project Rebirth thing and saw pictures of you, but… You’re taller than me now!”

Steve gripped you tightly. “I missed you too, Y/N,” he said softly. “Can I come in?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed. “I mean, it’s just me and Alpine, but you’re always welcome here, Stevie. Can I make you a drink? There’s some cake in the kitchen…”

Steve distantly listened to your chatter as he stepped into the apartment. It was warm and smelled like vanilla, and the walls were a pleasant beige with pictures. An official picture of Bucky hung in a nice frame right by the door, and Steve smiled at his best friend. “Cake?” he repeated suddenly, processing your words.

“Yeah!” you replied. “Buck’s favorite birthday cake. I’ve made it for him every year and, even though he’s in Germany right now, it didn’t feel right not to make it, ya know?”

Steve carefully sat down at the little wooden table in the kitchen, and he watched a fluffy white cat jump up to meet him. You served him a slice of cake on a pretty china plate, and you sat and buried your chin in your palm. “So what’s going on with you? Did you just get back?”

Steve couldn’t even bear to look at the cake. “No,” he said. “I have to go back in the morning.”

“Oh,” you said, and your heart sank. “Is everything alright?” You pulled Alpine into your grip and gently stroked her back, and you watched Steve’s gaze falter between you and the cake. “Steve. Is something wrong?”

Steve sighed, and his big shoulders sank. “A few months ago, Bucky and other soldiers in the 107th Infantry were taken as POWs. I led a team and we managed to rescue them. But then Bucky joined a squad that I was a part of, The Howling Commandos. As part of a mission with the Howlies, Bucky was--”

“Stop,” you hissed. You set Alpine aside and stood up, and you pressed your knuckles to your mouth. You knew it. You knew that Stevie was too good to be true. He was there to deliver bad news, the worst news for a military wife to be told. You sighed and hung your head, and you whispered, “Is there a body, at least?”

The chair creaked as Steve stood up, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. “We couldn’t locate one,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You sniffled. “An empty casket,” you mumbled. “An empty home, empty promises… Steve. Is there any hope that he’s alive? Even, like, infinitesimal? Even one percent?”

Steve shook his head, blond bangs falling onto his forehead. “He fell from a train, Y/N,” he said carefully. “We couldn’t recover a body. If he is alive, then… I think that would be worse. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your legs felt weak, and you braced yourself on the table. Bucky was dead. Your greatest fear had been realized. “What do we do, Stevie?” you whispered.

“We?” Steve asked.

“He was your brother,” you said softly. “He had you when he had nobody else. I think you’re more important to him than me.”

“That’s not true,” Steve said simply. “I chose him, but he chose you. He chose you to live the rest of his life with. He was stuck with me.”

You felt like a ghost as you walked into the living room and sat on the floor. You stared at everything, letting the silence gather around you. The coffee table was still crooked from where Bucky had last sat on the couch; his legs were longer and he always pushed it back to rest his feet. You fussed at him about it, but you didn’t actually mind it all that much. His favorite record was still on the player, playing empty static from when it had ended and you hadn’t flipped it over. Alpine had made a nest out of blankets on the couch, and you tilted your head when you saw that one of them was one that Bucky had made you. He was rather adept at knitting and had made it with yarn he had smuggled back to base, and it came in a package postmarked from Germany. You had referred to it as Bucky’s German blanket, but it was soft and smelled like him. You imagined him sleeping with the unfinished scraps every night. He was gone. He wouldn’t ever put his feet on the coffee table again. He wouldn’t ever get up with a grunt to flip his record and sweep you into his arms and dance with you.

Steve came to sit next to you, and he put a heavy arm over your shoulders. “I managed to nab this from his stuff,” he began, clasping his hand with yours. “Figured you’d want it. He took it off before missions because he said he didn’t want it to get messed up, and it stayed with his bag. It takes forever to out-process a soldier’s personal belongings, and I… I knew you’d want it sooner rather than later.”

A gold ring. The one you had put on Bucky’s finger that day. The wedding was beautiful for what it was. It wasn’t big by any means, just you and Bucky, Steve, and your mother. Your mother provided the veil and Bucky the rings, and Steve had picked a few flowers from his neighbors’ garden box. You had elected to get married at the courthouse rather than a church, and you remembered Bucky being flushed and giggling the entire time. You still wore your gold rings; you never took them off.

You grasped Steve’s hand and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks, Stevie,” you whispered, and your tears finally fell. “It means a lot.”

“You’ll see him again,” Steve told you. “I know you will.”

You sighed and held the ring tightly in your palm. “I hope so.”

March 10, 2023

The breeze was cold as it drifted off of the lake, and Bucky nestled further into his jacket. He was sure there was some level of impropriety to wearing a leather jacket to a funeral, but it was a last minute thing. He didn’t want to come. He felt like he was disrespecting Tony by being there, but Steve had talked him into it. The jacket was the only black thing he owned that covered his arm.

“You sure you wanna go?” Sam asked again, and Steve scoffed. “I mean… There’s so much here.”

“You know that’s a lie,” Bucky laughed. “There’s nothing here for Stevie.”

“Or Bucky,” Steve added. “We’re not from here, Wilson. Not really, anyway. We belong… Somewhere else. Sometime else.”

Sam nodded slowly. He knew that it was true. Steve and Bucky were better off back in the 1940s. “Buck,” he started. “Just… Be good to her.”

Bucky turned to Sam. “Who?” he asked, even though he knew exactly who Sam was talking about. He had never once mentioned his wife to Sam, and he knew that Steve wasn’t one to tell. Any artifact that Bucky had of you had been lost to Hydra or time, and the only concrete thing he had was a little newspaper clipping that he kept tucked away: your name, listed in the obituary section. You were nearly a hundred when you were dusted five years ago. Bucky had Washington DC the first chance he had and had hunted down your name on the memorial. Y/N Barnes. Two simple words that had the weight of the universe crashing down on Bucky’s shoulders. Apparently, you had never remarried. You never had children. You had lived as a social worker, helping kids in the system go to good homes, and Bucky knew that he had chosen a good one 88 years ago.

“You say a woman’s name when you sleep sometimes,” Sam said. “Y/N… That’s why you’re going back, right? To see her?”

Even the sound of your name brought a smile to Bucky’s tired face. “Who told you that you could talk to me about my love life?” he asked, even though he was laughing and smiling now. “We’re work partners, remember? We’re not friends.”

“Right, right,” Sam laughed, kicking a rock with his boot. “Just don’t do anything stupid while you’re gone. Neither of you. I don’t trust the two of you together… All kinds of shenanigans.”

Bucky smiled at Steve. “How can we?” he asked.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Steve said, throwing a smile to Sam. “Be good, Wilson. Maybe get a hobby.”

“I hear knitting’s pretty nice,” Bucky said, and he took Steve’s hand to assist in climbing onto the platform.

“Or baking,” Steve added.

“Oh, man, I could do with a slice of cake,” Bucky chuckled.

“Give it ten minutes,” Steve said. “You’ll get your birthday cake.”

“Whoa, birthday?” Sam said. “Is it your birthday, Buck?”

“Don’t answer that,” Bucky snapped.

“Jerk,” Steve mumbled.

“Punk.”

The sound of the machinery began to whir, and Sam called, “Happy birthday, old man!”

And they were gone.

March 10, 1949

You flitted around the apartment, stepping quickly to avoid the little grey kittens all over the floor. As much as you tried to keep them corralled in one place, kittens did what they wanted. The sun coming through the window kept the kitchen floor warm, and Alpine and her babies were often found lounging on the warm tiles.

“Christ above, Jefferson, look at the mess you’ve made!” you exclaimed, bending down and picking up the little kitten. Jefferson was the second of five kittens, and he was the most rambunctious of the group. He was the one to skitter around the apartment at three with a sudden zest for life and, as cute as it was, it made your sleep schedule hell. The little kitten had wet food all over his face, and you quickly wiped him clean with the corner of your dress. “Need to get you a bib, you little wild man.”

The doorbell rang, and a firm knock landed on the door simultaneously. “Coming!” you called, then, quieter, you said to Jefferson, “They really wanna see me, huh?”

You kept Jefferson under your arm as you traipsed to the door, and you knew that Monroe and Buren were right underfoot; they always were. You could hardly walk anywhere without the risk of smushing a kitten. You really needed to get started on adopting these fellas out, but something about being the crazy widowed cat lady at the end of the hall seemed to suit you. The knock came again, harder, threatening to bust the door in two, and you huffed in annoyance. “I said I’m coming!”

You opened the door and pushed Monroe and Buren away with your foot. Little escape artists, they were. “Can I help you?” you asked, looking up to the man that stood there.

He was familiar, but so distant. He had long, dark hair tied back, wrinkles around his eyes from exhaustion, dark hair around his mouth. He was all muscle underneath a buttoned shirt, and your eyes canvassed the weird shining metallic sleeve over his left arm. His mouth was slightly open as he looked at you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Hello?” you asked, raising your eyebrows expectantly. “Do you need anything?”

“Y/N…” he started, and your body ran cold. “It… It’s you.”

You quickly set Jefferson on the floor, and you closed the door behind you to prevent kittens from spilling into the hall. “James?” you whispered, your voice cracking. “You… Are you real?”

Bucky laughed lightly, and he took your hand. He looked down at it, still wearing your rings, and he laughed again. “Oh, dollface,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your face. You flinched away from the sting against your cheek, and Bucky quickly pulled his left hand away. “You’re as pretty as the day I left you.”

“Buck…” you said softly. “I can’t even begin to… How? I was told that you… You died, Bucky. How are you here?”

“I’ll tell you, doll,” Bucky said. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Bucky looked around the apartment as he stepped in, his eyes skating in wonderment. “Looks the same,” he said softly.

“I couldn’t bear to change it too much,” you said softly. “Oh, umm, the white cat’s named Alpine, and all the others…” You gestured to the kittens littered around the room. “Jefferson, Monroe, Buren, Polk, and Pierce… I can’t tell them apart, really. Jefferson is the energetic one, and Monroe and Buren are always underfoot, but the rest--”

Bucky kissed you. You melted into his body, the way you always had, and you tugged him close by his hair and kissed back. You had missed him. Seven years was a hell of a long time to miss someone. You had almost forgotten the feel of his body against yours. He smelled just like himself, sounded like himself, and looked like himself (maybe a bit worse for wear than the last time you saw him, actually). “Bucky,” you whispered, and his arm went around your waist and pulled you against him even closer. His touch and grip was rougher than before, but that was war, you supposed. “Bucky, I just--”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry, doll. I got here as fast as I could.”

“I don’t need an excuse, love,” you told him. You had forgotten the way he looked at you, his blue eyes gazing at you like you had fixed the stars in his likeness, and you felt like the silly little girl back in high school who had a crush on a senior. “I don’t need anything.”

“Just me,” Bucky whispered.

“Just you,” you agreed. You sighed and kissed him again, and your heart swelled. Your Bucky was finally home. “Actually, I do wanna know about--”

“The arm?” Bucky asked.

“The hair,” you finished, twirling a dark strand around your finger. “But, yeah, I’m curious about the arm too.”

“It’s a long story,” Bucky sighed.

“‘Long’ as in ‘there’s a lot of moving parts’?” you asked.

“‘Long’ as in ‘I’ve waited for 81 years to get you back’,” Bucky said, and he pushed your hair behind your ear with a deft metal finger. “‘Long’ as in ‘I was kidnapped by Nazis and frozen for decades’. ‘Long’ as in I traveled back in time to get you’. ‘Long’ as in… Just fucking long, doll. It’s gonna take me a while to tell the story.”

Your mind was whirling, and you pulled him down to the couch. “So, you fought Nazis and time to get to me?”

Bucky shrugged slowly. “I mean, that’s a vast oversimplification, but, essentially, yeah.”

You smiled. “You’re gonna need to explain this real slow,” you laughed. “I’ve never been as smart as you.”

The smile that you had coveted for years was back. “You’re selling yourself short there,” Bucky said. “You’re the best girl I know. You’re my best girl, ya know that? The only girl I’ve ever wanted.”

After years of crying tears of sorrow, your tears were of happiness. You were smiling and laughing, kissing Bucky and tasting his own salty tears. “Happy birthday, Buck,” you whispered.

“Did you make a cake?” Bucky asked.

You nodded. “Of course. Your favorite: vanilla sponge.”

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years ago

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Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 17

This is my @wackydrabbles post for week 87. The prompt is bolded. "No offense, but I'm not interested."

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warnings: Drake and some language.

*I was in a silly mood and this turned into a dumpster fire lol and it feels very rushed but I was trying to meet the word count. There may be a little bit of plot in this.

Word count: 1999

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Liam sat on the floor with his back pressed against the mattress; one leg bent upright with the other extended crookedly out in front of him. Half of a bottle of Don Julio dangled loosely from a hand settled on his knee while two shiny gold rings encircled the pinky tip of his other.

In a fit of anger late last night, he searched for and consumed the first bottle of alcohol he came across in the liquor cabinet. He had no intentions of getting hammered or even a little drunk; Liam just needed something to take the edge off the hurt. Not that he for one second believed a word Riley told him before she walked out and boarded a red-eye commercial flight back to the States.

As Liam pondered her abrupt departure in the early hours of the morning, one thing was for sure: He'd never been in love before, but what he felt for Riley was real -- and reciprocated -- that, "no," she spewed from her mouth when asked if she loved him was a lie.

But why? That was the question he just couldn't figure out.

Having racked his brain for hours and with the sun finally coloring in the darkness of his chambers, Liam set aside his drink and lifted himself off the ground. Every thought that consumed him for the last several hours was riddled with putting the pieces together of why she actually left and why she felt she couldn't tell him the truth. Nothing made sense, yet ruminating alone in his room until he figured it out wasn't going to solve anything; the only way to get to the bottom of this was to retrace Riley's steps from the time she left the ball to when he made his way up to join her a little later.

Stumbling to the bathroom -- mostly from exhaustion and perhaps a little drunker than he realized -- Liam stripped off the tuxedo he wore the prior evening and took a quick shower before heading down to the security office.

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Riley's heavily drooping eyelids popped wide open when the plane shook from another vigorous tremor of turbulence. Gripping the armrests on both sides of her seat, she hesitated to peek out the window but was relieved when she saw the billowy waters of the Pacific had transformed into small, mosaic blocks of land covered by a shadow of the nearly setting sun.

When the aircraft settled again, Riley reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to check the time, grateful to be landing soon. She planned to go straight home, sink into her bed, and sleep the rest of her life away. Maybe wake up every once in a while to sob again before going back to sleep. Whatever Riley decided to do, she hated Madeleine, she hated Tyler, and she hated telling Liam she didn't love him; the more Riley thought about the stunned look on his face when she said it, the more nauseous her stomach felt.

And the nausea was getting worse.

Riley caught the eye of a nearby stewardess and waved her over; she needed ginger ale, and she needed it fast.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"I … I need, ginger ale, please." She asked through ragged breaths.

"Let me check and see if we have more." Riley nodded appreciatively.

"Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere?" A relatively large guy in the center seat, whose sweaty arm flab had been lodged in Riley's shoulder since takeoff, asked. Oh shit! Riley cupped a tight hand over her mouth and shook her head vigorously; the last thing she wanted was to be recognized.

Or vomit.

While the stewardess searched the service cart for the requested drink, the gentleman's eyes enlarged. "Wait a minute. Yeah! You're that little gal who married some king, with ..." he snapped his fingers before adding in his thick Texan drawl, "the monkey and hookers and shit. Wow, my fiance wants to have a wedding just like yours." He held his hand out to her. "The names Beaver Calhoun, mayor of Slippery Nip, Texas. I guess you could say we're both royals, huh?"

Riley lowered her hand slightly; she was past the point of ginger ale helping, and this guy was blocking her way out. "Beaver, I need you to move."

He stroked his chin in thought. "Well, I don't know, Queenie. I'm pretty content with my life there in Slippery Nip, Not really lookin' to uproot."

"No!' Riley's strained voice responded forcefully, "move out of the way--" She tried to fight it, but her head flung forward and everything came out with her last word.

Beaver looked down at his shirt and quirked a brow. "That's gonna leave a stain."

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On the second floor of a run-down Motel 6, just off the beaten path in Las Vegas, Drake tossed in the last of his clothes and airline tickets in a duffle bag and zipped it. Stepping over to the window, he pulled aside the tattered curtains to check if the airport's shuttle van had arrived yet. Disappointed, he grumbled to himself, "Where the hell are you? I'm ready to get the fuck out of here."

The past week had been intense -- well, frankly, the entire month had been nothing short of shit balls. Five weeks ago, Drake landed in Las Vegas for Liam's bachelor party and won big money at the casino, only to have it all pissed away on some old, decrepit hooker who stole his wallet, cell phone, dick health, and what little joy he had in the world. Liam left with a sexy ass wife, and all Drake got was the false claim of fathering triplets and his scowling face on the front cover of the National Enquirer with Dr. Ethan Ramsey detailing the entire sordid journey from pre-surgical rooster rot to the aftercare.

He made a quick $500 for the story, in which he badly needed the money, considering he couldn't leave Vegas until the paternity test results came back. It was enough for his lodging, a couple cans of Beenie-Weenies and a few boxes of pepperoni Hot Pockets; his stomach felt like oil sludge at this point. But as a joke, Leo had sent a box of Ding-Dongs, so it wasn't all bad.

The rotary phone in his room rang out, and he answered the call from the front desk, which let him know transportation had arrived. Drake grabbed his bag, flicked a cockroach off of it, and exited his room into the enclosed hallway.

After stepping onto the elevator and hitting the down button, another person strolled on in a black leather mini-skirt, white see-through halter top, and a pair of fishnet stockings that he'd recognize anywhere.

"You!" He growled at the chain-smoking hooker, backing her up into the corner. "Do you have any fucking idea what you did to me? And I WANT my wallet and cell phone back, now!" He hovered menacingly over the much smaller woman.

"No offense, but I'm not interested in giving them back to you," Pinquee Kittee sneered before reaching into her bra for mace and spraying him directly in the eyes. The rapid burn gave way to her next act of defense when a screaming, blinded Drake was doubled over by a swift karate kick to his newly transplanted organ. "Hiiiiyah!"

Drake cupped himself in anguish, fell to the floor, and slumped over as the elevator doors opened. Pinquee Kittee grabbed his duffle bag and peeked down the hallway to make sure no one was around before making her getaway.

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Just outside of the palace's security office, Liam knocked on the door several times without an answer. It was rare that the King would personally pay a visit. Usually, he would call Bastien and have the head guard look into any issues. With him gone, this just felt like something Liam needed to do in person.

After several more knocks, Liam reached for the door handle and slowly opened it to let himself inside. The lights were off, with only a few CCTV screens displaying various images of places within and surrounding the palace. Finding the light switch on the wall beside the door, Liam flipped them on, and his mouth fell agape at what he saw.

"What the hell happened in here?" He shouted as his hands shot to his hips, glaring around the room.

On the floor was a maze of beer cans, whiskey bottles, remnants of silly string, a five-gallon bucket of butter next to a slip-n-slide, a voodoo doll with Liam's face on it, and half-a-dozen guards passed out.

A furious Liam made his way through, kicking the feet of guardsmen as he stepped along. "Get up! All of you!"

One-by-one, they slowly roused until they realized it was the King in their presence, then they jumped to their feet at attention.

"Would someone like to explain what the actual fuck happened in here?" Liam wasn't one to swear in front of his staff, but there was no way he could hold back after walking in on this scene. His glowering eyes shifted with expectancy from one man to the next, waiting for an answer, until someone finally called out, "We threw Rogers a going away party for his last night on the job, Your Majesty."

"And you thought having a wild party while you were ON DUTY to protect 400 members of the nobility for a major event was the time to do that?

The guard shook his head. "Not at all, Sir. I admit we weren't as attentive as we should have been last night ..." he pointed behind Liam, "but Prince Leo came by and suggested we kick it up a notch."

Liam turned around and caught Leo slithering along the edge of the wall toward the door. "Leo!"

The Prince stopped dead in his tracks, then flickered his eyes and jolted his body as if he were just waking up. Leo looked at Liam, acting surprised to see him. "Liam? Is that you? H-How did I get in here?"

Liam rolled his eyes. "Knock it off, Leo."

"What?” Leo shrugged innocently. “You know what I think happened. I must have been sleepwalking again. You know how I get when I watch The Duchess before bed." He cocked his head introspectively at his brother. “And you do look like the Duke from that movie, you handsome devil you?” He grinned impishly.

Liam stared blankly at his older brother for a few seconds, then turned around to face the others gathered around. "Who's in charge here?"

When one of the men raised a hand, the King stepped up to him and explained, "Alright, I need you to pull up security footage from last night. I want to review everything from the moment I stepped outside the ballroom to meet the Queen around 9:30, and where she went after I went back into the ballroom."

If this were any other day, Liam would have fired every one of them on the spot and sent Leo to Antarctica, but he only had one concern: Finding out what happened to Riley.

As the guard typed in his computer to pull up footage from last night, Leo stepped up to Liam, who was hovering over the guard's shoulder with anticipation. "What's going on?"

Never taking his eyes off the screen, he responded. "Riley went back to Las Vegas last night."

"Wh-Why? What happened?"

Liam let out a breath. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

Leo remained silent before giving his little brother's shoulder a reassuring squeeze and watching with him.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as different camera footages were switched to follow Riley walking from the main staircase, through several passages, and finally ending with the corridor outside of his quarters.

"Stop!" Liam leaned in closer as the guard paused the video; his entire body tensed up at what he saw.

"Is that ..." Leo scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Madeleine."

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kjack89 · 3 years ago

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An Agreement Between Gentlemen (Chapter 8/?)

The start of the season may be marked by the annual Thénardier Ball, but everyone knows that the peak of the season is the annual de Courfeyrac Ball. It almost certainly helps that the de Courfeyrac family has enough money to make sure each ball they throw is better than the last, especially as the Dowager Countess becomes increasingly desperate to get the Earl settled.

Of course, this part of the season is normally marked with betrothals and the speedy weddings intended to hide the scandals that have not seen their light in this paper, or any other. But with the season’s most prominent bachelor having already gotten married and subsequently having disappeared, it does make one wonder if there is anything left that could possibly top it.

Well, there is certainly one event that could: the return of the Marquess of Enjolras with his bride. If there is one event that the Marquess does not miss in the season, it is the de Courfeyrac Ball, in large part because the Earl is one of his oldest friends, and in larger part because, as we understand it, the Earl can get quite put out should one of his friends not attend.

Does this mean that the Marquess might finally deign to return to the city? Only time will answer that question, but if there’s one thing we would bet on, it’s to keep a careful eye on the de Courfeyrac Ball. One never knows who might show up. LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 12 MAY 1831

Enjolras had loved his cottage since the moment he purchased it, relishing in the freedom he found there: freedom from responsibilities and expectations, freedom from the endless parties and balls, and freedom especially from his mother.

At least, he had thought he had loved it before.

But it was nothing compared to how he felt now.

Waking up that next morning next to Grantaire took the place of the previous evening as the best moment of Enjolras’s life, and it was surpassed fivefold before they even reached their noon luncheon. Every moment was a revelation, from waking up with Grantaire’s arm still wrapped firmly around his waist, to breaking their fast together in relative silence (neither man awake enough yet for much conversation), to spending their morning together, much as they always had.

That was the truest revelation, at least to Enjolras: how much of their day passed just as it always had, how easily everything fit together – how easily it always had. Certainly now there were perhaps more frequent lingering glances, or touches that lasted longer than before, and, of course, the day was interspersed with kisses that made Enjolras’s heart beat double time, but they were still them, and that more than anything else made Enjolras believe that this could really work – that it was perhaps meant to work, and had always been.

That night, when it came time for bed, Enjolras did not hesitate. “Your bed or mine?” he asked, his voice pitched low.

Grantaire leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Wherever you’ll consent to try me,” he murmured, offering Enjolras his hand, which Enjolras took eagerly.

Of course, they did not do anything that second night of sleeping in the same bed, nor the third night, nor any other. Grantaire, for his part, seemed content to let Enjolras go at his own pace. He was not subtle about the fact that he would gladly do more, his desire for Enjolras obvious in the way he looked at him, the way he touched him, the way he kissed him. But he made no untoward advances, and aside from that bath they shared, their time together was spent entirely clothed.

In truth, Enjolras was not entirely sure why he hesitated to take that final step, to consummate their relationship. He wanted Grantaire, far more than he would ever admit aloud, but something about the timing just did not seem right.

At least not yet.

Still, on their third morning waking up in bed together, he supposed he should offer some sort of explanation. Or, barring that, an apology of some ilk.

Or, because he truly was exceptionally stupid, an incredibly ill-conceived joke.

“You could just take me, I suppose,” he murmured as Grantaire skimmed his fingers lightly up Enjolras’s side, neither man willing yet to emerge from the warmth of the bed. “Legally, I mean, since we are technically married. The law would be on your side.”

Grantaire’s fingers stilled. “First and foremost,” he said, his voice rough from sleep, “I truly cannot believe that you would choose to make a marital rape joke right now, and at my own expense.” Enjolras flushed but Grantaire did not let him interrupt. “Secondly, I very highly doubt our marriage, such as it is, is legally binding and affords me the rights of a husband.”

“I apologize,” Enjolras said. “I did not mean—” He broke off. “No, that was exactly what I meant, and I apologize for even thinking it, let alone voicing it.” Grantaire nodded, just once, but his fingers resumed tracing their path up Enjolras’s side, which he took as a good sign. “That said, what makes you think our marriage is not legally binding? Because you did not sign your own name on the marriage certificate?”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “No, because we are two men,” he said, as if Enjolras was a bit dim (which Enjolras supposed he deserved). “The signature is perfectly valid.”

Enjolras sat upright, running a hand through his sleep-tousled curls. “It’s actually a bit of a legal gray area regarding the validity of a marriage between two men,” he said. “But how is the signature valid? Didn’t you sign your sister’s name?” He froze in panic that this one small act may have exposed their ruse. “Please tell me you signed your sister’s name.”

Grantaire reached out, lacing his fingers with Enjolras’s and tugging his hand to his mouth to kiss his knuckles, a soothing gesture. “I signed it A. Grantaire,” he assured him. “If we are to be exposed, it will not be because our papers are not in order.”

“But then how can you claim the signature is valid?” Enjolras asked, frowning, and Grantaire’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you to tell me that we have known each other for over a decade and you have no idea what my given name is, let alone what letter it starts with?”

Realization hit Enjolras like a brick, and he flushed again. “I just assumed it started with an R, since that’s how you sign everything,” he mumbled.

Grantaire laughed lightly. “You’re an idiot,” he informed Enjolras, who scowled.

“Maybe, but you needn’t sound so delighted by it.”

“Oh, but I really must,” Grantaire said. “In any case, my first name also begins with an ‘A’, making my signature perfectly valid, the legality of our union aside.”

He turned to get out of bed, but Enjolras caught his arm, wrapping his fingers around Grantaire’s wrist. “Then if I may be so bold as to inquire, what is your given name?”

Grantaire made a face. “Antoine.”

“Antoine,” Enjolras repeated, the name feeling foreign on his tongue, before offering, “It suits you.”

Grantaire snorted. “It does not,” he said flatly. “Why do you think I choose to go by my surname or the pun therein? The only one who ever calls me by my given name is my father, and thankfully I’ve not heard his voice in close to a decade. Of course,” he added, “it suits me better than yours suits you, unless you wish for me to start calling you—”

“Do not even jest about that,” Enjolras interrupted. “You know I hate my given name.”

“Almost as much as I hate you even jokingly thinking that I would ever do anything to you without your consent.”

Enjolras winced. “I already apologized for that,” he said, before adding, in a conciliatory way, “Besides, I like it when you call me Enjolras.”

Grantaire smirked as he leaned in to kiss Enjolras. “More than when I call you ‘my lord’?” he asked, his lips just brushing against Enjolras’s.

Enjolras planted a firm hand on Grantaire’s chest, giving him a look. “Much more,” he said sternly, before kissing him.

Grantaire kissed him back for a long moment before pulling away, just far enough to cradle Enjolras’s face in both his hands. “Just so that we’re clear, in regards to the joke you made earlier, I would never hurt you,” he told Enjolras, brushing his thumb across his cheek. “Not purposefully, at least.”

“I know,” Enjolras said softly. “And I will never again insinuate otherwise.” He paused. “Though if I may, you were the one who joked previously about primae noctis.”

Grantaire exhaled in a sharp sigh. “Then can we at least both be agreed that from here on out, rape is a topic best not spoken of in jest?”

“I believe I can manage that.”

“Good.” Grantaire’s expression softened. “I love you.”

Enjolras turned his head to press a wordless kiss to the palm of Grantaire’s head.

He had also not yet returned those three words, but in that regard, he understood his hesitation fully: he knew Grantaire would put far more stock in those words than in any physical act, and he was determined not to say them until he knew, beyond any doubt, that he meant them.

Of course, he reflected, as Grantaire tilted his chin gently to kiss him once again, at this rate he was bound to break on one or both fronts sooner rather than later.

But not even their happy cocoon could keep out the work that Enjolras was meant to be doing, and he told Grantaire after breakfast, with not a small amount of regret, that he needed to actually take the morning to get some work done. There were a dozen odd pieces of legislation looking to pass through the House of Lords that Les Amis was seeking to oppose, and he needed to study up before returning for the rest of the season.

Grantaire did not seem put off. “Do you mind if I take a look at the third bedroom?” he asked instead.

Enjolras blinked, his mind already on the legislation. “The one being used for storage?”

“The other one.”

Enjolras waved a dismissive hand as he headed into the library. “Do what you wish with it,” he called over his shoulder, and when he sat down at his desk, the conversation was already forgotten.

At least, it was forgotten until his stomach gave a loud grumble and Enjolras glanced at the clock on the mantel, surprised to see it was well past midafternoon. He stood and stretched before calling, “Grantaire?”

When he received no answer, he frowned and went to seek him out. Before he could get far, there was a knock on the front door, and Enjolras hurried to answer. “Message for you, m’lord,” said a bright, cheerful young lad who was waiting.

Enjolras’s brow furrowed, wondering who in the world would be sending him post here of all places. He paid the boy and sent him on his way, closing the door after him. The furrow in his brow only deepened as he scanned through the letter, and when he had finished, he hurried upstairs in search of Grantaire.

He was surprised to see light streaming into the hallway upstairs from the room at the end, and it took him a moment to realize he couldn’t remember the last time he saw the door to that room opened. “Grantaire?” he called again.

There was a slight clatter before Grantaire shouted back, “In here!”

Enjolras poked his head into the room. “You’ve been busy,” he remarked, taking in the newly gleaming surfaces and the old furniture that had been pushed into one corner, away from the windows. Most of the old furniture, at least: Grantaire perched on an old stool, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows as he adjusted the canvas on the easel in front of him.

A slightly guilty look flashed across his face. “I hope you don’t mind,” he started. “Only with this room facing west, I thought this might be a nice place to set up my easel.”

“Looks like you’ve done more than that,” Enjolras said mildly, and Grantaire certainly had. His paints and brushes were laid out neatly, with not one but three different easels, all facing in slightly different directions, assumedly to capture different lights in the room.

Grantaire worried his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before blurting, “I should have asked first, I know it’s not really my place—”

“It’s fine,” Enjolras assured him, and he more than meant it. Not just because he did not much care about the room, having not used it the entire time he’d lived there. But also because it was Grantaire’s place, in so many more ways than one. Grantaire fit in so perfectly to his little life of solitude that he never wanted to leave

But leave they had to, and all thanks to the ill-timed letter he had just received. “I’ve had a letter from Courfeyrac, he told Grantaire, stepping closer to him. “It’s his family ball on Saturday. And you know as well as I do that if we do not return in time to attend, Courfeyrac will murder us both in our beds.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “Or, given his penchant for arson, light our houses on fire.” Enjolras laughed and Grantaire managed a small smile. “Of course, you knew we would have to return to the city eventually.”

Enjolras made a face. “Eventually, certainly, but not so soon.”

“The excuse of a honeymoon can only last for so long, even following real weddings,” Grantaire reminded him before standing. “And speaking of soon, it looks like my use of this room shall have to wait, as I should take my leave.”

“Leave?” Enjolras repeated, a little blankly. “What do you mean?”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow at him as he rolled his shirtsleeves down.. “It would surely rouse suspicion if you and I were to return to the city at the same time from seemingly opposite directions,” he pointed out. “So I shall return to my house tonight, and meet up with you in the city tomorrow.”

It was a perfectly reasonable plan, but Enjolras couldn’t seem to bring himself to say as such. “What if I could convince you to stay?” he asked, pitching his voice low and taking another step toward Grantaire, hoping his meaning would be clear without him having to say a word.

Judging by the way Grantaire’s eyes darkened, he caught on quick enough. “You could certainly convince me to delay,” he murmured, capturing Enjolras and pulling him close to kiss him before telling him, “but we have come too far for me to spoil this now, even with what you are offering.” The lavacious way he swept his gaze up and down Enjolras’s body told him that Grantaire absolutely understood just what he had been offering. “Besides, there will be time for that later, when our presence – or lack thereof – is no longer the subject of a gossip column, and we return here and stay for as long as we want.” He kissed Enjolras once again, a long, heady kiss. “And trust me, it will be worth the wait.”

“In more ways than one,” Enjolras murmured, ducking his head to kiss Grantaire once more.

But as he somewhat aimlessly trailed Grantaire back to his bedroom to watch him pack his bag, he could not quite seem to raise his spirits. When Grantaire was ready, he paused at the front door, turning to face Enjolras, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. “Oh, do cheer up,” he said, catching Enjolras’s hand in his. “It is only for one night, after all. We’ve not been together for so long that you will miss me when we’re apart.”

“But I will,” Enjolras told him.

For one moment, Grantaire’s expression softened. Then he smirked, and leaned in to kiss Enjolras. “Good,” he said simply, picking up his bag and heading out to the waiting carriage.

“Good?” Enjolras repeated, following him outside. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Grantaire just winked and squeezed his hand before climbing up into the carriage. “See you tomorrow!” he called out the window, waving once before the carriage took off down the road.

Enjolras watched until the carriage disappeared from sight before heading back inside and glancing around the now empty house. It seemed emptier now than it ever had in the years when it had only ever been him staying here, and he marveled for a moment that Grantaire really had achieved the impossible: for the first time ever, Enjolras was looking forward to getting back to the city.

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“What do you think, m’lord?” Enjolras’s butler, a genial man named Porter, asked. “The place could probably do with a fresh lick of paint, but with short notice, this was the best we could do.”

Enjolras nodded as he glanced around the brightly lit room that adjoined his own suite. “It will certainly suffice,” he told Porter, not having the heart to tell him that it would almost certainly never see any use. “How long have you been working on it?”

He doubted his hastily penned letter from the previous day would have given them enough notice to have the room as ready as it was. “We started as soon as we read it in Lady Whistledown—” Porter broke off, looking embarrassed. “Er, that is, when we got word of your nuptials.”

Enjolras just chuckled and shook his head. “How that woman gets her information…”

Porter cleared his throat. “In any case, m’lord, do you know when your bride might be joining us? Only if she intends on bringing any household staff, or hiring any, there’ll be adjustments that need be made.”

“I’m afraid she’s returned to her family house in the country,” Enjolras told him, the lie coming easily after he had practiced it his entire way back to the city. “She took ill on our trip up north. I doubt she’ll make it up for the remainder of the season.”

“Shall we hold off on completing the renovations of her suite until after you close the house, just in case?”

Enjolras sighed. “Whatever is easiest for you, Porter. I’m sure you have better things—”

The bell rang, and Porter glanced at Enjolras. “Are you expecting company, m’lord?”

“Not expecting,” Enjolras hedged, even as he could barely contain his grin. “But Grantaire did mention he might stop by – I believe he was anticipating arriving back today as well.”

Porter looked as though he had many questions that he wanted to ask, but thankfully, he was too well-trained to voice any of them. “Very good, m’lord,” he said instead. “I’ll have the kitchens put together a tray for tea. Do you want to receive him in the drawing room or the formal parlor?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. Porter asked this question no matter who he received, and never before had he instructed that anyone should be received in the formal parlor, easily one of the least utilized rooms in the entire manor. “The drawing room will be fine, Porter, he’s practically family now, after all.”

“Very well, m’lord.”

Porter left to answer the door and Enjolras glanced in the looking glass above the wash basin. He felt strangely nervous, though he was not quite sure why, and he straightened his cravat and considered doing something about his hair (a quickly abandoned thought) before finally heading downstairs to meet Grantaire.

Porter was just showing him into the drawing room when Enjolras arrived, a little out of breath, and Grantaire’s entire face lit up when he saw him. “Speak of the devil and he doth appear,” he said with a lazy grin.

“Are you calling me a devil now?” Enjolras asked, arching an eyebrow.

“It was between that, Apollo, or my lord, so…”

Grantaire trailed off, his eyes twinkling with unspoken laughter and Enjolras just shook his head before turning to Porter, who was setting the tea tray down. “Thank you, Porter, I’ll ring if we need anything.” He waited until the sound of Porter’s footsteps disappeared down the hall before crossing to Grantaire and kissing him. “God, I missed you.”

“And I, you,” Grantaire murmured, kissing him back, though his was a softer, gentler kiss. “Who would have thought how quickly I’d get used to having you in my bed, rather than my usual rotating cast of young, nubile lovers.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes, though he was too elated by seeing Grantaire to take any real umbrage at his teasing comment. “Hilarious,” he said dryly, gesturing for Grantaire to sit next to him on the sofa. “And here I was thinking of offering to let you stay here.”

Grantaire raised both eyebrows as he poured them both a cup of tea. “Here?” he repeated. “In your house?”

Enjolras met his raised eyebrows with one of his own. “As my wife’s brother, you’re welcome as a member of the family to stay whenever you wish,” he said as he accepted the cup of tea from Grantaire. “Totally proper, and no one would second-guess it.”

Grantaire didn’t look so convinced. “Well, certainly, but I would presume that would be more acceptable for when your wife is in town.”

Enjolras shrugged. “Maybe so. But I’m willing to risk it if you are.”

To his surprise, Grantaire sighed and set his tea cup down. “Enjolras—” he started, and Enjolras frowned.

“What?”

“These past few days were like something out of a dream,” Grantaire told him. “But I did not imagine that we would be able to continue it when we’re back in the city.”

Enjolras stared at him. “Does that mean you’re saying no to my invitation?”

Grantaire gave him a look. “It means that I want you to be sure about extending that invitation. There’s only a couple more months until the end of the season, and then we’ll have all autumn and winter to do as we please with none the wiser.”

Enjolras felt his heart sink. “I see,” he murmured, trying and failing not to think of all the ways that Grantaire would probably find to amuse himself in the interim, his comment about nubile lovers searing in Enjolras’s mind. He could hardly hold it against him if he did, of course – it wasn’t as if they were truly married, and besides—

“You’re an idiot,” Grantaire said, breaking him from his reverie.

“Excuse me?”

Grantaire grinned at him. “I can tell what you’re thinking, and you’re an idiot.” Enjolras scowled and Grantaire’s grin softened as he leaned forward to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own. “I’m doing this for you, you fool, not because I want to keep up my bachelor lifestyle or whatever you were imagining.”

Enjolras, of course, had been imagining exactly that, though he had no plans of telling Grantaire that. “I was just imagining that it was easier to love me when we were up north, and away from everyone,” he said instead, which was not untrue. “Perhaps now that we are confronted with the reality of what our lives would be like…”

“The only one second guessing because of reality is you,” Grantaire said bluntly. “Do you think I have somehow deluded myself into thinking I was going to actually be living as if we were truly married? If this is to work – and believe me, no one wishes to make it work more than I – we cannot rouse suspicion unnecessarily. If you are certain that I can stay here as your guest without anyone being suspicious of our true intent, then you know I will accept your invitation in a heartbeat.” He leaned back in his seat, his expression becoming more somber. “But I must be sure that you fully understand what you are offering – and that you fully mean your offer.”

“What are you saying?”

Grantaire shrugged, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “You are not the only one who may have been easier to love outside of the city and the season,” he muttered.

Enjolras did not hesitate, setting his tea cup down on the end table in a decisive motion before closing the space between them and kissing Grantaire once again. “Now who’s the idiot?” he asked, but his tone was as gentle as his touch. “Yes, I am certain that we can pull off cohabitating, at least on a semi-regular basis, without arousing suspicion, and more than that, I am absolutely certain that I want to at least try.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “In that case, I have been meaning to schedule a remodel of my entire first floor, which will make living there quite difficult…” Enjolras laughed and Grantaire smiled. “So since I will be taking you up on your offer, may I inquire as to where you wish for me to stay? Perhaps you wish to give me a tour that ends in a bedroom?”

His meaning could not be less clear and Enjolras smirked as he stood. “I do believe that can be arranged.”

He managed a tour of the first floor in record time, mostly pointing in vague directions as he ushered Grantaire to the stairs, since the only place he cared about being was in his bedroom or Grantaire’s. “My bedchamber,” he said, gesturing towards the room before leading Grantaire next door. “And adjoining it, here, is your sister’s.”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow as he looked inside. “Surely you would not have me stay here,” he said in an undertone.

Enjolras laughed. “Of course not, not even I’m that stupid,” he said, leading Grantaire to the bedroom on the other side of the master suite. “But my...great-great-grandfather, I believe? Had about eleven mistresses over the course of this life, so he had this built.”

He swept aside a tapestry on the wall and pulled on the wall sconce, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as part of the wall swung inward, revealing a secret passage that connected the bedroom with the master suite. “This way, when everyone else has gone to bed…”

A slow grin crossed Grantaire’s face as they walked through the passage into Enjolras’s bedroom. “Oh, you have thought this through, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Enjolras told him, turning to rest his hands on Grantaire’s chest. “But I believe we’ve both had enough of thinking for the moment.”

Grantaire’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed Enjolras by the hips and pulled him flush. Unlike their gentle kisses earlier, this kiss was fierce, and heated, Grantaire licking into Enjolras’s mouth as if staking a claim there, and neither man seemed able to keep his hands to himself. “Perhaps we should take this to a bed,” Enjolras murmured, and Grantaire grinned.

“Your bed or mine?” he asked, but before Enjolras could respond, a knock sounded on the door.

Enjolras and Grantaire quickly sprung apart as the door opened and a housemaid came in. She startled when she saw them, dropping the pail she was carrying. “Oh! Begging your pardon, m’lord,” she said, bobbing a curtsy, her eyes wide. “Only I came to light the fire, but if you’d rather I returned later—”

“No, no need,” Enjolras said hastily, before adding, a little awkwardly, “I was just finishing giving Mr. Grantaire the tour.” Her wide eyes flew to Grantaire, who looked very much like he was trying not to laugh. Enjolras cleared his throat, and she looked back at him. “And when you’re done here, will you light the fireplace next door as well? Mr. Grantaire will be staying for a bit while renovations are completed in his house.”

She bobbed another quick curtsy. “‘Course m’lord,” she murmured, casting one final, questioning look at Grantaire before hurrying to light the fire.

Grantaire took Enjolras’s elbow and steered him out into the hallway. “Master of the House, I see,” he said with a snigger.

“Something like that,” Enjolras muttered. “Though I do wish we hadn’t been disturbed.”

“As do I,” Grantaire said, his eyes dark. Then he managed a slightly grim smile. “But it’s perhaps for the best. After all, I need to return to my place anyway to get some clothes and other things if I’m to be staying here.”

“And to perhaps schedule some renovation work?” Enjolras asked wryly.

Grantaire winked at him “You read my mind.”

He turned to head down the stairs but Enjolras caught his hand. “And tonight?” he asked.

Granatire paused. “Tonight, as every night, I am all yours,” he murmured, his voice low. “And only yours.”

Enjolras glanced around and chanced taking a step closer to press a kiss to the corner of Grantaire’s mouth. “Something to look forward to.”

Grantaire laughed breathily before telling him, “Don’t forget, we also have the de Courfeyrac ball to look forward to tomorrow evening.”

Enjolras groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“Who knows, now that you’re a married man, perhaps it will be somewhat enjoyable.” Enjolras gave him a look and Grantaire laughed. “Very well, then perhaps it will be at least somewhat tolerable.”

“Well,” Enjolras said gloomily, “I suppose there is but one way to find out.”

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years ago

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Make me know you really care

Part 2

Robbe? Robbie, sweetheart?

Three muffled knocks, he feels that same strand of hair from earlier back to bother him again, tickling the outside corner of his eye. His neck is tight, and his arm basically dead underneath him, all his weight on top of it. Robbe moves the hand he can still feel to push his hair away from his eye.

Two knocks on the door and one attempt to turn the door knob and Robbe opens his eyes a few times, suddenly realizing it’s not part of his sleep, the noises and the voice calling his name. He pushes himself to turn and lie on his back, slowly moving his arm so the blood can run back to his tickling hand. The same plain walls, the same headboard, he is really back in his old bedroom. Last night really happened.

Milan is still at the door, his shadow - the dark cloud hair, the bright shirt and tall figure - clear on the glass but Robbe sees someone else next to him, not as clear, but clear enough for Robbe to recognize him, and he sits on the bed. Sander is there too, waiting one or two steps behind Milan. Robbe doesn’t need to see him to know he’s worried, thinking he went too far last night.

“Leave me alone, Milan.” He tries, aware that the same way he can see them well enough, they can see he’s sitting on the bed, very awake.

“Can you open the door, please? Or I’m gonna have to use the argument that you’re in my house…”

Robbe closes his eyes, still feeling like he didn’t sleep a single minute even though it’s bright outside, the sun almost disappearing at the top of the window.

His mouth is so dry and not smelling the greatest, he’s still using the clothes from last night, all wrinkled, a complete mess. He didn’t want Sander to see him like this, such a mess after that date that Robbe had to come back to the flat and sleep in his normal clothes. If it was the other way around, Robbe would worry if he found a sleepy, still smelling like beer Sander, sleeping on the same clothes he last saw him.

Robbe doesn’t try to make himself look any better while getting up, unlocking the door for the two but not enough that they’ll think he’s inviting them in. It’s not his bedroom but Robbe will act like it while he’s here. Milan has to mean his words when he told Robbe in the past that this would always be his room if he ever needed it back.

Sander is looking as perfect as any other day, clean, and with fresh new clothes too, the worry staying in his eyes, the way he frowns his eyebrows a little bit and the way he clenches his jaw but other than that, he’s fine.

“There he is!” Milan smiles and claps his hands excitedly, looking at Sander, and Robbe holds himself back from closing the door in their faces, “Good morning, princess.”

“How did you know I was here?” Robbe asks and regrets it instantly. His mouth is dry and bitter, and he doesn’t feel like talking to anybody right now enough to let them notice how terrible he looks and smells.

Sander is the one to explain, almost whispering as he looks at Milan. “He didn’t. But I stopped at your house and you weren’t there so I came here and I told him you were here.”

Robbe looks at him, afraid of who might have opened the door for him at the other flat. Sander finally looks at him again, reading his mind like always.

“He wasn’t there. But I guess his things aren’t there either…from what Jens told me.”

Well, he heard the message then.

The weird silence grows around the three of them and Milan connects the dots, opening his mouth in a wide and big 0.

“You broke up with your boyfriend?!”

Robbe looks at his friend and back to the ground, ashamed of himself for the way he did it. Nobody knows about the voice message, and Robbe is not sure how much he’s willing to tell. The break up is no news anymore so he nods his head.

“Oh, baby!” Milan pulls him by his shoulder, hugging him tight, his hands rubbing up and down Robbe’s back, turning them around so he’s the one looking at Sander and not Robbe. “He was such a loving, caring boyfriend, Sander. I know he’ll be fine, baby. And it wasn’t your intention to hurt him…” Robbe gently pushes Milan back, knowing he’s saying all of that to Sander, not exactly to him.

“Thank you…”

Milan looks from him to Sander, now standing a few steps from each other, nodding his head. “I’m gonna make some strong coffee for us, maybe go get some croissants for old time’s sake.”

They both watch as Milan grabs his coat on the hanger, waving goodbye as he leaves the flat to give them some privacy. Robbe looks around, the walls are ridiculously thin so they wouldn’t be able to talk any other way but Robbe is not sure if he wants to talk either.

Sander sighs, and Robbe sees him moving, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Some time ago I went shopping with Younes…”

Robbe frowns, and looks at him, not sure where this is going or how it has anything to do with him.

“He probably heard a lot of my thoughts about you, and us. So he thought that day that I needed to vent and he needed to go shopping. So yeah, we went out. And-“

Sander pulls his hands out again, opening one to show Robbe a ring. Suddenly he’s wide awake, as sober as one can be, very aware of everything they talked last night, or almost fought about. He steps aside, feeling dizzy and turns around to look at Sander and what he’s holding.

It’s a golden ring. It doesn’t seem new or cheap. Sander probably found it in one of the vintage shops he loves to lurk around. It’s beautiful, and Robbe’s triggered brain goes straight to that conversation they had years ago. About marriage and how Sander took it lightly, saying they were too young to give in to society’s expectations. He can feel Sander’s expecting stare on him, still looking at the ring, somewhere between terrified, amazed and hurt.

“This isn’t a wedding ring. It can be, I mean. Whenever you want. I’m just trying to say that I want it. To marry you, spend my life with you. If that’s what you want too. While we wait for the right time...this can be a promise ring.”

Robbe closes his eyes, trying to keep his nausea down on his body. For months while they were dating he thought about a wedding. Henever wanted some big event, with families and extended family they barely know. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

He wanted the day, whenever that was, to be very intimate and theirs, nobody else’s. Robbe wanted to wake up aware that it was the day, he wanted to make them some delicious, movie-like breakfast, to help Sander cook whatever he felt like cooking that morning, to kiss him, smile against his lips, look at him and see Sander’s bright, shiny eyes excited to live that day. They would put some nicer clothes on, hold hands and walk to the place where they could sign the paper and take a cheesy picture with it after they were done. It would be a blue sky type of day, not too cold, not too warm, they could easily walk to their favorite restaurant, eat whatever they wanted for once without worrying about how expensive everything was. This would be a special date so they would worry about money all the other days of the month.

“Robbe?” He finally looks up, being reminded that Sander is still very much there. His hand is back down next to his body, his index finger swinging the ring while he holds it with his thumb and middle finger. “It never crossed my mind to be with someone else but you. I’m sorry if I made it seem like marrying you wasn’t for me. Or just marrying anyone. It is if we’re talking about you and me. I didn’t think it was such a big deal to you at the time.”

Robbe sighs, staring at Sander for too long. He knows years have passed since that fight but while he’s here now, standing across from Sander he really feels the years that have passed. It feels like a lifetime ago and also just a moment somehow. Robbe always struggled when he started thinking about time. How fast it might pass and how slow. He doesn’t really want to get old but he also feels like he had pretty shitty times in his past.

He turns left and goes to the kitchen to make that strong coffee Milan forgot to make before leaving. He hopes Sander is following him.

The kitchen is still the exact same, and the coffee machine is still where it was when he lived here. He knows Milan’s bedroom and the bathroom look different because Milan, Senne and Zoe painted those while they were all in quarantine together. He came here a million times after that, the green color in the bathroom is starting to annoy him, actually.

He grabs two mugs out of the cupboard just above the coffee machine and puts them next to him, one ready to receive the first coffee.

“Do you still like your coffee the same way?”

Sander was at the kitchen door and it’s like the question is a permission for him to walk inside the kitchen, pulling a chair for him to sit. “Yeah. Burning hot, please.”

Robbe gives him his mug the second the coffee stops pouring and moves on to the fridge to find some milk for him to use for his coffee.

“And Ava?” He asks, grabbing his milk from the microwave, just warm enough not to ruin his coffee.

He can almost hear Sander saying what about Ava? but he doesn’t say that, thankfully.

“I broke up with her.”

Robbe pulls the other chair for him to sit, waiting a little so his coffee is drinkable.

“Does she know why?”

Sander lifts his eyebrows. “That I was about to come here the next morning to propose to you? No but she can probably guess it happened because of you generally.”

“Does she know anything about me?” Sander doesn’t answer with words but he nods his head, finishing his coffee already.

“She knows how much you mean to me, she knows we used to date. All those things. It’s hard for me to not talk about you, Robin.”

Robbe drinks a little bit of his coffee and adjusts his jacket, pulling the hood over his head again, feeling more comfortable this way, looking at Sander through his lashes, noticing how fondly Sander looks at him, with an almost smile right at the corners of his lips.

“You know Robin is not my name, right?”

Sander frowns. “Isn’t your name Robin IJzermans?”

Robbe snorts, and the front door is open and closed.

“Honey, I’m home!” He screams, and Robbe looks at the kitchen door, waiting for Milan to appear, making as much noise as he can thinking they would be making out at the kitchen counter or something.

He looks from one to the other in disbelief nothing is happening but he brushes it off, putting the plastic bag on the table for them to unpack.

“How many croissants?" Robbe pulls the heavy and deliciously warm paper bag and Sander pulls the coffee, and big nutella container.

“Three for each.”

“Better than Sander. He would only bring two every time.” Robbe steals a glance at him again and Sander is already looking.

“I always thought that would be enough of a hint but nobody ever left us alone, so I guess it didn’t work.”

Milan laughs, spinning around until he can lean against the sink, looking from one to the other, too curious to pretend for another second.

“And…?” He lifts his eyebrows.

Robbe stares at Sander for a little longer, unable to decide for the future but now it’s enough.

“We might get married at some point.”

Sander finally smiles shyly at that and Milan drops his shoulders like he’s disappointed.

“I wanted new news!”

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writingletterstothefire · 4 years ago

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right where you left me

A/N: So here it is, a full 3 days after I said I’d post it. Things have been pretty crappy, so I apologize if there was anyone out there who actually cared about this fic. The idea came to me while listening to right where you left me by Taylor Swift. I had this image of like, okay, we know about Lorraine, but what if there was someone back in Texas still waiting for Javi, after all this time? And from that thought, came this. it’s not beta-read in the slightest, so I’m so sorry if there’s any typos or sentences that don’t sound right. Thanks, y’all. Enjoy.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: maybe some language?? abandonment, Javier Peña

Prom night was supposed to be the best night of your high school career. And at first, it really felt like it might be. Your best friend Javier Peña was taking you, and you had picked the perfect dress. You and Javi were going as friends, but you really thought that this might finally be the night that you worked up the courage to tell him how you felt. You’d been dancing around each other for months, and tonight was the night that you’d finally take your friendship to a new level.

At 8pm sharp, there was a knock on your door. Javi was always right on time. You walked down the stairs slowly, like you’d seen girls do in movies, but Javi just smiled up at you and went, “Hey, you actually look like a human instead of a troll today!”

Needless to say, you weren’t exactly ecstatic at the start of the night. By the time you got to the prom, though, you had calmed down and reminded yourself that Javi was prone to sticking his foot in his mouth. He was probably just not used to seeing you dressed up.

“You alright, squirt?” Javi asked as he helped you out of his truck and started to lead you into the school. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”

“No, I’m fine!” You smiled up at him, determined to have a good night. “Ready to force you to dance with me all night.”

Javi laughed at that. “I’ll give you three dances, alright squirt?”

“Deal!” You beamed up at him. Javi’s heart skipped a beat, like it always did when you smiled at him like that.

In the end, you got four and a half dances out of him. He wasn’t happy about it, but he would do anything you asked him to.

After the prom, you both ended up at the diner you worked at part-time, sharing a milkshake and a plate of fries. That was when the bomb dropped.

“I’m leaving,” he suddenly blurted out, halfway through the milkshake.

“Oh, okay, I’ll go get us a box—” you started to offer helpfully.

“No, I…” he grabbed your hand to stop you getting up, “I, uh, I’m going to Quantico. After graduation.”

Quantico was a conversation that had been looming over the two of you for the last three months. Javi wanted to go, and he wanted you to go up to Virginia with him. He begged you to at least apply to the schools in the area. He needed his best friend.

You’d been denied financial aid from the schools that you applied to.You would be staying in Texas. Eventually, with his father’s health declining after catching a bad bit of pneumonia, it had started to look like Javi might be staying in Texas too. But Chucho ended up making a full recovery, and insisted Javi went to Quantico to advance his career.

It seemed he would be taking his father’s advice. He would be leaving you.

But, you realized, the way Javi was telling you, the way his eyes were pleading with you now… It was almost as if he was waiting for you to ask him not to go. Javi would do anything you asked him to. But you couldn’t ask him to give up his future.

“I’m happy for you, Javi,” you managed to get out, tears collecting in your eyes as you smiled. “You’ve worked so hard to get there, you’re going to be amazing.”

Javi looked almost heartbroken. He had been so sure that you were going to yell and scream at him, beg him to please just stay. Yet, here you were, encouraging him to do the one thing he simultaneously wanted more than anything and didn’t want at all.

He just nodded silently and waited for you to finish the milkshake before taking you back home. You had both been anxious on the ride home. You knew it was now or never, because he was leaving in a week. The problem was that you weren’t going with him. Could you do it, knowing you’d be giving him a taste of what would never be?

You didn’t have time to think too hard about it before Javi had your face in his hands and was planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.

Before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “But, you’re leaving…”

The both of you stayed frozen for a few moments, before the tears in your eyes spilled over and you were rushing inside. Javi didn’t chase you, even though he wanted to.

The two of you avoided each other at school the following Monday. And then, a week later, he left.

Five years passed without much more than a few phone calls and a handful of letters passed between the two of you. You both chose to ignore the way that prom night ended. You needed each other too much. Even if it was a distanced friendship now, you chalked it up to growing up. Of course you weren’t going to be best friends forever, and it was foolish of you to consider that the distance wouldn’t change things.

But then, Javi walked into the diner. The same diner where he told you he was leaving. The same diner you still worked at every night, noon to close.

You couldn’t stop yourself from running up to him and grabbing him in a tight hug. He hugged you back, of course, squeezing you tightly and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear about how much he missed you.

“Javi, what are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be working for the DEA!” You squeezed him tighter, despite questioning his presence.

“What, I can’t visit home every once in a while, squirt?” He smirked that trademark smirk of his. You finally pulled back, crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow.

“We haven’t seen you here since Christmas four years ago. And even then, only your dad saw you because you were only here for a night.”

“Alright, alright, I get it, I need to visit more,” he grumbled. His energy shifted into a nervous one. “You know, I’m actually here to, uh, give you this. I wanted to give it to you in person.”

He pulled a small slip of paper from his jacket, and you felt the blood leaving your head. You’d seen so many of these in the past two years, but you supposed you were getting to that age now.

“I wanted you to hear it from me,” he said gently, “because you mean more to me than anything. There’s a plus-one, if you, uh, need it.”

His brow furrowed as he said it, as though he was upset at the idea of you having a plus-one, and you were so confused by his expression that you almost forgot to take the paper from him. The invitation. A wedding invitation. Javi, your Javi, was getting married. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the diner, mostly empty now, save for a few tables quietly eating amongst themselves.

“Congratulations, oh my god,” you finally exclaimed, quickly hugging him quickly so that he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to overflow. You hoped you sounded excited enough to throw off suspicion.

The two of you caught up over a milkshake and a plate of fries, and for a moment you could almost forget that five years had passed. You could almost forget the wedding invitation burning a hole into your apron.

When he asked you about your relationships, you were embarrassed to tell the truth. But you did, because you couldn’t exactly lie to Javi. He was still your best friend, distance and time spent away aside. You told him the truth, that none of the guys you met were the right fit. It was hard to find a good guy in this small town, you had jested. It was true. The best one had left.

Eventually, Javi left with a slip of, “Lorraine’s waiting for me—,” and you cut him off with a pained smile and a, “It’s fine, no it’s totally fine, I have to finish my shift anyways!”

In the end, you couldn’t make yourself go to the wedding. You picked up an extra shift that night, and focused on polishing each piece of silverware until it sparkled.

You’d learn two days later that Javi left her at the altar. Well, that is to say, he never even made it to the altar. He didn’t arrive to the church at all. He simply turned around, and booked a flight back to Quantico, tux and all. He was on the first plane out.

You didn’t know if you wanted to slap him or kiss him. You figured that it didn’t matter. You’d never get the chance to do either one.

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Ten years passed after that. You saw Javi at some Christmases, and you were sure to give him hell for leaving a woman at the altar, but for the better half of ten years, you didn’t see him. When he went down to Columbia, he didn’t come home for holidays. He didn’t want to bring any trouble back up to Texas. It was understandable, but your heart ached every day.

You tried to move on. You’d been trying for fifteen years. But, if you were honest with yourself, there was just no one for you like Javi. No one could compare to him.

You were still working at the diner, but you’d been promoted. The old owner, when he passed away, left the entire thing in your name. He requested that his estate pay off the rest of the mortgage and overdue bills, and you were gifted the diner, completely debt free. You refused to just accept the free money, though. Along with your new duties as the owner, you still worked at the diner five nights per week. If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t really have anything else to do. Your cat had food and water, your plants were watered in the morning, and you didn’t have anyone waiting for you at home. So, every night you helped serve tables, run food, and even bus if it was busy enough. You were happy to work. It kept your mind off of how lonely you were.

You were working on closing up one cold, rainy night, when you heard the door open. You never got any patrons after 11pm, so you immediately grew suspicious. You subtly reached for the baseball bat you kept behind the counter.

“We’re closing up, can I help—,” you froze. Javi was standing in the diner soaking wet and shivering. “Oh my god, Javi?”

“H-Hey squirt,” he managed to get out through his chattering teeth.

You hurried over to him, shoving his jean jacket off his shoulders. “You’re going to make yourself sick in these wet clothes! Come on, I’ve got some stuff in the employee lost and found that might work.”

You quickly locked up the front and ushered a shaking Javi to the back room, shoving the first clothes you found that might fit him into his arms. He started stripping his shirt off before you could turn around, and you felt yourself going bright red. After an embarrassingly long moment of you being frozen in shock, you managed to spin around and hurry out to the front with a, “I’m gonna make you something warm to drink!”

Your shaky hands somehow threw two mugs of tea together, and you set them on a table just as Javi came out of the back dressed in oversized sweats and a tie dye hoodie. You offered a small smile and sat at the booth, before realizing it was the booth that you’d sat at together so many times. This was the booth that you’d sat at the night he told you he was leaving. And the night he’d invited you to his wedding.

He sat at the other side of the booth, his ears a bit pink as he bashfully avoided your eyes.

“T-Thanks for the clothes. I don’t know why I didn’t grab an umbrella as I left,” he ducked his head.

You just gently pushed the mug of tea closer to him. “So, what brings you here? What did I do to be graced with your presence on this fine night?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out sounding so snarky, but you saw Javi flinch at your words. His hands wrapped around the warm mug as he stared into the tea.

“I’m, uh… I’m back from Columbia. For good.”

That wasn’t what you’d expected. In your surprised state, you took a moment to examine Javi. This Javi was rugged and worn out. He had permanent bags under his eyes, worry lines in his forehead, a thick, prominent mustache on his lip where there used to be only peach fuzz. His shoulders were hunched over and tense, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on them. And he was, you realized.

The man in front of you was not the boy you graduated high school with. He wasn’t even the man who left his wife at the altar. This man was seasoned and hard, well aware of the darkest horrors that the world possessed.

“What happened down there, Javi?” You had to ask. You knew from the way his jaw clenched that he didn’t want to talk about it, but you also knew that if he didn’t talk about it with you, then there was no one else who stood a chance.

And so, he told you. He recounted his struggles finding Escobar, and then Escobar’s escape. He told you about Escobar’s death, and then the rise of the Calí cartel. The things he’d thought he had to do for the cause. The things he would never repeat to anyone else for years to come. The nightmares that plagued his mind every night. And you listened to him. You didn’t interrupt, except to reach across the table and grab his hand, squeezing tightly every so often to remind him that you were here.You’d always be here, and you both knew that. Javi left and came back and then left again, and you stayed planted to the spot he left you in, waiting patiently for him to come back.

Javi finally finished recounting the stories from Columbia around two in the morning. You’d sat there, holding hands across the table for nearly three hours. You knew, in your heart, that it was time to tell Javi. If he accepted you, you’d go from there. If he rejected you, it was time to move on and try to find some semblance of happiness while you still had time.

“Javi, I—”

“I love you, squirt.”

You must have been looking at him like he’d just told you he was growing a third leg, because he burst out laughing. You couldn’t form a coherent thought. All that came out was a broken, “W-What?”

Javi just tilted his head at you. “Well… you can’t be all that surprised, can you? After all this time, you don’t know?”

“Javi… Javi, we’ve been friends for thirty years, but I’ve barely seen you for half of them. You were… You almost got married, Javi! To someone who wasn’t me! And you have the nerve to say I can’t be all that surprised?!” You knew the volume of your voice had risen substantially, but you didn’t care. He had no right to come into your diner and act like, after fifteen years, he had any right to spring this on you.

“Squirt, I…” Javi sighed, getting up and coming around to your side of the table. He sat next to you and picked up your hands, clasping them tightly in his own. “I messed up. I know. I thought you were better off without me, that you were going to go on to do bigger and better things, and you have, but I… I’m going to be selfish, squirt, for one more time. I’m going to be selfish and tell you that I love you, and I need you. With Lorraine… I proposed because she expected it. We didn’t even really get along that well. A month after I proposed…,” his head dropped, ashamed as he spoke his next words, “I said your name in bed.”

If you hadn’t already been frozen to your seat with shock, you’re sure you would’ve fallen over.

“I know it was unfair to her. I wish I’d never asked her to marry me. I should have come back for you, told you how much I loved you and how much I needed you. You’ve been so patient with me, I know you have. You’ve been nothing but amazing, even when I was a shitty friend to you. I wanted you to come to Quantico with me, and when you couldn’t, I thought… I thought that it was the universe telling me that it wouldn’t work. But fuck the universe. I am so sorry that I ever left you, squirt. I love you. And, if you’ll have me, I want to be with you. I want to marry you, if you’ll let me.” He kissed the backs of your hands.

You stayed frozen for a moment. You knew that none of this was easy for Javi. Admitting his true feelings, owning up to his mistakes, apologizing. He was coming to you, with his heart on his sleeve, and begging you not to turn him away. And how could you, if you were honest? You’d stayed in this state, in this town, in this diner, all for him. You told yourself it was just stability and familiarity that kept you there, but deep down you had always known that you were waiting for Javi. Staying put, right where he left you, just in case he ever decided to come back. And here he was, asking you to love him.

“Javi, I love you, too.”

You’d never seen Javier cry. The day he left, he came close. When his arms wrapped around you, you’d felt him shudder, just once. When you pulled back, his eyes stayed averted, and he didn’t look at you again. Except when he left, about to board his flight, and his eyes were just a tad shinier than usual.

Now, Javi allowed full tears to stream down his cheeks, as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. He spoke no words, he just held you. He never truly thought that he would get to.

You slowly pulled back, reaching up to cup his cheeks and wipe away his tears. “I love you, Javi. And I… I’ll marry you, one day. Let’s see how this goes? I don’t want to spook you by us moving too fast, I can’t lose you.”

Javi shook his head frantically. “No, you’ll never lose me. I’m never leaving you again, I was a fool to have left for all these years.”

You wiped at his cheeks one more time, before leaning up to kiss him. And he kissed you back.

You supposed that, if you finally got to have him, then all of the pain you went through while he was gone was worth it. Your waiting hadn’t been for nothing, you finally had your Javi. He was holding you, right here, right now, in the same place he’d left you. Only, this time, he was here to stay. He was here with you.

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javi x reader #javier pena x reader #javier x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos #javier peña x you #javier pena x you #javier pena #my writing

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fizzingwizard · 3 years ago

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I finally had a chance to play Wedding Stories. I only played for a couple hours and solely did build/buy (not even touching the gameplay for now lol). I bought the pack despite the bugs because of build/buy and the beach world.

So I didn't think I would be disappointed with this pack because I don't care about the gameplay anyway, I just really wanted a beach world and the items.

But it's honestly boring so far! I mean, it's waaay better than other game pack worlds like Glimmerbrook, I really wasn't expect much, it's a game pack world, not a full expansion. But it really makes me wish we could edit the worlds. If I could drop some items on the beach or something... or if swimming were just... not so boring... xD

But the number one thing that bugs me... the lots. They are so pretty, BUT SO USELESS. The lot I wanted the most was this one:

It's out of the way, like a private not-quite-island. I really wanted to build a little seaside cottage here! But look at it... aside from how small it is (which doesn't bother me, I had an idea that needed a larger lot, but oh well), the lot edges don't even reach the water. So you can't build a dock or use boats. I guess the sort of gameplay is only for Sulani! They don't want to offer it in other packs because it's not fair to those who bought Island Living or something??? Really annoying. I just made a pond so at least we can fish, but despite being a beach world, there just isn't much use for the water. Once again, I wasn't expecting Island Living. It just feels dumb that the game has the ability to build docks and ride boats and yet you can only do it one world that has a very specific aesthetic.

I mean, look at this!! This is a BEACH LOT:

You can't even build a dock off the ACTUAL BEACH!

But even WORSE about that first lot - this is the bit that absolutely broke my heart that was willing to love this pack despite everything - if you look on the left side, you see a rocky outcropping. It's difficult to tell from that image, but there is a grassy field between those rocks which almost meets the water. It looks beautiful, like you could walk out on it and gaze at the virtual ocean. But guess what. Not only is that part out of the bounds of the lot (so no building), it is NOT EVEN REAL. You can't walk there at all! It's just a mirage! You hit the limits of the movable zone (idk the terminology) and that's it. You can stand at the edge of the lot going "Wow, sure looks pretty out there" but you can't go to it.

WHY?? Why even make that grassy bit at all then!? Just put more rocks! Why are you dangling temptation in front of me and then snatching it away... I paid you your freaking money okay! xD

No I really am heartbroken over this lot. I thought I was going to love it. I defnitely didn't realize how many of the awesome features in Island Living would not carry over to other packs. I just assumed that, since everyone loves those features, naturally they would. But I guess nah.

So Wedding Stories unexpectedly gets a MAJOR thumbs down from me. None of the youtubers I watched who complained and complained about the gameplay mentioned disliking the world. They all said it was gorgeous and the best part of the pack. To be fair, I suppose my investment in being able to access water is pretty personal. But that is literally the only reason I was excited for this pack: I thought it was gonna give me another option for building on water besides Sulani.

Oh well! My bad I guess. Skip this pack, it sucks.

#only the teapot is worth it now hahaha #my wedding stories #sims #sims 4 #i am so salty rn

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jaehyunspeachparty · 5 years ago

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The public (m)

"How was your vacation?" Jisoo asked, putting a stack of documents on the table. "Good ..." You smile and flip through the papers. "I heard from accounting that your last name was changed." Jisoo grinned and waited for an explanation. "WOW, rumors are spreading pretty quickly here." You raise your eyebrows, but Jisoo didn't move. "Okay ... I got married. Secretly." You sigh and you wish you could tell her more. "OH MY GOD! Can you finally say who it is?" Jisoo bobbed impatiently on her knees, but you shake your head. "No, we still have to discuss this with his company." "AHHHH! I can't wait to see him. He must be sooooo famous." Jisoo had been gushing all the time, but suddenly your boss was standing in front of the door and Jisoo immediately jumped and left the room. "Did you enjoy your vacation? I heard you married." Your boss sat down in the chair opposite you and clasped his hands. "Yes, it was spontaneous, but we wanted to keep it small anyway." You smile and push your papers aside. "Well, I'm actually here for something else. You have done a very good job here. Thanks to you, the relationship with SM has become even better, so that they almost exclusively book us and we are now well above the expected numbers." "I am glad to hear that." You smile and now turn your full attention to him. "And now I'm making you an offer that I'll never do again. But I'm offering you a partnership with this company here." You look at him in surprise, you didn't expect that. He took an envelope out of his pocket and pushed it over to you. "I'll be back in your office in a week. Then I want an answer." He got up and shook hands with you. "Wow thanks, I have no words." "You did a really good job and I would love to work more with you. See you next week." He nodded and then left the room. You open the letter and look at the numbers. It's not a little money, but you would have it.

In the evening you lie in bed and see a little bit of Netflix. It was Friday night, but you were incredibly tired. That's why Jaehyun decided to come to you the night. He had a meeting about your marriage at lunchtime and it was discussed whether and how he would publish it. So you lie in bed and wait for him, but even though you were tired, you were also hungry. First you call Jaehyun to bring you something, but he didn't answer. Annoyed you lie down in bed and throw yourself in your pillows. You absolutely wanted chocolate. Your breasts also hurt and you were sure that your period would come in the next few days. You were torn, tired of staying in bed or eating chocolate. You are so annoyed at this moment that you no longer have sweets at home. But in the end your cravings were stronger and you quickly decide to go down to the convenience store. So you quickly pull something over it and quickly go shopping. A young man was at the counter and smiled when he saw your amount of chocolate. You quickly put your things out of your pocket and want to run out of the store immediately, but then you run into someone. But when you look up, you see Jaehyun. "Are you in a hurry?" He smiled and looked into your eyes. "How did you know I was there?" You grin and get close to his lips. You don't see much of him. He was wearing a black hoodie with a hood over his head. "I saw you in the window when you cleared almost the entire chocolate shelf." He laughs and strokes your back. "I think I'll have my period tomorrow. I have terrible cravings." You sigh, but Jaehyun kissed you. And this kiss had it all. He showed so much desire, passion and love. But still, he quickly broke away from you. "Let's go up. Then I can take good care of you." He grinned and took your hand. You quickly go to your apartment complex, but it took a while for the elevator to come. But Jaehyun could hardly wait. He pressed you against the wall and he pressed his lips to yours. His hand ran along the inside of your thigh and your breath stayed away. The next moment, when everything got so intense, the bell rang and the elevator door opened. Jaehyun pushed you in, turned you and quickly pushed your sweatpants down. He opened his pants and he was already inside you. It was something new, something you have never done before. You just had sex in the elevator. Jaehyun kept pushing you against the wall and you could hardly suppress your groan. But before you were on your floor, the door opened again. You both look over in surprise and see an old woman looking at you in shock and holding her hand over her mouth. "Disgusting!" She screamed as the door closed and you both laughed. "Oh my god. We got caught," you said, looking over at Jaehyun. "Come on, let's go to the apartment quickly." The door opened again and you quickly disappear.

After you have finished the action from the elevator in bed, you lie on his bare chest and happily eat your chocolate. "I think I have to move soon after the old woman sees us." You laugh and look up at your husband. "Yes, we should look around for a new apartment tomorrow." He smiled and gently stroked your hair. "How was the meeting. What actually came out?" You sit up slowly and look at him seriously. Jaehyun sighed and looked at you. "They'll be sending out a press release tomorrow at noon. Chen has already given me a few tips. It's going to be a tough week." "Can I do something?" You look at him with concern, but he shook his head. But he shook his head. "No, just be here." He kissed you gently and you nod. But then he cleared his throat and you realize that he still wants to address something. "I know we said we were trying to have a child, but since you are not pregnant ... can we maybe wait a year or two? The company said it would be good if I could do a little bit more of promotion. " It was really difficult for him to say that and of course you found it sad. But Jaehyun had taken up so much for your marriage that you agree. "It's okay. I can wait." You smile gently and he kissed you again with relief.

Before SM publishes the statement about your wedding, you quickly take the opportunity to have breakfast with Jaehyun's parents. Neither of you had seen them since you were back. They knew about the wedding, but you wanted to publish it again. But when you get ready, you have to throw up. "I think that was too much chocolate yesterday." You sighed and wiped your mouth. "I was surprised anyway how much chocolate you could squeeze and couldn't throw up earlier." Jaehyun laughed and gently stroked your shoulder. "I think it's the nerves too. Your parents and the announcement ..." You sigh and take your toothbrush. Jaehyun stood next to you and nodded. "I'm nervous too ..." He leaned against the bathroom tiles, which were pleasantly cool in contrast to his heated body. "We can do it okay?" You smile gently and Jaehyun kissed your cheek.

You were better prepared at this meeting. You dressed elegantly and forbade Jaehyun to touch you all the way to the restaurant. Not that you get caught doing something that his parents should never see. You meet in a small restaurant near the apartment where Jaehyun grew up. You two were nervous, but you held on to your hands. But you felt still sick and would like to throw up again. Jaehyun's parents got up when they saw you, but they didn't smile. You had to swallow and it all became more uncomfortable. He hugged them, you shake hands with them. Then you sit down and order first. It was still quiet ... too quiet. "Mum, Dad. I know I already told you, but we want to officially announce again that we got married." Jaehyun took your hand firmly and you could almost feel his pulse through his pressure. "Secretly ..." His father looked at you and it was getting more uncomfortable. "Yes, it was spontaneous, but with Jaehyun's fame we thought it was difficult anyway and my family is difficult too. It was easier for us ..." You try to explain your background, but the parents were still not happy. "Easier ..." his mother laughed contemptuously. "Mum ... we wanted it that way." Jaehyun couldn't overlook his mother's anger. "You wanted that? You are our only son. You could have done a wedding for us. You know how important that is for us for our family. Think about your Grandmother. If Y/N was Korean, she would understand our culture and would never have persuaded you to do it that way." She was really upset and even had tears in her eyes. "I think we're going now," said his father, standing up. His mother nodded and followed too. "As long as she's not pregnant, divorce is still an option," she whispered in her son's ear before they left. You still look after them but when they disappear you burst into tears. You were never that emotional, but you couldn't hold back your tears this time. "They hate me," you sob, trying to wipe away the tears with the napkin. "No, they're just mad at me. They don't even really know you." He stroked your arm, but you were still sad.

In the late afternoon you lie in the bed of your apartment and look at apartment advertisements. "Look, it looks pretty good. Bedroom, living room, kitchen. And the location is good too." Jaehyun stroked your back and you click through the pictures. "Yes, it looks good. We can take a look at it." You smile gently, but the next moment his phone vibrated again. Since the statement came out, it has almost exploded. He got messages, calls, and so on. Sasaengs' numbers kept calling and threatening him in messages. "What do they say?" You ask when he picked up the phone. He read a few texts and then sighed. "As expected. My manager wrote to me that fans feel cheated, want me out of NCT, and so on." He sighed, but you take the phone away from him. "Come on, leave it. There's no point in reading through all of this." "I know it's just ... I knew it, but it's still hard." He lay down in bed and sighed. "Come on, I'll go down to the convenience store and get something good." You smile, but in reality your cravings are killing you. You still hadn't got your period and you're wondering when was the last time you had such cravings. It all felt like just before your period just a hundred times worse. "Hmm yes, can you take Soju with you?" Jaehyun looked at you with sad eyes and you nod. You quickly take your bag and go down.

When you were standing in the store you wanted to buy all the sweets. You take something for Jaehyun and then you buy a basket full of unhealthy food. When the cashier, who was already there yesterday, scanned everything, you somehow felt like you had to justify yourself. "I know there are a lot of sweets ..." But the young man smiled and shook his head. "My girlfriend is pregnant too. She eats exactly the same things." You look at him with wide eyes and fall silent. How could you not think of this possibility? You were sure that you would get your period. But now everything became clearer to you. Your cravings, strong emotionality and the nausea. Could you really been pregnant? That would have happened very quickly. You thought it might take a few months. You quickly pack your things and run back to your apartment. Jaehyun was still in bed, looking through his phone. But you couldn't concentrate on that anymore. You throw the shopping bag onto the bed and start looking for something in the bathroom. "Y/N, what's up?" He asked, watching you panickedly search the shelf. But you don't say anything and keep looking until you find the packaging. The last time you had a pregnancy test left. "Y/N, what's that?" Jaehyun asked, and you took out the test strip. "A pregnancy test." You look at him with wide eyes. "What? I thought you were getting your period?" Jaehyun was a bit panicky like you. "I also thought...I just don't know. I just take the test." You send him out and close the bathroom door. First you take a deep breath, but then you open the cap of the test and pee on it. When you were done, you go out to Jaehyun and sit on the bed. Jaehyun knelt before you and stroked your arms. "Do you think you ...?" He was suddenly calmer and more relaxed. But you didn't have an answer. "I don't know ..." You start to sob because you couldn't control your emotions again. You see that the test was almost done and you lift the strip and look at the result. "And?" Asked Jaehyun, looking up at you. You take a deep breath and show him the display. "Pregnant."

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chayacat · 4 years ago

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Devil’s Sweet Star (19)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Ahhh...Love. The most wonderful thing in the world for anyone. Being in love and loved by someone can make you grow wings... figuratively. Life seems more radiant, exciting, fun, enjoyable when you are in love. A bond is forged between you and the one you loved. This bond can become, at the end of each road, stronger or more fragile. This is what I will call: gold yarn and black yarn. The golden yarn represents a strong love, a love that has gone through all the trials and that has come out stronger and stronger. This yarn is unbreakable.

The black yarn on the other hand... Represents a broken love. A love that ends up cracking on all sides. A love in which arguments follow, which sometimes comes to the hands. A love that, despite the desperate attempts of one or the other, ends up broken permanently. And in the end, we separate, each one rebuilding his life. Sometimes you get there. But some can't stand it... and the consequences are irreversible.

But let's go back to the positive side! It is in a serene, cheerful mood that you got up this morning. After all, there's enough! You and Jed are dating now! last night was the best night of your life. Knowing that it’s reciprocal, and that, despite the arguments to come, he will support you when it’s necessary, makes you feel lighter, more soothed. It will all be very different compared to Alex... you promised yourself that.

You and Alex dated for two years. You’ve met him in high school, he was a little genius and a sportsman, while you were more linguistic and theatral. While the first year was pleasant and fulfilled, the second was a disaster. He cheated on you from the beginning with someone else, but he didn't want to tell you. The worst part is that for him, all this was normal, the other girl was prettier, more... generous in terms of her forms. While you were just a little girl in her eyes. It broke your heart and you kicked him in the ass.

“This is all he deserves for doing that to me. Bastard.” You said to yourself.

And you’re right. No one should play with feelings. No one. But Jed is different. You know that. He'll never let you down for another one. But... What if another woman tries to steal him from you? What if she used her charms to seduce him? And that it worked? You couldn't stand it; you couldn't bear the fact that you were still abandoned because of a hottie who only wants sex and nothing more.

Don't start thinking about that! this is just the beginning of your relationship. You've got time. And knowing Jed, you think he won't be stupid enough to succumb to the charms of another.

“I’ll treat you like a queen. Do you prefer a boring life to that? Think carefully...He or I.”

The words of Ghostface came back to you. It's true that you like to have a life of risk. That you're willing to do crazy things. But you have your own business now. Maybe it's time to think about a more settled life. Quieter. And with Jed, you can't dream better. And then, Ghostface treating you like a queen? What a good joke. You imagine Ghostface bringing you a cup of tea... filled with sleeping pills. And once asleep.... he could do whatever he wants with you.

And then, if in the early days it would be "nice", Later it will be blows. insults. And in the end, he will force you to participate in his massacres. A life that would shame your parents if they were still alive. In a sense, and even if it's sad and mean to admit it, you're glad that your parents are no longer here, or that you don't live in the same city as your uncles and aunts. Who knows what Ghostface would have done? Kill them? Surely. To use them to blackmail you and never leave him? Also. And you don't even dare imagine if you had children with this lunatic. Explain to your child that his father is a murderer, but otherwise everything is fine. You're talking about a family life.

Today is your day off. Yes, technically you spent two days in the hospital because of a fool who had the good idea to attack you in broad daylight in front of everyone. Let's hope he enjoys his time in prison. So, in real life, you could have worked today. But you're not sure you'll have a lot of people. Melina isn't working today either. It's her day off. She sent you a message last night saying she would come by today to discuss it. So, she's going to hear the news from you. And knowing her she's going to bother that poor Jed, as soon as she gets back to work tomorrow.

“Melina is Melina. I don’t think that anybody can change her. But at least, it may be better that she is so. You never get bored with her. And then... I know that she will move away all those who want to separate us, knowing her temper.” you said to yourself, laughing.

First thing to do...clean the apartment a bit. Because since you've been here and especially since your short stay in the hospital, you live with dust sheep. And if you personally don't care, to receive guests it's not very elegant. And after cleaning, a good shower is required. Then kitchen operation! Knowing that Melina will surely come to eat at your home, hurry to know how yesterday's evening went.

You spend a good hour cleaning everything before you shower and you dress comfortably. That's when Melina knocked on the door. All excited she gave you a big hug, a little too tight for your liking. But she finally lets you go and both go into the living room. You serve her a glass of rosé, the only alcohol you have for the guests. While for you, a homemade orange juice is deserved.

“Then tell me! How did it go last night? How was he dressed? What did you eat?? Did you kiss? Are you together??” She asks, excited like a child waiting to receive his gift at Christmas.

“Calm down, calm down. I'll tell you all about it. But stay quiet, you look like a little girl at Christmas or in an amusement park.” you respond laughing, seeing your friend's enthusiasm.

“Sorry! It's just that...when he told me that you have a dinner with him, I was so excited to know how it happened!”

“Well... he was really cute. Very elegant, we had a good laugh. And we eaten very well. He had made everything from starter to dessert. And we explained and...”

“Aaaaaaand ?”

“We kissed. Twice. So, we can say that we are officially in a relationship.”

“I knew it, I knew it, i knew it! Oh (y/n) you don't know how happy I am for both of you! She answered so happy.

you can't help but laugh. She's really sweet. You both eat a small pasta salad, with surimi, piquillo's, and a little tuna followed by a strawberry pie. Melina had taken the cheese and bread; she was not the type to come to someone's house empty-handed. You talk about everything and nothing, laughing at jokes, innuendo and other stupid things like that. It was good for you. You needed it. Then the phone rang: Mr Parkson. There was a click in your head.

It's been a week. And you haven't even thought about inheritance. What are you going to tell him? To give you an extra week? impossible, he had told you: a week no more. He warned you that he'll be here in an hour to talk. Then he greeted you before hanging up and when Melina saw your face restless, her smile disappeared. No choice... you’re going to have to tell her, too.

“Somethings wrong?” she asks worried.

“It was Mr Parkson. He'll be here in an hour.”

“Your Banker? It must be important for him to come to your house.”

“Well...He’s not my banker.” you answered by going back to sit down.

You tell her everything in detail. The death of your parents, the fact that you are the only heiress, that you've pushed back, all this time, that fateful moment because you're still struggling to accept this... Melina had listened without saying anything, going from attention to emotion, very sad to know the reason why, you have family photos everywhere at home.

“Well...you lie. But that is clearly understandable. No one wants to tell that kind of thing. We would like to forget it or that it never happened. We always hope that it was a nightmare and that when we wake up, we see our loved ones or call them. But deep down... we know very well that it’s real. And so, this guy... is there to carry out their last will. But you're the only one? no other family member can touch it?” she said confused.

“No. I’m the only Heiress. But my uncles and aunts deserve their shares too. My parents bequeath their house to me, and the total of their life insurance. As well as a small pecul that they had set aside. And the jewels. But I don't want it. It would hurt me too much.” you respond sadly.

“I understand. But you should take it. And then give it to your uncles and aunts. Or ask him if he can do it. “

“Yeah...you’re right.”

Melina changed the subject to make you smile, cheer you up. She's so adorable. She's the perfect best friend for you. And yet, you only know each other recently. After an hour, Mr. Parkson knocked on your door. You don't even wonder how he knew your address, he said it to you: when he has to find someone, he's looking for information. He greeted Melina and you explain to him that she knows about it and that so she can stay. He nodded and settled down to a chair coming out of his little briefcase the documents. you offered him a coffee which he accepted as well as a coffee for you and Melina.

“Right. I don't think I need to remind you why I'm here. I left you another week to think. Now I'm going to need an answer: yes, or no?” He said placing his glasses on his nose.

“Yes. But I want to be clear: my uncles and aunts inherit on the one hand. Everything I want to keep from my parents... are their wedding rings. Plus, my mother's amethyst. Everything else, the house the money and everything else will go to my uncles and aunts. Do you understand that?”

“...As you wish. But your parent’s life insurance goes obligatory to you. It will be paid into your bank account automatically. It will be up to you to withdraw the money and give it away or send it to your uncles and aunts if you wish. As for the rings... I've got them here.” He replied before taking out a small jewellery pouch where your parents' wedding rings and your mother's rings were.

“I knew your parents well. They were great people and very good friends. They wanted you to give their wedding rings for your wedding day... and your mother absolutely wanted you to give her jewels. The amethysts is there, too. If you'd rather keep only this one and give the rest to your family, I will." He said a little smile on his face.

“Thanks a lot Mr... I appreciate it. Have... Have we found the murderer? Or at least, did we find clues to know his identity?” you ask.

“Unfortunately, not miss. He vanished. And he may even be dead by now. I am afraid that unfortunately we never know the answer to this terrible question.” he responds.

You sign the documents, to which he adds notes on your exchange, then got up, greeted you and Melina before leaving. He left you a copy of the documents and, as requested the desired rings. Then it was Melina's turn to leave after 2 hours of discussions to cheer you up. Again. She left you her phone number and you gave her yours, so you could communicate.

You clean the table, do the dishes and sit on the couch, the rings on the coffee table. You take them gently in your hands, tears rising slightly in your eyes. From the beginning, they intended to give them to you on your wedding day... Day they will never attend now. the rest of the day was sullen. In the evening even more. All you wanted was for Jed to be there, to hug you right now. But the poor man already has a lot of work, it's better to let him rest for now.

He sent you a message to find out if everything was okay, and you answer him by lying so he wouldn't worry. The poor man replied that he had a lot of work to do between the two Ghostface murders, but with a little coffee, he was going to make it. He wished you good night hoping to see you again soon, and you did the same. You put your phone on the table before looking at the rings again, no longer holding back your tears. They hadn't done anything...

“Well, if I knew I would have brought a handkerchief. Unless you prefer a hug? I'm very good at comforting people you know... especially women.”

You look towards Ghostface which was leaning on the table making you this little hand sign so special of the character. he's the last person in the world you want to see right now.

“Are you really going to come to my house every night? You have no better thing to do like killing poor innocent people like the sick you are? Or am I doomed to support you for the rest of my life as you told me so well?” You said a little grumpy.

“But it's that we're a little cranky tonight... my poor darling, I sympathize with your sorrow.” he said, approaching you.

“You? have compassion??? You kill innocent people who have asked for nothing and you DARE to say that you have compassion for me???”

“hey calm down my angel. I’m maybe a psycho to you but I'm still a human. I know what it's like to lose those you love. Especially when they are killed without them being asked for anything. In those moments when you have the murderer in front of you, you want only one thing: to make him regret. But back to us. I see you've made your choice quickly. I wonder if he enjoyed your lips as much as I loved them. Definitely I think I would never understand women.”

“What does that have to do with you? I much prefer Jed than you!”

“Sweety; sweety, sweety... You don't realize how lucky you are. I keep you alive because I have a soft spot for you. I could have killed you, gutted you, dismembered you, made you the most beautiful of all my masterpieces.” He lay you down on the couch, blocking your arms and legs with all his weight, and through his mask, you can guess a demonic, unhealthy smile. He drew his face closer to yours, very close to your ear. “Compared to him, I can take you beyond the seventh heaven... You'd be happy every night.”

He freed one of his arms, holding yours with the remaining arm to raise his mask slightly at the level of the mouth. Then he lifted your t-shirt stripping you to the chest. Then he lowered his head to your belly button and threw a tongue at it. Little by little, he went up his tongue to your chest. He smiled as he felt your skin shivering at his touch, while you're holding out a single sound. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your jeans, just enough for his hand to attack your privacy. You bite your lips, holding you to moan at all costs. Don't give him what he wants. Or he'll benefit even more.

“Are you resisting? How cute. I like it even more. I don't like easy women. There is no pleasure.” He replied, pressing his finger against the sensitive point, causing you to startle a little.

He chuckled, passing his finger up and down on your intimacy, which eventually made you let go of a little moan. He continued for a few minutes before stopping and getting up, hiding the bottom of his face again, allowing you to get dressed. he recoiled, sneering, while you stare at him, ashamed and angry.

“I'm going to make you languish a little. That'll be your punishment. maybe it'll make you think. or maybe not. But in any case, I'm going to enjoy it. Remember that you belong to me. On this... I wish you good night my sweet little star. Sweet dreams.”

Then he vanished like usual. you sighed, slightly annoyed by what had just happened. He's strong, very strong even. But at least you know he's lost people in his life. At least that is what he suggested. If that happens, it had nothing to do with him. But keep that in mind. That's a good clue. In the meantime, it's time for you to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, and you need all the rest you need.

Sleep well...

Little one.

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(And that’s it! I'm not too far from being able to pass my code exam! but I confess that driving does not enchant me too XD but hey it's always like that at first, right? If you have any questions, feel free! Oh, one last thing! I wouldn't normally be present from April 6 to 8. So, the current chapter at that time will come out a little later than expected! this will also be the case on April 16, 17 and 18! I apologize in advance I would do my best to advance them as far as possible! Good weekend everyone! See ya!)

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teamhook · 4 years ago

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Hello all! This story was written for the lovely amazing @searchingwardrobes today is her birthday. Happy Birthday!! woohoo I had to do this because she has gifted a lot of us with an amazing birthday story. Love you sweetheart!!

Story beta-ed by @ultraluckycatnd

Killian walks inside Granny's and goes straight to the counter. He sits down and orders coffee, black no sugar, his attention turning to the door. He has no idea who he is looking for. The older woman hands the coffee cup to him. "Ma'am, I was wondering if you could be of assistance. I'm looking for Emma."

The older woman narrows her eyes. "Emma Nolan?"

Killian smiles. "Is that her surname?"

"What do you want with Emma?" Granny crosses her arms.

Killian scoffs defensively. "Nothing nefarious, I just want to clear up a misunderstanding."

The woman, Granny, nods and walks away to the back.

Killian purses his lips at the lack of answer and takes a drink of his coffee. He starts looking around the diner. He wonders if his mum sat on the same chair he is currently occupying. He chuckles to himself.

"What's so funny, man?" A voice to his right startles him.

Killian turns his attention to the voice and tilts his head. "Hello, mate. Killian Jones, at your service." He extends his hand.

The younger man extends his hand hesitantly. "Nice to meet you, man. Leo Nolan."

Killian smiles. "Leo Nolan, any relation to Emma Nolan?"

"What kind of trouble has my sister gotten into this time?" Leo asks and mutters under his breath, "Not that I'd mind after meeting you."

"No trouble, just a bit of misunderstanding. To be honest it's not a big deal. My brother has no sense of humor. That's the real problem," Killian insists.

"That doesn't answer the question."

"Alright, she sent a compromising letter. At least in my brother's opinion. A letter without an addressed name attached that my brother immediately assumed belonged to me. So here I am to put an "end" to it."

Leo looks down. "I'm sorry, I'm sure she didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Killian sighs. "In a way I'm thankful. See, my mother was from here but we never got to see her beginnings. It's a bit of a treat to know that my mother walked the same corridors at Our Lady of the Lake College."

Leo mutters something about a Legacy. "My mother went to the same place as does my troublemaker sister."

"To be honest, I'm here more out of curiosity. I was tempted to spend the week in New York and then fly back home and tell my brother the issue was resolved but I remembered Mum was from here so here I am. Trying to get to know my mother better and find your elusive sister. I was told she would be here."

"She was here; she left right before you got here," Leo says, shrugging.

"Ah, could you perhaps arrange a meeting? Inform her she's not in trouble?" Killian asks with a twinkle in his eye.

"I shall talk to her. Are you staying here?"

"Aye, I am."

"If my sister can get over her embarrassment when I tell her why you are here and wants to meet you, I'll leave a message for you with Granny."

"I accept, lad. It was nice meeting you. I'm still a little jet-lagged, so if you'll excuse me. Goodnight," Killian says as he turned to go inside the Inn.

A stern voice makes Leo jump. "What are you playing at Emma?"

Emma winced.

Killian walks inside his room and snorts a laugh. His instincts tell him that he needs to see this through. Whatever it was that brought him to town was important and he knows that it will change his life. He still didn't know if it was about his mother or something else. What he did know was that the lad was a part of it.

Granny had that look on her face. The one they all feared.

Emma sighs. "Granny, it's nothing bad. I was just trying to figure out if he was here to cause trouble or not."

"Emma, the only trouble maker I see is you. Do you mind enlightening me about why you told him you were Leo Nolan, your brother? If memory serves me, there are only three Nolan children: James, David, and you. There's no Leo. Think carefully about what you're about to say to me."

"Granny, okay." Emma taps the top of the counter. "Some days back, I might have sent a letter with my name and it seems his older brother has no sense of humor. And you know that because you heard it with your wolf-like hearing." She shrugs. "It was a mistake and well, he flew out here and Granny, he is kinda hot and I didn't think I just reacted. I mean, we wanted to make sure my dressing like a guy would work for the production at school. It just happened. The words didn't want to come out of me. Hey sorry about causing you so much trouble with that letter. I was daydreaming and by the way, you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

Granny smirks. "Isn't this interesting. Emma Nolan speechless around a handsome man."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Don't worry, I will come clean. Eventually."

"Well, you don't have that much time. He only booked the room for a week." Granny grabs some dirty dishes and walks into the kitchen.

Emma sighs. She should go upstairs and confess. It was a mistake and he was nice enough. Okay, she will apologize to him, but as herself, not as her brother.

Killian stands at his room's window looking out at the view. He likes the town. His phone rings until it goes to voicemail. He doesn't feel like reporting to Liam just yet. What was he going to say, sorry brother but the lovely Emma has eluded me so far? The phone begins to ring again. Killian rolls his eyes. It appears Liam will not be giving up until he talks to him. Killian looks at his phone's screen. Bloody hell. It was Milah. He winces and just answers. "Milah, love-" Before he could continue, he was interrupted.

"Killian, what the hell are you doing in Maine? You're supposed to be here helping me plan the wedding and you didn't even tell me you were leaving the country!" Milah complains.

"Love, it was a sudden trip." Killian tries to calm her.

Milah stays quiet. "Killian, you said that you would take me with you on your next trip."

"Milah, darling. This trip is partly business but it is also to the town my mother was from. I didn't think you would like to accompany me to a small town in America." Killian tries to appease her. She could be volatile if she didn't like the answer.

She sighs. "When are you coming back?"

He can hear the pout in her voice. "I shall return in a week or so."

They end their call with a half-hearted 'I love you'.

Emma goes home and changes from her Leo persona's clothes. She really tries not to think too much about the reason why she put on her favorite dark jeans, the ones that made her butt look great, a thin red sweater that made her feel sexy, and black knee-high boots.

Emma walks into the Inn and squares her shoulders. She walks to the check-in desk and walks around to get the guy's room number. She finds the ledger and looks for the name he gave Leo. Killian Jones. Room 204. She smiles; it's the one with a view. She looks at the reception phone and opts to just go upstairs to get it over with. She didn't feel like been scolded by Granny again.

She knocks on the door lightly and looks around the hall. A few minutes pass with no answer. He had said he would stick around for a few days. She looks at her watch for the time. It was still early.

Maybe this is a sign that she is crazy and she decides to leave. Emma sneaks out as easily as she snuck inside.

The disappointment she feels is a lot. She wants to meet him, be herself, and the thoughts that swirl in her mind are not her own. She has obviously been around MM too much for goodness sake. She used the name that MM had told her she would use for her first son with David.

Killian had left to go sightseeing for a while. The truth was he was feeling cooped up in the tiny room while waiting for Emma Nolan to make her appearance. He was making his way back to the Inn when a flash of golden hair caught his attention. He pauses for a second as he takes her in. Bloody hell, he really shouldn't be noticing other women, but he couldn't help fall victim to the enchantment the woman had clearly placed upon him. He followed her from a distance, and she was oblivious to his presence.

He grins as he notices how freely she gave genuine smiles to the town's people that happily greeted her. He was still too far away to listen to how they addressed her, but he was truly entranced by her.

His thoughts race to Milah; she was a beautiful woman for sure, but she was not exactly a people person. She could be cold and unwilling to grant a simple smile unless she was forced. His brother didn't understand the relationship, but had encouraged him to finally give up his bachelor ways. Killian had enjoyed his life as a single man thoroughly and would not miss out on anything except for one thing; true love. He was ready to accept that perhaps that wasn't in the cards for him. He could settle for the relationship he shared with Milah. She was a good match; she was from a good family, and a union between them could solidify the business. People married for less.

The next day, Emma goes to school and she is pulled aside by Silv.

"Emma, you had a visitor yesterday," Silv informs her.

"Uhm, I did? I don't remember seeing anyone." Emma quirks a brow.

"No, no there was a man looking for you, but you know Miss Blue and her rules. She sent him away and he was unhappy. He even mentioned stopping the donations in the name of his mother, Alice Rogers-Jones. That caused Miss Blue to be upset all day. I don't know if we can fix it, but the money we receive from her estate is the most generous one." Silv worries her bottom lip.

"Oh, so maybe I shouldn't go to class today. I know how Miss Blue gets. She is going to make my day miserable, isn't she?" Emma sighs.

"I don't know, but chances are high. Oh, and Emma, Alice Rogers was close friends with your mother. Maybe you can find a way to use that to get Mr. Jones to reconsider stopping donations. He seemed to be reconnecting with his dead mother since he's been in town," Silv suggests.

Emma pinches the bridge of her nose. "Alright, I will see what I can do. I guess I better go." Emma smiles at Silv and leaves campus.

Emma enters Granny's as Ruby is about to leave. "Hey Ems, have you seen that hottie staying here?" Ruby winks.

Emma sighs. "Is Mr. Hottie here?"

Ruby thinks for a moment. "Nope, I saw him leaving to go for a run. At least that's what it looked like from what he was wearing. That's when I noticed him. I had heard the girls talking about him. Mr. dark-hair, sexy accent, and eyes to die for, but how do you know him?"

"I don't know him, Ruby."

"You just asked if he was here and you should be on campus already. Shit, I'm going to be late," Ruby whines.

"Damn it, I guess I can try later. I wanted to avoid Miss Blue. Come on, let's go." Emma puts her arm around Ruby.

On the drive, Emma explains what had happened. She leaves out some details because Ruby couldn't stop laughing at her.

Emma's day is filled with dread waiting for Miss Blue to call her to her office and lecture her, but it never happens. Astrid explains she was not feeling well. Small miracles.

Killian is about to cross the street to Granny's when he sees the blonde from the other day leaving the diner with Granny's granddaughter. He winces, he had heard the old lady yell at her a couple of times already. He tries to hurry to get a better look at the blonde, there is something familiar. Maybe it's the way she carries herself. He scratches behind his ear. The thought is preposterous; he has not even met her, but yet... Bloody hell, he feels like such a wanker. He's acting like a creep. His eyes linger on her without his permission.

He enters the Diner and sits down in a booth near the door. His eyes gaze out the window.

"Hello, I'm Ashley and I will be your waitress today," Ashley introduces herself.

Killian smiles. "Hello, I'll just have some scrambled eggs, toast, and a banana if you have it. Orange juice and a glass of water as well."

She smiles and walks away.

Killian finishes his breakfast and goes up the stairs to his room to shower. He's about to finish getting ready when his phone rings. Killian grimaces when he sees the caller ID with a photo of his brother pop up. "Hello brother. How may I help you today?"

"Killian, I need you to come back home, now! Your betrothed has been harassing me nonstop. Please brother for all that is holy, come home and make her stop. She calls me constantly to complain, and it's always the same question. 'Why did I send you away on business?'" Liam sighs. "Why did you tell her it was a business matter?"

Killian laughs. "I'm sorry Liam, was I supposed to tell her I left town because a letter that wasn't addressed to any one caused my older brother to have a hissy fit? That you sent me away to fix it? You're a big boy, deal with it."

"Kill-" That's all Liam manages to say.

Killian smiles big as he disconnected the call. He looks out the window. Should he go to the marina? He finishes getting dressed and grabs his wallet, opting to leave his phone in the room. He doesn't want to deal with Liam.

Emma is supposed to meet the girls to practice at MM's house, but she has been nervous all day so she figures she should apologize to Jones first. She's in front of room 204 once again, takes a deep breath, and knocks. She waits, no answer. She shakes her head. Maybe he went to eat or take a walk. What else can he be doing in town? She waits one second just to be safe but no answer.

Another lost opportunity and her time to come clean was coming to an end soon.

Emma rushes out to meet the girls for practice. They had decided to practice at Mary Margaret's house since they wanted to surprise Miss Blue. Emma arrives just in time to change to Leo and start.

Killian finds Blanchard Farmers Market not far from the fish market by the harbor. The smell of the sea had called him to the pier and he inevitably became hungry from walking all day. He was pleased they served fish and chips like back home. He enjoyed his meal and left, eventually finding the Blanchard Farmers Market. The fruit and vegetables look delicious. He opts for some crisp apples and sweet oranges to keep in his room at the Inn. He wonders if he will ever see his friend "Leo" again, or if said friend had passed on his message; he hadn't received any indication the elusive Emma had contacted him. With a shrug, he heads back to the Inn before he goes looking for his friend. He wonders if he can ask Granny for the address or the phone number of the Nolans, but decides to find someone else for the information and use her as a last resort.

He had tried using his cellphone internet, but the town is as if it is trapped in the nineteen eighties for the most part. Killian approaches a rotund man at Granny's. "Excuse me, Sir?" Killian asks with a smile.

The man looks back at Killian with a scowl. "What is it? Can't you see I'm enjoying my food?" the man all but growls.

Killian mutters under his breath, So much for small-town hospitality. "I'm sorry to bother you. Could you direct me to the Nolans' home?

The man laughs. "Did Emma get a hold of you?"

He sighs. "Look, we all love her, but she makes idiots of the men she gets involved with." He shakes his head.

Killian quirks a brow. "No, actually I made acquaintance with her brother. We didn't exchange information, unfortunately."

"Hmm, all right." The grumpy man knows how friendly one of the Nolan twins is, so he takes out a small notepad from his shirt's pocket and scribbles on it, handing the paper to him.

Killian takes the paper and smiles. "Thanks, mate."

"The name is Leroy," he grumbles.

"Ah, to show my appreciation for your kindness, how about I pay for your meal?" Killian asks.

"Thank you. I appreciate it," Leroy says begrudgingly as he begins eating again.

Killian arrives at the address quickly. He notices a group of men arguing outside the house. He approaches slowly and tries to go unnoticed until he hears the subject of their conversation.

Jefferson says, "She's an artist, why would she want to be with anyone who would suffocate her creative side?"

August chimes in with, "I've known her the longest, what better partner than a friend?"

Graham scoffs. "Emma needs someone who will show her adventure and is experienced."

Killian can't help but scratch behind his ear as he makes his way to the front door to knock.

"Excuse me," one of the men says from behind him.

Killian clears his throat as he turned to face the group of admirers.

"Are you here to see Emma?" the man with a slight accent asks.

Killian shakes his head. "No, I'm looking for her brother."

The group nods and the relief on their faces is evident.

"He's not here," the man says. "I'm Sheriff Humbert. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Killian shakes his head in disappointment. "No, thank you."

"Wait!" one of the other men shouts. "Please, help us settle a disagreement. See, we all think Emma should choose us to be with. I was wondering if an unbiased opinion would help clear this up for us."

Killian looks at the Sheriff. He is about his age, with the other two men being younger. "I'm sorry, but shouldn't it be her decision? I don't know the lass in question personally, but it should be her choice. When you know, you know," he says as he walks away, not wanting anything further to do with their argument.

The three men, not satisfied with his answer, begin bickering again almost immediately.

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beyoncesdragon · 5 years ago

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The Sin (Tommy Shelby)

Requested: no, it also has no real...purpose. (same)

Warnings: Some unfaithfulness, a very pissed off Tommy and a very heated make out sesh. sorry Gracie nothing personal

Summary: It’s an invite that went missing and feelings got that returned. Just a little late, a little unfortunate and a little unholy.

a/n: I am not entirely happy with this, maybe I'll change up some things...also, I do not like a cheater, at all, but...I had this idea whilst re-watching Episode #3.1. and it wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you enjoy nonetheless...

My Masterlist

The door of the car opened swiftly and I grabbed the hand that was offered to me as a help, for stepping out of the high vehicle. “Thank you George.” I mumbled under my breath before I straightened myself up and raised my eyes to meet the monstrosity of a house that was in front of me. My gaze wandered up to the high windows, the fire bowls that were lit and the pale stone of the walls. A neat little mansion, no doubt. “No problem M’lady. When will I be picking you up again?” I turned my head towards him and gave him a little smile. “Oh don’t bother to wait. I am sure Thomas will provide something for me…that at least he owns me.” George nodded softly, bowing his head politely. “I then wish you a lovely night Ma’am.” I gave him another smile before clutching the little bag in my hands tighter. My eyes turned cold as I looked back to the house and walked towards it. The gravel under my shoes crunched and the beads on my dress scrapped against each other in an oddly calming manner. Just a few steps and I’d reached the doors…just on the steps I stopped. Was I really going to do this to me? Well, George was gone already, so there was no way of backing away from this. I tried to remember the hot feeling of anger that even made me come here…I remembered immediately. Pressing my lips together quickly, I entered the house and immediately ran into none else than Michael. His eyes grew wide at my sight, the girl next to him immediately shot me a suspicious look. But I ignored her – Michael was too young for me anyways, she should calm down a tad.

“It can’t be! Long-time no see!” Michael called out, immediately engulfing me in a tight hug. He’d grown a tad taller, so that he now towered me. “Yet I am here. Hello Michael, how have you been?” he shrugged softly, a sly grin falling from his lips. “Great, really. Business is going well and believe it or not, but I just recently thought about reaching out to you myself. About that steep we bought…seems ages ago. We just wondered if there’s been a chance of breeding those parents again.” I rose my eyebrows a bitter smile flitting over my lips. “I would have to check that.” Was my only answer before clearing my throat uncomfortably. “However Michael…I believe you have some unfinished business going on and I should probably go on and find the man of the night himself…” I excused myself hastily, ignoring his immediate frowning. He’s always been one to be good in reading people and this time was no exception. “Sure…” he stuttered a tad overwhelmed by my sudden urge to get going, reaching for my arm. “John’s somewhere back there, if you need any…guidance.” He offered gently, giving my arm a soft squeeze. I bowed my head softly, a tiny smile appearing on my lips. “Thank you Michael. Have a great night.” And with that I walked off, feeling his attentive gaze following me.

Michael had been right, John really stood there, right in front of a door…leading into a sort of ballroom. Surely, money wasn’t an issue in this household. But it seemingly had never really been, at least not since I knew the Shelby’s. Back to John: he was eagerly talking to a man who was strange to me, but as his eyes fell on my approaching frame, he excused himself hastily. “Look who turned up tonight challenging the Garrison with her looks!” he joked, hurrying towards me. The golden fabric and pearls on my dress threw soft specks onto his suit for a second, right before he wrapped his arms around me for a tight hug. “I thought I could give it a go…with all the gold you know.” I mumbled amused, carefully adjusting his suit as we parted. “You look good John-boy. All serious and grown up I see?” John laughed softly. “You sound surprised.” I shrugged softly, allowing my eyes to wander over the many people that stood just in the hallway. “I am only surprised that you behave decent in midst all these red uniforms?” a soft growly escaped his lips as he shook his head. “Provocation all along. They were supposed to come dressed accordingly.” I chuckled and carefully nudged his arm. “Relax John. I was only teasing it…” I tried to calm him down and he immediately loosened up. “There’s a race later on, I bet. Gonna use one of yours, that brown one.” I smiled softly. “Pacific Princess II.” I hummed adoringly. Good breed that one. “ ’xactly that one, Ma’am. Tommy said that we might need another one o’ those.” My smile fell a little bit. “Yeah, Michael who I met earlier, already told me that…speaking of your brother, where can I find him?” John’s eyes immediately clouded softly. “Come with me.” He had immediately understood and I appreciated it. I followed him into the ballroom and through the dancing people until John suddenly stopped. “Uh Tommy…I’ve got someone for you.” I heard him say before he stepped aside and revealed a dressed up Tommy Shelby in all his goring elegance. The effect my appearance had on him was truly remarkable: he instantaneously paled a bit, his eyes grew wide and he finished his drink immediately. John gave us a short nod before walking off and giving us the space we needed. “So?” I started, walking over to the trays with the drinks. “I supposed my invitation got lost on its way huh? Or how comes that I heard from you fucking wedding over someone who was certainly not you?” he grabbed another drink. “I thought it we be for the better if…” “If what? I don’t get to experience one of the most important nights of your life?” he just gulped. “I never got to see you waiting for that bride walking down the aisle, I never got to watch the bridesmaids squabble over the bouquet and I never saw you all dressed up and nervous and…I missed all of it! Why? How dare you not inviting me? You could’ve at least fucking told me that you get bloody married!” Tommy sighed, eyes trailing down my dress. “I am sorry. But I thought it would be for the better.” I just hummed, taking a small sip from my drink. “Better for who? Me or you?” He cleared his throat. “Both of us.”

My reply was a hollow laugh, the pure and epitome of what kind of bitter amusement I felt, the ache in my chest and the urge to slap and, sadly, kiss the beautiful bastard. “I would’ve been happy for you Tommy. I thought you knew that.” He said nothing, silently sipping on a new drink. “You are wrong for that Thomas, wrong and a selfish bastard.” He said nothing, just a flicker of regret sparked up in his eyes. His damn eyes, blue nothing I had ever seen before, like the sky and the ocean and every starflower growing in my garden back home.

“Nothing to say?” I huffed scornfully, taking yet another gulp of my drink. Tommy sighed, eyes wandering across my face, lingering on my lips for a second too long. “Nothing I didn’t already.” He said, eyes still burning into me. I couldn’t help but feel hot under his gaze, he still had that effect on me. Before any of us could say another word, a slender hand got placed on Tommy’s shoulder. “Tommy.” Her voice was soft like the silk of her lavender dress, her hair styled in delicate water waves and make up just so very subtle.

Grace Burgess…or Shelby, now.

“Grace...” Tommy cleared his throat, placing a hand on her waist. “Let me introduce you to someone…” he drifted off, eyes never meeting mine. He was nervous…interesting. He seemed to have lost his trail of of words completely, so I decided to take over the situation by introducing myself and offering her my hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Grace smiled thin-lipped, sensitive to Tommy’s behaviour around me. “Nice to meet you as well. How do you know each other?” I could hear the distrust in her voice. “Work.” Tommy and I explained promptly, sharing an almost amused look. “I’m where he gets his horses from, some of them, at least.” I went on, giving her a forced smile. She just nodded again. “So your business partners then?” I squirmed at the word “business partner”. Tommy and I used to be so much more than that…yet, it was reduced to business partners. “Something like tha’.” Tommy mumbled, not looking at me. The atmosphere got tense again, uneasy, full of unsaid truths and heavy lies. “I have a gift for you, Grace. A wedding gift.” I suddenly said, reaching for my small purse I had around my arm. “Oh you do? That would’ve not been necessary, really!” Grace exclaimed, curiously watching my fingers pulling out a sleek, black velvet bundle. Tommy frowned softly, not really recognising what I had wrapped into the silky fabric. “Please…open it.” I said softly, handing her the package. She did, immediately. As she folded back the last layer, she as well as Tommy took a sharp breath. Just that Tommy’s eyes were wide of horror and disbelief, and hers of delight and wonder. “Breath-taking, really.” Grace exclaimed excitedly, lifting the necklace with the filigree heart-shaped emerald up. The cut stone captured the yellowish light around it and seemingly caught fire. A deep green gloom glinted in its core, cold and rich. The most beautiful gift Tommy Shelby had ever made me. “A heart for his rightful owner…” I said with a small but bitter smile. But I wasn’t looking at her, but at Tommy. Tommy, whose face was pale and full of pain as he obviously recognized the necklace. At my words he flinched visibly, causing Grace to look up from the emerald. “Rightful owner…what do you mean? Is there history, perhaps?” I quickly shook my head. “Of course not. Just because the emerald is in the shape of a heart.” No history at all. No Tommy kissing me in the dark after slipping the necklace around my neck. No Tommy kissing up my neck as he fastened the tiny fastener. No Tommy hugging me close when he came over. No Tommy burying his head in my neck. No Tommy making love to me. No affectionate touches and needy kisses.

No history. Of course not.

Tommy gulped heavily, eyes boring into the green stone. It flashed up as Grace lifted it up, as if it would throw me a mocking wink. It was now in Grace’s hands, just like the man I thought I loved.

“How…fascinating. Grace, dear, I need to quickly discuss something with her…about the horses. She so seldom around, I got to use the opportunity. You can handle this, ye?” Tommy asked, an angry urge now in his tone. It made me raise my eyebrows. “Sure I can handle that…I’m a Shelby, forgot? You go on about your horse-business.” She said with a soft eyeroll before giving me a quick smile. “Thank you so much. It is truly beautiful.” I gave her a small nod, watching her slender body turn around and walk away. Almost instantly I felt a tight grip on my upper arm and Tommy urging me out of the room. I almost expected him to drag me outside and kick me out of the house, but he stormed upstairs, towards a dark brown door. He had dropped my arm by now, his angry breathing echoing in the empty hallway. He pushed the door up with force, stepping aside to reveal a neat, yet incredibly large office. I said nothing, simply stepped into his bureau. I heard the door slam shut and the clicking of a lock before I turned around to a fuming Tommy. “Why…why did you give her that? Have you lost your mind?” his voice was full of anger and hurt. “Have I lost my mind? Me? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this very question, after all you did?” he only snorted, walking towards me in long strides. “Why this necklace? You know how fucking much it means…” I let out a dry laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. “How much it means? Nothing. It means absolutely nothing, not to you however. You didn’t even had enough balls to invite me to your wedding or…tell me that you have a son.” Tommy, who had his mouth opened again, shut it quickly. I laughed angrily, shaking my head. “What is this Tommy. Why did you drag me in here?” He looked like he was questioning it the same second, when suddenly he straightened himself up and walked over to his table. “Why did you come?” he then asked again, leaning against the dark wood. I shook my head. “I don’t know. To congratulate you.” he laughed humourlessly, staring on the carpet between us, as if he could spot the shatters of our relationship in between the thick threads. “You have not congratulated up to this point.” He only remarked, dark eyes darting up to meet mine. “Congratulations, you’re probably not going to fucking die alone.” A hollow laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head again. “Who would have fucking thought. Now, why are y’here.” It wasn’t a question anymore, more a demand. And it rubbed me the wrong way. “I don’t fucking know! Because I was angry, hurt who the fuck cares, right? Why did you leave us behind, why did you run?” He frowned angrily. “I did not run! There was nothing to run from, fucks sake! Stop bringing up the past!” this time it was me walking towards him, fire blazing in my throat. “Stop bringing up the past? Alright, then stop panicking over a fucking necklace then! You make no sense!”

“I make no sense? You know what, you…” he had started to walk towards me now, causing me to stumble back. Soon I was stood flushed against the bookshelf behind me. He was incredibly close now, so close that every time he took an angry breath, his chest brushed over mine. I could smell his perfume and the whisky from his breath, I could smell him. my eyes flickered over his face, stopping on his lips. His breath got caught in his throat when he realised and his angry rambling stopped. It was quiet for a second before he took a hazy breath. “Fuck.” I could hear him mutter, right before he finally pressed his lips against mine.

And oh how I had missed him. His kiss burned on my lips like a bonfire, a red glowing tickle that ran through my body. His lips parted softly, tongue running over my bottom lip. He was so desperately kissing me that I could hardly breathe. Hands wandered down my body, frantically drawing me closer, suddenly the other one went up again, stopping at my neck. I had my arms around his neck, fingers in his hair. His tongue brushed only against mine, but the feeling…the feeling was impeccable. He tasted to sweet, so dangerous so sinful against me, like everything I ever desired. Everything I missed and everything why I came here tonight. To see him. Not particularly to kiss him but…

As we parted, it was quiet again, panting breaths the only thing that could be heard. We were both staring at each other’s lips for a moment, not quite processing what had just happened before moving closer again. It was as if some unseen force was drawing us together as our lips met again. It was a frustrated kiss, we both knew that it was wrong, both knew that the other had to go. That the other was married. But the thought of guilt and shame was so quickly forgotten when Tommy let out a little throaty moan as I bit down on his lips. And as he deepened the kiss and tightened his fingers just slightly around my throat, I was sure that I even forgot my own name.

“This…” He pulled away just slightly, immediately attaching his lips to my skin again, “this is why you couldn’t come to the wedding.” He bit down softly on the soft skin of my neck and I closed my eyes in bliss. “Unfaithful…bastard.” I just pushed out, too lost in his touches to really care. “I know. Fuck.” His pupils were so far dilated that almost all his blue was gone. “You shouldn’t have come.” I only snorted. “I’ll go home then…” He had his lips on mine again, faster than I could register.

The envelope was heavy in my hands, a familiar heavy. I already knew what I held in my hand and I could only sigh about it. I carefully sliced the paper, letting its content slip into my left hand. The emerald glistened in the sun, its polished facets burning in all shades of green. I sighed and shook my head, almost slipping the necklace back into the envelope, when the ringing of my telephone ripped me out of my thoughts. I already knew who it was when I picked up, so I just waited. “Has it arrived?” the hoarseness of his voice sent chills over my body. “It has. Why did you send it back?” silence greeted me. “I did not send it back. I sent it home.”

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smoochi-dazai · 4 years ago

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✿ “ Perfect Two ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Nakahara Chūya | reader / @soukokuwu

—> Sweet | Gift / Songfic

—> Description | It’s a surprise. Love you Rachel <3 feel better and remember to smile honey.

Note: I’m sorry if it’s bad, it’s really late and I didn’t have much energy to begin with. I just really wanted to make you smile today, you deserve so much. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but Chū and I are here for you. It’s pretty rushed sadly... I hope it’s tolerable still atleast. Ngl I feel sorta sick at the moment, but when there’s a friend in need- you are my priority. Probably a lot of mistakes too. 😭 it’s almost 4am-

Words 2.5

When you first met, the last scenario to play in Chūya’s mind was for you to be standing in front of him with a beautiful white gown. Those adoring eyes of yours, leaking any emotions you tried to conceal in your heart— the same heart you’ve given to him since your first exchange of smiles.

But here he was, getting dressed in a expensive tuxedo, preparing to await for his beloved future wife in the wedding room.

Imagining you in a gorgeous wedding dress had him shiver in anticipation, trying to calm down his flustered heart.

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly

You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly

You can be the captain

And I can be your first mate

You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

“ Let go of me, Chūya! ” You growled, beginning to whine as Chūya reached over you for his wine glass which you rudely snatched from his grasp while his back had been turned. “ You’re heavy as hell, fuck off before I make you regret it! ” The frustration in your tone seemed to increase rapidly, trying to convince yourself to be genuinely angered with the hot headed boy leaning against you. He practically had you pinned on the couch while you held his wine glass in an outstretched arm. Chūya’s shorter arms unable to reach for it while cursing at you under his breath, attempting to keep himself composed for you. He never enjoyed yelling at women, but it was so incredibly hard with your proud smirk forming before his eyes.

“ Until you return what you fucking stole, I refuse. Now hand it over ” Chūya’s voice was rather composed aside from the curses, until you still refuse to budge. Losing all rational thoughts, he applied more of his weight ontop of your body, his lips grazed against your ear while muttering in an aggravated tone. “ I’d like to see you try and threaten me again, it won’t be pretty in a minute. Now hand over my wine so I don’t have to do something damn rash... ”

“ As if! You’re always rash, you don’t scare me Chūya.” You snicker, unfazed by his clear threat.

It was true, nothing he did was threatening to you.

He loved you so much, and that was his first date with you. Together you drank the night away, holding each other on the couch. He planned to go out to a restaurant but the weather had other plans. Drops of rain echoed in the room all night, adding to the atmosphere.

You can be the hero

And I can be your sidekick

“ Chuya, what happened?” You gasp at the sight of him outside in the rain, returning home from yet another Mafia business trip. “ Are you okay? ” Your concerned voice echoes throughout the darkened skies, observing your injured boyfriend.

“ I’ll be fine, just ran into a couple morons who really pissed me off. Fuckers were stronger then they look— huh? ” As he began to speak, you were already dragging him inside of the house. Running throughout the home in search of medical aid, he couldn’t help but smile. Watching you stumble over your own feet as you arrived back in front of him, a small chuckle escaped his throat. Catching your attention, you kneel down to tend to all his cuts and bruises, allowing your chin to lift a bit and stare at him for a moment in confusion.

You were always waiting at home, welcoming him with open arms. An uncontrolled warmth lit a flame in his heart, each and every time you’d aid him with any issues that would come up.

He loved you so much.

“ Take me with you next time, even if I’m not as flashy and powerful like you. I can’t stand you arriving home injured again. ” you mutter weakly against his skin, leaving small kisses on each bruise.

You can be the tear That I cry if we ever split

“ Why don’t you ever use your head, Chūya?! ” You shout will a pout by his grave mistake in eating the last of your food, this was your first argument. Silly really, it was all just a misunderstanding. Tears threatening to fall dramatically from your eyes, the puppy look was sickeningly cute to Chuya.

“ Hah?! How was I supposed to know that it was yours!? ” Chūya was incredibly frustrated, arguing with you over eating leftovers from the other day.

Even while you were angered, both of you were incredibly fond of the other.

You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'

Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Waking up at your side was always Chūya’s desire after your returned romantic feelings for one another.

“ Wake up, you’ll be late for a meeting again if you continue to cling on me like this— Chū? ” you desperately try to pry the fatigued red heads arms off your waist. His face nuzzled into your chest while keeping a firm grasp on your figure.

“ Hell to the meeting, I need you right now. ” Chūya grumbled, attempting to rest again peacefully without you nagging him about work he didn’t want to think about so early in the morning.

“ Come on Chū... please? I don’t want you to be late because of me. ”

Don't know if I could ever be without you

'Cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see That we're all we need

Exchanging smiles, laughs and happiness felt like pure bliss. Hand in hand, you both walk out in public together- enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn damn.

“ Keep your head down. ” Chuya suddenly said, while you simply tilted your head in confusion. As he accepted the fact you wouldn’t listen to his direct order, suddenly he lifted his hat off his head and shoved it over your face. Blinding you temporarily-

“ Wha-“ man you were confused, receiving no response was rather frustrated too. Lifting the hat off, you glare at him. Softening when you see a couple other men across the street who you could only assume wouldnt be too fond of chuya being away from work for a date with you. He was only hiding you for your own safety—

Thanking him with a peck on the cheek was plenty for him to begin smiling again. A small blush flushed on his cheeks.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

He loved you so goddamn much, and there you are. A blush adorned your cheeks as you stare at your feet shyly, walking down the isle for your wedding. Meeting his eyes as you lift your head. Both parties felt butterflies flap their wings in their stomachs.

Standing so vulnerably infront of him, all he could imagine was your future together. He was really marrying you here and now, it’s settled.

'Cause you're the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

Did he deserve something so beautiful? An angel dating a Mafia executive was odd, but he accepted it. The thought rarely crossed his mind, to distracted by your utter beauty.

You were really his, and his alone.

Preparing his vows, your Chū complimented you smoothly before exchanging a loving, warm hearted look. His eyes were so warm and endearing, your heart began to melt.

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

You were perfect for him, as he was perfect for you. The missing piece of the puzzle finally joined.

You can be the prince and I can be your princess

“ Why the hell did I agree to wear this. ” Chūya glared at himself in the mirror, a tiara placed on his instead of his typical hat. The same hat that you held over your own head happily, laughing at your cute prince in the shoes of a princess.

“ awe, stop complaining. You’re so cute, Chū~ “ Oh how he despises your teasing, growling as he rips off the tiara and chucks it to the side.

He looked ridiculous, wearing a cute frilly dress after losing a bet with you. Now he was forced to be a princess for his day off work, he’d complain more but atleast he could hear your cute laugh.

You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist

You can be the shoes and I can be the laces

You can be the heart that I spill on the pages

“ I bought something for you, I hope it’s to your tastes.” Chuya’s chilled voice meets your ears as he enters you home, a sudden smell of freshly made pastries hit your nose. Running over to greet him and the awaited snacks-

“ Is this from the bakery across town?! Chu!! You didn’t have to do this” you freaked out, wanting to repay him somehow. “ how much was it? I’ll get the money for you right now. ”

“ Not telling.”

“Why??”

“ I bought it of my own accord, a gift for my beautiful girlfriend. Accept it or I swear I’ll force you to eat it anyway. ”

Groaning, you were finally convinced to accept the gift. Opening the box he held onto, there was a bunch of little donuts freshly cake. They were decorated with tiny hearts sprinkled on them.

Taking the box, you set it aside. Whipping around, you immediately grasp onto his face— pulling the shorter male into a passionate kiss as thanks.

You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser

You can be the pencil and I can be the paper

You can be as cold as the winter weather

But I don't care as long as were together

“ You are covered in goosebumps, here- take my coat. ”

Before you could even refuse Chuyas offer, you felt a larger coat be thrown over your head. Smiling in the warmth, you can’t help but snuggle in the material of your boyfriends coat.

It was a snowy day out, sending chills throughout your body. The coat alone didn’t appear to work, so the normally hot headed boy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer to his. Radiating heat, you can’t help but melt against him. A pleasant sigh escaped your cold lips

Don't know if I could ever be

Without you 'cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see

That we're all we need

“ I love you. ” just those three words alone, were enough to tie chuyas heartstrings around your finger.

“ I love you too, Sweetheart. “ He muttered back, feeling as if he could faint in any moment.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Those same words never once lost their meaning, after your vows- both you and chuya leaned closer to each other.

“ I love you.” You both whisper in unison.

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

A timid smile was exchanged before chuya pulled you into a kiss, everyone began to cheer. Tearing up as they sat up and clap.

You regan wrapping your warms around his neck, resting on his shoulders while a hand found its way in his hair. Tugging it gently as you feel the kiss becoming much more intimate, deeper and to say in in simple terms- hot. At the same time, his hands grip your hips firmly.

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

...

God he loved you.

...

You know that I'll never doubt ya

And you know that I think about ya

And you know I can't live without ya

Marrying someone was always a tough decision, it was a lifelong dedication that may break. But you refused to let that happen with your beloved- even as a hot head, this bb would kiss every part of your body to let you understand how much he adores you.

Never once did Chūya have doubts for marrying you, he wanted this so badly it hurt. It was a dangerous game, to marry you even during his work at the mafia- but they all loved you. Mori and Elise insisted on arriving at the marriage to congratulate you.

I love the way that you smile

And maybe in just a while

I can see me walk down the aisle

“ Do you realize how hot you are? “ You randomly say out loud, not realizing your thoughts were brought to the real world.

“ Hah?” Chuya stared at you in utter shock. Not quite understanding if he heard you right.

“ I asked if you realize how Hot-headed you are, W-Why are you looking at me like that? “ you attempt to cover up your mistake, blushing bright red while turning your head away. Adverting you gaze from his to the wall-

Ah, the memories of your foolish coverups.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Pulling away from your passionate kiss, your eyes remain shut even after the connection. Chuya takes notice of this, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead to catch your attention. Allowing you to meet eye to eyes once again—

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for u)

You take the both of us (of us)

And were the perfect two

The ring officially will be stuck to your finger for eternity, glittering beneath the moonlight as you lift a hand to the sky. Allowing your head to fall against Chūyas shoulder. Both of you sat comfortably at the doorstep of your home— hours after you became officially husband and wife. Absolutely carefree, you guys ignored the rest of the world for just this moment.

An arm was strapped around your waist, securing you from any dangers of the night. Chuya refuses to let you frown so long as he’s there at your side, he loves that smile of yours. Planting a gentle kiss on your head.

Were the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two(yeah, yeah)

“ I love you. ”

“ I love you more.”

“ You sure about that?”

“Are you really going fight me on this?”

“Yes.”

Oh how you two haven’t changed.

~Fin~

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i wanna marry you

part eight: i wanna marry you

Summary: You and Freddie finally decide to get married a year after Vita is born

Warning: a wedding, so lots of fluff. I think that’s it though... I guess a tiny bit of angst because I couldn’t help myself

Author’s Note: So here’s what’s up! Since it had been a full year that I added another chapter to this story before I posted part seven, I’m adding a HUGE time jump so that we’re all in the same timeline -- and so I don’t get confused. I probably won’t have too many more chapters (maybe I’ll go to 13 because it’s 31 backwards? and my lucky number? who knows, I haven’t decided yet,) but I hope you enjoy these next few chapters. I was going to include the wedding in this chapter but I changed my mind but on the plus side, I at least know what the next chapter will be so hopefully the next chapter will be out relatively soon after this one. AND REMEMBER! my asks are always open but I will never promise when I will get to them but I love getting them no matter what! 😘

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The world going into quarantine four months after your baby was born felt like both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because Freddie would actually get to bond with Vita and a curse because, well, neither of you would be able to get away from each other until it was over. But when Freddie told you that Auston had invited him to spend some of the quarantine with him in Arizona, you were back to feeling overwhelmed

“You’re really just going to leave?” you snarled through the phone

“It won’t be long. We’ll be back together before you know it”

“Freddie, you have a newborn baby here”

“I know”

“And a fiancé”

“I know”

“You’re already on the plane aren’t you?”

“No”

“Why are you being so secretive right now?”

“I’m almost home. Do you wanna just wait to talk?”

“FREDDIE!” you yelled

“Don’t wake Vita!” he yelled back

“I swear to god Freddie...” you started to chastise him just as he walked through the door, ending the call so he could walk toward you, “you’re just here to grab some clothes and take off?”

“It’s just for a little while.. to get away from the city”

“Why do you need to get away from us?!” you whisper yelled, gesturing to where Vita was sleeping

“Come with me...” he stated, “both of you”

“What?”

“Come to Arizona and we can all isolate in the sun”

“Freddie.” you sighed before rubbing your temples, “aside from the fact that our daughter is barely four months old and has seen very little of the sun, Auston is an immature man child who I know for a fact isn’t going to follow any of the guidelines”

“Maybe he will!” Freddie argued

“He won’t!”

“He will if you’re there...”

“That’s a bullshit lie and you know it!”

“(Y/N), baby, elske, do you trust me?” he asked, resting his hands softly on your arms and you cocked your eyebrow in response

“I trust you. Not him. I don’t think it’s necessary for you to get out of the city for three months. Away from your daughter when you could be bonding with her”

“We just need some clarity... and some sun”

“I think you should be here”

“Trust me, okay, quarantine won’t be that long and I’ll be back here before you know it; all up in your space so much you wish I was gone...” He was wrong, obviously, just like you knew he’d be the second he said it. He came back in late June, four months into the quarantine, but he didn’t have much downtime with you and Vita before he went right into training mode for the qualifiers. Your heart sunk when you couldn’t be there to cheer him on or bring your daughter to see her daddy on the ice but honestly, with how the rest of the season turned out, maybe it was better that she couldn’t fully comprehend anything yet. When he finally came back, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days and he crashed into you as though you were a life raft saving him from the treacherous waves of the NHL.

“Hi baby” you whispered as he knelt down in front of you to rest his face in your chest and wrap his arms around your waist

“Hi” he groaned

“Wanna pick-me-up?” you asked, trying to get him to stand up

“Whatcha got for me?” he said, smiling as he looked up at you

“Your daughter would love to see you. She’s gotten so big”

“Is she awake?” he asked, standing up happily with a goofy grin on his face

“I don’t know,” you giggled, “why don’t we check?” He followed you to the living room, quietly, where you both saw Vita playing with coloured blocks and Freddie made his way to her.

“Hello, little one!” he cooed as he sat gently in front of her, making you laugh at the enormous size difference between the two of them.

“Vita’s been falling asleep to your voice notes every night” you told him

“Yeah?” he asked her, handing her a block for her to play with and she looked at him as he spoke to you

“Look,” you said, nodding at her, “she recognizes your voice”

“Do you? Do you recognize my voice baby girl?” he cooed, before leaning in and poking her stomach, earning an adorable giggle from her

“Your head is the size of her entire body...” you laughed

“She’s perfect” he said, continuing to tickle Vita

“We missed you so much” you whispered, finally sitting down next to them before Freddie picked Vita up, bringing the two of them close to you

“I think I missed you more” he replied, kissing your temple and the top of Vita’s head

“Don’t leave again, please, just..” you pleaded, “stay, okay?” He smiled as you leaned into him, watching as your daughter fit perfectly into his arms

“Okay” he replied with a kiss to the crown of your head.

Two months later

“Trade rumours are beginning to swirl around Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs,” the voices on the T.V. blared through the house as Freddie watched from the living room, “The Calgary Flames and Carolina Hurricanes are both looking at the Danish Goaltender.” You turned the corner to find your fiancé in front of the T.V. with his head in his hands

“Freddie,” you whispered while carrying your daughter on your hip, “baby, don’t watch this stuff...”

“I haven’t heard anything from Kyle” he replied and you sat down next to him, bouncing Vita on your knee

“Maybe that means that these rumours are just that. Rumours.”

“Maybe,” he said quietly, “but it all sounds very.. real”

“Okay? So, what if it is?” you said, trying to get him to look at everything differently

“Well then I won’t play for Toronto anymore...” he returned and you shook your head

“And...?”

“And we’ll have wasted our money on this giant house...”

“So...?”

“So, I’ll have to spend my last years in the League in a city that isn’t... doesn’t feel like home”

“Baby,” you whispered, moving closer to him to kiss his cheek, “whatever happens, if you get traded or not, you’ll have us. I will go anywhere with you”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m just worried.”

“Well, why don’t we take our minds off of it? Off the trade rumours. Off the Leafs. Off the NHL in general...”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, pulling you closer to him to sneak a kiss

“Yeah,” you smiled before pulling away from him and handing over your daughter for him to hold while you made your way back to the kitchen, “but I wasn’t talking about that.”

“Okay.. but you can think about it now” he smiled at you, his footsteps following closely behind you

“I was talking about the wedding,” you admitted, “start sending out invites. Pick out décor and dresses and tuxes, locations...”

“You want me to help you plan the wedding?” he asked and you laughed at his response

“It’s our wedding. Of course, I want you to help. Give me your input, taste test the cakes..”

“You know I’m just gonna go along with whatever you want”

“Oh, I know,” you scoffed, “but that’s what makes it so fun.”

“Alright. If you say so,” he smiled as Vita let out a playful squeal, “let’s start with the date. I have a feeling, everyone’s going to be pretty available this December. And you said you wanted a New Year’s Eve wedding...”

“I did. In a perfect world...”

“Well, here’s your perfect world. New Year’s Eve, 2020.”

“New Year’s Eve, 2020?”

“New year’s Eve, 2020.”

“You sure?”

“Of course”

“Alright. New Year’s Eve, 2020, it is!”

“We’ve got the when, how about the where? Here? Denmark? Vienna? New York?”

“I love New York... I think most people can get there easily. Easier than Denmark or Vienna”

“New York it is. Let’s look online for availability...”

“Can we look at the Kings Theatre?” you asked and he seemed to be shocked at your request

“You’ve already put some thought into it, huh?”

“I love Theatre and could you imagine the opulence of it all? It’s been newly renovated and on New Year’s Eve? Everyone will be willing to go full black-tie!”

“Alright... let’s give it a shot” he smiled, standing up and swaying Vita side to side as he cooed at her and made his way to his laptop, “mommy and daddy are getting married, little Vita.”

“Oh my gosh, how cute will she look as our flower girl?!” you cooed to both of them, rubbing your thumb on the soft skin of your daughter’s hand. Freddie laughed before kissing the top of Vita’s head and turned to you

“I love you so much,” he smiled, “both of you.”

“We love you too, daddy” you giggled

Freddie’s P.O.V.

It didn’t surprise you that (Y/N) had thought of nearly every detail of the wedding, including the location, but hadn’t told you. When the two of you looked up dates at the Kings Theatre in New York, she was convinced there was no way they’d even have an opening or that they’d even let you in with a big group of people because of the pandemic but you decided to call them

“They’re available on New Year’s Eve” you told her and her eyes went wide as she mouthed ‘are you serious?’ and you nodded with a smile, “you want to book it?”

“Capacity?” she whispered, referring to how many people you were allowed to invite, once you got the answers to all your questions, (Y/N) told you to book it and you set off to make everything go as smoothly for her as possible but as soon as you hung up with the Theatre, you noticed her face go pale

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I don’t know if I can get a dress in time...” she said, her eyes keeping straight, almost refusing to look at you

“Of course you can!”

“No, no, no..” she said, walking toward the bedroom, “you don’t understand. Finding the dress is one thing. But then it has to be ordered in my size and any alterations have to be done. We have two months until our wedding. And to send out R.S.V.P’s? Everyone is going to hate us”

“They’ll be fine. It’s not like anything is really happening..”

“How am I supposed to shop for a dress when we’re confined to our home?” she snarled

“Get someone to come here?” you suggested, “make a custom dress?”

“Oh like that’s gonna be any better” she scoffed

“It could be!” you laughed, “think about it. You get someone over here today, they take your measurements and talk with you about how you want the dress to look. Tell them to start on it right away and we send out the invites tomorrow...”

“It’s not that simple, Freddie..”

“Why not?“

“A custom dress with a rush on it is going to cost as much as this house. Probably more..”

“I don’t care,” you smiled, “I want to marry you on New Year’s Eve. I want to give you everything you want. If that means a custom made dress that sets me back 100 grand, then so be it. I love you, elske”

“I’m going to be so stressed”

“I’ll help you”

“Who’s gonna be in our bridal party?”

“Mitch, Stephanie, Zack, Alannah, Morgan, Tessa, Seb, Amalie, Lauren, and.. COGS!”

“Okay.. fine,” she scrunched her eyebrows and shook her head at your quick response, “what about the ring bearer and flower girl? Vita can’t do it, unless someone carries her down the aisle...”

“Valdimar, I’m sure, would make an excellent Flower Girl,” you laughed and she scoffed, rolling her eyes at you, “what about Oma?”

“What about Oma?”

“What if she walked Vita down the aisle, then they could both be our flower girls?”

“And your brother?”

“Ring Bearer”

“You don’t want him in the Bridal party? The grooms party?” she hesitated, going back and forth between the right phrasing, “you don’t want him to be a Groomsman?”

“I think 12 people up there is more than enough don’t you?”

“Yeah..” she bit her lip, “it’s actually a lot...”

“Who do you want to cut?” you smirked

“I don’t want to cut anyone. Who’s your best man?”

“Mitch” you said quickly to both yours and (Y/N)’s surprise

“So, Steph stays.”

“Easy. Who’s your Maid of Honour?”

“It’s gotta be my sister. She’d be pissed if it were anyone else”

“Fair, we’ll pair her with Andrew? So that leaves Zach and Alannah, Seb and Amalie, and Mo and Tessa”

“I love them all”

“But...” You pushed

“I don’t know Tessa that well...”

“Then there you go. Take out Mo and Tessa”

“But I thought you wanted Mo to be up there with you..”

“I do..” you said, “okay how about this. We keep Mo but put him with Alannah and take Tessa and Zach out?”

“Yeah.. okay. Yeah, I guess that works.” After those few decisions were made, everything seemed to fall into place. Invitations were sent out with an urgent R.S.V.P included and, as you expected, friends and family were quick to get back to you.

“New Year’s Eve huh?” Willy said over the phone, “that’s pretty fast. You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Willy” you replied, rolling your eyes before hanging up the phone

“Am I your best man?” Auston asked

“Sorry, not this time” you laughed

“Who then? You stayed with me for four months!” he was starting to get angry so you tried to calm him down

“I know. But I already promised Mitch...” you lied, hoping Auston wouldn’t catch it

“Fine. Whatever.” he scoffed and hung up the phone, leading you to smirk to yourself as you prepared yourself for more calls while (Y/N) and her sister went out to look at decor options. Before long, everything was sorted -- (Y/N) and her bridal party had their dresses picked out and sent for alterations, your groomsmen had their tuxes fitted as did you and everyone had sent back their R.S.V.P’s -- and all that was left was to decorate the venue and do a run through of the day.

“This place is amazing” (Y/N) cooed with Vita situated on her hip who was looking around in just as much awe as her mother

“It’s perfect” you replied as you followed your soon-to-be wife through the Theatre

“We’re getting married in two weeks!” she exclaimed, letting her mouth gape to let out a silent scream and you smiled at her before turning to the wedding planner

“We really appreciate you letting us do a run through now. I’m not sure what the typical protocol is, but since everything happened so fast, we had to focus on (Y/N)’s dress and the bridesmaid’s dresses...” you explained

“I absolutely understand. We’ll make any notes today if you’d like to change anything and make sure the changes are made before we leave so we can see if there will be any problems the day of.”

“Awesome” (Y/N) said from where she was standing, a big smile on her face that your daughter seemed to replicate when she looked at (Y/N)

“You have a beautiful family” the planner whispered to you

“Thank you,” you smiled, “I’m very lucky.” As the four of you made your way to your ‘dressing rooms,’ you noticed your fiancée stop a few times and just stare at the space, “babe, elske, what are you doing? We don’t have all day” you laughed

“Can you picture it?” she asked softly

“What?” you said, walking over to her and picking up Vita from (Y/N)’s arms

“The lights. The snow outside. Our guests coming in all in black tie attire. The pictures that we’ll have forever will be so... magical”

“Of course they will,” you smiled, kissing her forehead, “but we have to continue the tour.”

“Can you get a list to our photographer? About what shots we want on the day?” she asked the planner

“Absolutely!” the planner exclaimed, continuing to walk through the Theatre before asking if you wanted to do a run through of the ceremony.

“Sure!” you said and (Y/N) nodded emphatically

“Where should we put baby?” the planner asked

“I can just hold her” you giggled and the planner said that it might be easier if you weren’t, “I don’t mind.” He shrugged and proceeded to go along with the run through and (Y/N) nearly cried every five seconds, it was exactly what you’d imagined.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” she asked as you both stood on stage where you would be saying your vows, “marrying me, I mean. You still have time to back out. We’ve got the kid, if you don’t wanna be a husband, tell me now. Because I only intend to get married once.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I only want to get married once. And I want to marry you.” You smiled at her as she blushed at your words

“I love you” she said before leaning up to press her lips to yours

“I love you, too” you replied when she pulled back from the kiss

“Alright! And there it is! You say your ‘I Do’s,’ you kiss and then you walk off the stage back to the lobby, where you’ll be able to take a few pictures before the guests filter out and you say your thank yous before the reception. There will be a small break for everyone to go back to their hotels to change or whatever they’d like and so we can rearrange the lobby for when they come back for the party.” The planner explained and (Y/N)’s smiled beamed through the Theatre seats as you made your way to the lobby

“Perfect!” You exclaimed

“I’m so excited!” (Y/N) exclaimed in return and tucked herself into your side as a car was waiting for you out front. You waved goodbye to your wedding planner and let out a sigh of relief

“Whew!” you laughed, “you don’t want to back out do you?”

“WHAT?!” she scoffed, playfully hitting your shoulder, “NO. I told you up there, I only want to get married once and I wouldn’t have agreed to your proposal if I couldn’t see growing old with you.”

“I was only kidding,” you teased and she smiled back at you, “we’re going to get married and it’s going to be amazing”

“I will have nothing less.” She laughed before kissing your cheek, cuddling close to you as you rocked Vita on your knee.

#Frederik Andersen #Frederik Andersen imagine #Freddie Andersen #Freddie Andersen imagine #masterlist #the other masterlist #hockey #tml #i've always wanted a big opulent wedding #on a rooftop in New York City #or in a Grand Hotel #On Christmas or New Year's Eve #because obviously #what's more of a black tie affair than that?

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adenei · 4 years ago

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Always A Bridesmaid, Never A Bride - Chapter 6

AO3 || FFN

Hermione

It was official. I’d agree to anything if it meant I had a chance to spend time with Harry outside of work. I knew it was a problem, and it was blatantly clear when Jenny called me in a rush this morning. She thought she’d scheduled an appointment to set up her registry at John Lewis for Monday, but her days had gotten mixed up and she took the only open slot for Sunday.

Of course, I knew she’d already booked herself at the bridal salon and florist, and couldn’t fit it in as she was explaining her mix-up. I was going to suggest she reschedule, but then I heard her mutter about sending someone else, and thinking she was going to send Harry, I offered to go, too. So, despite telling myself numerous times to just call her and cancel, I still forged ahead, even though I knew my ulterior motive was despicable.

Jenny had slipped her list of items under my door while I was in the shower. I thought it was odd if she was sending Harry, but then maybe she didn’t have time to stop by his place before her first appointment.

I took the list and caught a taxi to take me to the department store in the city. My phone buzzed and I checked it to see I had a text from Jenny. Your reinforcement should be there soon. Thanks so much for doing this again! I decided to go in and get started at the registry desk since I knew the set-up process would take a while. Finally, after I finished the paperwork, I was ready to begin.

“So, here’s the scanner!” the clerk said. “This is all you’ll need to choose the items that you’d like. Once you hear the beep, you’ll know it’s been added. If you scan something by mistake, just scan it again to take it off. I’ll be here if you need anything, and if not, just drop the scanner off before you leave.”

“Thank you,” I said as I pulled the list out from my bag and determined where I should start first.

I was paying so much attention to the list, I didn’t notice someone joining me.

“Fancy meeting you here.” I looked up to see Ron standing next to me.

“Jenny sent you?” I asked. Surely, this was a joke.

“Are you surprised?” Ron asked me innocently.

“Yes, actually, I am. What writer helps with menial wedding tasks like this?”

“When I cover a wedding, I cover the whole wedding,” he explained as I shook my head. “So, where should we get started?”

“Probably housewares,” I said with a sigh.

I handed Ron the list to check things off as we scanned them. If he was here, I was going to make sure he was helpful. Maybe it’d make the job go by faster.

“Who needs all this useless junk, anyways?” he asked as I scanned a beautiful set of ivory candlestick holders. “Don’t they both have separate flats already? Surely, they have enough stuff between the two of them to outfit one apartment.”

I rolled my eyes in his direction. “When you’re starting a life with someone, you want to pick out items for the home you’re going to share together. You know, to make it both of yours instead of a mix of two people’s things,” I explained.

“So you’re telling me if you were to get engaged, you’d chuck all of your current stuff just to ask for new versions of the same stuff because you’re marrying someone else?”

“Well...not everything, but I’ve been inside Jenny’s apartment and it’s rather bare in there.”

“What about Harry’s stuff?”

“It’s okay, but he is a bachelor. He only has half the stuff he does because of Teddy,” I said.

“Harry has a kid?” Ron asked, his eyes wide.

I chuckled. “Not exactly. Teddy’s an orphan that’s part of the Boys & Girls Club. Harry’s his big brother. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if he really does try to adopt Teddy after he and Jenny are married.”

“And how does Jenny feel about that?”

“Why do you care so much?” I gave him an odd look.

“N-no reason. It’s just an interesting dynamic, that’s all.”

“Well, when we went to Teddy’s football game, Jenny seemed really taken with him. She’s surprisingly good with kids,” I mentioned offhand.

“Surprisingly? What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked curiously.

“Oh, um, I suppose she probably has several nieces and nephews if four of her brothers are married.”

“Ah. Well, that’s good, then. I’m sure they’ll make a beautiful family,” Ron said.

“Yeah,” I said distantly. It was hard not to think about it, even though I really didn’t want to.

Ron was looking at me curiously. “You know what I think you want?”

“What? Please bestow your infinite wisdom about me, a person you barely know, to me,” I scoffed.

“I think you do all this because you just want a wedding for yourself. Not an actual marriage, but a wedding.”

I stared incredulously at him. “How can you even say that? You don’t know me! Of course I want a marriage! Who wouldn’t want someone to spend the rest of their life with?”

“Well then why aren’t you looking harder for your ‘one true love’?” he said in air quotes. “You spend all your extra time helping brides and attending weddings, and it seems like you barely date.”

“I do too date!” I retorted.

“Yeah? When’s the last time you dated someone? I don’t count,” he said pompously.

“What do you mean you don’t count? Of course you don’t!” I argued.

“Oh, you wound me,” Ron said, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Are you going to answer the question?”

I stopped to think about it. Was it bad that I really couldn’t remember. Ron took advantage of my distraction to steal the scanner from me and started scanning random trinkets.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to take the scanner back.

He used his height to an advantage to block me. “Oh, come on, it’s all in good fun. Every couple deserves some random trinkets that they open and have to fake a smile for, don’t you think?”

There was a mischievous glint in his eye that made me laugh even though I should be scolding him. I was still mad at him for his accusations, but I was willing to play along so I didn��t have to answer the dating question.

“Is that what you think?” I said with a smile. “You’d want to open random gifts you didn’t ask for because someone thought it would be funny to play a joke on your registry?”

“It’s never going to happen for me, so it doesn’t matter what I’d do, now would it?”

Ron was smiling, but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. I stopped to contemplate his words for a moment. “Something must have happened to make you resent love so much. So, what is it?”

I snagged the list from his hand to see how we were doing as I began walking again. We needed to get to the linen section next. Ron still hadn’t answered me, so I decided to push his buttons a bit.

“Did your parents get divorced? An ex-girlfriend cheat on you with your best friend like in those cheesy romantic comedies? Or, were you left at the altar or something tragic like that?”

“Yeah, actually.”

I froze. I wasn’t really serious. I turned around to look at him. “What?”

“I was engaged a few years ago, but about two weeks before the wedding she called it off. Apparently she was more interested in my brother instead, and only realized it when she came home to meet the whole family.”

“Oh, my God, Ron, I’m sorry. It was—I didn’t mean it,” I apologized. That was awful and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

“It’s fine. I was too blinded by love to see that we weren’t a good fit anyways. My brother saw right through her shallowness and told her to fuck off. So, I guess there was a silver lining.”

I handed him the scanner. “Scan all the ugly things you want. I’ll feign ignorance as long as all the stuff on this list gets added.”

He let out a weak laugh. “Thanks.”

“Are you close with your brother, then?” We hadn’t discussed anything personal yet, aside from my involvement in weddings, but I found myself wanting to learn more about him.

“As close as we can be. He lives in Africa on a wild nature preserve.”

“And your ex was more interested in a—”

“Zoologist? Apparently. Guess my career as a writer wasn’t adventurous enough for her. Or it didn’t make enough money for her lifestyle.”

“If she’s more interested in money than love, you’re better off. You’ll find the one someday, I’m sure.”

“So will you...maybe,” he smirked.

“Good to see you being so supportive,” I said sarcastically.

Just like that, the moment had passed. Maybe I’d been a little too quick to judge Ron without knowing his backstory. First impressions were typically a good indication of a person for me, but now I was starting to think that maybe I’d misjudged him. Even though he reverted right back to his sarcastic ways, I was fairly certain that it was all a cover. I couldn’t help the feeling churning inside of me that yearned to know more.

Ron

I was sitting at my cubicle on Wednesday when Rita stopped by my desk. “How’s the article coming?”

I knew she was talking about the perpetual bridesmaid one. “It still needs work; still a rough draft,” I told her.

“I want to see what you’ve got. Email it to me,” Rita said bluntly before walking away.

“But—” It didn’t matter what I was going to try to say, she was expecting it and I needed to send it along.

I didn’t understand why I was hesitating, though. This was going to be my big break, and yet I had this nagging feeling in my stomach.

Sure, Hermione was strong minded and opinionated, but she was always so interesting to talk to. I found myself craving her company and wanting to learn more about her. Hell, I’d even admitted my darkest secret about Romilda that no one knew outside of immediate family.

The last time I put love ahead of my career I lost the section for my contributing investigative pieces and landed my arse firmly in commitments. I needed to stay focused so I shook the thoughts of Hermione from my head as I carried on with cleaning up the article. It’d been so long since I let anyone into my life, and I just didn’t know her well enough yet to trust her.

I did make one small concession, deciding not to use her real name because of the business. So I called her Hermione Wilkins in the article. No one needed to know, and it was my feeble attempt at protecting her identity. Satisfied with the draft, I pressed send on the email and moved onto my next task.

On Friday, Rita called me into her office. “This is really good, Weasley. You should be proud.”

I looked at her in slight confusion, not exactly sure which article she was talking about.

“The perpetual bridesmaid article! We’re running it on Sunday. You’re on the front page of the Styles section. And you’re out of commitments for good after you cover that Warrington/Potter wedding, of course.”

“Er, right. Yeah, thanks!” I tried to fake excitement over it, but the knot was pitted even deeper in my stomach.

“Why aren’t you more excited?”

“I just think it could use some more time, that’s all. She’s in that wedding, too. The one next weekend. Let me wait and see if I can learn more. You know, to add—”

“Ron, this is perfect as is. Isn’t this what you wanted? Or has someone taken a fancy to Ms. Wilkins?” Rita gave me a knowing smile, but it wasn’t a genuine one. It made me uncomfortable.

“Can we please just push publication one more week?” I asked once more.

Rita sighed dramatically. “I’ll see what I can do, but if you have started to care for her, you might want to tell her. You can go now. I’m sure you have things to accomplish before the weekend.”

I nodded slightly as I turned to leave. I had to find a way to tell Hermione. I wasn’t ready to lose whatever dysfunctional new friendship we’d created, but after she’d already accused me of lying to her, I had no idea how I was going to spin this. No matter how I looked at it, it was totally deceitful.

Not to mention my sister and all of her lies, too. No matter how annoying I thought Hermione could be, I knew she didn’t deserve that. She needed to know this was coming. I had to tell her.

~o~

My phone rang on Saturday afternoon. It was the first Saturday where I didn’t have to do anything related to weddings and it was brilliant, until I saw Ginny’s name on the caller ID.

“What?” I answered.

“I need your help.”

“Aren’t I already helping you enough?”

“Never,” Ginny said through a grin that I knew was undoubtedly plastered on her face.

“Well?” I asked, pretending to be annoyed.

“I just got a call that the favors are done and ready to be picked up in Brentwood. Harry was going to do it after the dinner tasting, but I’m worried that won’t give him enough time to get to Andover for dinner with Mum and Dad since it’s in the complete opposite direction!”

“So, you’re asking me to pick up the favors, then?”

“Unless you wanted to come to dinner—”

“Nope, I’m good. I’ve got to try and get a hold of Hermione tonight for something anyways,” I told her.

“Hermione?” Ginny’s voice sounded intrigued.

“Yeah, but it’s not what you think. It’s not like I’m into her or anything,” I said a little too quickly.

“Sureee,” Ginny teased. “Well, you’re in luck. She’s with Harry right now for the tasting at the Winchester in Putney. She offered to go to the tasting since I was wrapped up with things back home. Maybe she could go with you?”

“Yeah, maybe…” I had to admit that Ginny came up with a good idea.

“Listen, I have to go, we’re getting ready to leave now. Hopefully Harry will be hungry enough. I did reserve a later dinner, but Mum and Dad wanted to get settled at the inn beforehand since they didn’t want to drive home tonight…” Ginny trailed off.

“Okay, tell them I said hi, and I’ll take care of the favors for you.”

“Thanks, Ron, I owe you!”

“Yeah you owe me for a lot of—” I stopped talking once I realized she’d already hung up the phone.

“Doesn’t she believe in saying goodbye?” I said out loud as I shook my head.

I could be at the Winchester House in fifteen minutes. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I headed out the door and hailed a taxi.

When I arrived at the hotel, the maitre’d pointed me in the direction of where Harry and Hermione were seated. It was a relatively nice day. Warm and partly cloudy, but I could tell by the way the sky was changing that a rainstorm was coming in.

I walked through the main area to the outdoor seating section where I stopped near the doorway to look for them. I spotted them on the other side of the terrace overlooking the Thames at a small table. My first thought was of how gorgeous Hermione looked when she was smiling. She normally only reserved scowls for me, and I hadn’t realized how attractive she truly was until that moment.

The thought terrified me. I wasn’t sure if I was even ready to let someone else into my life like that. I’d sworn off love, convinced it wasn’t in the cards for me. If things were meant to look up, there was no way it could be her. Especially not after that article dropped. At least Rita was giving me more time to explain it to her.

I refocused on the two of them and began to take a few steps toward their table. That’s when I saw it. The look I’d seen on every bride who was hopelessly in love with their soon to be groom. How had I never realized it before? The way she smiled and leaned across the table.

All the unabashed flirting. Everything was making sense now. Why she was so upset at the club that first night, why she was so dejected when she called me, and why she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be part of my sister’s wedding. Hermione was in love with her boss, who was also my sister’s fiancée. I wasn’t sure what was worse. Her pining over a man who had no interest in her at all, or Harry’s complete obliviousness to the entire situation. I’d seen him around my sister long enough to know he only had eyes for her.

I was feeling a mix of hurt and anger that I hadn’t felt since Romilda left me, and I didn’t understand why because it wasn’t like I was in love with Hermione or anything. I just enjoyed her company and was keen on the prospect that she might be a good friend if we could get past her constant accusations.

At that moment I lost all my ambition to tell Hermione about the article, and even to ask her along on the wedding errand. I was about to turn and leave when Harry happened to look in my direction and called me over. Shit.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione looked at me in surprised annoyance.

Of course she was annoyed, I just ruined the probable fantasy she was currently living with this whole situation.

“Jenny called and asked if I could go pick up the favors with you before the shop closes.”

“Oh, I thought I was going to take care of that,” Harry said.

“Yeah, Harry and I were just getting ready to head to Brentwood now,” Hermione said pointedly.

“Well, the bride is worried that it’ll make him late for some dinner that’s past the other side of London, so…”

“Hmm, she does make a good point. And it looks like the rain is heading in, which would make travel conditions worse,” Harry said. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. Hermione’ll ensure everything is sorted as the maid of honor, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrow in question and knowing she couldn’t say no.

“I—I guess,” Hermione sounded deflated as she shot me a death glare as Harry was finalizing the menu.

Good. Someone needed to pop the bubble because she was holding onto a dream that would never come true.

“Great, thanks again, you guys. I better get going if I have to stop home before heading to Andover.”

Harry got up and clapped me on the back as he took off toward the exit. I smiled widely at Hermione, who looked like she was going to murder me. I couldn’t wait to reveal what I’d found out about her little secret.

#romione #romione muggle au #side hinny #27 dresses inspired #ron x hermione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger

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celestialflamesme · 4 years ago

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| TROIA | A Stashi One-shot | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Nashi Dragneel x Storm Fullbuster, slight Rin Fullbuster x Rosemary Fernandez

Nashi didn't know why she ever thought letting Venetia choose a job request this time would be a good idea.

In fact she didn't exactly recall telling her she could, let alone promising her, because it was a well known fact in Magnolia, albeit in the guild itself.

Venetia plus anything equals catastrophe.

She loved her friend (don't tell the lug-nut she said that) to death, but Redfox was also the kid that stole an S-class mission at 11, so she wasn't much of a 'think before you act' kind of person.

Nevertheless, the rest of the team didn't think it was that bad of a job, and the reward was good so they agreed. Nashi had a lingering doubt about how the day's events would go, but she brushed those thoughts aside for the sake of the greater good.

The greater good being beating Team Storm by going on more jobs than them.

Team Nashi reached the village after a sickeningly long train ride that Rosemary DID NOT help ease in the slightest by knocking them out, no matter what she says otherwise.

The beautiful expanse of a land was incredible to stare at and Venetia smirked at their reactions as if to say 'and y'all doubted me haha'.

"Oh my! What are you kids doing there? Come on here!" A lady who looked to be in her mid-forties waved at them.

Sylvia tried to beat Rin to their host, but her annoying twin sauntered forward and shot her a gorgeous grin as he introduced the team.

"How polite!" The lady gushed and Sylvia grit her teeth.

She invited them in for tea and explained the situation. Her husband, the village head, and several other males had been held hostage by a group of mages that had been threatening everyone to pay hefty sums of money every month.

She pondered for a moment. "Some kids your age came here earlier actually. They said they'd help rescue my husband and the others. Are you kids their backup? Is that why you're here?"

Rosemary narrowed her eyes as she spoke, "A group of kids our age, you say? Were they from the same guild as ours?"

The lady nodded.

"Well ma'am, we best be on our way then! Can't risk waiting any longer!" The red head's eyes flickered with what the teammates could only call utter madness, before rising from her seat as she rushed out.

"Wait, dear girl? Oh, she seems to be an eager one!"

Rin let out a sigh as his eyes crinkled in adoration, "ALL the more eager when there's competition."

"You kids will need horses, if you ever want to catch up to them then! To the stables!" The woman cheered.

"Horses..."

The two dragonslayers shuddered as they stared at the monstrosities. Sylvia groaned.

"You two will be of no use then! First we take the same mission, and next, only half the team can function fully! This day just keeps getting better and better!" She threw her hands in the air frustratedly.

"Unless we use troia, of course!" Rin snapped his fingers and gave his sister a cocky grin, who retaliated by grumpily flipping a bird at him.

15 minutes later, they found Rosemary speed-walking. She gladly accepted the invitation to ride with Rin, who looked like a kid at Christmas. His grin widened further when Rosemary wrapped her arms around his waist, much to Sylvia and Nashi's amusement.

They reached their destination - A half-burnt cabin at the edge of the forest overlooking the giant lake- only to find Team Storm who'd already engaged in combat.

Rosemary joined the fray in a span of less than 5 seconds, sending spell after spell at the bandits with an evil glint in her eyes.

"What the-Rose, what are you doing here?" Reiki raised an eyebrow while throwing daggers at a goon, who squealed in terror as one hit him, leaving him stuck on a nearby tree.

Nashi grinned as she yelled,"We're here to get the job money, of course. FIRST ONE TO GET ALL OF THESE DUMBASSES ROUNDED UP GETS DIBS!"

Storm yelped, "Aw fuck, the flamehead is here too?"

"I HEARD THAT, ICE CONE! YOU WANNA GO?!!!"

"ARE YOU TWO FIGHTING AGAIN?"

"NO SIR!!" they both yelled as Reiki cracked his knuckles at them.

Seeing the pinkette distracted, a mage took this as a chance to attack her.

"Lightning Strike!"

Nashi turned around just in time to shield herself from the attack. "FIRE DRAGON ROAR!"

Venetia hollered, "JOIN US, FIRE BREATH! WE'RE ABOUT TO KICK ALL THEIR ASSES!"

They managed to round up all the bandits and tied them to the horses. Meanwhile Nova, Luke and Sylvia freed the villagers, who profusely thanked them, glad to finally be able to see their families.

"Why do I still have a feeling that something's going to go wrong?" Nashi muttered to herself.

"Maybe because something always has to go wrong in Team Nashi's missions?" Storm inputted with a smirk.

She gasped at the accusation, fixing him with one of the nastiest glare she she could muster. If looks could spontaneously combust, the whole town would be extinct right this very second.

"YOU WISH!"

"I don't have to, it's reality!" The Devil-Slayer's smirk intensified. The pinkette was tempted to rip the smirk right off his face and maybe claw out one of his godforsaken blue eyes out with a nearby branch. To no avail however, as Kai seemed to have realised that an object as dangerous as a branch was not to be kept in close proximity to a walking-talking demolition kit.

Note to self: Spit in Kai's drink as payback for confiscating a crucial element in her Quick-murder inventory. Oh, how nefarious....

On that thought, she clambered onto her horse with grace akin to a blind Walrus. Rin had briefed both of the first-timers on riding and what-not, but the keypoint that Nashi noted was that if the horse was calm and steady, she was safe. If not, a ticket to her Uncle Zeref was overdue.

Hey, at least Mavis would be more than cordial to her. And she was sure her Gramps Igneel would be on board her 'haunting Storm till he lost all sanity' idea. The possibilities were endless.

What she failed to notice during her inner monologue was the stealthily creeping Mage that had earlier managed to hide himself among the foliage, approaching her horse.

In what Nova would later describe fondly as 'the snowball effect', he yanked Nashi's leg, attempting to throw her off her horse, just in time for the Lightning Slayer to notice and send an attack that left him immobilised.

It was at that moment that Nova realised that she'd utterly fucked up.

"HOLY FUCKKK!!" Nashi was left screeching in horror as her horse decided to live out it's dream of winning the Derby.

Hanging onto it's mane like her life depended on it, she tried to (keyword being tried) mount her horse, which was impossible considering the damn beast of an animal was sprinting like it was possessed.

She faintly registered a flash of light before a sheet of ice blocked the horse's path. It steadied itself instead of trying to break through it to her relief, and she solemnly swore never to watch reruns of Mission Impossible with equines ever again.

She chose to collapse on the muddy ground, squinting at the sun as she tried to steady her breathing. The raven-head sat himself next to her as he scanned her for possible injuries.

"How many fingers am I holding?" His breathless voice questioned.

"Wait let's see, one-two-," she deadpanned, "Twelve."

He smacked her head, making her yelp, his eyebrow raised as if daring her to retaliate. She briskly stood up with a scowl on her face. The ground rattled as the rest their team caught up to them.

"The next train to Magnolia is in an hour, so you both had better hurry!" Rosemary barked.

"Gee, thanks for asking if I was okay!" The pinkette rolled her eyes and jabbed Storm with her elbow as he muttered 'Drama Queen'.

"GEEZ WOMAN! You're riding with me by the way," he bit his lip as he smirked at her face that now morphed into one of disgust.

"Oh HELL NO!"

"Get on the horse Nashi!" Rosemary's eyes narrowed. Nashi and Storm shot Rin looks of pity as his face contorted into a pained grimace when the Manipulation Mage's grip tightened. He really did deserve to be lauded for bearing with her violence.

Speaking of violence, she imagined a dozen ways of pushing Fullbuster off the horse and riding off into the sunset. Now that's a happy ending....

He lazily snapped his fingers in front of her face, and she noticed that he'd mounted the horse already. Shooting him a last annoyed look, she climbed the steed and he whipped the reins as the horse began to steadily gallop.

"Not to be condescending, but I figured you'd know that you have to hold on in order not to faceplant on the ground," she could sense the smug look on his face. Not today, Satan.

"And risk you trying to feel me up? No, thank you," she snarkily retorted.

"Oh please, if anyone's risking sexual harassment, it's me. Your hands just waiting to feel my chest up," she gaped at him and spluttered indignant.

"Well-your-your CHEST IS JUST WAITING TO FEEL MY HANDS UP!"

"Maybe it is," he tilted his head as he winked at her. Her narrowed eyes and grimace provoked a chuckle out of him.

"Pervert."

"Sure, sure," he brushed her off. He abruptly stopped the horse, sending her tumbling into his shoulder. Her hands harshly gripped his coat as she yelled profanities at him.

"Not my fault you didn't hold on tight enough," he whistled innocently.

She let out a growl of frustration as she pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. "HAPPY?"

"You loveeeee me," he teased. He winced as she pinched him, clearly unimpressed.

"Claws off me, woman. Play nice!" He scolded and cracked the reins in a fluid moment, and they were off.

And Nashi pretended as if his cologne didn't cloud her senses and the firm grasp his hand had on her didn't make her face flush.

.................

"I need a picture of both of you!"

"WHAT?!" Both the mages screeched in shock.

The village head winced at them symphathetically as his wife's eyes glittered in excitement.

"You both look ADORABLE together! When's the wedding?" She cheered as she took pictures.

"WE'RE NOT- HE'S NOT- NO NEVER! GROSSSSS" their faces contorted into identical grimaces as their oh so helpful teammates snickered.

The lady waved them off, "They always say that, now CLOSER! HOLD HIM TIGHTER!"

"Well, she's still better than Max!" The pinkette muttered as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Amen to that."

...............

A week after, Mirajane seemed way too cheery for her own good.

"NASHI! THERE YOU ARE!"

Several heads turned to glance at the dragon slayer as she gulped nervously. She reached the bar as the older Takeover Mage grinned at her.

"Laxus requested both you and Storm to participate in this contest. Compulsorily."

She scrunched her nose slightly as she took in the words 'Couple' and 'shoot'. "Aunt Mira, I've told you this a billion times already, WE DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER THAT WAY! HECK, WE DON'T EVEN LIKE EACH OTHER!"

Mira's grin only widened as she remarked, "These pictures seem to tell a different story."

Nashi's eyes widened dramatically as she whipped her head and met the She-Devil's eyes. "YOU wouldn't-"

"Too late, I've already sent it!"

A frustrated growl erupted across the guild, and the members collectively shook their heads at the Matchmaker.

A few weeks later, Nashi was relieved to know that she hadn't won the contest after all. That was shortlived however, as Storm marched up to her table and slammed the latest edition of Sorcerer's weekly on it.

She blinked rapidly as she glanced at the picture of- wait, was that Jake and Rose?

"THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M LOSING TO JAKE AND ROSE! GET YOUR ASS OFF, SALSA BREATH, WE HAVE WORK TO DO!" He lifted her off her chair, despite her squeals of protest and threats to disembowel him and, throwing her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, raced out of the guild, much to everyone's delight.

Even worse, she didn't know whether to kick him where the sun don't shine or stare at his butt. Which was definitely a no-no.

She swore off horses and troia from that day.

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