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j-j-ehlby-writes · 4 years

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Is it Right? (c.e)

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word count: 12k+ (whoops)

Summary: Your best friend is getting married and not only are you in love with him but he’s asked you to be his “Best Woman.”

Warnings: Fluff, angst (nothing new here)

A/N: I’ve been working on this since May. Don’t know how I feel about it. Let me know?

I don’t own the pictures.

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Today’s the day...

This is the day I have been dreading for over a year. My best friend is getting married.

Now someone might wonder why I’m dreading such a beautiful and momentous occasion. Today is supposed to be a celebration of two lives coming together as one in the most beautiful way possible. The blushing bride walks down the aisle with her father to the man of her dreams and they profess their love to one another in front of their family and friends then party until the wee hours of the morning... that would be wonderful if my friend was the bride.

Yep. I’m in love with my best friend who is the groom.

And worst of all, I’m his “best woman.“ I’m supposed to stand next to him and support him as he says “I Do” to a woman that I can’t stand. Not just because she’s with him like I’ve longed to since 9th grade, but because she’s a poisonous, insecure bitch who hates our friendship or any relationship he has with anyone that isn’t her. She’s also a gold digger. I’ve overheard her countless times saying how she can’t wait to be “rolling in the Marvel dough” when she marries him.

Oh, I forgot to mention. She’s marrying Chris Evans.

That’s right. Mr. Golden Boy. The living embodiment of Captain America himself. The flawless man who has captured the millions of hearts of many over the years, including mine. He’s tying himself to the one person in this world that I can’t stand.

I’ve supported him for years. I knew how much he loved acting and the theater in middle and high school. Before we met, I heard it all from his brother Scott since we were in the same grade. Chris was a freshman when we were in sixth grade but that didn’t matter. From the minute I met Scott, he became my best friend. The same thing happened when he introduced me to Chris. I’d be invited over to their house almost daily. We would write and put on our own skits, play video games, go bike riding, everything you could imagine. When the boys got heavily involved with theater, I was there for every performance no matter what role they played.

The Evans family was also extremely supportive with the things I did as well. They were at every choir concert, every softball game, piano recital. They were my second family. I was basically an extension of the family. My mom became close with Lisa because of how often she would have to drive me over to their house and how often they would see each other because of us. Our dads also bonded over their love of sports on Sunday’s and even started going golfing Saturday mornings. One big blended family.

But as time went on, something changed with Chris. He was always cute to me but as the years went on, he became handsome. Lingering stares and touches started happening more often, phone calls multiple times of the day just to say hi, passing notes between classes when we finally were in the same school for one year, the occasional flirty comment but it was all harmless.

Scott caught on real fast to my feelings as soon as I caught them. He was supportive but he was also protective. He knew Chris wanted to pursue acting after high school and didn’t want me to get my hopes up. I assured him that Chris more than likely didn’t feel the same way that I did so there was nothing to worry about. The “little crush” I had would fade with time...

Boy was I wrong.

It’s been over 20 years and those feelings have only grown exponentially.

Chris became hugely famous thanks to Marvel but he still remained one of my best friends. Even though both of the Evans boys left me for Hollywood, they still called or texted me daily. They invited me to their premieres as often as they could and flew me out to their sets on occasion to show me their new worlds. They both remained humble and down-to-earth as the spotlight shone on them.

When Chris started dating the woman he’s getting married to, I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. As with everything, I had wanted to be supportive of him and his decisions no matter how much they killed me on the inside. But when we were alone for the first time, she let me know immediately that she wasn’t going anywhere and my friendship with Chris was on its way out.

Much to her dismay, he still invited me to everything. I was there for every holiday and special occasion. She was as fake as could be when she was around me and Chris never suspected a thing.

When they got engaged, she made sure to show off her ring as much as possible when I was in the room. During their engagement party was when I heard her confirm my suspicions of being a trash gold digger. I wanted to tell Chris, but I hate confrontation which is probably what would happen if she found out I told him.

Fast forward a year and here we are. Hopelessly in love with someone I can never have while the worst person I’ve ever met gets the best man I’ve ever known.

I roll over to see his sleeping form in the bed next to me.

This was not the plan. He was supposed to spend the last night of his freedom with his groomsmen in the suite the hotel gave them. But at around 9, he knocks on my door. He’s barefoot in his plaid pajama pants and a white v-neck that just barely shows off the chest tattoos he has. He’s carrying 2 6-packs and a plastic bag full of, what I can assume is goodies. “One last sleepover for old time’s sake?” He asked with the cutest smile on his face, there was no way I could say no to him.

“I thought you wanted to spend your last night as a single man with your guys.”

“Eh,” he shrugs, pushing passed me into my room, “I can see them any time. But we haven’t had a sleepover in ages.” He sets his stuff on my bed and starts unloading everything. “And this is my last opportunity to do so.”

I close the door with a sigh. “So, where does she think you are?”

“She thinks I’m with the guys,” he turns and locks eyes with me, “and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

In other words, he’s lying to her so he can see me again. That’s been the pattern for just about the entirety of their relationship. He has had to lie to her when he wants to see me ever since he introduced us. From simple lunch dates to hanging out with his family while she’s still in LA for work, she doesn’t like when he’s around me.

One time he called me fuming. She had given him an ultimatum: Her or me. She claimed to know what was going on and wanted to put a stop to it. I foolishly talked him off the ledge and convinced him to stay with her. I compromised and said that we should take a step back from our friendship until she calms down. She doesn’t like me as much as I don’t like her. It took three weeks and five days (yes, I kept count) of no contact with each other for him to finally call me with his new philosophy of “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” I wasn’t on board at first. I don’t like keeping secrets. However, I would do anything to see him, so I went along with it.

I inspect the bag of goodies he brought and I can’t say I’m disappointed. My favorite candy, his favorite beer, and a couple Disney DVDs that we’ve watched so much we could recite them together.

One of our favorite pastimes was watching these movies and acting them out, which includes singing to each other. I always pretended he was meaning the words he sang, especially during “One Song” and “So This is Love.” With one of his favorites being The Little Mermaid, he loved “Les Poissons” more than any other song. But he also loved sitting back and watching me climb over the side of whatever couch we were watching on for the reprise of Part of Your World. As we got older and gained the ability to drink alcohol, it became even more fun.

This time was no different. He lies on the floor after Ariel rescues Eric. I’m on my side beside him. As Ariel sings to Eric, I sing to Chris meaning every word I say. I rest my hand on his cheek as he “regains consciousness.” He’s always managed to match the look in Eric’s eyes as he looks up at me. Every single time, I’m thankful Ariel flees at that moment because then I can hide my blush. I climb over to the other side of the bed and hide until it’s time. I poke my head over the edge and see him leaning on his side of the bed, his temple resting on his hand. His eyes are soft as he watches, almost sparkling in the dim light of the hotel lamp. My heart skips as I play my part. This time I did an obnoxious off-key version of the last note. This broke some of the tension. We crack up before resuming our spots on the bed.

For a majority of the movie, we lie incredibly close to one another. We’re leaning on our elbows, our shoulders and upper arms are touching but nothing else. Our bodies are angled towards the other with our feet almost touching.

That is until his favorite song comes on and he must dance. He saunters and jumps around the bed with a bottle in his hand, clearly enjoying himself. I haven’t seen him this carefree in a very long time. He’s always tense nowadays. He attributed it to the wedding planning, but his more reserved behavior started when she came into the picture. It’s like she’s holding him back from him being who he really is. I miss that old outgoing Chris, the one who was always the life of the party.

He plops back down, placing his fourth bottle on the bedside table, readying himself for the next number. He holds his hand out when Eric and Ariel start dancing. We perfected the dance years ago, but we were a little wobbly this time, the alcohol having gotten to us already. The rehearsal dinner earlier didn’t exactly feed us a lot.

We place ourselves on the middle of the bed for my favorite scene of the movie… Kiss the Girl.

For years, we’ve acted this one out a little differently. He kisses my cheek when Eric and Ariel are about to before Flotsam and Jetsam tip the boat over. Never have I had the guts to just pull him in and kiss him. I imagined a million times doing it, but what came after that was never positive. As much as I wanted him to have a positive reaction to it, I couldn’t help but focus on the worst case scenario. That alone kept me from going forward with it. So we stuck to the chaste kiss on the cheek, same with ending of the movie.

I sit cross-legged between his open legs. He leans back on his hands until the song starts. He sings as he leans in closer. I look away and wait for his lips to connect with my cheek. When they do, they nearly connect with my lips. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to the place I’ve wanted him most. Whenever he does, it’s over as quickly as it starts. But this time, the corner of my mouth tingles where his lips linger almost afraid to pull away. I pull back slightly coming face to face with him.

His glassy blue eyes are half-lidded as he searches my expression for any sign of distress from his action. The tension between us is incredibly thick, neither of us really knowing what to do.

Well… I know what I want to do. But I could never bring myself to do it. He’s getting married tomorrow… to someone who is not me. I can’t.

“Please…” His whisper plea sends cracks through my heart. His hand caresses the back of my neck, leaning his forehead on mine.

“You’re getting married tomorrow,” was the only comeback my fuzzy, alcohol infused mind could come up with.

“I know,” he sighs, “I know.” He pulls back, defeat written all over his being. “I’m sorry,” his voice returns to his normal volume, “I shouldn’t have put you in that situation because I’m getting cold feet.”

“You’re taking a big step tomorrow. I’d be more worried about you if you weren’t nervous.” I try and shake off what could have possibly just happened. “Everyone gets cold feet at least once before their wedding.” Everyone except me that is. If it were me marrying him tomorrow, mine would be toasty warm. I would have zero doubts in my mind that marrying him would be exactly what I want. But I know this is my brain trying to convince my heart that that’s what this was. Not the actions of a man who wants to be with me… “It’s normal to seek comfort from your best friend, especially if it’s to knock some sense into you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I needed.” He slides back to lie against the pillows. I stay where I am, not sure where I should go. We sit in silence, watching the movie. We’ve never just watched this movie. Even the very first time we watched it together, we would go back and forth and sang the songs. It didn’t feel right not to, but I didn’t know if we could just go back to it after what almost happened.

“Hey,” I turn to see his arm extended, “come here.” I crawl up the bed, not needing to be asked twice. He pulls me to his chest, wrapping both arms around me. I melt into his embrace, thankful for the dissipation of awkwardness. He kisses the top of my head sighing again. We settle into a comfortable silence while we return our focus to the movie.

In no time, we’re back in the swing of things. When Eric, in his trance-like state, says “I do,” I turn to him and ask, “Is that what you’re going to be like tomorrow?”

He scoffs, “Probably.” He passes me another beer after he notices I finished my last one. I take it even though I don’t feel much like drinking anymore. I’m just tipsy enough to know I need to take some aspirin before bed. He downs his fifth one by the time Ursula takes Ariel back to the ocean. He has his sixth one in hand when he says, more to himself, “I lost her once. I’m not going to lose her again.” He tightens his hold on me, whether it was subconsciously or not I don’t know. He knows that’s one of my favorite lines from this movie. That and when he says “No, I won’t leave you” to Ariel when she tries to protect him. He’s seen me melt at Eric’s words countless times throughout the years. He knows how bad I would want a man to say those words about me and to me someday.

Ursula was inking out when I finally got up the nerve to ask him what I’ve wanted to since he knocked on my door. “Why did you really decide to spend tonight with me?”

He answers without hesitation, like he knew I was going to ask him eventually. “Because I don’t know how long it’s going to be before I see you again.” He sighs. “I can’t keep lying to her about seeing you, but I don’t want to cut you out of my life either. You’re my best friend. I just wanted one more night where we don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen after tomorrow.”

I sit up a bit to face him. “We can see each other at holidays. Three times a year is better than nothing right?” The lump in my stomach grows exponentially at the thought of only seeing him at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I’ve never gone that long without speaking to him. That month at the beginning of their relationship was the longest we’ve ever gone without speaking and we haven’t gone that long since. He calls me daily. Daily! How am I supposed to go from talking to him every single day to three times a year?

“I don’t know if I can go that long without…” he confesses glancing over every inch of my face as if memorizing it, “seeing you,” he squeezes my side and glances at my lips, “touching you, and talking to you without having to watch what I say.”

“I’m going to ask you this because I am your best friend… are you sure you want to go through with this tomorrow?”

He takes the biggest sigh of them all before saying, “I have to. I made a promise. I have to keep it.”

That sounds like a cop-out and he knows it.

I push, “But is that the only reason you’re doing it?”

“Unless you can tell me a different one, I’m all ears.”

I open my mouth to tell him everything: to beg him not to marry her, to tell him how in love with him I am and have been since we met, to ask him to leave with me right now… but I can’t do it. The words will not form even though my brain screams at me to do so.

He watches me with a little bit of hope in his eyes, as if he’s waiting for me to say “the magic words” that will let him out of the promise he made. He even holds his breath as he waits.

I resign with a frustrated sigh. Why am I such a chicken? Isn’t alcohol supposed to be liquid courage? Why isn’t it working? He’s practically inviting me to give him the out I want him to have and yet I can’t bring my chickenshit ass to do it.

Because it’s not just me who this would effect. It’s him, her, her family, their friends, his family who I love sometimes more than my own- everyone. It will affect everyone. And I can’t be that selfish…

“Do you love her?” I ask looking away from his hopeful eyes. But even in my peripheral, I see all of the hope he had fade. He releases the breath he held and leans his head back against the headboard.

He pauses before answering, “Yes.”

“Then that should be enough reason for you to be at the end of that aisle tomorrow.”

Ursula’s cry brings our attention back to the movie once again. We watch as she withers and sinks with the wooden ship that penetrated her abdomen. The heaviness of the situation weighs on us until we got under the covers after the movie.

I slowly reach over and run my finger gently down his soft cheek, I memorize this moment. Knowing this will be the last time I see him like this, I want to remember everything. How the sun glows around the top half of his body as if it were worshipping it, how his enviable eyelashes lay perfectly against his cheeks, how the tiniest whistle is mixed with his shallow breathing, how deliciously pink his perfect lips are... how so in love with him I am that I would rather give up my own happiness for him to have his.

I nearly pull my hand away when he grabs mine and brings it to his cheek, holding it hostage there. He sighs heavily before the whistling starts again.

I try not to look too far into the action even though my heart wants to so badly. He probably thinks it’s her hand out of habit. I let it lay there for a few minutes before I force myself to pull away.

He’s getting married today.

I brush my teeth quietly before going to the bridal suite given to us by the hotel we’re all staying at. I’m greeted by Carly and Lisa as I walk in. Shanna appears with mimosas which I gladly down and make another.

Both of Chris’s sisters know of my feelings for him. To my knowledge, Lisa doesn’t. I didn’t even have to tell Carly and Shanna. Like a real family, they just know. They each give me sympathetic looks to which I shrug off. I know they mean well but it’s not helping.

As soon as I finish with my hair and make-up, I go to find the man of the hour. Since I’m technically on his side, I should be in the groom’s suite. I was only invited in for getting my hair and make-up done. After listening to her shrill voice for all of that time, I was glad to be gone.

After I knock on the door, Scott greets me. “Finally!” He drags me in before shutting the door. “The Best Woman is here!” All attention is drawn to me thanks to that announcement. The guys who were standing in a circle each with a beer in their hand. Chris wasn’t quite fully dressed yet but he still looked like a dream. His black pants hugged his slender waist, the dress shirt wasn’t done up all the way yet, his cuffs weren’t buttoned yet and his tie was hanging undone around his neck. I had to stop myself from staring too long.

“Wow, you look...” he checks me out in the dress I picked out. It’s a floor-length black chiffon which matched the silhouette of the bridesmaids, but since I will be standing on Chris’s side, I went with the color of their tuxes. Most of the other dresses are strapless where mine has long, lace sleeves. I didn’t want to be pulling my dress up all day and night. It’s also early spring and the temperatures haven’t started their rise yet so I didn’t want to be freezing my butt off when we’re outside taking pictures. Also while the other girls were stuck in very thin high heels, I chose dress shoes with a slight thick heel to somewhat match the men. I honestly think I got the best of both worlds here. “... wow.”

“Ever the articulate one,” I tease, setting my shoes on a chair until it’s picture time.

“You’ve just never been so...” he clears his throat as if that would help.

“Thank you, Christopher.” I didn’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not. I mean I know I’m not the hottest person in the world but he has seen me with my make-up and hair done for prom once upon a time. “I’m sure you’ll look just as nice when you’ve finished getting ready.”

He whispers “Doubtful,” under his breath, shoving the hand that isn’t holding a bottle into his pocket.

“Isn’t there something you want to give her?” Scott asks Chris.

“Oh, right.” He’s jolted into action as he sets down his beer and goes over to a different chair where his tux jacket was hanging. He pulls a small wrapped box out of one of the pockets.

“Hey guys, let’s go check out the bar downstairs.” Scott rallies the rest of the gentleman out of the room leaving me and Chris all alone.

As Chris approaches me, he takes a deep breath, “As the groom, I feel obligated to get all of my attendants a gift.”

I internally cringe, knowing those weren’t his words. He probably had no idea giving gifts to his attendants was a thing before this.

“I got all of the guys cuff links but since you’re my Best Woman, I got you a little something different.” He hands me the square box then shoves his hands in his pockets.

“You didn’t have to.” I sheepishly take it and planned on opening it later but by the look on his face, I could tell he wanted me to open it right now. So I gently tore open the pretty wrapping paper and opened the box.

In it was a necklace. Simple, small black teardrop and my first name initial on a silver chain. It was beautiful and totally me.

“You picked this out?”

“Well I...” he rubs the back of his neck, slightly flustered, “yeah. I know how much you hate gaudy necklaces.”

“It’s perfect.” I couldn’t stop staring at it. He’s gotten me a lot of nice things in the past but this was by far the best. “Thank you.”

“Want me to help you put it on?”

I lift it off of the cotton inlay of the box and hand it to him. He steps behind me, securing it around my neck. His hands linger on the back of my neck for a second longer than they should have before they were gone. Just that slightest touch caused a tingle down my spine.

I mentally shake it off before turning around. I fidget with my new accessory, thanking him once more.

“I also wanted to thank you for last night.” He shoves his hand as far into his pockets as they will allow. “It was nice to have a chill night before the chaos ensues.”

“Of course. You know I’ll always be there for you.”

“It also meant a lot to me to be able to spend my last night as a single man with my favorite person.”

That causes my head to snap up. His favorite person?

I open my mouth to say something but what do I even say to that? Of course he’s my favorite person. He has been since the day we met. But how could I be his? I’d understand if he said “one of his favorites,” but those extra two words were not included in his sentence.

I quickly glance at the time to try and distract myself. Just as I see he’s about to say something I interrupt him, “We’d better go. Pictures start soon.”

He clears his throat, “uh, yeah, sure.” He strides over to the mirror, buttoning the rest of his shirt and fiddles with his bowtie that was lying limp around his neck. I watch him closely knowing he’s never been able to tie one successfully before. I hear his frustrated huffs as he just can’t quite get it right.

“You need help with your tie, don’t you?”

“Please?”

I giggle as I turn him around to face me. I glue my eyes to the task at hand, completely aware that he’s only a few inches away from me and I can feel his gaze watching me.

“Are you nervous now?” I ask trying to distract myself.

He releases a breath he was holding, “I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life.” His breaths smelt of beer. I make a mental note to give him a mint before leaving.

“You shouldn’t be.” I make the last tug on the perfect bow and retract my hands. “You were made for this role. You’ll be great.”

“Will I?”

We lock eyes. His ocean blue ones are holding so many emotions it’s hard to keep up with them. Doubt, self-loathing, longing, confusion, a hint of sadness...

I always knew he’d be a good husband, no matter whose husband he ended up as. He was born to be a husband and a father. God he’d be an amazing father. Seeing how he cared for his younger siblings and now his niece and nephews, it’s literally the best thing I’ve ever seen. He cares so deeply for those kids. I can only imagine how outstanding of a father he will be to his own kids someday...

“I have complete faith in you.” I muster up a smile I hope is convincing enough for him. “Now hand me your cuff links. We’ll miss your wedding if you do them yourself.”

From then on, the morning was a drag. Pictures lasted a lot longer than anticipated so that put us behind schedule for the rest of the day. Typical. She’s always late for everything else, why would her wedding be any different?

After pictures with the attendants were done, we were given a late lunch of dry sandwiches and water. We all ate on the party bus while the bride and groom continued with their pictures.

“So, did you talk to him?” Scott asks as he sits next to me.

“Did you tell him?” Carly asks as well.

I look around the bus to make sure no one was paying any attention to us. I don’t want anyone overhearing. “No, I’m not going to tell him anything nor am I ever going to now.”

“You could still stop this,” Shanna chimes in quietly.

They’ve always wanted me to say something to him about how I felt. They’ve expressed to me multiple times how much they want me to officially be a part of their family and since I’m not exactly Scott’s type, Chris was my only shot. I guess they’ll just have to be okay with family-adjacent.

We arrive at the venue 20 minutes after we were supposed to be here. We all file into the room set aside for us to leave some of our belongings and wait there until the ceremony start time.

I stick closely to Scott’s side as the minutes pass. I can feel my walls starting to dwindle. Chris comes over and chats with his siblings but I can’t seem to be able to pay attention to what he was saying. At this point I can’t even bring myself to look at him. My stomach feels like it has turned to lead, my hands are shaking so badly that I have to hold on to Scott. I’m this close to losing it completely. I just hope I can make it through the ceremony...

When the wedding coordinator came in to get us in line, I wanted to run in the other direction.

How could I have agreed to stand next to him and watch him marry someone else? I may have felt a little better if he were marrying someone I liked, but that’s not the case. I’m losing him to a wench and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it now.

As we line up, Scott reaches back to squeeze my hand one more time before the processional starts. I grip my bouquet tighter and tighter as I see the next pair of attendants starts to walk. When Scott goes I take a deep breath and plaster the fakest smile I can muster because I know there’s an awfully expensive videographer and photographer watching. The maid of honor goes next, leaving me to be the last one before the witch in white.

I slowly make my way down the aisle when I see she’s far enough ahead. I glance around the crowd for my parents, hoping to find some comfort in other familiar faces. I find them in the second row behind Lisa and Bob. My mom is gripping Lisa’s hand over the back of the chair. They both have the same expression... pity.

I try and look anywhere but forward, but I fail. Seeing the man I’ve loved for over 20 years at the end of that aisle, like he was waiting for me was both the best and worst sight I’ve ever seen. I had dreamt of this day. Seeing him there waiting for me as we embark on a life together as husband and wife, to live happily ever after until the end of time. Except he wasn’t waiting for me.

His bottom lip trembles slightly as he swipes his index and thumb over his eyes, sniffling loudly before exhaling. I have to bite my lip to stop my own from quivering, needing to look away before I have a full-on breakdown. I take my place behind him. A few deep breaths were had before the minister asks everyone who is able to stand to greet the bride.

Scott uses the hand that’s hidden from the crowd to comfort me. It takes everything in me not to turn around and bawl. I stand there numb as they gather in front of the officiant. He goes on with the ceremony, preaching about God-knows-what. I wasn’t listening.

The magical words “I do” in his deep, smooth voice broke through and shattered my heart. I try not to let it show. The tears sting behind my eyes as I force them not to come forward. Unfortunately, a few do. I wipe them away, hoping people think I’m emotional because I’m happy for them, not because those simple words have the biggest impact on me.

Since Scott is the Best Man (and is the one with pockets), he hands the minister the rings when queued. I begged Scott to insist he holds them. I claimed that I didn’t want to be responsible for them in case something happened, but we all know the real reason was that I couldn’t. I knew as soon as I was up here, I would freeze. I could not physically hold the symbols of their marriage in my hand for the duration of the ceremony. Scott didn’t really want to either but there was no way she was trusting a child with her extravagant wedding ring. So Scott was the default.

From there, they move to light their unity candle. They take their places behind the stand, each picking up their respective pre-lit candles to light the middle one signifying their unification. I keep my gaze to the floor not needing to see it or how happy he is.

Never once did I think to do as people do in the movies. I never thought about interrupting the ceremony with “please don’t marry her, marry me instead.” I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t do that to myself. I couldn’t live with the humiliation of being rejected in front of so many people, including people I’ve idolized for years. He doesn’t deserve it and I’m a better person than that.

The applause from the crowd tell me it’s finally over. The newly married couple make their retreat down the aisle and out. The maid of honor and I exit and take our place in the receiving line after congratulating them.

To say it was an awkward interaction would be an understatement. The bride barely touched me when I gave her a half-assed hug. The exact opposite interaction happens with Chris. His arms linger around my waist and he buries his face in my neck as if he didn’t want to let me go. Everything in me wanted to cling to him too, but he has a wife now. I peel him off of me, refusing to look him in the eye and take my place on the other side of the maid of honor.

The guests coming by helped distract me from Chris’s gaze that I felt constantly. Lisa wanted to give me a hug. I stopped her at first because there was no way I could get through that without completely breaking down. But Lisa being Lisa insisted and didn’t take no for an answer.

Some of Chris’s Marvel friends stopped and talked to me for a bit which I will be eternally grateful for. RDJ had me laughing after whispering that I looked better than the bride. Anthony Mackie’s interaction with Chris made everyone laugh. Sebastian told me how beautiful I looked and he called dibs on the first dance with me at the reception. Scarlett as gorgeous as ever gave me the biggest hug. She also knew of my feelings and shared the same views on his new wife.

The bride and groom were pulled aside before we all piled back on the bus to head towards the reception venue. We are told it has the best view of the sunset for a serene dinner and has an outdoor terrace that overlooks a spectacular view of the ocean for those that need a cool down after some dancing. I know I will be utilizing that space a lot tonight.

By the time we arrive at the venue, it was almost the scheduled dinner time. The bride wanted to get some sunset pictures on the terrace before we all make our entrances. The only thing getting me through these pictures is the fact that I will be able to start drinking very soon. I’m going to need a lot of alcohol to get me through this night ahead.

Scott and I are supposed to make a speech since we are the Best Man and Woman. Liquid courage will be my best friend. We decided weeks ago that he would be speaking on behalf of the both of us since he’s quite literally known Chris his entire life and he has way more juicy and embarrassing stories than I would have. That and I don’t think I would be able to speak without bursting into tears.

We finally make our extremely corny entrances to a rap song of the bride’s choice before we take our seats at the head table. How we stood at the altar was how the seats were arranged so that means I am right next to Chris... great. Now I have to sit next to him and watch him repeatedly kiss his wife because people can’t seem to get enough of clinging their silverware on their glasses. I quickly made the decision to take a drink every time it happened. It may not be the smartest idea but that’s how I’m coping.

An hour later it was time for speeches. The maid of honor went first and I seriously wanted to vomit throughout the entire time. That may have also been due to the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed since sitting down. Chris has leaned over a couple times and asked if I was okay since he knows I don’t drink very often. He persuaded me to last night saying it was his last night and he wanted to spend it having fun. But tonight, this was all me. No one persuaded me to do anything. My reason I gave him was that I’m taking advantage of the open bar. I think he only believed me the first time, that’s why he’s asked me again and again and again.

When the MOH finishes her speech, the microphone is passed down to Scott. He stands up, pulling me with him. The alcohol hits me at that moment and I lose my balance slightly. I recover by grabbing his arm and lean against him. He asks if I’m good before he introduces himself, “Hi, I’m Scott. I’m Chris’s favorite brother and Best Man. This lovely lady to my right is the Best Woman, my,” he emphasizes for effect, “best friend-“

“Hey! She’s my best friend, too.” Chris interrupts causing the other guests to laugh.

“Yeah but she was my best friend first. Anyway, I will be speaking for both of us tonight because she’s clearly had way too much to drink.” I smack him in the stomach then take the microphone.

“I have not! Speeches are not my forte. So I thought it would be better for Scott to speak and I don’t embarrass myself.”

He continues on with his speech with me holding the mic. He talks about how it was growing up with Chris, tells a couple of embarrassing dating stories, briefly adding when I met both of them, before concluding how happy he was for his brother and can’t wait to see what the future holds for them.

The bride makes a speech next but I can’t bring myself to listen to her. I don’t want to hear how much she claims to love him and how she can’t wait for this next chapter of their lives together. My stomach churns just thinking about it.

Chris makes the final speech, thankfully he kept it short and not very detailed.

Which actually wasn‘t like him at all, and definitely not like all of the other groom’s speeches I’ve heard.

The DJ starts the music and the party starts. I plan on keeping my butt in this chair but I spy Sebastian across the way who beckons me to him. I remove my shoes and meet him on the dancefloor.

“You’re mine for the night.” He declares in my ear as he twirls me around to familiar 80’s song. I’ve known Sebastian as long as Chris has. We’ve always gotten along well. Even for a guy he was very perceptive to my feelings for Chris. He never judged me, never forced me to say anything about it. He just flat out said to me, “Chris is an idiot” one day while we were all out together and hasn’t said another word about it since.

After my dance with Seb, I’m stolen by RDJ, claiming Susan was already tired of his dance moves. A couple more dances with Chris’s niece Stella and the Electric slide later, the DJ announces the first dance for the Mr. and Mrs.. A more recent, very overplayed slow song comes on and instantly I know Chris didn’t pick it.

I take that instance to go find my parents. They’re still at their table with Lisa and Bob. “Beautiful speech, honey,” Lisa teases.

“Hey! If you heard the awful speeches I made in high school, you would be thanking me.”

“If you had come to the theater to do more than gawk, we could have fixed that.” Lisa had invited me to join the community theater every summer after meeting. It just wasn’t my thing. It was Chris and Scott’s and I was more than happy to support them from the audience.

“How are you?” My mom asks slipping her hand into mine. She gives it a reassuring squeeze but it does little to lift my heavy heart.

“The worst day of my life is almost over. That is something I can be thankful for.”

Seb comes to steal me away, back to the dance floor until the bride and her father have their dance. I take this time to head to the bathroom.

Just as I’m about finished with my business, the door opens.

“I still can’t believe he’s married.” A woman expresses to another. I quickly recognize the voice as my mother.

“I know. I always thought our kids would end up together.” The other lady who I immediately recognized as Lisa says back to her. “We were supposed to be grandmothers together.”

“If it were up to us, they would have had kids by now!” Their laughs echo off the walls, ringing in my ears. “Those two are as stubborn as can be. Anyone who has eyes can see they’ve both been absolutely crazy for each other since the day they met.”

“Everyone can see except them.” My heart drops into my stomach at Lisa’s words. “I mean, did you see the way he looked at her when he saw her walking down the aisle? And then when his bride did?”

“No comparison!”

“I know my son and it was written all over his face who his heart truly belongs to.”

“And did you see her while she was up there? My poor baby! She was barely holding it together.”

They say more but I don’t hear it. My mind goes into shock after what I just heard.

I stay in the bathroom until the walls start to cave in around me and I feel like I’m suffocating. I leave to find the terrace. The cool ocean breeze greets me like an old friend instantly cooling me down. Thankfully I’m the only one out here for the time being. I pace trying to comprehend what I just overheard.

He’s what? Always has been? No comparison? Who his heart truly belongs to?

... What?

I need answers. Right now.

I head back inside on a mission. I weave my way through the tables until I find him standing next to the bar with a beer in his hand. I stand with my back to the people he’s talking to for privacy. He embraces me, leaning close enough for me to murmur in his ear. “I need to talk to you. Right now..”

When I pull back, his previous happy expression instantly drops when he sees my urgency. “Okay.” He follows me out of the crowded room and out onto the private terrace. “You’re kinda scaring me here. What’s going on?”

“Do you love me?” I blurt needing to get straight to the point. I can already feel my lungs slightly constricting again. My hands are shaking- no, my whole body was shaking.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I love you, you’re my best friend-“

I try and bite my tongue but I can’t. He’s not understanding me. “-That’s not what I meant.”

He gapes at me for a second before he finally gets it. His shoulders slump and he sighs, “I just got married...”

“Doesn’t answer my question.” I step closer and ask slower, “do you... love me?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No hint of reservations. Complete and total honesty. Zero regard for what he just did a few hours ago.

I don’t know if I’m relieved or angry. If what our mothers said is true then he has for over 20 years, he didn’t say a thing. Ever.

How did I not see? Am I blind or just oblivious?

“Is that what you want to hear?” He sidesteps me, setting his hands on his hips and shaking his head. He runs his hands down his face before turning back around. “Why are you asking me this now? Why didn’t you say anything about it last night?”

“I didn’t know last night!” I exclaim, exacerbated by this whole situation.

He runs his fingers through his hair as a sign of his distress . “Who told you?”

“Who told me?” I scoff, “You’re my best friend. Why weren’t you the one to do it?”

“I wanted to!” He exclaims, “God,” he runs his hands down his face now, “I’ve been dying to but there has never been a good time to do it.”

“Bullshit,” I blurt. He’s had plenty of opportunities. 20 years’ worth of opportunities! There was something else holding him back. “Try again.”

“I was scared, alright?” He finally blurts the truth. He sighs almost in relief as he makes his way over to one of the benches in the corner. He buries his face in his hands as he leans his elbows on his knees. “I was scared of losing you and what we have. I can’t...”

Needing to comfort him as I have since day one, I go to kneel in front of him. “Hey, look at me,” I remove his hands from his face before taking them in my own. “You’re not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever.” He breathes a heavy sigh of relief, leaning his forehead on mine, closing his eyes.

“Promise?”

“Promise. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

We stay like this, just basking in the quiet, in this moment, and in each other. I’m trying to take in all that I learned but it’s just not comprehending. He’s loved me for as long as I’ve loved him. But due to his fear of losing me, he kept it to himself. All this time we could have been together. We could have been married by now with kids. Our mothers could have finally gotten what they always wanted: us together so they could have mutual grandkids.

“Hey,” I bring us back to reality by cradling his face in my hands and pull back from him but only slightly, “can I ask you something else?” He nods, giving me the softest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Did you ever think, even for a second, that I might feel the same way?”

“I hoped. God, for so long I hoped you did...” his eyes scan my face as I see the wheels turning in his head before he asks, “did you?”

I try and stand up as an embarrassing snort escapes my nose but the fact that I’d been sitting on my legs for so long, my balance was affected.

As I feel myself topple over, he reaches out and grabs my waist pulling me into his chest. My hands instinctively catch his shoulders. Our noses brush. I feel his breath on my face and suddenly mine is stolen.

The tension increases the longer we stay in this position. His hold is firmly secured around my waist. His gaze switches between my eyes and my lips. Never have I been this close to him before in this capacity. We came close once in a game of Twister but that was surrounded by our friends and Scott. Or that one time when we were playing football on Thanksgiving and he tackled me to the ground.

But at that time his feelings had not just been made known and mine were not in question.

As enticing as it would be to finally kiss him after all this time, it wouldn’t be right. It might feel right, but it’s not the right moment.

To break us out of our trance, I answer his question, “The fact that you even have to ask that proves that you were just as oblivious as I was,” before pushing on his shoulders to stand properly.

A smile broke out on his stunning face. “Was I really?” His smile turns into the signature smile the world knows him for. You know the half smile? The one that is too cute for words? It’s the one I fell in love with almost instantly.

And the fact that he was looking up at me through his flawless lashes didn’t help my urge to kiss him.

I nod and shrug. “I thought I was being subtle about it but according to your siblings, subtlety is not one of my strong suits.”

“You know they said the same thing to me?”

I shake my head in disbelief, “Of course they did.”

“I made them promise not to say anything to you until I was ready.”

“Which explains why they were so persistent about me telling you.” I take a seat on the bench a comfortable distance away. We sit in silence for a beat, the only sounds heard were from inside. “What are we gonna do?”

He sighs before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket. He pulls out an envelope, looking at it in his hands before handing it to me.

I take it, “what’s this?” I open it and take out the contents. It’s his marriage license. “Why are you showing me this?”

“Look at it again.”

Glancing at it again, I notice something. The space where he’s supposed to sign it is blank. His bride’s signature is there as well as both of their mother’s signatures and the ministers but his is missing. Before I could ask, he spoke.

“I couldn’t sign it. I tried but...” he rings his hands together, stopping when his new ring bothered him, “...something inside was telling me not to.” He fidgets with the ring until he slips it off completely. “Nothing has felt right today. I woke up this morning, alone,” he sends a side glance at me, “and I just felt off, like there was a knot in my stomach, and it didn’t go away until... I saw you again. Seeing you dressed up for my wedding and you weren’t the one wearing white...” he shakes his head, “I realized that was it. You were the reason why this didn’t feel right.” He leans back, turning his head to finally look at me again, “It’s because it wasn’t you I was waiting for at the end of the aisle. Seeing you walking towards me only solidified it for me.“

Pinch me, I must be dreaming...

As much as I want to hear everything I’ve been dreaming of him saying, I interrupt him before he can continue, “Please, stop. You don’t have to say anything else.”

He twists his body towards me and takes my hands in his, “but I do! I do because I should have said all of this twenty years ago. I’ve been holding it in and now that I’ve started, I can’t stop.”

“I know. Believe me, I know. But...” I take my hands out of his and intertwine them behind his neck, he leans his forehead against mine. He scoops me up and sets me in his lap, securing his arms around my waist, “... you have someone inside who believes you are her husband and she’s your...” he squeezes my waist as he sees my struggle to call her what she is. I take a deep breath before continuing, “and because I love you-“

He looks up at me, “You do?” I nod. “Say it again.” The most adorable shy smile I’ve ever seen adorned his face in that moment, it made my heart melt entirely.

I take his face in my hands and look him straight in the eyes so he knows I’m being entirely truthful. “I love you.” He groans, burying his face in my neck as he pulls me impossibly closer. The vibrations from his groan tickle against my neck. “And it’s because I love you that I want do things right.”

He grabs the heavy piece of paper that was between us and holds it up, “I could tear this up right now completely invalidating it. We could walk out of here, together. Like it was always supposed to be.”

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. The man I love wants to be with me and he wants to start our lives together as soon as possible. We could grab our families, fly home, and be married by the end of the weekend. Oh how I would marry him tomorrow if I could.

For years I dreamt of that moment...

I’d wear a simple white gown with spaghetti straps or lace sleeves, an A-line skirt with some bling or not, I’m not picky. He would be in a cream or burgundy suit depending on the season. We’d be surrounded by our immediate family members and our closest friends on our special day then invite everyone we know to party with us later. We’d cry because this day was finally here- our moms would bawl together as well. But no one else would really matter. It would just be the two of us up there, confessing our never-ending love for the other until the officiant declared us husband and wife. I’d be pinching myself the entire day scared it would only be a dream that I would eventually wake up from.

Now that I find out my main source of happiness reciprocates my feelings, that dream is that much closer to becoming a reality.

However, there was still something he needs to do before any of that.

As much as I disliked her, she doesn’t deserve to be left on her wedding day without a word or an explanation. No one deserves that.

As that realization sinks in, shame fills my heart. She will be devastated when he tells her. She’ll experience anger, humiliation and probably a whole other range of emotions. She will be the victim of the media for a very long time, and in all honesty she’ll probably eat it up. She’ll play “the scorned women” for as long as they will pay attention to her.

That’s exactly what she’s done as “Chris Evans’s girlfriend/fiancée” since they went public with their relationship. She gained thousands on thousands of followers on all of her public social media pages. She milked the attention, jumping on any chance at a sponsorship or ad campaign. She also shared as many pictures and videos of Chris as she could, much to his dismay. He’d complain to me countless times about how he wished she wouldn’t share as much, how he wanted their relationship to be more private. He talked to her about it, too, just as many times, but she claimed she was “just giving the fans what they wanted.” The fact that she went against Chris’s wishes didn’t boost my opinion of her.

I sigh, “As much as I want to grab our parents and leave with you right now, there’s someone you need to talk to first.”

He sighs too knowing I’m right. “I know.”

I stand from his lap, the left half of my body instantly missing the warmth his was giving off. He stands too before pulling me back. His arms envelops me in a bone-crushing hug, his nose burying itself in my neck. “Can you say it again?” He whines.

I can’t help but cackle at his request. “I’ll tell you as many times as you want me to...” I pull back to look at him, “after you talk to her.”

He groans again, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Fine.”

“Finally!” We hear behind us. I turn to see Scott standing at the door to the terrace, “there you are! Dude, the mother and son dance is next! Get your ass in here!”

With that, our bubble breaks and we rejoin civilization. I don’t miss Scott’s look as Chris rushes passed him. I tell him to stop as he starts pestering me about what we were doing out there for so long. I try to tell him that it’s none of his business but he sees right through me. He is my other best friend after all.

As we make our way over to the bar, he quietly recounts what he saw earlier today from when he saw me this morning to when I walked down the aisle towards him, how he’d never seen his brother look that- “heartbroken” was his word- before and how instantly unemotional he was when his bride walked down. He also tells me that when he was lighting the unity candle that he snuck a peak at me. He swears he thought his brother almost said “fuck it” to the whole thing and rush over to me. Of course I didn’t see that so that was definitely news to me but it only confirmed what Chris had told me.

I feel the butterflies going awry in my stomach at the thought of Chris interrupting his wedding to check on me. What would I have done if I had looked up to see he was right in front of me? Would I have broken down right then and there? Would I have begged him to choose me instead? Would he have told me how he felt in front of everyone he knows, including the woman he was supposed to be marrying? How mortified would I have been if he did all of that? Or would I have completely skipped mortified and jumped immediately to elated?

“So who told you?” Scott’s question breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?”

He repeats his question, “He clearly didn’t tell you given the way you rushed in here and stole him away for damn near a half hour. Shanna and I had a bet on if you two would even be coming back.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him, “Who won?”

“Not important.” In other words, not him. He asks for a third time no longer accepting my dodging methods.

Scott’s always been able to see right through me. That’s how he got me to confess my feelings for Chris. He’d badger me, I’d deflect, he’d ask again, I’d attempt to change the subject, but he wouldn’t have it. He’s always had that uncanny ability to make me spill all of my secrets. But he’s also the type of person who would take those aforementioned secrets to the grave. No matter how much he seemed like a blabbermouth on TV with spilling Chris’s secrets- says it was his brotherly duty- he has never said anything about mine.

Thankfully it was our turn to order our drinks so I got a reprieve for a bit. Before I could grab mine, he did. “Oh, no you don’t.” He places it out of my reach. “You don’t get this until you spill about what happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Bull! You haven’t smiled all day today except for this morning and when you walked away from that conversation. And don’t even try,” he sasses, “to hide the fact that I saw something between the two of you just now. Something was said and/or occurred.”

I strongly consider not telling him. He would want every single detail. If I did tell him, he no doubt wouldn’t be able to stop himself from celebrating. He would want to tell all of his siblings and his parents “IT’S HAPPENING!” as soon as I get done.

He’s said for over twenty years how much he wants me to officially be his sister. He’s begged me to tell Chris, literally pushing me into his vicinity (the room he’s in, his personal bubble, into his person- it never ended). He’s always been supportive of his brother and I possibly getting together. He’s teased me mercilessly since he first recognized my feelings.

However, not saying anything is what got me into this mess in the first place.

And he does the same thing that Chris does when he wants something- he abuses his pure blue eyes and gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes he can conjure and to add extra effect he occasionally juts out his bottom lip and bats his eyelashes. He didn’t try that this time but his big doe eyes were enough.

“Nothing happened,” I repeat. Just as he was about to interrupt, I beat him to it, “BUT,” he settles back down, “something was said.”

“I knew it!” He exclaims. “Tell me everything!”

I pull him away from the crowd and do just that. As expected, he was ecstatic that everything was finally out in the open. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest that our mothers blew the secret. He says he’s overheard them they talk about it constantly on the phone and in person. He’s also proud of me for confronting him, forcing him to tell me the truth. He was ready to depart back to Mass at the drop of a dime if that’s what we wanted to do, he was not going to miss the “most important event of his lifetime.”

I spend the rest of the night stealing glances from Chris, dancing with Sebastian, and trying to keep Scott in line. The last thing I said to him was I didn’t want him telling anyone else, even his sisters or his parents until Chris makes his decision.

Because there is a decision to make. Even though he said what he said to me doesn’t mean he will end things with his bride. He may completely change his mind when he sees his bride once she gets out of her wedding dress- I overheard her telling some of the bridesmaids about the lingerie she had underneath while I was getting my hair done. He could see her in a new light and decide to sign the marriage license.

I will accept whatever decision he makes no matter what. Because he is my best friend. I will accept whatever makes him the happiest even if it’s not with me.

I happily sigh as I retreat into my room. I fall onto the bed, thinking about what was said earlier tonight.

He loves me.

He couldn’t bring himself to sign his own marriage license because it didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right to him today until he saw me. He offered to tear up his marriage license and leave his own wedding reception to be with me. He was willing to risk everything to be with me.

Because we both know what will happen when the media gets ahold of this.

It will be a circus. A PR nightmare. Chris will likely be disliked by many, which he will think he deserves. He won’t take it lightly either. He may even go into hiding a.k.a. stay in Boston until something else inevitably knocks it out of the top spot.

I know there will be speculation as to why he left his fiancée on their wedding day. There will be awful headlines that will not be kind to him. And I know that no matter what he or anyone else says to counter those false headlines, no one will believe a word.

That’s the crappy nature of the media beast. Everyone will want to give their own opinions on the situation- most, if not all, will be negative.

I’m abruptly jolted awake by repetitive knocking on my door. I roll to my side, not even realizing I fell asleep in the first place. I didn’t even get a chance to change out of my dress before exhaustion from the day took over.

I turn towards the window to possibly gauge what time it is without looking at the clock. It’s barely daylight. The sky is a very light blue with the sunlight hardly mixing with it.

Glancing at the clock, my suspicions are correct. It’s just past 5:30.

I groan at the fact that I just managed to get three hours of sleep before I was so rudely awoken.

Speaking of, the knocking persists.

Peeling myself off the bed, I stumble to the door fully planning on giving the person a piece of my mind. How dare they interrupt my sleep! Don’t they know that women, especially me, need beauty sleep? Everyone who knows I’m here knew I had been out late. So whoever is on the other side of this door, I will not be pleasant to.

I hear my name muffled by the door followed by a “please, open up.” I’m pretty sure I’m not fully awake yet but I swear that, even though it was muffled, it sounded like Chris...

I open the door after struggling with the lock to see exactly who I thought it was.

Before I could start to chastise him, he speaks.

“I know you’re mad about being woken up, but we need to go.” He shoves passed me into my room and over to my suitcase. “I couldn’t talk to her, she was too drunk by the time we got back to our room. She slipped out of her dress, nearly tripping over the damn thing then passed out on the bed. I left my ring and the unsigned license on the table with a note. I couldn’t wait until she woke up.” He enters the bathroom now, coming out with all of the toiletries I left in there. He places them in my bag haphazardly before trying to zip it shut. “I know you wanted me to talk to her and I will... at a later date.“

“Christopher, stop,” I pull his hands away from my bag which he is about to break.

He sighs frustratedly before giving up on it completely. “I booked us a flight back home in two hours.” He pauses as he lets that sink in for me. “Let’s go. You and me. Just like I said.”

He’s choosing me. I can’t believe he’s choosing me over her. For years, I wished he would. I dreamed of the day he would finally wake up and see that the partner he’s searched for was right in front of him this whole time. Turns out he knew all along, he just didn’t have the guts to say anything until I confronted him about it.

I shake off the shock and the leftover sleepiness, “What-uh, what about our families? We can’t just leave them here.”

“It’s all taken care of.” He steps closer, running his hands from my shoulders down my arms until he intertwined our hands together. “I left them all messages letting them know what was going on.”

“You told them?”

He shrugs, “I had to. It didn’t feel right leaving them out of the loop. I mean they have wanted this as long as we have.”

In this profoundly serious moment, he manages to make me smile. I shouldn’t be surprised though. He’s been making me laugh or smile at the most inopportune and inappropriate times. During Family Game Nights was always his favorite. When we’d play Twister, he’d whisper something totally random into my ear and I’d burst out laughing therefore losing my balance. Also during my choir concerts, he loved sitting in my direct sight line and making faces at me.

He caresses my face with his hand, I lean into his touch. “So what do you say?”

“I’m in.”

No hesitation. No hint of reservations. Complete and total honesty. Zero regard for what he just did a few hours ago.

“God, I am all in.”

And finally, after the longest 20+ years of waiting and secretly pining, he kisses me.

I feel it in the deepest parts of my soul that this is right. This feeling is the most “right” I have ever felt in my entire life. He completes me in every way imaginable. What even was my life without him in it?

Six months later, we make it official in front of our families and closest friends in the Evans family backyard. Everything was exactly how I always pictured it. From my dress, the flowers, the way he looked at me when I walked down the aisle towards him... this time, there were tears of joy on both of our ends.

Our mothers cried. Scott cried. Everyone cried at the overwhelming feeling of love here between us and between our families, as we became one.

After the ceremony, there was still one more thing we had to do.

The minister pulls us aside and lays out our license on a table. I quickly scan it, like I have for a month prior to today, still in utter disbelief that we were finally together and taking this next step.

Something catches my eye as she’s filling out her portion.

Chris had already signed it.

I look to him at my side to see he has the giddiest smile on his perfect face.

“I couldn’t wait,” He admits shyly.

As if my heart couldn’t melt any more...

“Damn it, Christopher,” I dab away the happy tears before they fall. He kisses my cheek then my lips before it’s my turn to sign.

I write out my name with his last as I’ve doodled on countless pieces of paper over a million times before. It was the easiest thing I’ve ever done, besides say “yes” to marrying the love of my life.

The minister makes the “you’ve been practicing” comment as I hand her back the pen.

Oh she has no idea...

Our moms tearfully do their part as witnesses, both embracing us after unable to contain how overjoyed they are for us.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” She shakes our hands after tucking the license into its designated envelope then takes her leave.

Lisa is the first to comment on our future children while we take a few quick photos. “Now don’t be waiting too long to start trying. We’ve been waiting long enough for this day.”

Chris and I laugh before I happily reply, “I promise you won’t have to wait for much longer,” with my hand on my stomach.

The looks on all of their faces was captured by our photographer as we had planned.

Having just found out yesterday morning, I couldn’t wait to tell all of them. I figured this moment was the best possible.

As they bombard the both of us with hugs and even more tears, I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

Everything is coming together as it always should have been. The man I’m hopelessly in love with is now my husband, his family is officially my own as well, and we have created a miracle with the love we have for each other.

Later that night, we’re lying in bed with his hand on my stomach, his new ring is proudly on his finger, where it will stay for as long as we both shall live.

He whispers how much he loves me and how happy he is like he has just about every day since we got together. The same butterflies go awry in my stomach, or that might be the baby’s movements.

Either way, I fall asleep as I am, even though my dreams couldn’t possibly beat my new reality.

Everything is at long last right in the world. Or at least in mine.

~*~

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#is it right #chris evans #chris evans x reader #christopher robert evans #chris evans imagine #christopher evans #chris evans drabble #chris evans oneshot #chris evans x you #chris evans x ofc

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hotarutranslations · 3 years

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TEPPEN!

Its Ishida Ayumi!

Geinoukai Tokugiou Ketteisen TEPPEN

Thank you very much!

Those that supported me…… Really, thank you…… 😭

Although I strong said like, Please enjoy it! And, It was fun! I did my best!

Um honestly I was so scared……

Therefore even though it was a struggle, Since I love dancing, I of course had the feelings of doing my best,

That’s how it was!

Therefore really, everyone who supported me! Thank you very much!

Watching it,

Since the recording is over, I can’t do anything about it anymore, So why was I so nervous about it, I couldn’t calm down but was everyone alright? 😇 Lol

I wasn’t calm when dancing myself 😇 fuha

Being able to dance there, It was really fun, I was also nervous but, Since my goal is to have fun this year, I think I challenged having fun!

Also as someone who has been an idol for 10 years,

For my dancing, With the feelings of…….to express the song,

This time I got to dance to, And listened to YOASOBI-san’s “Gunjou” 😌🍀

I love it…… I like the things I like… Also just enjoying it…. the lyrics also pushed me forward

Also I normally like dancing so,

At that distance, Everyone can see me dance, It was really fun 🤤❤️

For Kimura Masaya-san, I watched INI-san dance to some of their songs, I thought they were a c-c-c-c-crazy opponent!

They were also charming as the first performer, I was really nervous…… 😖👏

3ji no Heroine’s Kanade-san! Kanade-san! I’m really happy we were able to meet!

Before, Fukuda-san introduced my dance on the show, although I hadn’t met Fukuda-san, I thought, they were really nice, everyone in 3ji no Heroine…… ❤️

This time, in this way, I’m happy that I was able to meet Kanade-san!

With that, um, she made me smile more than anyone else, it was a stage on Kanade-san could do, It was really fun to watch it!

Sekai-san was…… I ended up being surprised, this is what it feels like to be amazed, nah really they were so cool, I even thought I could learn from them, Nah I’m afraid to learn from them though……!!!

I was overwhelmed by their power…… They were too amazing…… 😭👏

Also, FISH BOY-san!

I could feel his confidence as the previous champion, a performance where he expressed himself as well as the music, further, how he fascinated the audience as a competitor of TEPPEN, he had everything! How unfair! He was amazing! I also ended up enjoying as I watched him!

Also FISH BOY-san, on YouTube, Thank you for mentioning my name…

Natsu-sensei!!! I’m happy that they saw the current Ishida!!!

Thank you very much for the kind words!!!

From now on I’ll do my best!

Also this time I had been invited but, For Morning Musume, For Hello! Project, There certainly are a lot of girls with strong personalities ❤️

For dance as well,

And for piano!

For dance, its this, by all means,

Hello Pro Dance Academy

From Hello! Project, it’s a show where members who like dance were chosen and challenge various types of dance 🕺

Social dances, tap dance, contemporary dance, hip hop, a collab with Umebo-san, a collab with s**t kingz-san, and a collab with Fabulous Sisters-san,

Next time airing from April 21st, we'll have a collab with DA PUMP's KENZO-san 🕺

Mayonaka ni Hello! The Hello! Project members,

Are appearing at random in this drama every episode

Its airing every Thursday from 12:30AM 🌷

🐱🍙🐭

It releases February 18th

We're Having Auditions!

The deadline is February 9th, we're waiting 🌷

↓Tokyo Sports Notes was updated #51 Words I'm Not Good With

What does everyone think about this, please tell me

Teenage Solution - Morning Musume ‘21

Gunjou - YOASOBI

Yoshi Yoshi Shite Hoshii no - Morning Musume ‘21

Thank you for your support! Goodnight!

See you ayumin ❤

https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12725290618.html

#Ishida Ayumi #Morning Musume '22 #Morning Musume #Hello! Project #Translation #Blog

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lillywillow · 4 years

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Sinners ‘n Saints

Summary: When private detective Steve Rogers is hired to investigate the wife of a client who claims she is having an affair, he discovers some things are not quite adding up.

Word Count: 2208

Square Filled: 1940’s AU

Pairings: Helmut Zemo x Female Reader/ Steve x Female Reader (later)

Warnings: Infidelity, smoking, drinking, mild language, 40’s slang

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

New York City. The Big Apple. The city where dreams were made. For all her glitz and glamour, Lady New York held some dark secrets. Steve Rogers knew this well from his years of working as a private investigator, covering everything from missing persons to ransom cases.

One quite afternoon, Steve was pounding away at the keys of his typewriter, taking some time to document some of his toughest cases when a man entered his office. The gentleman’s hair was nicely combed; he was well dressed in a finely tailored suit, expensive Italian shoes and obnoxiously overpowering cologne. He walked over to Steve’s desk and sat in the vacant chair. He lit a cigarette and took a drag before addressing the detective.

“You are Detective Steve Rogers of ‘Rogers Private Eye Agency’, yes?” He spoke with an accent that Steve couldn’t quite place.

“I am. How can I help you?” he asked, pouring the man a glass of bourbon from the decanter on his desk. He thanked him and took a sip before introducing himself.

“My name is Helmut Zemo. I suspect my wife is having an affair...”

“I see... and what brought on this suspicion?” Steve always hated this part of the job. When spouses came to him with accusations of being unfaithful.

“It is just a hunch... for now. I would like you to find evidence soon.” Helmut placed an envelope full of cash on Steve’s desk. “Here is half of what I am willing to pay. You will receive the other half when you complete the job.”

Steve took the envelope and was shocked to see how much was in there. Helmut finished the drink, cringing as the amber liquid burned his throat and stood up.

“You may start this Friday. My wife will be singing at my club The Baron.” With that, he left.

The name suddenly clicked in Steve’s head. Helmut Zemo was a wealthy socialite who owned many nightclubs and made it into the gossip rags. There was something that didn’t sit right with Steve about the man; however, he would take jobs where he could.

That Friday, Steve went to The Baron for his night of surveillance. He took a table somewhere in the middle; close enough to see the action for himself but far enough back not to be noticeable. Steve looked around the joint, taking notice of his surroundings.

The place was classy. The furniture was polished with the highest sheen and drinks were served in the finest crystal. The large stage in front was obscured by a velvet red curtain which would no doubt be drawn when the entertainment would begin. As he scanned, he noticed a lot of high powered men who were rumoured to be part of a crime syndicate. Steve’s attention was broken when the announcer spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage our very own nightingale Ms Y/N!”

As the curtain went up, the band began to play. Lying on top of the piano was the most stunning women Steve had ever seen. Her hair was done up in curls, pinned back with a diamond hairclip. Her lips were painted sinfully red and the second she opened her mouth, her honeyed, velvet voice poured out. Her black dress sparkled under the spotlight. As she sat up and crossed her legs, the split in her dress moved up, showing off her supple thigh. Men called and whistled at the sight.

Y/N gracefully jumped off the piano, her dress smoothing down her sides, the bottom pooling at her feet. He could now see the way how nicely it framed her curves; curves that would put Mae West to shame. Y/N made her way into the audience, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She would place her gloved hand on the shoulder of one of the patrons, fingers running over the length of it before moving onto the next person. As she moved a little closer, Steve could see more of her diamond and pearl jewellery and smell her expensive perfume. A dame like this would certainly have no trouble attracting any man she wanted. When the song ended, she made her way back to the stage and finished up. The crowd burst into raucous applause and gave a standing ovation.

After the show, Y/N made her way over to the bar. Steve followed, placing himself far enough away not to be noticed. She ordered a drink and while waiting, a gentleman approached her.

“Hey, doll. Can I buy you a drink?” he smirked.

“No, sir,” she cooed, giving him a playful tap on the nose before taking her ready drink and heading backstage. The man was about to try further to coax her when his friend grabbed him.

“Are you crazy?! That’s Zemo’s missus. You want to be found on the bottom of the Hudson with cement shoes?!” The man’s eyes widened and headed off.

Steve pretended he didn’t hear the conversation and ordered a whisky neat.

“What’s the deal with the singer?” he casually asked the bartender.

“Oh, I wouldn’t waste your time with her. She’s only got eyes for her husband. A husband I might add with a mean jealous streak in him,” he said, pouring the drink and giving it to Steve.

This information made him think. If this information was true, why would Zemo contact him to find evidence of infidelity? Was Y/N the type of woman who liked to play dangerous games? From what he saw on stage, he wouldn’t put it past her. However if this were the case, why would she turn down the gentleman’s offer? Perhaps some things would be clearer in the light of day.

...

Throughout the week, Steve followed Y/N wherever she went at a distance. She filled her days with perfectly mundane tasks such as shopping, cleaning the house or the occasional trip to the salon. Every interaction she had with men was normal and innocent enough, all conversations at appropriate length. There were no signs of the captivating temptress Steve had observed at the club that night.

Her evenings were just as ordinary. The most exciting thing to happen was when she hosted a card game with her lady friends. Y/N spent most of her nights alone and when her husband did finally come home, she was greeted by a cold kiss on the cheek. Steve found this rather odd.

One night, Y/N was sitting at the table with dinner freshly made, patiently waiting for Helmut to come home. The phone rang and she happily ran to answer it. Her expression went from smiling to looking sad as she spoke to the person on the other end. When she hung up the phone, she returned to the table and held her face in her hands crying. Steve assumed that was her husband telling her he would not be home for dinner.

...

The following Friday, Steve went to the club once more and watched Y/N’s performance with fresh eyes. Yes, she was just as enticing but she was also professional. Steve suspected that this was the act of a strong woman who was trying to keep her marriage from falling apart while doing her job as the sultry nightclub singer. After the show, he noticed someone heading backstage with a large bouquet of flowers, presumably for Y/N. He quickly intercepted them and went to deliver them himself. Steve knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter before going in. Y/N was dressed in a silky robe and taking her hair out of its style. There was a red haired woman helping her that Steve saw around the club.

“Delivery for ma’am,” he said, holding out the flowers to her.

“Oh, thank you,” she smiled, taking them from him. “They’re beautiful.”

“Probably more guilt flowers,” Nat said bitterly.

“Nat, please...”

“Oh, wake up and smell the coffee, Y/N! Helmut is cheating on you!”

“Enough! He gives me flowers because he loves me! I’m one of the luckiest gals in the whole city! My husband showers me with jewellery and imported perfumes and-and expensive clothing because he loves me! Helmut loves me Natasha...” her voice became reverent and Steve wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince her friend or herself. How could he be so wrong about her? This was not a woman having an affair. This was a woman who was trying so desperately to believe that her husband was still faithful to her.

“Are you still here? Get out!” Nat barked at Steve, going to hug Y/N. He took this as his cue to leave. Maybe he should take a closer look at his employer.

...

Sure enough, as soon as Steve began to follow Helmut around, the evidence was as plain as the nose on your face. He saw the man with multiple women who were not his wife. He took pictures of them kissing and/or locked in a passionate embrace. Steve felt bad for Y/N and decided to go to her with the photographs.

...

Steve arrived on the Zemo’s doorstep, taking care to come over at a time he knew Helmut would not be home. Y/N was understandably surprised to see him but invited him in nonetheless.

“Mrs Zemo, my name is Steve Rogers and I’m a private detective. I... I’m afraid I have some bad news about your husband,” he said, handing her the envelope with the pictures. As Y/N looked through them so many emotions flashed across her face.

“Did Nat put you up to this?”

“No... Your husband did.”

“Wh-what?”

“He hired me to investigate the infidelity on your end but...”

“That bastard! First he disrespects the confines of our marriage bed and then he hurts me further by treating me like a common whore?!” Y/N threw a nearby vase against a wall in anger. Tears started flowing down her face

“Why would he do such a thing?”

“The fidelity clause... I come from a rich family and owning so many businesses, Helmut was rich too. Our lawyers though it was a good idea to protect our respective assets. If one of us was proven to be unfaithful, they would be able to take the other for everything.” Y/N dropped to her knees.

“I knew for a long for a long time I just... I thought if I told myself it wasn’t true, wished it hard enough that it wouldn’t come to light...” Steve carefully hugged her. She allowed him to, leaning into his warm touch. “He never used to be like this. I know he loved me once but I don’t know what happened.” Steve gave it some thought.

“I... I know someone in the paper. If you will allow me, I could give the story to him. He’d approach it tastefully...” Y/N was quiet for a few moments.

“Do it. I want him to feel as humiliated as I do. I want his name dragged through the mud as he has done with our wedding vows...” Y/N softly removed herself from Steve’s embrace and stood up, wiping her eyes and sniffling.

“I apologise for making a scene...”

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for dropping this information on you. My job is to fund the truth not fabricate stories.” Y/N offered him a small smile.

“Thank you. Steve was it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’ve got a kind heart. I appreciate what you’ve done for me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few arrangements to take care of.” Steve nodded and headed off, hoping that he would see her again one day.

...

It was the biggest scandals of the year. In the months that followed, it was discovered that not only Helmut was cheating on Y/N but he was also involved in illegal activities; often involving crime syndicates. That was how he earned his fortune. As far as Steve knew, Y/N got everything in the divorce.

One afternoon, Steve had a surprise visitor.

“Detective Rogers?” Steve looked up to see Y/N knocking on his door, already having entered the room.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” As she crossed the room, he could see how much more confident she looked, like the woman she portrayed herself to be on stage.

“Helmut owed you a debt and I intend to pay it,” she said, placing the envelope full of money on his desk.

“I... I can’t accept this...”

“Please. He hired you to find proof of unfaithfulness and as far as I’m concerned, you found it. You have done your job, sir.” Steve looked at the pay-packet on his desk.

“I know this is a little forward but... may I take you out to dinner?”

“I would like that very much. Pick me up at seven,” Y/N warmly smiled.

Steve couldn’t wait until then. After all that she had been through, a lady like Y/N deserved to be out with a true gentleman.

#ssb2021 #40's AU #Steve Rogers #Female reader #steve x reader #baron zemo #Zemo x reader #Marvel #Marvel fic #Cheating #Singer #Nightclub #Natasha Romanoff #Sinners 'n Saints #Detective!Steve Rogers

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sigillaria-svt · 3 years

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Ferris Wheel

Pairing: Pianist!Wen Junhui x CollegeStudent!Reader

Word Count: 3,455

Genre: fluff, childhood friends, secret feelings, childhoodfriend!Joshua

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You sit in awe as you watch Jun, your childhood friend, perform in his first-ever solo piano concert. You've watched him grow up learning the piano day in and day out. It's always been his dream and you were happy to see him achieve it.

He was able to secure tickets to the front row seat just for you, and you were happy to see him perform up close. When he finishes all his pieces, he gets up from his seat and takes a bow. Jun smiles back at you before turning around to leave the stage.

After the show, you visit him backstage, bringing him a congratulatory bouquet for his successful concert. "You were great as always, but I'm really glad you managed to get me some front row tickets."

"I picked a good seat, didn’t I?” He says playfully.

Knowing you, of course, you wouldn't miss the chance to show the good side of your face." You hand him the bouquet. “Thank you for giving me a free pass, and at the front row, at that!”

"It's nothing," he says, looking away and playing with his bow tie. "I should be the one thanking you. Your support means a lot to me."

"Ehhhh, why are you being so shy? You should be proud of yourself!”

"I just...I've never performed for an audience like this before," he says. "I'm a little nervous."

You give a short laugh at his statement, but he doesn't seem amused. "Oh come on. You did well, incredibly well for your first concert. The crowd loved it as well. "

"I suppose..."

"Well, you're the one who always wanted to play the piano. How can you not be proud of such a great accomplishment?" you say.

There's a brief silence.

"Thanks..."

Before you can question him any further, he suddenly pulls you into a hug. You return the hug for a while before you both let go.

"Well, I should be off." He says, giving you a small nod.

"Hey, wait! Do you want to grab some food? It's on me. Think of it as a congratulatory gift."

"I can't, I have to practice in a few hours," he says sadly.

"Well, we still have a few hours, we won't eat for long. I insist."

He smiles once more and nods. "Yeah, sounds good."

The both of you make your way to the nearby Chinese restaurant, the one you two always ate at when you were in high school. You lead him to an empty table and begin to order your favorite meals. Soon enough, the two of you are eating your favorite foods and talking about anything that comes to mind.

"How's college?" Jun asks while taking a bite of his food.

"Oh, it's okay," you say. "A little difficult to adjust to, but I'm doing good. I miss hanging out with you. It was way easier when we had so much free time when we were in high school. "

"I missed that too," he says, "But things are certainly way easier now."

"How so?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm a full-fledged pianist now, instead of just a struggling one. Also, the girl I was dating broke up with me."

"What?!” You almost slam your hand on the table. You quickly lower your voice. “Wasn't she heads over heels for you? What happened?"

"Eh, she just tired of waiting. You know how she is."

You nod slowly, but something about the story doesn't feel right. "Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for me to become a success, of course. She said she couldn't wait around forever for me to achieve my goals."

"That's weird..."

"What?"

You purse your lips. "I mean, you've always been famous around the school for being a good pianist, but it's not like you're going to earn money overnight."

"It was for the best anyway. It showed that she was really just after the fame and not... Me." He says sadly, running his spoon through his bowl of soup.

With a burst of energy and anger, you puff your chest. "Hey, don't get yourself down! What are you, huh? You're funny, friendly, a good pianist, handsome, and a pretty good guy! She doesn't know what she lost. Hey, if she ever comes back, don't say yes, alright?!"

"Hah, yeah. Don't worry, I'll hold out for the real thing."

"Yeah, you always do."

You laugh it off, but to be honest, you were a bit disappointed. You held feelings for Jun when you were younger, but let go of him when he found a girlfriend. Now that she broke up with him for a shallow reason, you were so mad. You knew how good of a guy Jun was, and how much he treasured the people that are close to him.

You wouldn't be able to forgive such an insult. Surely he would see that.

"I have to go, my piano teacher is calling," Jun says.

"Alright, take care on your way there."

"I will. Later."

The both of you give a little wave to each other. Jun then leaves you to your own thoughts, while you ponder why you had such a strange feeling about this.

You pay up at the counter before heading back to your dorm.

When you get into the building, you see Joshua hanging out in the dorm lobby. Along with Jun, he was one of your classmates in high school and ended up forming a close friendship as a trio. Joshua ended up going to the same university as you studying psychology, while Jun ended up in a different music university.

"Hey, Josh!"

He looks up at you with a smile, waving his phone at you. "Hey, how was the concert? It's sad that I couldn't go because of exams."

"It was good. I think Jun was really happy to hear that your results came out well." You quickly take a seat next to him, putting your bag on the table. "And you know what? He just broke up with his girlfriend. I didn't see that coming. "

"Really? What for?"

"Shallow reasons. It makes me upset."

"Hmmm." Joshua says, nodding and looking away. "What do you plan on doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if he's broken up with his girlfriend, do you think you could possibly...?"

"What? No! Josh, I..." You unintentionally stutter at the thought. Although Jun was clueless, Joshua knew everything. When you first found out about Jun getting a girlfriend, you cried at his house for hours. You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew you still had a bit of lingering feelings for Jun. "I mean, you know already, right? I let go of him years ago. I thought he'd be better off with you know... Someone better. "

"Someone better? That sounds very final!"

"I'm just saying, that it would be a better path for him."

"Let's hang out with him over the weekend. It wouldn't do good for him to keep thinking about it while he traps himself in practice." Joshua says, flipping through his phone to look for Jun’s contact number.

"Trapping himself in practice? You really think so?"

"Yeah, I do. Just trust me on this one." Joshua says with a sigh.

Well, it's one way to look at it you suppose.

"Let's take him to an amusement park. It's about time we bring out his inner child again."

"An amusement park? I've wanted to go to an amusement park for so long! Alright, let's go!"

You trust Joshua to invite Jun to the amusement park. Although you weren't a fan of the fast rides, you knew that it would make Jun and Joshua happy. The next day, both of you get on a bus from the university to the nearby theme park. The both of you get down just in time for the park to open.

"So, have you been to this amusement park before?" you ask.

"I've been here multiple times, but this is Jun's first time." He says. Joshua looks around, looking for the familiar tall figure. "There he is."

You wave to Jun as he walks towards the two of you, a big smile across his face.

"Hey Jun, I'm glad you managed to get yourself some free time," Joshua says.

"Yeah, I could use a breather," Jun replies.

"Man, these rides really take it out of you, don't they?"

"That's why they're fun." Joshua replies as the three of you may your way to the line to buy entrance tickets. Although the two men are ecstatic, you feel a churning feeling in your core. You’ve never been a fan of heights, and of the three, you were the one that easily got seasick. You knew that this was going to be a long day, but you wanted to make it a good one to cheer up Jun.

Jun looks over at you, who seems to be looking pale at the sight of all the tall rollercoasters. "Are you going to be fine?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." You say. "Just... Never ridden a rollercoaster before. Not exactly the most confidence-inspiring rides. Besides, there's a first time for everything, right?"

"Yeah, there is." Jun replies, giving you a smile.

Your stomach starts doing flips as you remember that you need to get on that ride eventually. Eventually, the three of you get tickets for unlimited rides and head over to the first ride. The three of you get onto the roller coaster, which is about to begin boarding.

"Hold on to your butts!" the attendant jokes, and the two of them have a good laugh. You, on the other hand, simply smile awkwardly.

To be honest, you feel like you're taking the rollercoaster ride to your death.

The ride starts, and you scream the whole time. The roller coaster takes a wild turn through the inversion and while you're going at a pretty decent speed, you don't feel quite right. Over to your right, you see Jun and his large gummy smile.

"This is so fun! I wish I can do this all day!" he screams.

The rollercoaster takes a bunch of twists and turns, throwing you around left and right. You hold on to the restraints for dear life, your knuckles turning white at the effort. Eventually, you let out a deep, heavy sigh as the coaster finally comes to a stop, leaving you disheveled and nervous. Beside you, Jun vibrates in excitement. He's laughing like a kid as the restraints go up.

"Let's do it again!" he says.

You and your best friend laugh, then quickly sober up as you realize that you are at an amusement park after all.

"Let's get on a softer ride before we go back on this one."

"Alright!" Jun says excitedly.

Jun walks ahead of you and Joshua, excited to get on the next one.

Joshua leans closer to you. "If you feel sick, just let me know so I can help calm him down, alright?"

You nod, and follow after Jun.

There's a giant inflatable slide ahead of you that has a giant inflatable ball on it.

"I want to go on that!" Jun squeals.

"That's a lot of fun, huh?" You say back.

After a few minutes of waiting in line, you get onto the giant inflatable slide.

"Come on!" Jun excitedly takes your hand and pulls you to the slide.

You sit down in the middle of the slide, and let out a laugh as the inflatable ball inflates in front of you. As you and Jun glide down the slide, you look at your childhood friend. His bright, beautiful smile makes you feel at ease. Slowly, steadily, you let all your worries and concerns wash away. Compared to his pale face just after the concert, he seems happier now. That's enough to satisfy you.

As you both laugh and have an enjoyable time, the three of you ride the giant inflatable slide again and again. After about half an hour, you finish off the giant slide and get onto the next ride.

To those that don't know Jun, he may seem like a calm and cool pianist, but in reality, he's the most energetic man-child you know. He screams with joy with practically every ride he gets on.

You and Joshua manage to calm him down by convincing him to eat lunch and go on soft rides to prevent indigestion. You all sit together on the side of the park, munching on the lunch Joshua brought from home.

"After all these years, your mom's sandwiches are still the best, Josh." You say.

"Aren't they though?"

You smile and nod in reply. You take another bite of the sandwich, enjoying the stringy meat as it slides down your throat.

"I'll go buy some drinks." Joshua says. "Anything you guys want?"

"I'll have orange juice." You say.

"I'll have one of those drinks too, please." Jun says.

"Alright, I'll be back." Joshua says.

You and Jun continue to eat and chat as you wait for Joshua. You take a bite of the sandwich and start up the conversation. "Man, it feels like yesterday we all first met in music class. That was such a different time, you know?"

"Yeah..."

"Joshua and I were learning guitar for fun, and somehow we both ended up in majors completely unrelated to music.

"Yeah, I remember. Good old days." Jun says, his tone suddenly turning somber. "I just... Don't know what I'm going to do after college."

"What do you mean? You're going to be a professional pianist! I'll go to all your shows and buy all your releases!"

"Oh, you will?"

The two of you laugh as you take another bite of your sandwich. "Well I mean, if it gets expensive, I'll split the cost with Josh"

Moments later, Joshua comes back with the drinks.

"Here you are." He says, handing you each a small cup of orange juice.

"Thanks, Josh." You say, taking a sip from your cup.

The three of you finish your lunch and walk around before getting on the merry-go-round that's in the center of the park. As you slowly turn, you think about how much has happened since you first met. Your friendship with Joshua and Jun has strengthened and gotten closer to what it is now. You were happy to have these guys with you in your life. You pull out your phone and take a selfie with the three of you on the ride.

'Best friends.' You think to yourself with a smile.

You look up at the Ferris wheel. There are a few people still waiting to get on, along with a little girl and her mother.

"Let's get on the Ferris wheel later on during sunset." Joshua says. "The view of the city will be beautiful during that time."

"Yeah, a Ferris wheel sounds fun." You reply.

For the next few hours, you and your friends ride all the rides, eat all the food, and enjoy every moment you can. Even though you and Joshua are almost out of energy, Jun is as happy and energetic as ever.

He mainly uses his phone to take pictures and videos of himself. It came to a point where you could barely stand because of the dizziness, so you and Joshua had to stop him from riding any of the roller coasters.

Eventually, the sunset comes around, and you three fall in line for the Ferris wheel. Just as the three of you were about to step in, Joshua pulls out his phone as if to pick up a call.

"Oh man, wait I need to take this call." He says, even though you see no sign of a call on his screen. Joshua pushes the both of you in. "Go on without me."

You didn't have time to think before he closes the door and leaves you and Jun alone in the cart. The Ferris wheel turns, taking you and Jun higher at a slow pace. Somehow, being alone with him makes your heart beat faster. You look over at Jun, who's looking out to the city as the orange light hits his face. It's a new experience for you, being this close to him. The two of you don't say a word, just take in the view.

"Hey, I want to tell you something." Jun says quietly.

You turn your head to him, who seems to sit uncomfortably in his place.

Jun takes a deep breath in. "I'm afraid that if we stay friends, I'll lose you as we grow up. You're a really important person to me, and I don't want to lose you."

A lump forms in your throat. "Don't worry about that." You tell him. "We'll always be friends. No one is taking you away from me."

Jun looks down for a moment, and then looks back at you he stares at you for a moment, hesitating. "I love you." He blurts out.

You stare at him in shock while he quickly adds, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that! Just forget I said it!"

"No, don't--"

Before you can say anything further, Jun buries his face into his hands.

You say "Jun?"

"I can't take this anymore." He says in frustration. "We can still be friends if you want. I'll leave you alone if that's what you want."

"Wait, Jun, look at me."

Jun raises his face, refusing to look you in the eyes.

"Calm down, you haven't even heard my reply yet." You lean forward to put your hand on his knee. "You love me? In... That way? "

"I... I'm sorry, but yes."

"Oh..." You exhale. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, I'm glad you finally said it." You laugh. "All this time I've been holding back because I thought you would never like someone like me."

"That's not true! I do like you! I probably just held back saying it because I didn't want you to leave."

"Well, why would I leave, Jun?" You ask. "You're basically my best friend, and I'm happy spending time with you."

"But, what if I change?"

"You won't."

"What if something makes you so mad at me, that you won't want to be with me anymore?" He says softly, opening himself up to be vulnerable for the first time in years.

"We've had dozens of fights ever since we were kids. But I'm still here."

"What if it's worse than those?"

"Well, we'll deal with it then."

"But what if it's something you can't fix?"

"Then I guess we won't deal with it." You say. "We'll just accept it when it happens."

"Oh." He exhales. "That... That sounds a little bit easier than I thought it would be."

"Easier?" You laugh in disbelief. "Of course it's easier. If things get to a point where we can't deal with it, then we'll still accept each other.”

"Yeah..."

"We'll get through it together."

"I know we will."

Jun links his legs with yours, gently playing around with his fingers.

"I was really scared that I would lose you to someone else." He says.

"Like who?" You laugh.

"Like, maybe even a boy you met at the park."

"That's not gonna happen, I promise." You assure him.

"I know."

"How are we going to explain this to Joshua when we get down?"

"He'll probably figure it out even if we don't say anything." Jun says. "He's pretty smart."

"True..."

Before you know it, the Ferris wheel stops and the two of you exit. When you get down, you see Joshua on his phone on one of the benches. He looks up at the both of you with a smile. You return his smile and walk over to him.

"Hey, guys." He says. "How did it go?"

"It was good!" You answer.

Joshua looks over at Jun, who seems to be pretending that nothing happened. "Say what, let me take a photo of you guys. It's both your first time at this park, we need to document this."

You look at both of your young faces and give each other a look. After a brief moment, when you understand that the other is going through with this, you nod. Joshua takes a photo of the both of you with the Ferris wheel in the background, a large grin on his face

"Perfect." He says, returning his phone to his pocket. "Let's go and take a break at the cafe."

Joshua walks ahead of you and Jun, and you both follow. Jun shyly links his pinky with yours, swinging his arms around happily.

"Thank you for coming with me, I really had a good time here." He says.

"Anytime." You smile. - END -

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And Then I Left You

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a “what if” version to the RCD/TRR fan fic And Then I Met You Series

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Chapter 7 Seeking Warmth

The next few days in Lythikos seemed to drag by. Olivia, after a great deal of arguing, relented and offered to help Amanda and Thomas in not only keeping their relationship a secret, but in finding ways they could be together in private. The only hitch to the couple's plans was this suitor business.

Amanda had thought she wouldn't be under such scrutiny once Liam told her that the King and Queen were remaining at the palace so that they could prepare for the Regatta. She soon realized that she had attracted some unwanted attention from the one lady who missed nothing.

Madeleine.

The countess had begun to watch every move the ladies made, especially those that had become her biggest threats to her winning the crown.

The press had focused on Riley being an unknown delight. The people adored her already for her wit and obvious affection for Liam. Olivia had both the strength and intelligence that many thought were needed in their future queen. Her years of friendship with Liam had also caused several to place bets that she would end up the prince's choice.

Amanda, much to her own frustration, had somehow become a favorite. Her book along with it becoming a movie had brought her not only fame, but also a great deal of praise from the Royal family. The people of Cordonia had only known her as a quiet, steadfast duchess and friend to the crown prince. Now she had become one that the public wanted to know more about.

It was enough to irritate anyone, especially one who had no desire for the attention nor a real chance of ending up Liam's choice.

The first evening, Amanda had planned on sneaking downstairs for a moment alone with her director. Thinking she was secretly meeting with Liam, Madeleine intercepted her in the hallway.

Amanda was forced to give the excuse of going downstairs to the kitchen with Madeleine following along and giving her reasons why she herself should be Liam's choice.

Every secret rendezvous was interrupted by either Madeleine or someone else.

The parlor that the couple decided to meet in the next evening had Hana appearing to play the piano. The two had been forced to remain hidden behind a set of drapes throughout the entire performance.

The third night had Tariq bumping into Thomas and inviting him for a drink. Unable to think of a way out of it, he had been forced to wave Amanda back while he joined the fastidious noble for a glass of brandy and a long discussion of shoes.

It seemed hopeless.

Amanda and Thomas were back to longing glances and brushes past one another.

Or so they thought...

By the fifth day, Olivia reminded Amanda of something that only a handful of people knew about.

While Amanda was pulling her snow boots on for another long day of pretending to want Liam's attention, she was startled by the wall next to her bed opening up.

"You could have knocked." Amanda teased once over her surprise.

"Where's the fun in that?" Olivia smirked. "I thought you might like to use the hidden passageway to have your clandestine affair."

Amanda's expression brightened at that suggestion. She bounded over and squeezed Olivia in a brief hug.

"I completely forgot about this!"

"It has been over a decade since we trained in them."

"Played." Amanda corrected.

"How was our practicing to be Cordonian spies playing?" Olivia asked.

"I thought we were playing."

"This is why I should have kept up with your training. You never took it seriously."

"We were seven, Olivia." Amanda reminded her. "I was also pretending to have the ability to be able to find snow fairies in the woods near your home."

"I was too easy on you." Olivia grumbled. "I should have pushed you harder during our exercises."

She waved Amanda through the opening.

"I've marked the pathway from your room to Hunt's." She led her through the twisted labyrinth of hallways hidden behind unassuming walls, pointing out the arrows and such. "Just make certain to keep your bedrooms doors locked and be as quiet as you can walking through here."

They paused outside Thomas's hidden door.

"Well?" Olivia prodded. "Aren't you going to surprise him?"

"I think I better forewarn him before using it." Amanda whispered. "He could be changing clothes or--"

"What kind of affair are you having?" Olivia chuckled at the blush forming on Amanda's cheeks. "Maybe it is a good thing you never became a spy. You never could have hidden that blush."

Amanda smothered her laughter while turning back to her room. "True. I would have failed miserably."

Once back in Amanda's room, the two finished pulling their coats on and headed out to join the rest of the court.

******************

"Here." Drake offered his flask. "You look like you need this more than I do."

Thomas took it, silently toasting in thanks before taking a swallow. His attention remained on the ladies ice skating with some of the men from court while the whiskey burned down his throat.

Amanda was being forced to listen to Madeleine as they skated around the frozen pond. Her eyes met his each time she came near to where he was seated. He could see the worry in her eyes when she noticed the flask in his hand.

He knew he could not have all her time, but he should be able to speak to her without everyone suspecting something. They were collaborators for goodness’s sake! There should be nothing suspicious them walking off on their own or being left alone in a room together.

"No luck, huh?" Drake asked.

He shook his head. "Last night it was both Kiara and Tariq." He snorted softly. "I'm sure if we had tried to go somewhere else then Madeleine would have arrived with a few others in tow."

Drake scratched his chin as he tried to think of where the two could enjoy some time alone. "Can't you come up with something to do with movie or something? Something only Amanda can help with?"

"That's what I have been doing each time I pull her away for a private conversation. Most of the time she and I are stuck with you and Maxwell and Nadia." Thomas handed the flask back. "This suitors' business is more difficult to get around than I thought."

"You sound like you're ready to give up." Drake's eyes narrowed at how much that would hurt Amanda.

"I'm far from even thinking of giving up." Thomas snapped. "I am merely stalled."

Frustrated not only with their current situation but also at Drake thinking he wasn't even going to try, he took off for a walk along the duchy's grounds.

***************

Thomas had been gone no more than fifteen minutes when he heard the sound of someone rushing up from behind.

"Thomas! Wait!" Amanda called out.

He turned around in surprise.

"I thought you had to spend the day chasing Liam."

"I did." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But the ladies heard me complain about it being too cold out."

"But you love the snow."

"Yes, but they don't know that." She slipped her arm within his and tugged him further along. "I think we have managed to get at least an hour alone before some of them escape the cold."

He placed his hand over hers, squeezing it in gratitude for her quick thinking.

"I also thought of a way we can get a few more hours alone each day. I don't suppose you are against taking a few dance lessons?"

"Dance lessons?" He lifted an eyebrow. "I know the basics of ballroom dancing."

"But not the Cordonian Waltz." She smiled up at him. "I've seen the music Olivia has planned for her ball. There will be multiple Cordonian Waltzes through the night."

"Is it so different from a regular waltz?"

"It is and you learning it will help you decide how you wish to film that particular waltz in The Earl's Undoing."

"If it gets me time alone with you, then I am all for it." He paused once they were in the woods.

Checking to make sure no one could see them, he guided her back against a large tree and kissed her. He could feel her smile form before she actively participated. She slipped her arms around his waist, pressing him even closer, as their kiss heated up.

"I don't know why the court has to come to this godforsaken patch of frozen wasteland year after year."

The couple froze when they heard voices close by.

"We wouldn't if Olivia didn't insist on it." Another suitor grumbled.

"She's keeping Liam all to herself." A third muttered. "Like he would ever pick her when there are so many better options. Even that American would be better choice."

The group laughed as they walked past the path into the woods.

"We should probably go inside." Amanda barely whispered. "There's a side door to the kitchen around the corner. Olivia's butler, Harris, will take our coats and sneak us through the servants’ hallways to an empty room."

Thomas reluctantly nodded. He took her hand and did as she said.

"When will we begin the dance lessons?"

"This evening." She decided to keep the hidden passageway a surprise for him. "After dinner, wait in your room for my signal to join me."

******************

The rest of the day, Thomas forced himself to work. While Amanda sipped hot chocolate and took part in talking to Liam, he found a quiet room with a desk and continued to outline his notes for each scene. He would occasionally find himself lost in thought as he watched snowflakes fall from the window. Most of his thoughts centered around a certain duchess while the others tried to think of ways to get her alone without any interruption.

As he worked, he wondered if he could demand she show him the different locations the scenes had taken place in. She had shown him the pictures, but to actually go and see if they would work on camera...

He got to his feet and decided that before he got his hopes up, he should probably ask the one who would know whether or not that would be a problem.

He found Liam trying to escape an overly eager suitor along Olivia's portrait gallery. Clearing his throat, he got the pair's attention.

The lady glared daggers at Thomas while Liam didn't bother to hide his relief.

"I apologize for the interruption," Thomas began, ignoring the lady's huff of irritation, "but I need to ask about permits for filming on location around Cordonia."

Liam twisted his arm out of the lady's firm grasp. "Yes, of course." He bowed to the fuming woman. "Excuse me, Lady Sandra."

Before she could argue, Liam walked off, already discussing the film with Thomas.

Once they were out of earshot, the prince whispered his thanks. "We were part of the group Olivia was leading through the older areas of her home, but Lady Sandra somehow pinned me between a painting of a former king and herself. She asked questions about whether or not I thought his reign had been successful." Liam shook his head in exasperation. "Once the group was gone, she then latched onto me."

"It must be frustrating not being able to choose who you get to spend time with." Thomas said. "I think the list of suitors would diminish quickly if left up to you."

Liam's lips turned up in a half smile. "It would, which might not be what is best for Cordonia."

"Wouldn't it be best for Cordonia if their future king was in a happy, loving relationship with his wife?" Thomas prodded.

Liam hesitated in answering in the negative. "That is something I had not considered as an argument for a suitor."

"Perhaps you should."

"Perhaps." Liam found an empty parlor and motioned for Thomas to precede him. He closed the door to give them privacy. "Now then, what did you need to talk about since Amanda already got every possible permit you would need months ago."

"I had a thought of how to spend a few days with Amanda without interruption." Thomas explained having her be his guide around the Cordonian countryside. "Would that cause problems for her? And you possibly with the press and your family?"

Liam sat down while considering his suggestion. "I can't see that it would as long as she was through with it by the time the court goes to Applewood. That would only be the time when my parents would take offense. You both could leave after Olivia's ball and have about a week or so to yourselves. You'd miss the Regatta and beach party, but Amanda has never enjoyed either of those."

Thomas's curiosity over that last part was greater in his elation at finally finding some time. "Do you know why she doesn't?"

Liam's eyebrows lifted. "Yes, of course. That particular dock that we hold the regatta was where her parents kept their sailboat."

"Amanda went sailing while in California with some friends of mine. She seemed to enjoy herself."

"She loves it." Liam added. "But she won't sail from that particular point or go out into that part of the ocean." His countenance turned sad. "Her parents died on their last sailing trip."

Thomas sat down in surprise. "She never told me how they died. I didn't want to make her explain."

Liam nodded. "An unexpected storm caught them. Before our coastguard could get out there in time, they had perished. Amanda's uncle, Lord Nicholas, had to identify their bodies." He cleared his throat. "Her parents were beloved by all of us. We were around twelve years old when they died and Amanda swore she wouldn't go there for any type of activity. She has kept true to that all these years." He once more focused on Thomas. "Therefore, you finding a way to keep her from having to relive the memory of their death and giving it for why she would miss the event is perfect."

Thomas felt even more determined to take her away from something that would hurt her.

"We'll tell her this evening during dinner." Liam decided. "That way the nosier ladies will know and spread the word for us."

"Thank you." Thomas cocked his head to the side as another thought struck. "The Cordonian Waltz? Is it a difficult dance?"

Liam chuckled. "Depends on whether or not you have the right partner."

"It does?"

"Let's just say that the wrong one makes it a most regrettable dance." Liam left him alone.

Thomas pondered his words before leaving to prepare for an evening hopefully ending with some time with Amanda.

*****************

"I would love to show you around Cordonia." Amanda replied when Liam and Thomas casually brought up the plan.

"Excellent." Liam winked at her. "I'll give your excuses for your absence at the next few events."

"Thank you." Thomas softly smiled at Amanda. "Her grace has piqued my curiosity with her descriptions."

"I suppose her novel has shown the world a tiny piece of Cordonia's impressive history." Madeleine added. "But if you truly want to see Cordonia's finest then you should visit to either my home or Lady Kiara's." She cast a pitying glance toward Amanda. "The dukes and duchesses of St Orella have sadly done nothing noteworthy during their rule."

Amanda's knuckles turned white as her fingers tightened around her glass.

"Nothing noteworthy?" Olivia quickly interjected. "They've only been one of the most loyal to both crown and country." Her smirk held an evil edge. "If I recall, I believe one of the Karlingtons tried to overthrow Queen Charlotte. That is your father's side, is it not?"

Madeleine glared daggers at Olivia. "My family for the most part has been extremely loyal to every monarchy they have served, unlike some Nevarkis members."

Olivia shrugged dismissively. "King Luther Nevarkis was doing what many during his time tried. He was expanding his kingdom."

"He tried to kill Queen Kenna." Madeleine reminded her.

"He had already killed other rulers." Olivia added. "He would have appeared weak if he hadn't at least tried to eliminate the last one."

"So, you excuse his behavior?" Madeleine exclaimed in surprise.

"I've read why he did what he did." Olivia explained. "I understand why he thought he had to while disagreeing with his methods." Her own eyes narrowed in anger. "The Nevarkis line that followed shows how loyal we are to the rightful rulers of Cordonia."

Madeleine sniffed dismissively. "Still, Mr. Hunt, you will be quite bored if you delve too much into St Orella's history. It is nothing but romantic gibberish followed by a few that married into the Royal family."

"And fought in every single war Cordonia went through." Amanda added in a bitter tone. "I don't recall seeing many of yours, Countess, being among the list of heroes."

Madeleine stiffened. "My people were better suited for their intelligence than brute strength on the battlefield."

"So brave of them to fight mentally behind a cushy desk." Olivia taunted.

"Amanda's family history is what interests me." Thomas interrupted before Madeleine could snap back. "The more I read about them, the more I want to discover even more." He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde. "Generation after generation of someone in an advisory capacity sounds dull."

Madeleine stuck her nose up in the air. "I wouldn't expect an American to understand the nuance of Cordonia's nobility."

"Yeah, we Americans have never been involved with something like that." Riley spoke up. She winked at Thomas. "It's a shame we have never dealt with a king or assisted any countries with their own problems."

Liam chuckled. "Well Lady Olivia, I knew once we journeyed here that conversations would never be dull, but I honestly did not expect us to focus on our nation's history so much."

"You should know by now, Liam, to expect the unexpected in Lythikos." Olivia raised her glass in a silent toast to him.

****************

Around eleven that night, Thomas paced the confines of his room while waiting on Amanda's signal. He expected her to call or text to meet her in the ballroom and was surprised that she had yet to do so. After the spirited dinner they had taken part in, he wondered if she was upset. Unable to easily speak to her afterwards, he had only been able to whisper his concern with her shaking her head while whispering she was fine.

A brisk knock at his door caused him to pause. When he opened it, he was even more surprised to see Olivia's butler holding a silver tray with a bottle of wine and two crystal goblets.

"Sir, her grace thought you might enjoy this particular vintage." Harris said. When he noticed the confusion on Thomas's face, he lowered his voice. "It is a favorite of Lady Amanda's."

"Thank you." Thomas took the tray from him. "Please express my gratitude to Lady Olivia for thinking of me."

Harris nodded in approval.

Thomas shut his door and locked it as he wondered how on earth, he would be able to share a bottle of wine with Amanda. He couldn't get more than a few minutes here and there with her alone. How much more difficult would it be sneaking around while carrying wine?

Setting the tray down, he sat down on the small sofa near the fireplace while he waited.

"Is that for us?"

He jumped from his seat and spun toward Amanda's voice. His eyes went to his locked door then back to her.

"How did you get in here?"

With a mischievous smile she walked over to a wall near his bed and twisted a decorative sconce to the left. A portion of the wall slid silently open, revealing the secret passageways hidden within Lythikos.

"Olivia reminded me of these today and even marked the route from my room to yours." She explained. "Now we can spend our evenings together without anyone disturbing us."

He stepped out and marveled at the rough stone hallways. "This is incredible."

"A lot of the older manors have hidden passageways." She explained.

Thomas cocked an eyebrow. "Does yours?"

Her smile grew flirty. "Maybe."

He chuckled and followed her back into his room. Once the wall closed, he took her in his arms.

Thomas simply enjoyed a moment of holding her without worry that someone would catch them. He leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"For finding a way for us to be together without interruption." He murmured, kissing her again.

"Remind me to always find a way for us to be alone." Her laughter was muffled when he growled against her neck.

He walked her back to the couch he had been sitting on, collapsing on it with her in his arms.

Her smile caught his attention. "What are you thinking?"

"This was one of my daydreams." Her eyes met his. "You and I in front of a crackling fire. Snow falling outside." She pressed a kiss to his neck. "The two of us finding ways to keep warm."

His fingers threaded in her hair as he met her lips. "I would love to hear more about these daydreams."

She laughed softly. "Then I will make certain to share them each time we are together."

She eased away. "First though, we must teach you the Cordonian Waltz."

Amanda thought he looked adorably befuddled sprawled on the couch. His hair was missed and the slight frown at her leaving his arms made her want to return to his embrace.

"I thought the dance lesson was a ruse to be able to spend time together."

"I want to dance with you at the ball." She explained. A slight blush colored her cheeks. "I always wanted to with a man that I was in love with and who just so happened to be in love with me too."

His expression softened with understanding. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stood up. "Then let's begin."

Thomas felt his heartbeat quicken at the delight on her face when she took his hands. He tried to focus on her instruction, but he kept getting distracted by having her so close.

"Thomas!" She stumbled over his feet when he kissed her. She failed in trying to appear stern. "Pay attention, please."

He kissed along her neck, up to her ear. "I am paying attention."

"To the dance steps." She bit down on her lip, tilting her head so he could continue his path back down her neck.

He lifted his head with a sigh. "If you insist."

She mentally shook her head to clear it. With a few tries, they were actually waltzing around the room. When he twirled her into his arms, their eyes met.

"I now see why Reginald and Arthur hated watching the other dance this with Elizabeth." He brushed his lips to Amanda's. "This dance is nothing but temptation."

"Now you know why it was such a pivotal moment in their relationship." She mumbled.

"I don't think I could comfortably watch you dance this with anyone." He admitted.

"I know I wouldn't be able to stand you dancing with another either."

Thomas kept her in his arms instead of twirling her back into the next position. Their swaying slowly stilled.

"Amanda," he began only to be cut off by her kiss.

She looked up at him. "I think we've practiced enough, don't you?"

His lips curved. "Yes, I do."

*****************

The days leading up to the ball went easier than either anticipated. Being able to spend their evenings together helped them not be on edge in searching for a stolen moment or two. They both were noticeably more pleasant than they had been when they first arrived at Lythikos.

Perhaps they seemed a little too happy.

"You might want to bring it down a notch or two." Drake told Thomas as they walked downstairs to Olivia's ballroom. "People have been talking about the change in both you and Amanda."

"I didn't realize I was doing anything different." Thomas tried to stop thinking of going to Amanda's room earlier for one last waltz practice.

He had been struck speechless with how she looked in her royal blue ballgown. The one bare shoulder tempted him as he twirled her in his arms. And just like every practice they had, it was cut short with a kiss.

"These ladies vying for Liam notice everything." Drake muttered when he caught sight of a few entering the ballroom. "I wouldn't put it past some go them for exploiting anything to make their competition look bad."

Thomas tried to smooth his features into a less pleased one. It was difficult to maintain when his gaze immediately found Amanda talking to a Maxwell, Nadia, Riley, and Hana.

He then allowed his artistic eye to take in the beauty of Olivia's ballroom. A wall of windows revealed the snowy landscape with majestic mountains in the distance. Snowflakes glistened in the soft candlelight that adorned each table. Sparkling crystal chandeliers twinkled with their own low light, causing flickers on the dance floor.

Drake whistled. "Olivia went all out for this."

Thomas glanced at him when he heard a hint of irritation in his tone. "Does she not normally do this?"

"She does. Just not this," Drake gestured around the room.

"Romantic?" Thomas offered.

"Yeah." Drake grimaced. "I'm going to find my seat."

Thomas watched him walk off. He wondered if there was more to Drake's response to Olivia's efforts.

"Welcome Mr. Hunt."

He turned to find his hostess. "Your grace."

Olivia nodded in approval. "I hope you have enjoyed your stay here."

"I have." His frown eased. "And I know I have you to thank for it."

Her proud smirk flashed. "You're welcome." She cocked her head to the table at the front of the ballroom. "I decided to seat you at my table, even if you are a commoner."

He snorted and followed her over. "Any particular reason?"

Her gaze cut to where Amanda was. "A few actually." She waved toward his chair. "Make yourself comfortable. I must wait on Liam to join us."

Thomas pulled his chair out and continued his study of the room and its occupants. His mind drifted to the ballroom scene he would be filming soon. Studying the groupings of people, he began to think which actors he wanted where while considering camera angles.

"I see someone is lost in his work again." Amanda teased.

He quickly got to his feet. "And how do you know that?"

"I did work with you for months." She reminded him before lowering her voice. "And I might have stared at you during some of those long nights with the screenplay."

He chuckled at that. "Then I'm lucky you didn't catch me doing the same."

Her eyes dropped while her smile grew.

"Where did Olivia seat you?" He asked.

"Here." She pointed at the chair across from him.

He followed her around the table and held her chair out for her.

Leaning down as if to whisper in her ear, he brushed a soft kiss against her cheek. "I was hoping you wouldn't be too far away."

He straightened before she could respond or before anyone noticed his action.

Olivia soon returned with Liam, Maxwell, and Nadia. Another noble joined them that Thomas was introduced to.

"Rashad is not only the heir to Duchy Domvallier but he is also a partner in Sloan Industries." Amanda explained of the handsome young Lord. Her smile was warm as she continued. "His business expertise is something we have all been grateful for."

Rashad grinned at that before engaging Thomas in a conversation about producing a movie. "William and I were approached not too long ago about investing in a film, but we were leery of jumping into something we don't know much about."

Amanda left them to their discussion and focused on her other friends. Maxwell and Nadia were talking about the regatta coming up while Olivia and Liam added their own opinions.

Not wanting to participate in anything to do with that particular event, she instead picked at her salad while gazing out at the rest of the ballroom. She found Drake at the very back with Riley and Hana. The three seemed to be a little irritated as they tried to get a waiter's attention.

Her lips curved in a rueful grin as she thought of why Olivia had stuck him in the back. It seemed he would forever be paying for his childhood torment to the redhead for a long time. She was curious though why Olivia had placed Riley and Hana back there. What could they have possibly done to incur her wrath?

Course after course was enjoyed while the conversations flowed around her.

When dessert was being brought around, Olivia signaled the musicians to begin.

Liam offered his hand to her and the two went to the dance floor.

"Ready to dance, babe?" Maxwell asked Nadia.

"Yes, I mean NO! You need to get Riley out there first." She explained. With a quick kiss, she sent him after their friend.

Thomas met Amanda's eyes. He set his napkin on the table and came around to her side to the table.

"May I have this dance?"

His hand rested on her bare shoulder. His thumb brushed against her skin as he waited on her answer.

"I'd love to." She managed to say.

He helped her pull her chair back and placed her hand in the bend of his arm.

Rashad asked Nadia and followed the couple to the floor.

In whirl of color from the ladies' ballgowns, the dance began.

While the first few steps began, Liam chuckled when he saw Drake. "I see you put him in the back again."

Olivia's smirk held an edge. "It's his own fault. He reminded me of the one time I lost to him in a snowball fight."

"And Lady Riley and Lady Hana?" Liam prodded.

"That was not meant as a slight." Olivia explained. "You know how prickly everyone gets if their rank is not recognized by their seating arrangement." She grimaced when she saw Riley with Maxwell. "Neither of them has a title."

Liam nodded in understanding. "We do associate with snobs."

"That and how would it look if I put two more competitors at our table? At least Amanda's rank and my own friendship with her was understood by all why she was placed there. Maxwell acting in Bertrand's stead and Rashad about to be the new Duke of Domvallier also explained my seating arrangement."

"And Thomas?" Liam asked.

"You did personally invite him to take part in everything." She reminded him. "How could I not give him every courtesy?" A softer smile than she usually had formed. "Plus, he has impressed me with his unfailing pursuit of Amanda."

He nodded over to where the two danced. "He has impressed me too."

Olivia studied them. Her brow furrowed when she noticed that though the two were not doing anything improper, but there was a very definite spark between them that drew attention.

And there were several ladies noticing, especially when Amanda was twirled within his arms.

Whispers began to be hissed at the sexual tension between the pair.

"We have to do something." Olivia said.

"What can we do?" Liam asked.

Knowing of only one thing that would draw every ladies' eye, Olivia closed the distance between her and Liam and kissed him.

She felt his jolt of surprise and hoped that what they were doing would cause everyone to ignore Amanda.

If the gasps of outrage and shock were any indication, then her sudden plan had worked.

Liam cleared his throat when she broke away. "We should go somewhere and talk." He lowered his voice so no one near could hear his next sentence. "And that was a brilliant way to divert their attention."

She fought a proud grin as they stepped out of the ballroom to pretend to talk over their kiss.

******************

The next morning, Thomas and Amanda departed from Olivia's before most of the court guests awakened. Those closest to them stood outside to see them off.

"Enjoy yourselves." Liam shook Thomas's hand. "Just make certain you're back at Applewood in time." He hugged Amanda goodbye.

"We will." She replied.

Olivia hugged her next. "Keep your eye out for the press. I don't think they will follow you with the regatta and all coming up but you never know."

"We'll make certain they don't capture any image that could damage Amanda's reputation." Thomas promised.

Maxwell and Nadia squeezed them both in a group hug. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do."

Nadia giggled. "That leaves open a lot of options."

Drake rolled his eyes as he said his goodbyes. "Leave before they go into detail."

Thomas slipped his arm around Amanda as they walked over to the waiting car. He opened the driver's side for her before settling into the passenger seat. Her hand found his as she pulled out of the drive.

"Well Mr. Hunt, it looks like you are stuck with only me for company these next ten days."

He lifted her hand to his lips. "If that's the case then I am a very lucky man."

As their car disappeared around a bend, there was one person watching the departure from her window. Madeleine's brow was furrowed in thought. The more she had observed Thomas and Amanda, the more confused she was to the true nature of their relationship. She would have to pay more attention next time in case Amanda was doing anything that could possibly harm Liam’s choices for Cordonia’s next queen..

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iloveakindofmagic · 4 years

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PLEASE STAY AWHILE

One shot

Relationship: Deacury (John Deacon x Freddie Mercury)

Words: 2.7k

Summary:

If the death of Freddie Mercury had not happened and it was only a dream that a bassist had...

... would life give Freddie a second chance to be loved?

November 27, 1991

It was a day more cloudy than normal, large gray clouds covered the London sky with threats that it was going to rain.

The world of rock and music were in mourning ...

...Freddie Mercury died ...

~ • ~

Days before the vocalist, pianist and showman of the famous band Queen had left this world due to complicated pneumonia by AIDS, which he had acquired in 1987. Freddie, however, he kept it quiet, to avoid scandals and harassment by the press, although the latter was impossible, since the paparazzi had surrounded his house since the rumors began that he had this terrible disease.

But despite everything, he denied such rumors. Until the condition worsened and the end of Freddie approached. He decided that it was time to reveal to the world his true state of health. All the media reported the new declaration of the QUEEN’s vocalist

The day after the news, Freddie Mercury passed away ...

Thousands of QUEEN fans gathered outside the singer's house to say goodbye, singing songs, leaving messages of farewell to the singer who had become a Rock legend...

~ • ~

Now, Freddie's funeral was going to take place this day. Family, friends and the members of QUEEN were present to say goodbye to him.

For the band, Freddie's death was the most painful, they had lost an essential member of the band, an excellent singer and above all a good friend with whom they shared thousands of anecdotes.

The remaining members of QUEEN were completely devastated, especially the bassist John Deacon, who for him, the vocalist was his best friend, protector and motivation. He was deeply affected by this terrible loss, to such a degree that he was crying throughout the funeral.

After the funeral, Brian went to take a vacation with Anita so he could take in everything that was going on, Roger went home with Debbie and their children. John for his part went home to be with Veronica and spend time with his children to get through this.

The bassist came home, he was still devastated. He climbed the stairs and came to his room and then locked the door, he did not want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to be alone and let his tears flow freely. His wife understood that the death of his best friend affected him. She preferred to leave him alone for that day and the next morning she would talk to him.

John was sitting on the bed, he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he was drinking and letting the tears and sadness wash over him.

He couldn't believe what was happening, his heart was in pieces. He had lost one of the most important people in his life. He had a strange mix of sadness, hatred, anger, and guilt.

He felt guilty and hated himself for two strong reasons: on the one hand it was for not having been able to protect Freddie from fucking Paul Prenter, that bastard led Freddie to the world of debauchery and total perdition, which was the cause of that he got AIDS.

But he also hated himself for not expressing his feelings ...

John loved Freddie. At first he believed that it was a kind of affection and admiration for the Persian for protecting him and motivating him to write songs, however, one day he realized that he was more than a friend.

However, it was slow for John to realize that he was bisexual. He always hid these feelings because he had a wife and children. It did not mean that he did not feel love towards Veronica, he loved her, but not intensely as he did with Freddie.

But now John was broken inside. The love of his life was forever gone from this world and Freddie would never return.

He wished this was all just a bad dream and that Freddie was alive.

He lay back on the bed and he kept crying. The memories of Freddie are on the bassist's mind, he remembered the beautiful brown eyes that he had, his lips, that energy that made him unattainable.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he never confess his love to her? He wondered over and over as he took another sip from the whiskey bottle.

John was a mixture of sadness and drunkenness. His eyelids began to feel heavy, he let himself be carried away by Morpheus's arms, falling deeply asleep.

~ ☆ ~

John woke up with a severe headache, he had a huge hangover. It was already night, he had slept most of the day, his family must be worried about him.

Before getting up he realized something: He was not sleeping in his room, he was not even at home, but he was sleeping on a sofa that was in the main living room of Freddie's old house.

The bass player was puzzled. How the hell had he gotten there? Was he too drunk and traveled to Freddie's house? Everything was very confusing.

He got up and went to a bathroom that was close to him. He wiped his face with water and turned his gaze to a mirror. It was observed carefully, her hair was completely brown, there was no whiteness in her hair; his face was free of wrinkles, his appearance was as if he had turned when he was 28 years old, the age he was in 1979. He was confused.

"What the hell is happening here?" Thought John.

Suddenly, John heard a melody provided by a piano, then John out of his thoughts, it meant that he was not alone in that house. It was a melody so harmonious and powerful at the same time began to be heard. John could recognize him from thousands of miles away.

Quickly, he got out of the bathroom and walked around the house in search of the origin of that beautiful melody. The house was practically dark. Meanwhile, he finds a lighted room in the shadows, slowly he approached and leaned out to then find a surprise that left him in shock.

He was there, he was alive ...

... Freddie was alive ...

And there was Freddie, playing the piano. He looked so handsome, jovial, full of energy. He had short hair, however, he did not have the characteristic mustache of the 80s. Meanwhile, the brunette turned his back to the bassist as he focused on playing the piano while singing "You and I".

"Laughter ringing in the darkness

People drinking for days gone by

Time don't mean a thing

When you're by my side

Please stay awhile ..."

John had written that song to Freddie so that he could indirectly realize his feelings and an invitation to have something more than a simple friendship. John wanted to cry, he couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing Freddie again, he was hearing his melodious and beautiful voice again.

Was he dreaming? Did he go back to 1979? o Was Freddie's death just a bad dream? Whatever it is, he wanted to keep the brown-eyed there forever.

"You know I never could

foresee the future years

You know I never could see

Where life was leading me

But will we be together forever?

What will be my love?

Can't you see that I just don't know"

The bassist listened carefully the song performed by the vocalist.

"I can hear the music in the darkness

Floating softly to

where we lie

No more questions now

Let's enjoy tonight

Just you and I

Can't you see that we've gotta be together

Be together just you and I just you and I

No more questions just you and I "

...

When Freddie finished the song, he turned to look towards the door, finding John standing on the threshold of it, he gave him a smile

“Finally, You had woken up, Deaky” Freddie said, approaching where John was standing “You had drunk too much and fell asleep. Brian and Roger left, so …” He was interrupted by a sudden hug provided by John, taking the persian by surprise. Freddie responded quickly to this act.

“Don't go …” John said and began to cry in the arms of the vocalist “I don't want to lose you again” John whispered in the Persian's ear deepening the hug, he blushed.

"W-What are you talking about, John?" He said, he was puzzled “I am here... I'm not going anywhere” He separated a little to see the child's eyes and meet his beautiful green eyes full of tears, which worried Freddie. "What's wrong, John?" He asked as he caressed the minor's pale face causing him to shudder.

If this was just a game of his mind and he was only dreaming, he didn't want to wake up anymore. This felt more than a dream, it felt so real, Freddie's touch was so warm and comfortable.

The Persian took him to the kitchen and invited him to sit down.

"Do you want some tea?" He offered with a small smile, John just nodded.

He made and poured the tea into two cups. They were both silent for a long time as they took small sips of the drink.

“I had a dream, Fred" The youngest began to speak “In that dream you contracted a terrible disease and …” He stopped to take a breath “... You died young” John burst into tears again. “You left me alone, Freddie …” The Persian was shocked by such words, he worried about forJohn, he didn't like to see the bassist cry.

If there was one thing Freddie hated, it was someone or something hurting John, because these hurt him too. They were hurting the most important person in his life and the person he loved. That I did not forgive anyone.

Freddie had loved John since he had joined the band, he was different from the other men he had known. His way of being with him, his sweetness and innocence; Those green eyes which tore when he laughed, he was perfect for Freddie. He had always silenced his feelings because he knew that he loved Veronica, his wife with whom he had procreated beautiful children.

That is why he only limited himself to protecting and supporting him as a kind of minor brother.

“Oh, darling…” Freddie hugged John and he responded by hugging him tighter, letting his tears flow “I will never leave this world soon ... Brian, Roger and especially you will have Freddie for many years, I promise " He whispered sweetly. They continued hugging, enjoying the warmth.

John separated a bit from the older one

“Freddie, you must stay away from Paul Prenter” He changed his tone of voice to a serious voice, surprising the vocalist.

“John I …”

“He's not a good guy …” John interrupted Freddie letting go of the hug “He will make you fall into bad steps and that bad dream can come true” his hands held the vocalist's face and staring at him “ Please, let me protect you like you have always done”

“O-Okay John” Freddie blushed at John's words “Tomorrow morning I’m going to fire Paul”

A satisfied smile appeared on John's face, he felt that he had saved from a dark fate to Freddie.

They stared in silence, a slight blush appeared on their faces. Suddenly they both began to draw their faces closer, their hearts were beating fast, they could both feel their breaths.

They finally closed the distance when their lips met in a loving kiss. They both enjoyed that kiss, they transmitted thousands of emotions and feelings that they had saved for a long time.

Before they could deepen the kiss, Freddie reacted and separated of John quickly

“J-John, I'm sorry …” The vocalist got up from his chair, he felt that he had ruined a great friendship “I shouldn't have done it …”

“ Freddie, wait …” the brunette grabbed his wrist before he left “Haven't you realized?” He got up from the chair and grabbed the brunette's hands “I love you, Freddie. I've always loved you”

Freddie blushed when he heard those words, he was surprised.

“B-But Veronica …”

“The love I feel for her doesn't compare with the great love I feel for you” John got closer to Freddie, being inches away from him. They could see the difference in stature between them, John was taller than Freddie and the older man liked that difference.

The bassist hugged the older man's waist and brought him closer to him, blushing Freddie more

“I love you from the first day I saw you and I will always love you, Fred”

Freddie started to cry, he was very happy to hear those words

“Deaky, darling ... “ his hands held John's neck “I love you too much and I will love you forever”

John blushed, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he was very happy. Freddie stood on tiptoe and approached John’s face.

"You don't know how much I wanted this feeling to be mutual, John."

They both joined their lips in a sweet kiss, they felt that nothing else mattered but just the two of them. Now they could finally be happy together.

They deepened the kiss, now their tongues danced between them, exploring her oral cavities. The bassist’s lips traveled to Freddie's neck and he kissed his neck, drawing moans from the vocalist.

Freddie took John to his room and there they continued with the passionate kissing session ...

Finally, they made love with passion. Freddie was very happy, he had felt John inside of him and it was so special. It was the best sex Freddie had ever had in his life, it was so romantic and so passionate at the same time. Besides he was very happy to have made love to the person he most loved.

John was happy to finally be with the love of his life. For John it was not just sex , it was the beginning of a relationship and a new path in Freddie's life.

Both of them finally fell asleep hugging each other.

~ • ~

John woke up the next morning, he was naked and he was covered only with a sheet. Slowly he opened his eyes and found that the vocalist was not at his side.

A fear seized him when he saw that Freddie was not in bed.

Was it all a dream? Was Freddie really dead? He thought.

I was about to cry, when suddenly, Freddie came in holding a tray with a plate full of toast with cheese and orange juice. John immediately changed his face.

“Good morning, Deaky” He left the tray on the nightstand and approached the bassist to kiss his lips.

“Good morning, Fred” He said without stopping to see his new boyfriend.

The singer wore a kimono that he had gotten on one of the many tours to Japan. John was stunned to see him in that garment.

"Do you like what you see?" The old man modeled. John was able to see her naked and well turned thighs, she looked so fucking sexy with that.

“Y-Yes" He blushed "You look beautiful, Freddie" He confessed with a slight smile. Freddie's face turned red when he heard those words.

"Thanks, Deaky" She sat on the bed and leaned over to kiss him sweetly. "I love you"

“I love you more, Fred ... And I will love you always” John whispered and then gave him a deep kiss full of love and passion ...

~ • ~

Freddie fired Paul without saying any reason that same day . His ex assistant threatened to divulge everything he knew about him, however, the vocalist gave it little importance, since he had already found that person to love and he didn’t care about anything else.

While John asked for a divorce from Veronica, she understood John’s feelings towards Freddie and she didn’t oppose his decision, the woman promised that she would be discreet with the relationship he had with Freddie. He said to her that his children wouldn’t lack anything and every weekend he would spend time with the children.

A new story full of love and mutual affection began. John didn’t know if life had given them a second chance to be happy together and Freddie could live without having contracted that damn disease or it was just a very real nightmare. The only thing he was sure of was that he was going to do everything possible to make him happy and be that somebody to love that Freddie had always sought. He was going to protect and love him forever so that the dream he had was just it ...

... Just a dream ...

*THE END*

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petersasteria · 4 years

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Problems As The Youngest - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom x Holland!Reader

Requested? Yes! By anon x

Hamilrequest #9

“Take a break and get away.”

You are the youngest and the only daughter of the Hollands. Everyone treated you like a princess and your brothers are very protective of you. You are two years younger than Paddy and just like the rest of your family, you’re already exposed in the public due to your eldest brother’s fame.

You loved Tom, but sometimes you hated his job. It was so demanding and he never spends time at home and he’s always gone to go to some country and when he’s back, he leaves again. When he’s home, he doesn’t even visit you because he’s going out and partying with his friends and Harry and Sam would occasionally join in. They would also play golf and this time Paddy would come along and they never invited you. In short, you barely see him and you felt extremely excluded from sibling activities.

You tried getting his attention, because you wanted to be close with your brother. But it’s difficult if he’s the one not cooperating. You did everything just to be close to him. In fact, not just him. You did everything to be close to your brothers. As in, everything.

To be closer with Tom, you did ballet and gymnastics just like him when he was younger. You also went to acting school.

To be closer with Sam, you took up cooking lessons and you watched videos on YouTube about it. You even took up piano lessons in hopes that you and Sam would play together.

To be closer with Harry, you asked Nikki all about photography and the do’s and don’t’s of it.

To be closer with Paddy, you tried to understand all the games he was playing with the help of your male friends from school. You even took up football lessons.

Because of all those things happening at the same time, you were drained. But you were desperate. All your brothers didn’t have time for you anymore. You understand that they have their own lives, but would sparing, at least an hour of their day to be with you, hurt?

It’s no secret that the Holland family are very talented. You were definitely not an exception. You had a natural talent for singing and song-writing. Because of this, you would write all your woes and sing it out. Nikki said you’d be a singer someday and Dom said your gift was too amazing to be kept hidden.

But you kept it hidden anyway. You didn’t want anyone to know about your talent, because you were too shy about it. After all, you were just 13.

You were home alone, because Paddy went out with his friends, Sam had a date, and your parents went out as well. Paddy was supposed to watch you, but as soon as your parents left, he told you he was leaving.

You sat in front of the piano and practiced ‘Memory’ from CATS. You were going to audition for the school production of it and you really wanted ANY singing part. You could be Mr. Mistoffelees and you wouldn’t care. Singing really was your passion.

You took a deep breath and played the intro of the song and then you sang along with it. You were so distracted by playing the piano and singing that you didn’t hear your parents, Tom, Harry, and Harrison come in. They stopped and stayed quiet when they saw you and they were in awe.

“Burnt-out ends of smoky days. The stale, cold smell of morning. The street lamp dies another night is over. Another day is dawning.” you sang passionately with tears streaming down on your face. Despite the tears, you didn’t have a shaky voice. You were really like a professional.

“She’s really good.” Harry whispered with a small smile on his face.

“That’s our sister.” Tom said quietly.

“Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin.” you played the instrumental perfectly and held back a sob.

“I’m kinda tearing up too. I don’t know why.” Harrison muttered under his breath.

“Like a flower, as the dawn is breaking, the memory is fading.” you sang deeply before taking a deep breath to sing the highest note. “Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun. If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is...”

You looked up in slight shock to see your parents, Tom, Harry, and Harrison. ‘How long have they been here?’ you thought to yourself. The show must go on, so you continued playing, “Look, a new day has begun.”

You ended the song and wiped your tears away as they applauded.

“Y/N, we didn’t know you could sing.” Tom said, obviously amused that his youngest sibling had such a beautiful talent that she so selfishly kept hidden.

“That’s because I didn’t share it to people.” you mumbled and stood up from your seat before walking to the kitchen.

“But why? You sounded amazing!” Harry exclaimed as he followed you.

“She’s just shy.” Nikki defended. You shrugged and helped her set the table for late lunch.

“You were really good, Y/N.” Harrison smiled sweetly. “But why were you singing such an emotional song if you don’t mind me asking?”

You gave him a tight-lipped smiled and muttered something under your breath. Harrison looked at your brothers and then back at you and said, “Could you repeat that please?”

You looked at your parents and Dom nodded, “Tell them, love. It’ll be fine.”

“Tell us what?” Tom asked.

“I’m auditioning for my acting school’s production of CATS.” you said like it was nothing. After all, what’s the point in telling them if they wouldn’t be there?

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Harry asked.

“Acting school?! Since when did you go to acting school?” Tom questioned.

“I figured there’d be no point in telling you.” you shrugged and sat down and grabbed a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Why would there be no point in telling?” Tom frowned. “We’re your brothers. Don’t you want us there when you get the part?”

“Well you don’t have time for me, now do you?” you retorted. “You’re not here all the time and when you are, you’re with your friends. But that’s okay. I stopped caring.”

Getting the role of Grizabella and months of rehearsing later, it was now the night of the show. You brothers promised they wouldn’t miss it and you had a glimmer of hope that maybe your relationship with them would change.

'Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats’ just started and alas, your brothers were a no show. Nikki and Dom were extremely disappointed that none of the Holland boys appeared even though they promised.

“Harry, how’s the show?” Sam asked through the phone. “I can’t make it tonight. My shift is until midnight and this is my only break.”

“Show? What show?” Harry said in confusion as he looked at Tom before putting Sam on speaker.

“Are you joking??” Sam shrieked. “You and Tom aren’t at Y/N’s school production of CATS??”

“Shit. That was tonight?!” Tom panicked.

“Yes! Wait. Where are-” Sam cut himself off and his eyes widen. “Hold on. Are you at a fucking club?!”

“Hey, cut me some slack. I was tired today and this is my stress reliever.” Tom rolled his eyes.

“Are you both out of your goddamn minds?! How is clubbing more important than our sister’s school performance?” Sam angrily said.

“Well, you’re not there either. You’re not getting out of this scott-free.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but I have a valid reason. What’s yours?” Sam challenged.

Harry and Tom went silent in shame.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” Sam sighed. “Well, at least Paddy’s there.”

As if on cue, Tom takes out his phone from his pocket as he felt it vibrate. Tom looked at the text from Paddy and shook his head, “Nope.”

“What d’you mean ‘nope’?” Sam asked frantically. “Paddy’s not there at the show?!”

“Nope.” Tom repeated.

“What the fuck?! Why?” Harry looked at Tom.

“He said he didn’t pay attention to the time and he’s stuck at his friend’s house. He also said that he wasn’t dressed for the occasion, because the venue was at a theater and not the school’s auditorium.” Tom said as he read the text and bit his lip.

“We’re fucking dead.” Harry said bluntly.

“Yes we are.” Sam agreed.

“It was nice knowing you, boys.” Tom sighed.

“There’s our girl!” Dom smiled as you ran to his arms and hugged him. He kissed the top of your head before you pulled away to hug Nikki.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Nikki grinned. You pulled away and looked behind them. Nikki and Dom looked at each other sadly. You looked at them and forced a smile, “They didn’t make it, did they?”

They shook their heads. You pursed your lips and nodded, “Okay.”

“Let’s go out and cele-”

“No, thanks. I just want to rest, please.” you said sadly.

Dom nodded, “Let’s go home, then. We’ll just celebrate tomorrow.”

You gave him a small smile and nodded, “Yeah, let’s celebrate tomorrow.”

“Hey, you’re home!” Tom cheered as he saw you. You rolled your eyes and walked passed him.

“There’s the star of the show!” Harry grinned.

“How was it?” Paddy asked.

“I’m too tired for this. Just go.” you said bitterly and walked upstairs.

Tom looked at you and called out, “Go change your clothes and come back down! We need to celebrate!”

“Go home, Tom!” you shouted over your shoulder before running to your room and slamming the door loudly, everyone thought they felt the house shake.

“Why didn’t you show up?” Nikki asked with her arms crossed. “And where’s Sam?”

“Harry and I forgot.” Tom frowned.

“Sam’s shift doesn’t end until midnight.” Harry said.

“I was stuck at my friend’s house and I wasn’t even dressed for the occasion.” Paddy explained.

“You better make it up to her.” Dom said sternly. “She’s your sister for fuck’s sake. She tried everything to be closer to all of you and you give her nothing in return!”

“She took up classes for everything you’re all interested in so that she has something to talk about with you. But what did you do? You pushed her away.” Nikki shook her head. “Talk to your sister. Now.”

The three Holland boys walked upstairs and went to your room. They knocked, but you rolled your eyes and stayed on your spot in the middle of your big room. You were rehearsing the steps for your ballet recital next week and you also did it to de-stress.

Tom opened the door and walked in with Harry and Paddy behind him. You didn’t pay attention to them and you just looked at yourself in the mirror.

“We’re sorry.” they all said simultaneously.

“We have no decent excuse and-” Tom said but you cut him off.

“I know. I heard the conversation downstairs. I only accept Sam’s excuse, by the way.” you huffed as you tried to get the steps right.

“We want to make it up to you.” Harry offered.

You scoffed, “Really, now?”

“Yeah.” Paddy nodded. You pursed your lips and turned to face them, “And how will you do that?”

“Well, mum said you took up classes for everything we’re interested in.” Paddy mentioned.

“Yeah, so?” you crossed your arms.

“Maybe we could hang out by that!” Tom smiled. “We could do ballet together.”

“We could do photography together.” Harry said.

“We could play football together.” Paddy added.

“Yeah so, what do you say? It’s our only way to make up for everything.” Tom frowned.

You thought about it for a while and your brothers were nervous. You finally sighed and nodded, “Fine. You’re lucky I love all of you.”

The three boys grinned and pulled you in for a group hug.

Sam walked in your room and grinned, “A group hug without me? I feel betrayed!” You all cheered as he joined in the hug.

“I made a little something for Y/N downstairs. So, last one there is a rotten egg!” Sam shouted before running downstairs followed by you.

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graymatters · 4 years

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These Tender Moments

Harry feels his eyelids grow heavy as he settles into the plump cushions of the loveseat, intoxicated by the dense smell of pine and citrus suffusing the sitting room. Outside, a gentle snow falls steadily, the large flakes illuminated by the porch light. The evening, in its ease and simplicity, gently lulls Harry into a wistful reverie of snowy mornings at Hogwarts, chunky knit sweaters and endless supplies of treacle tart.

A rush of air pouring through the floo jars Harry from his daydream. He adjusts his glasses just in time to see Hermione gracefully spill out of the fireplace. She straightens her coat and brushes a stray hair from her forehead before meeting Harry’s eyes with a gentle smile.

“Shh,” Harry hushes against his forefinger, glancing down to indicate the sleeping toddler in his lap. He delicately runs his fingers through the mess of silvery-blond hair, grinning at the smudge of chocolate on Scorpius’ cheek and the child’s sugar-sticky fingers. Harry carefully shifts Scorpius over from his lap onto a spare throw pillow, a skill he’s nearly perfected.

When he stands, Harry admires the array of crumpled wrappers, half-eaten Cauldron Cakes, and Every-Flavor beans that litter the floor. Pillows and quilts are haphazardly strewn about as well, a necessary precaution when introducing a four-year-old to Fizzing Whizbees. He can’t help but smile at memories of Draco’s horrified expression when Scorpius nearly tore down the curtains.

Harry clumsily tiptoes around the evidence of their shenanigans to meet Hermione for a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. They silently tread towards the kitchen where the wireless plays faintly from its home on the barcart in the corner. Draco stands at the hob, humming along and swaying his slim hips side to side as he puts on a kettle.

“It looks like Honeydukes exploded in your front room. Fun day?” Hermione asks as she unbuttons her coat, revealing the roundness of her belly.

Harry takes her coat and chuckles. “A blast. Couldn’t keep Scorpius away from the treats till tomorrow.”

Harry feels a warm prickle of magic as Draco turns from the kettle to cast a silencing charm. He increases the volume of the wireless before playfully accusing, “You mean you couldn’t keep yourself from spoiling Scorpius rotten.” Harry just shrugs, unable to argue. He’s thoroughly enjoyed experiencing Christmas through Scorpius’ eyes, allowing the toddler’s bubbling anticipation to overshadow his own unpleasant childhood memories.

Draco makes his way towards them, snaking his arm around Harry’s waist. “Happy Christmas, by the way, Hermione. When are you due to pop this one out?”

“Any day now. Can’t come soon enough, if you ask me,” she huffs as she plops into a seat at the kitchen table, interlacing her fingers atop her belly. “I’m actually jealous of Scorp’s sugar-induced coma. I haven’t slept like that in months, maybe even years. May just have to try it myself.”

“What have you done to my son?” Draco teases quietly into Harry’s ear.

Harry laughs and raises his hands to proclaim his innocence. “I did nothing wrong! He’s just worn out, is all. Wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps till morning.”

“Or wakes us at some ungodly hour. He’s not normally in bed until eight.” Draco rolls his eyes before gently pressing a kiss to the pulse point at Harry’s neck.

Hermione shakes her head before interjecting. “If he’s anything like Rose, it won’t matter when he goes to sleep. We kept her up until nearly midnight last year and she still tossed a present into our bed four hours later.”

“Merlin help you if I am disturbed at four in the morning,” Draco laments, dramatically resting the back of his spare hand on his forehead. “Ah, what was it from the movie we watched the other day? Oh, before sunrise, he’s your son.” Draco grins proudly. Recognizing the futility in asserting otherwise, Harry simply pinches Draco’s ribs before pulling him by the hand to join Hermione at the table.

They sit comfortably in each other’s company, sipping on milky tea and chatting easily as Scorpius dozes blissfully in the next room. Hermione cheerfully explains how she was booted from her own home so Ron and Rose could wrap her gifts, even though Rose spilled secrets all week. Harry accidentally reveals the trainer broom he’s bought for Scorpius and, despite the merely performative criticism from Draco, wholeheartedly defends his decision (“He’ll be five next month… Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking of buying one for his birthday!”). Empty mugs are refilled. Biscuits appear and quickly disappear. Scorpius sleeps on.

“Oh, I love this one,” Draco says, minutes, perhaps hours, later as the sounds of a piano pleasantly fill the kitchen. He starts to tunelessly sing along, “This evening has been… so very nice.” Rising from his spot at the table, Draco resumes his languid swaying side to side, padding barefoot across the cool tile under the yellow glow of the kitchen light. The threadbare pajama bottoms he nicked from Harry’s drawer hang awkwardly above his bony ankles and his baggy shirt is unbuttoned to reveal the sharp angles of his collarbones.

“Well maybe just a half a drink more,” Draco sings and holds a hand out in invitation for Harry, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ah, did you get a little extra something in your cup?” Harry laughs as he accepts Draco’s hand, joining him to clumsily spin about the kitchen. Hermione giggles, taking a sniff of Draco’s mug and waving a hand over her nose in jest.

“No liquor necessary, my love. I find your very presence intoxicating enough, most days,” Draco confesses, voice syrupy-sweet as he pulls Harry close and wraps his arms loosely around Harry’s waist. “Wish I knew how to break the spell… ”

Harry allows himself to be led around the kitchen, muscles pliant and light. Draco nuzzles the curls of his hair, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin behind Harry’s ear. Harry hums contentedly and rests his chin on Draco’s shoulder.

“Alright, gentlemen, I will take that as my cue. If the gifts aren’t wrapped by now, they’ll never be.” Hermione stands to wrap her arms around them both in as much of a hug as she can manage with her belly between them. Draco pats her shoulder and Harry plants a kiss atop her frizzy hair before she turns to leave.

“Granger, would you mind using the floo in the bedroom? Let a sleeping giant lie, no rest for the wicked and all that.” Draco casually waves a hand in the direction of the sleeping toddler.

“What are you babbling about?” Harry asks with a smirk.

“Granger’s a smart one, she knows what I mean. No waking the sleeping baby. Sorry you’re a snitch short of a broomshed, darling.”

Harry just shakes his head. “Literally, no one says that.” He turns to Hermione for validation. “No one says that, right Hermione?”

Unwilling to take sides, Hermione smiles and says, “Happy Christmas, you two. See you both tomorrow,” before tiptoeing down the dark hall towards the bedroom.

Purposeful swaying soon evolves to a lazy circling of the kitchen, both men unwilling to abandon the moment entirely. Harry nestles his face into the hollow of Draco’s neck, inhaling the smoky-citrus of his cologne.

“I’m happy,” he whispers into Draco’s skin, feeling the heat of his own breath warm his face. He feels a bit childish, like he doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe the strength of the tug at his chest, the way he can’t help but look at Draco and think of home.

“Articulate as ever, Mr. Potter… I’m happy, too,” Draco purrs before meeting Harry’s lips in a gentle kiss. Harry begins to trail his fingers underneath Draco’s oversized shirt, but stops as he hears a high-pitched yawn behind him.

“Is it Christmas yet? Can we open presents now?” Scorpius approaches slowly, hair rumpled and eyes still heavy with sleep. He maneuvers between them to plant sock-covered feet on top of Draco’s bare ones and wraps his small arms around Harry’s thigh.

Harry meets Draco’s eyes with a pleading look, a silent request for permission. The blond skeptically raises an eyebrow, but nods in defeat before pressing his lips to Harry’s.

Eyes bright, Harry grins. “Alright, Scorpius. Let’s go open some presents.”

For @gameofdrarry‘s Drarropoly 2020. Thanks to @crazybutgood for the beta assistance.

Also on AO3.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 4 years

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Happy Birthday [Donquixote Doflamingo]

A/n: as promised smutty Mingo. I warn you; it’s basically porn.

You should have declined; torn the invitation in two and went about your monotonous day, had you known how the night would end.

Better engagements will come along.

As if.

Choices like this are not yours to make. An invite to the castle is not an option to squander. You doubt that you will ever play in Dressrosa again if you were to turn down the shot to perform at the current king’s birthday party. It’s like this every year since Gatz told him about you; an invite arrives and you consider tearing it apart.

You know you shouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean you don’t think about doing it. Beni – your brother – says that you’re acting like a child. You convince him to come along; mainly to watch you, ane because there is a piece you want to play.

As darkness consumes Dressrosa you are ushered into a small room set up as a dressing room to prepare. You sit in front of a mirror and stare at your gloomy painted expression. Why did it have to be this way? And where is Beni? Everything about tonight annoys you; the short dress you’re wearing, the distant chatter of the guests in the next room.

“This is terrible,” you whine.

Beni returns from the banquet hall; platter of coral macaroons in hand, and sits them down next to you. About damn time.

“Don’t tear into them just yet. We’re about to go on,” he states.

You sigh in disappointment – the desserts are one of the few things you take delight in, coerced into parties such as this.

“How much longer?”

Beni hums. “Not sure. Soon I was told.”

“I sure hope so.”

You honestly want to get this over and done with. Beni takes a seat on the settee beside you and sighs.

“Are we ready?”

He looks to you for an answer – instruments and act; check – but even you aren’t mentally sure. Giving him a fake smile, you can’t help but to feel annoyed with yourself. It’s far too late to change your mind now.

Like the year before, Gatz calls you to the stage. You follow Beni into the banquet hall, taking your position at his side. The room goes eerily quiet and you force a smile, drawing your bow across the strings of the fiddle you love so much.

The performance begins.

Right from the start the piece is high charged. You rap the heel of your boot on the stone floor, lost in your music. Beni follows, strumming on his guitar. His playing is much louder; aggressive even.

You scold him with a wag of your finger and saunter forward towards the front of the stage, agreeing to his challenge with furious notes. He joins you again once the peak leading into the chorus builds up, but you easily dominate him; smile on your face.

Beni raises a brow; it’s a war.

At times you allow him to defeat you to build suspense, and he allows you to do the same. You dance together and sometimes pretend to be blown away by one another, but alas the cunning heroine wins. The piece ends with you panting in exhaustion, sweat coating your skin.

The banquet hall erupts in a chorus of applause. Even the King claps; tongue tracing his bottom lip. You give a bow to him, in relief that Doflamingo seems pleased. Beni takes your hand and quickly pulls you from the stage, leading you back to the dressing room.

“That was tense,” he states with a laugh. Beni shuts the door behind him.

You agree while collapsing back onto the settee. “He liked it; I’m so thrilled.”

Tossing Beni a macaroon you too eat one; you certainly deserve it for surviving another birthday.

Alas, the fun doesn’t seem to end. As you are packing up your fiddle someone knocks on the door. You give Beni a shocked look, pleading with him not to open it, but he does.

The woman behind the door you recognize. Baby 5 is the name she calls herself; a slim woman with black hair. You feel nervous. Did something happen? Was the King not pleased?

She enters the room and locks eyes with you. “The Young Master wants an audience with you. He insists you stay until the party is over and bring your case.”

You frown; somehow you doubt no is an option. Dread fills your stomach. Beni seems reluctant with this decision, but you assure him that you will be fine. Honestly you aren’t too sure. Before she leaves, Baby 5 mentions that she will return to escort you to the King once the party is over. You nod in agreement.

What could he want from you?

As planned, Baby 5 returns around midnight to retrieve you. Beni left hours ago, but he’s the least of your worries.

You quietly follow her through the castle, head bent towards the floor in gloom. She brings you to a large set of doors and knocks loud enough for the King to hear, allowing you to enter once he grants you access. Baby 5 shuts the door behind you and leaves you to his mercy.

The dread returns. The first thing you notice is that you’re in his chamber; a spacious room with a large bed and many book shelves. The King himself is seated in a chair near the far wall. He motions you forward with a finger and smiles as you hesitantly submit.

“Have a seat.”

You nod and seat yourself in the chair in front of him. It’s several times wider than you, but you ignore it and place your case in your lap, urging yourself to get comfortable. Once you do, despite the situation, you wait for him to speak.

“How many birthday parties have you entertained for me now?”

You hum in thought. “This will be the third year, I believe.”

“And you also play at the colosseum as well I’ve heard,” Doflamingo mentions.

You nod. It’s an honor; at the same time, it scares you. Did you upset him or someone from his family? Tears sting your eyes. “If me or my brother have done some––

He brings up his hand to stop you. “Fufufufu! No reason to worry yourself; though I find it amusing how skittish you are with me. It’s rather cute.”

Embarrassment warms your face. “Can you blame me? You are a king; I am a mere musician.”

“That’s extremely honest of you,” he mocks with a laugh. “But also, the reason you’re here. I want you to play me a song.”

For a second his words you don’t comprehend. Did he request a private performance? You smile; all the worries fade away.

“I’d love to play for you. It would be an honor.”

Opening up the case, you retrieve your fiddle and set it into position. He nods to urge you to continue, but once you start; a few slow notes in, Doflamingo stops you. What could be wrong? You freeze up in fear.

“I want to see you how you are on stage – erotic and intense.”

You seem to understand. “May I stand up?”

“Be my guest,” Doflamingo replies.

Getting back onto your sore feet, you start again. The piece also calls for a piano; in fact, it sets the mood for the beginning, but you make do without it. You tap the strings with the beat in your head and once the fiddle solo begins, you dance in a line from side to side as you play, rapping your boots on the floor and swaying your hips.

The notes slow down before the chorus and you slide the pointed toe of your boot in a wide circle across the floor. At the next verse, you really put your all into it, playing faster. Your entire body moves to the beat like an erotic dance and once the piece is done, you are panting in utter exhaustion.

Doflamingo seems pleased. He again licks his bottom lip and claps his hands. You bow and plop back down on the chair.

“Finished already? I haven’t told you to stop playing yet.”

Your face heats up. Is he serious? The strings are worn; there is no way another performance like the previous one can be done without replacing the strings first.

“My apologies, your grace. I acted without your blessing,” you blather out.

Doflamingo laughs. “No worries, little mouse.”

His smile fades and he stands to his full height, sauntering over to you. He’s taller up close. You sink back into the chair and stare at him with wide and horrified eyes. Only when he moves behind the chair do you lose sight of him.

His fingers slide into your hair, sending shivers down your spine. “Let me show you my thanks.”

He tilts back your head and leans down to place a hard kiss on your lips. A grunt of surprise leaves you. What is he doing? Why is he kissing you like this? Your eyes widen in shock. He’s not serious, is he?

Doflamingo pulls away and takes your hand, leading you from the chair over to the bed. This is really happening; he really wants to fuck you. Did your music do this to him? You bite you bottom lip; you should tell him no, but honestly you want him to fuck you.

He lets you go and allows you to hesitantly crawl onto the bed. You sit on the edge since your boots are still on, but he doesn’t seem to care as he bends to his knees and begins to remove them. A King isn’t supposed to do this. Strangely enough it makes you wet.

Once your boots are off and gone, Doflamingo leans up and presses his mouth against yours again. You kiss his bottom lip, moaning as he rubs his thumbs into your bare thighs. He reaches up into your short dress and tugs your panties down your legs.

“Lean back,” he orders.

You do so, watching him in embarrassment as he spreads your legs and rests them over his shoulders. Oh God please. Your prayers are answered as he lifts your hips and closes his lips around your clit, sucking lightly.

You moan and arch your hips. His warm breath fans out across your pussy as he leans back and eases his long tongue into your hole. Waves of pleasure consume you. He feels good.

“P-please, my lord … please don’t stop.”

Doflamingo smiles against you. His mouth returns to your clit; tongue drawing circles into your bundle of nerves. The sensation in the pit of your stomach grows. It won’t be long now. Sadly, he doesn’t allow you to get off and leans up with a smile. You grunt in annoyance; your arousal gleams across his lips.

Standing up, he urges you back further on the bed. You watch him take off his pants, freeing his swollen and rather long cock. He certainly is a large man, you think; not only his stature. Doflamingo crawls over you and moves your short legs to rest at his hips.

How will it fit? You try and relax your tense body as the engorged head inches into your core. Wet or not it hurts a bit; your tight walls stretch to accommodate him. Doflamingo seems unresponsive to your obvious struggle, because quickly he thrusts himself to the base inside of you, robbing you of your breath. A gasp escapes your mouth; sharp and burning pain strings your insides, but again, he seems not to care. He thrusts roughly into you.

You bring up your hands and push at his stomach. You don’t want him to stop, only to back away a bit. Every thrust hits your cervix in a harsh way that brings tears to your eyes.

“Relax,” he grunts. His eyes are hidden, but you can hear the irritation in his voice.

What does he expect? Someone as small as you can’t be expected to take a cock as large as his so easily. You nod and try to bear it for a bit longer. The uncomfortable pain is sure to go away. The stretch is a dull sting at this point. You feel good; so full that you doubt even a finger can fit into you. Have you ever felt this full before? It’s intense. You pant in satisfaction as he continues to thrust into you.

Arching your back to meet his thrusts, you relish in the fact your lower abdomen bulges when he pushes roughly into you. This has never happened before. You rub the area, moaning as you feel it press into your palm. It’s not a terrible sensation. You aren’t sure whether it’s normal or whether you are supposed to like it, but you do; fluid leaks down your thighs.

“Good little mouse. You’re taking me well for someone so small,” Doflamingo grunts. His mouth hangs open in satisfaction, but his smile never fades.

It’s a kink to him, it seems. His grace takes delight in watching his cock fit into someone much smaller than him. You swipe your tongue across your swollen lips. How lewd of him; how wicked.

“I feel so full … so good,” you sigh.

His thrusts gain intensity. You nearly cry out as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing small and deep circles; round and round. Your eyes roll back in bliss as his thrusts match the alacrity of his fingers. Waves of pleasure consumes you.

Your body tenses up as you come undone, moaning softly. Doflamingo lets your orgasm ride out, then pulls out. Your core spasms around nothing, and he notices.

“Fufufufu. Done already, little mouse?”

Tears blur your eyes. You feel exhausted; your throat is dry and sore, but strangely you miss the contact. You want him back inside of you. He never even got off. There’s no warm and wet mess on your thighs – except your own.

You clutch his hips and urge him forward. The head of his cock pushes against your entrance, but glides up your slit and nudges your clit. You moan in protest, short nails burying into his skin.

“Patience. You got yours.”

A whine leaves you, but you agree with him.

“Turn over and submit yourself to me,” Doflamingo commands.

You do as he orders, rearing your ass once you’re on your hands and knees in front of him. Your face is consumed in heat, but with your head pressed into the mattress you’re certain that he can’t see. Unfortunately, neither can you. Touch is the only sensation he allows you.

His large hands grab the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading your cheeks. He thankfully lines himself back up and thrusts into you. His fingers dig into your hips, keeping you in place as he fucks you. It feels deeper this way; a little less intimate, but honestly you don’t care.

At one point he stops and allows you to rock your hips back, fucking yourself on his cock. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth. Pleasurable as it is, Doflamingo seems to dislike the slow buildup and lifts you up, resting your exhausted body against his chest as he continues. His thumb finds your clit and within minutes you cum again. It’s too much; too intense for you.

Your body nearly collapses onto the mattress, but Doflamingo holds you up as he reaches his own high, removing his cock from your abused walls to cover your thighs and the bedsheets in spurts of his warm cum. A shiver runs down your spine. This is honestly something you never expected to happen; you don’t mind at the moment – fucked out of your mind – but how can you ever look your king in the eye after this. You won’t be able to even play in front of him again without thinking about this moment.

In any case, your welcome feels overstayed. You pull away from Doflamingo, legs shaking in protest, and move towards the edge of the bed. Your panties are somewhere; you just have to redress and leave.

“I thought we made it clear that until I dismissed you, you aren’t allowed to leave,” he coos. His arm slides around your waist, drawing you back onto the bed with him.

Your head rests against his heaving chest, but your eyes remain closed, listening to his labored breathing.

“Give me a minute, little mouse. The night is still young, and there’s still much I want to do to you.”

You feel too tired to protest and simply nod. Maybe you won’t faint on him; it’s possible. He’s way too much for you.

Happy birthday.

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