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I Will Never Get Tired of This Scene

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Sub Rosa | Chapter 5: Sorry to Keep You | Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public touching, swearing and other sexual content, pls read at your discretion and this work is **18+** minors please DNI.

The deployment lasted almost three and a half months. Bradley kept your secret for a total of 99 days. He was so careful. Especially on the rare occasions he got to talk to you on the phone. He made it 99 days with only Hangman and Maverick knowing about the two of you, the same people who knew when he left.

Rooster lifted his bag onto his shoulder, adjusting his sunglasses as they arrived in Miramar. It was hot, the sun was at it's highest point, but the heat was nothing in comparison to what it had been like on that carrier for the last three months.

Coming back from deployments like this always gathered a big crowd. Girlfriends, wives, children - whoever you had at home was usually waiting for you on the runway when you got back. For Bob, it was his fiancee. For Fanboy, it was his girlfriend. For Hangman, it was his nieces, his sister and his mom.

Rooster stilled. He could have spotted you a mile away. You were wearing a sweet little summer dress, standing beside your mother. He watched you step forward, then halt in place as you remembered your surroundings. Admiral Kazansky accidentally brushed past his shoulder, walking ahead and wrapping his arms around his wife and daughter.

"So, where's your mystery girl, Rooster?" Payback asked, his arm slung around his younger brother's shoulder, his other arm around his wife's waist.

Hangman turned to look, following Rooster's gaze. He watched you peer over you father's shoulder. Rooster shook his head and tugged his back closer to his shoulder,

"Couldn't make it." He answered simply.

It wasn't your fault. Neither of you was to blame. That didn't make it any easier.

Admiral Kazansky turned, watching the disappointment set into Rooster's features. You watched your father sympathise. There had been a number of times when there was no one waiting for him on the tarmac before he had met your mother.

Rooster had had a hard time of things. Your father liked him.

You bit your cheek, wiping a tear from your eye quickly. It was surreal. To see him again, standing just a couple of feet in front of you. His hair was a little shorter than when you saw him last, other than that he was exactly as you had left him.

"Hey, Bradshaw," Maverick and Hangman turned away from their visitors at the same time, eyes wide as they waited for what Ice had to say next. They were so bad at this. "Do you have any plans later, son?"

Hangman and Maverick looked between Rooster and you.

Rooster didn't let his gaze waver from your father's. He gave his head a small shake.

"Well, we're having a couple of people over later - Mav included. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

Rooster felt Maverick's glare burning into him. Still, he nodded and smiled politely, reaching out and shaking your father's hand. "I'd love to, Admiral Kazansky."

You watched your dad nod curtly. Glancing to the side, you watched Hangman laughing as he filled his sister in on the gossip. Her eyes widened as she looked between you and Rooster. You cringed. Maverick glared at Rooster like his arm wasn't wrapped around Penny Benjamin's waist. Admiral Benjamin's daughter Penny.

Your mother tapped the back of your arm, guiding you away from the pilots on the tarmac. Your father wrapped his arm around your shoulder,

"All finished with college now, huh?"

Rooster felt eyes on him. Top Gun pilots might have been overly confident in most aspects of life, but they were undeniably smart. Rooster knew that several of his colleagues had just pieced together who his girlfriend in college was.

He bit his cheek, clearing his throat as he turned towards Maverick and clapped a hand onto his shoulder, "Let me know if you want me to drive later."

"Bradley." Maverick sounded serious. Bradley just smiled at him, digging his keys out of his pocket and heading in the opposite direction of you and your parents.

He knew that there was only so much longer that the two of you could keep this up. It played on his mind all afternoon. Even as he was standing on the porch with a bottle of aged whiskey in his hand, he considered how bad Ice's reaction could possibly be.

Ice didn't need to know the dirty details of it. Parents loved Bradley. His ex-girlfriend's mom still sent him christmas cards every year and they had broken up four years ago. Plus, Ice already liked him.

You both froze as you opened the door to him. Neither of you had really expected the other to be on the other side. He was dressed up, wearing a shirt and tie and black dress pants. Your lip quirked - aside from his Navy get up, you hadn't ever seen him so dressed up.

You stepped out, swinging the door shut behind you and rising up onto your tiptoes. You pressed your lips to his, feeling your whole body relax as his arms wrapped around you.

It took a moment for him to kiss you back. The fear of being spotted from the window primarily being the cause. But then he did, his lips moved against yours and you were pulled tight against him.

His cologne flooded your senses. He wore a cedarwood and vanilla blend that his mom had got him for christmas one year that he just kept repurchasing. You had been looking for it while he was away, desperate to replicate it. Nothing was as good as the real thing.

He pulled back first, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead, lifting your chin. You smiled, watching him just examine your features for a moment.

"You changed your hair." He whispered, lips quirking up into a small smile. You nodded, it was a little shorter now. He reached out and ran his fingers through the ends. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"I missed you." You admitted, almost in disbelief that he was standing in front of you now. He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you in for one more kiss. This one was longer, it said a lot of things that Rooster didn't gave time to say. Your back hit the door, his body pressed against yours. He pulled back, licking his lips.

"We should-" You nodded, opening the door again already. It didn't feel like long enough. You could have stayed out there for hours. He passed the whiskey to you, shutting the door behind him and following you through the house into the sitting room.

He wasn't the last to arrive, but there were already a few people there. It was always a big deal when your dad made it back from deployment. You almost reached back and grabbed his hand, your grip tightening around the neck of the whiskey bottle as you stopped yourself.

"Bradshaw, good to see you.” You both jumped as your father’s voice came from behind you. You turned to see him patting Rooster on the shoulder. Rooster turned and they shook hands politely. “Could your girlfriend not make it?”

“No, she, uh…” Bradley swallowed his nerves, “Well, actually I wanted to talk to you about-“

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t discussed this.

“Roo- Lieutenant Bradshaw got you this, Daddy.” You interrupted, correcting yourself before you said his call sign, stepping between them and passing the bottle of whiskey into your father’s hands. You shot Rooster a panicked look while your father examined the label.

“This is very kind of you, thank you.” Ice smiled, earning a smile from Bradley in return. “Come on, Bradshaw. Me and some of the guys are playing pool. You can come join.”

You opened your mouth in protest, realising very quickly that you don’t have a leg to stand on with your argument. Rooster grazed his knuckles gently across yours as he passed you. You stood in the centre of your sitting room, watching him walk away with your father. You dropped onto the couch, scowling.

Three and a half months and you hadn’t had a moment of privacy with him.

“What’s got you all upset?” Your older sister planted herself beside you on the couch, pressing her elbow against yours. You just turned towards her and pressed your cheek against her shoulder, grumbling quietly.

“You doing okay, kid?” Ice’s hand landed on Rooster’s shoulder once more. “Let me guess, your girl’s giving you a hard time about being away for so long?”

Rooster loosened his tie a little, shaking his head, “No. She gets it, I think.”

“Oh no,” Ice laughed, shaking his head as they walked towards the pool table in the back sun room. “Tell me you’re not dating a navy brat, Bradshaw?”

Rooster stopped walking and turned towards Ice, his heart racing.

Maverick’s eyes widened from his spot beside the pool table. Not here. Not here. He cleared his throat, panicking silently on Rooster’s behalf. “Are you two done gossiping yet?” He interrupted.

Rooster groaned as Ice walked away from him and grabbed a pool cue. Maverick spent the next hour and a half keeping Rooster away from Ice, interrupting their conversations and standing between them.

You didn’t catch Rooster again until you were called for dinner. There were eight guests tonight, in addition to your own family. You sister frowned as you slid into the seat she had been planning to take, securing your spot beside Rooster.

Rooster glanced across the table at you, his lips quirking slightly. You took the bottle of wine from the table, leaning across as you filled his glass, “What is your problem?”

“Huh?” He chuckled slightly. He couldn’t help it, it was adorable the way your brows scrunched angrily at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

“I have not.” He answered, taking his now slightly overfilled glass and taking a sip. “I just — I think it’s time.”

“Time?” You frowned. You glanced around, glad that people were too busy in their own conversations to notice that you were engaging in more than small talk.

“To tell your parents.” He answered, fixing his tie as he glanced around the table too. You widened your eyes, leaning closer to him again. He sighed gently, “People are catching on. It’s better that they hear it from us before they hear it from someone else.”

You wished you could argue with him, but he was right.

“Not tonight,” You were adamant about that much. You smiled softly at him, leaning in just a little closer, pretending to adjust the order of his cutlery, “I want you to fuck me one last time before he kills you.”

Rooster laughed, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. He nodded in agreement, squeezing your knee before turning to the captain at his side and striking up conversation.

Dinners like these were always very formal. Your dad liked to feel important, he was sitting at the head of the table with an empty seat for your mother at his left and Maverick on his right. Your mother had dressed the table with her favourite table cloth — it was the one from the head table at your parents’ wedding, she broke it out on special occasions.

You tucked your chair in closer to the table and brushed your hair back over your shoulders. Your father smiled proudly at you, wearing the new gold necklace he had gotten you as a graduation gift. You smiled sweetly back at him, sliding your fingertips over Rooster’s thigh.

Rooster didn’t react. He continued his conversation with the man beside him like he had no idea what you were doing. You bit your cheek. He was calling your bluff.

“Y/N, it would have been nice if you could have helped with this.” Your mother emerged from the kitchen, carrying plates with your brother trailing behind her. Your palm slid between Rooster’s legs. “Sorry, Mommy.”

You watched a muscle in Rooster’s jaw tick. He still wasn’t looking at you. You knew it was going to get you in trouble later, but you stayed in your seat whilst your brother and mother brought out the rest of the plates.

Despite his best efforts to ignore you, you smirked as he hardened against your hand. Rooster placed his hand over top of yours, turning his head and looking at you. You smiled sweetly at him.

Across the table, your sister’s fork was knocked from the table by her husband. She knelt down to grab it. You were too busy staring down Rooster to notice.

The table was silenced as she bumped her head on the way back up. She moved back into her seat, cheeks red as her eyes flickered between you and Rooster. Rooster’s fingers curled around yours as he put your hand back into your lap. He realised what she had seen before you did. Your cheeks flushed as you met her gaze, both of your lips parted.

Maverick was silent at his end of the table. Silently wanting to bang his head against a wall.

“You okay, princess?” Your father asked.

Your sister looked at your father then back at you. She nodded uncertainly, “Yeah. Sorry.”

Rooster squeezed your hand, taking a sip of his wine like nothing had happened and then moving his hands away from yours. You sat side by side for over an hour, practically buzzing as you tried not to look at him for too long.

It was torture. Each time you heard him laugh at someone’s joke. Each time his hand accidentally brushed yours.

“About time you thought about getting a boyfriend yourself, huh, Y/N?”

You were drawn from your sulking by the voice of your aunt. Your mother’s sister. You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Now that you’re finished with college, I mean.”

You saw Bradley turn his head in interest out of the corner of his eye. You could feel your sister’s eyes on you. Maverick had been periodically glancing over for the whole meal.

“She’s in no rush.” Your father interrupted. Your sister scoffed. Rooster bit his lip as he noticed you shift in your seat and swing your foot into her shin under the table. He squeezed your knee gently. There were too many eyes on you for him to look at you but you knew that meant to behave. “Right, Y/N?”

“Right.” You agreed. Rooster sipped at his wine, shaking his head a little.

After dinner, your mother appointed you part of the clean up crew. Given your reluctance to help with the set up, you spent the next forty minutes doing most of the work. You were just finishing up, humming gently to the radio as you put away cutlery in the empty kitchen.

You flinched, sucking in a sharp breath as strong hands wrapped around your middle, tugging you back against a firm chest. You relaxed immediately against Rooster, cheeks flushing. His lips pressed gently against the top of your head.

“What the hell was that in there?” He murmured, lips grazing your ear and making you shiver. You turned to face him, he pressed his body against yours, pushing you between him and the kitchen counter.

“Just showing you how much I missed you.” You played it innocent, smiling up at him as your fingers toy with the bottom of his tie. The kitchen door was open and there was a room full of thirty people on the other side but Rooster couldn’t have cared less in that moment. He moved impossibly closer, gripping the back of your neck as he kissed you.

You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes, licking into his mouth.

“I missed you too, baby.” Rooster murmured against your lips, stroking the length of your throat with his thumb. You closed your eyes as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Show me how much.” You teased, looking up at him through your lashes. Rooster’s lips quirked slightly, he glanced across the kitchen at the door into the dining room.

He shook his head and pressed his lips to your temple, “Make an excuse and come to my place.”

You grabbed his tie, “You know where my room is.”

Rooster groaned at the thought, “I don’t think I can look your stuffed animals in the eye again after last time, honey.” You giggled softly, pushing your hips against his, “Please.”

He leaned down a little, fingers curling tighter around the nape of your neck as his lips pressed to yours. That’s a yes.

The two of you were separated by the sound of the kitchen door opening, jumping apart like you had been shocked.

Maverick stared straight ahead, completely aware of what he had just walked into. Your father, however, was too busy looking back at Maverick - explaining the details of some old story.

Bradley’s adams apple rose and fell in his throat as he wiped any residue of lipgloss from his mouth then shoved both hands into his pockets.

“Rooster!” Your father was a little drunk. He stepped forward and pulled Bradley into a hug. You and Bradley shared equally surprised and confused looks over your father’s shoulder. “Mav and I were thinking of taking a little fishing trip this weekend. You in, kid?”

Maverick pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I, uh— I’ll have to get back to you on that one, sir.” Bradley decided. He looked at you then back to your father. “I was hoping to spend some time with my-“

“Mav, did you know this kid is dating a navy brat?”

The whole room was silent, except for your father’s drunken giggle. You smiled at Rooster. Your father had no idea of the leverage he had just provided you with.

“Is he?” Maverick’s tone was dry.

Ice turned suddenly back to Bradley, “I don’t know her do I?”

“No, sir.” Rooster was quiet. He felt bad lying to your dad now, especially with how kind Ice had been to him during deployment. He was broken from his moral dilemma as he watched you take your lip between your teeth to keep from grinning. He’d lie to whoever he needed to for you.

Ice then seemed to realise you were in the room. He turned and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, “Stay away from pilots, princess. They’re all the same, even sweethearts like Bradshaw.”

“Even you?” You teased, making him laugh.

“Ask your mother.”

You groaned, feigning disgust, and pushed yourself out of your father’s arms.

“I’m going to bed.” You looked at Bradley again, the invitation extremely clear to him and completely invisible to your father. “Night, boys.”

Maverick did his best to make Rooster stay with him and Ice, to just behave and go have some beers in the yard. It was ten minutes before you heard him knock at your door.

The guests had spread out far and wide now, talking and drinking in completely separate sectors of the house — it would be impossible for your mother to keep track of who was missing and who wasn’t.

He let himself in and shut the door behind him, stilling as his eyes landed on you. You were wearing a very fitting navy blue set, and nothing else.

“Did you have this on all day?” You heard him click the lock on your door.

You giggled as you crossed the room to him, nodding, “Well, I didn’t realise that getting you to fuck me was going to be such hard work.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him and lifting you off of the ground.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, honey.”

You pressed your lips to his, hands on either side of his jaw. Then, you pulled back and trailed your fingertips over his cheek and smiled. He was really back.

“You can make it up to me.” You teased, wrapping your legs around him. Rooster pressed his lips to your throat, nodding in absolute agreement, “Planning on it.”

You toyed with his tie, lips quirking, “Navy brat, huh?”

“Hey, I didn’t say it.” Rooster defended himself, he carried you to your bed and groaned in frustration as it creaked under the weight of the two of you. You laid back against your pillows, he propped himself up on his side, fingers dancing across your stomach.

“Do you think it?” You reached up and loosened his tie, sliding it slowly from around his neck and dropping it onto the floor. Rooster smiled at you. His silence said everything he needed to. “I can be a brat. If you want me to be a brat.” You teased him, sliding your hand down to palm at him through his pants.

“Aren’t you already?” He quipped, brushing your hair back delicately off of your face. He slid his hand between your legs, brushing your underwear to the side and sliding his two fingers along your core.

You simply smiled at him, lifting your head and kissing his lips.

“Look at you, all worked up. Haven’t even touched you yet.” He murmured, pressing his lips to your shoulder and then your jaw. You whined, pushing your hips up against his thigh, “That’s the problem.”

You nuzzled the bridge of your nose against the crook of his jaw, just grazing your lips across his skin. Rooster’s lips quirked slightly, glancing down and watching as your hands worked at his belt.

“Honey.” His tone was amused, vaguely stern. You groaned and pushed yourself up onto your knees, “Rooster.” You mocked his tone.

He reached up and brushed your hair back off of your shoulder, lips toying at a smile. You gasped as he tugged at your hips, pulling you back down onto your back and pressing his body over yours.

He pressed his lips to yours first, then to your jaw, your throat, your collarbones. You whined gently. Rooster’s thumbs pressed into your hipbones as he kissed across your sternum, his hips grinding forwards against your barely clothed core.

Your hands slid between your bodies, fumbling with his belt. Rooster chuckled gently, scooping both your wrists up with one of his hands, holding them against the headboard out of the way.

You opened your mouth to complain, silenced as he moved in and kissed you again. He rolled his hips forward against yours, pleased as you moaned softly against his lips. You pushed your core eagerly against him.

His fingers nudged your underwear to the side and brushed your clit. He slid one digit down and just teased at your entrance as his tongue pressed against yours.

“I thought about you every day.” You admitted, your tongue darting out and wetting your lips. He blinked at you, you watching him try to figure you out. If he was adamant on teasing you, you could do the same.

“About how good you make me feel.” You whined as he stroked your clit, his eyes locked on yours. “How pretty you look when you’re between my legs.” You tugged softly, his grip around your wrists tightening, keeping them above your head. His lips quirked at the notion of being called pretty. He hadn’t heard that one before.

“Touched myself every day thinking about your cock.”

You watched him bite his cheek, his fingers stilling against your clit.

“Wasn’t as good as you.” You murmured, pushing your hips hard against his hand. “Nothing is.”

Rooster took his lip between his teeth.

“Want to feel you so bad.”

He released your wrists, moving forward and capturing your lips in a kiss that was all tongue and hard breathing. Your fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, this time he let you undress him.

He stood up from the bed, pulling you with him as he kicked off his pants, leaving him in black boxers before you. Your fingers reached out and touched his dog tags, smiling as you looked up at him.

He wrapped his fingers around them, lifting them over his head and dropping them to the ground. Then, his lips were on yours again. His fingers pinched the clasp in the middle of your shoulder blades, sliding the bra off of your shoulders.

You gasped softly as he lifted you into his arms, grabbing your duvet with his free hand and tugging it onto the floor.

“You’ve gotta get a new bed.” He murmured against your lips as he laid your back against the duvet. You giggled, dipping your hand into his boxers. He groaned gently against your lips as you swiped your thumb across the tip of his dick, gathering the precum that had gathered there. Rooster watched as you brought your thumb up and slipped it between your lips, flicking your tongue over it.

His lips parted slightly, he shook his head at you, “God, I love you.” He murmured, pushing his boxers down his legs. You parted your legs for him, lifting your head and nipping at his bottom lip. You both ignored the sound of ripping as he tugged your panties off.

He planted one arm beside your head, his eyes focused on your features as he pushed into you. You whimpered softly, pressing your fingertips into his shoulder. He sank himself into you agonisingly slowly, sucking against the curve of your shoulder.

You whined in frustration, “Rooster, fuck me or I swear to god I’ll scream.”

He grinned against your throat, nodding, “Yes, ma’am.” The strangled noise you made as he fucked into you drew a groan from his lips. He sat back on his knees, guiding your legs over his hips, gripping onto your waist for better leverage.

Your walls clenched around him as they adjusted to the wonderful sting of him pounding into you. The sight of his head lulled back in pleasure, his skin more tanned than usual and a little red around the shoulders, each muscle in his stomach rippling as his hips crash into yours, was better than you could have imagined.

He grunted softly, watching your knuckles whiten around the fabric under you. You slid your hand between your legs, your eyes on him as you stroked your clit whilst he fucked you. You felt his cock twitch a little.

“Jesus Christ.” He managed, each vein in his arm and his neck bulging as he let out a heavy breath. He gripped your hips tighter, “You know what you do to me?”

You smiled up at him, tugging at his heartstrings, nodding your head sweetly. “Yes, sir.” You answered. He groaned softly, pulling out all together and flipping you onto your front. You gasped as he lifted your hips and filled you again.

Broken moans of something vaguely similar to his name spilled from your lips as his hand pressed on the back of your neck, his other keeping your ass up for him. His lips pressed feverishly across your back. Your knees buckled under you.

Rooster didn’t care, nor did he stop. He held your hips up just enough to angle himself as deep as possible, you were almost flat on your stomach as he drilled into you.

“Please don’t stop.” You felt his hand slide between your legs, working over your clit. You came with a strangled moan, muffled as Rooster’s palm pressed over your mouth.

“Can’t wait to take you home with me and let you keep my neighbours up all night.” He grunted softly into your ear and for a moment you thought that that alone might make you cum again. He pulled out all together and nudged you onto your back again, hiking your leg around his waist as he thrusted into you.

You brushed your fingertips against his jaw delicately, wondering if he could feel how much your hands were shaking. He could.

The second time you came was even more intense than the first, and you knew it was because Rooster was trying not to cum himself. He always let you finish first — he hadn’t ever finished before you once. This time, he had his tongue in your mouth, his hand stroking your clit and he was thrusting fast and deep.

He grabbed your jaw, forgetting his strength just a little bit as he watched you experience your high. You gasped as his arms wrapped around you, holding you impossibly tight against him as you felt him fill you up.

Rooster held you against him for a moment, pressing gentle kisses across your skin until he reached your temple. He pulled out and laid down next to you, pulling you close against his chest, lifting your chin to look at him.

“You’re always in such a rush.” He mumbled playfully, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. You smiled in response,

“Can you blame me?”

He shook his head and smoothed the top of your hair down, “Brat.” He teased. You looked up and saw the amused smile on his lips, pinching his nipple in retaliation.

His mouth fell open, watching you in surprise as you stand up and head for your en-suite, “You did not just do that!”

You giggled, shutting the door and turning on the shower. Rooster followed behind, finding you already in the shower by the time he reached you. He stepped in and pressed his chest to your back, his lips to your earlobe. You gasped at he pinched your nipple, feeling him grin against the crook of your neck.

He kissed your jaw, wrapping his arms around you, “I really did miss you, baby.”

You turned and smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “I believe you.” You teased, waiting to see if he would give you shit for not saying it back. He pressed his lips to yours, then to your forehead.

“Tell me you missed me.” He whispered, making you grin against his skin. You shook your head playfully. He tightened his arms around you and repeated the command, “Kazansky, I said: tell me you missed me.”

You grinned as he pressed your back to the wall of the shower, fingers pressing into your waist.

“Okay, okay, I missed you too!” You admitted finally, watching the smile spread across his features. You trailed your fingers tips across his stomach, stretching up onto your tiptoes and kissing his lips. You really had missed this.

Rooster managed to slip out of the house unnoticed. There were still guests there after him, no one even knew he had gone. You were kept awake late into the night by your plans for he next day. Rooster was going to come over after work and the two of you would tell your parents together.

Your parents would receive the PG version, of course. That you had met at Maverick’s place and Bradley had taken you on a few dates, that you hadn’t wanted to mention it until it became more serious.

The next morning, you left for breakfast with your sister. She spent the entire time quizzing you on what the hell you had been doing with your hand on a pilot’s crotch last night. She did not receive the PG version of events when you explained your romance with Rooster to her.

Whilst you were out, your mother realised she was missing her car keys. She was certain that they were in the bag she had let you borrow. So, she let herself into your room and began innocently searching.

A glint of silver under your bed caught her eye. She knelt down and reached under the bed, her fingers curling around the metal. Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled the item out into view, realising there was something stuck to the metal.

Her lips parted. The chain was wrapped around the strap of an unlined blue balconette bra with entirely sheer lace cups. She discarded the bra, though disgusted. That wasn’t the worst part. She recognised the chain.

She untangled it, turning the metal dog tag over in her palm and reading it’s engraving.

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You’re Safe

A/N: So since July 4th is around the corner, this idea came to me with this week's FanFic Friday prompt for @rebelwrites​. While half way through writing, it reminded of this beautiful piece that @kesskirata​ wrote and honestly this is nowhere close to hers in terms of quality. I felt like I was there with them while reading it. Anywho, this feels bit rushed and sloppy, but hope you enjoy it. Also, this takes place some time shortly after "Picture Time" which is also in the same universe as “Excess Baggage”.

Rating: T

Word Count: 990

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x F!Fiancee reader

Contains: PTSD

Since dating Will, every year you spend July 4th with him and his Delta boys. This year, Frankie and Lucy are hosting for the first time in their new house and also first time as husband and wife.

"Y/N! Will! Come on in!" Lucy greets the two of you with a hug and kiss.

"Hi, Lucy! We brought some sustenance." You hold up the Tupperware of cookies you baked and Will holds up a large case of beer.

"Ooh, I can't wait to try those. Benny tells me they're to die for. Right this way!" Lucy leads the both of you through her home and into the back yard where everyone is hanging out.

"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" Santi says. 

"We were starting to take bets on when you would show," Tom adds.

Will has been doing well for the most part with his PTSD, but every year this day is always a test for him. He always flip flops back and forth on whether he wants to go or not which always causes the two of you to show up later than most.

"Well, I hope you fucking lost, Redfly," Will shoots back.

"Easy, hermano. Tranquilo. We're all friends here." Frankie jumps in. "Let me take that from you." Will hands the case of beer to Frankie who then unloads it into a cooler nearby.

“Hey, man!” Benny gets up from his seat to greet his brother and also you.

“Here, let me help you with these.” Benny takes the cookies from you but you know better that Benny just wants to hoard them.

“Uncle Will!!”

Tom's daughter runs over to Will to hug him.

“Tess, no running!” Molly shouts.

Will swoops her up in one swift movement, tossing her up in the air and then catching her, making her giggle. He then holds her up against his side, carrying her at hip level. She leans in to wrap her little arms around his neck and then giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“So how you been, Tessy?” Will asks, bouncing her in his arms.

“I made up a new song yesterday! You wanna hear it?” Tess replies as she's squinting from the sunlight and trying to brush away her hair that's sticking to her sweaty face.

“Yeah, of course I do! You made it up all by yourself?” Will helps her out with her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ears.

"No, mommy helped me."

Will walks off with Tess and sits down next to Benny who is eating one of your cookies under the shade of the patio table umbrella.

Will has always been great with kids. You go to the cooler to grab two beers. While opening them, you admire Will from afar as you watch him giving Tess his undivided attention as she's bouncing on his lap, singing and clapping. His genuine smile and joy is as precious as Tess.

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At some point, Frankie gives you and Will a little tour of the house which ended back in the kitchen where the access to the back yard is. 

"Hey, Frankie. Can you come help me with the grill?" Lucy pops her head into the kitchen from the sliding glass door.

"Yeah, I'll be right there, mama," Frankie replies. "Excuse me, guys."

"No, go right ahead," you tell Frankie.

As Frankie heads outside, you start to follow him.

"I'll be right out. Just need to use the bathroom," Will tells you.

"Okay."

You head outside and find a seat at the table betwen Benny and Tom. Tess is trying to teach Uncle Santi a hand-clapping game. Molly and Lucy are chatting and Frankie is at the grill. The sun had already set and the Moraleses had set up string lights around their yard. You’re pretty sure it was Lucy's idea. Frankie would have scattered some spot lights and called it a day.

You are suddenly startled by the sound of a bright explosion in the sky.

"Daddy! Look! The fireworks!" Tess shouts, pointing to the sky.

"Yes, it is sweetheart," Tom says.

Tess jumps with excitement watching the exploding colors dance across the sky. You then realize that Will has been gone for a while. You go in to check up on him. He did question the potato salad. As you make your way to the bathroom, you hear some odd noises. You follow it and find Will sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face buried between them with his hands over his head and ears. You rush over to him, kneeling beside him.

"Billy!"

He flinches at your touch. The fireworks are not as loud in the house but the constant barrage of the sound is enough to cause Will discomfort and unease.

"Billy! Hey, hey!" You place your hand over his chest, trying to ground him. His hand immediately clamps over yours. "Look at me. You're safe. You're safe."

Will looks up at you into your eyes. His sad and scared blue eyes penetrate yours. You reach up with your other hand to cup his face.

"Breathe, Billy. Deep breaths." You take deep breaths, demonstrating and he eventually follows. "That's it. In and out. Focus on your breathing." Will closes his eyes and continues the breathing exercise. 

Another sudden boom reverbs above you two and Will flinches.

"Billy, I'm here." You rub his chest to remind him. He squeezes your hand tighter. "It's just fireworks. They won't hurt you."

The fireworks finally subside and Will opens his eyes and meets yours again. He's no longer scared, but there is still sadness in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" You ask him.

He doesn't respond.  He just nods slightly and then starts getting up to his feet. You help him up and then he pulls you into his chest and holds you tight. You rub his back as he quietly cries into your shoulder.

Related Fics: - Picture Time - Excess Baggage

[thesoftdumbass]

somethin' to think about

Frankie Morales x reader (feminine pronouns)

word count: 3,800

warnings: caffeine dependency, cheesy movies, the beginning of one curse word but no more. platonic Santiago x reader and Benny x reader. very fluffy and kind of silly but that's how I like it.

summary: Frankie and his daughter have found a home in Stars Hollow, and the single father/diner owner has to admit that he's found a soft spot in his heart his favorite customer.

> my masterlist

Francisco Morales, a newly single father, wanted to settle down and start a new life for himself and his daughter. After stumbling onto Stars Hollow, a quaint and quiet, friendly little town just a little ways away from his hometown, he decided that it would be the perfect place to begin again. The old hardware store that closed down years earlier was priced well and had an apartment above the shop, so with some hard work, Frankie turned it into a diner to sell the food he grew up learning to make from his mother, as well as the stereotypical diner food that he and his brothers in arms missed while they were serving overseas. Life was good in Stars Hollow, Frankie and his daughter being accepted by the welcoming if not nosy townspeople, and now he and the diner had become a staple in the quiet hamlet.

The bell above the door chimes with the entry of another customer and Frankie looks up from writing in his order book to see you heading his way, already grabbing an overly large mug that he keeps on hand just for you.

“Coffee coffee coffee,” you demand lightly and Frankie huffs.

“You sound like you’ve had plenty today already,” he says, filling the mug anyways and sitting it in front of you at your usual seat along the counter.

“Oh nonsense, there’s no such thing,” your tone and face both hold a smile and Frankie can’t help the way his heartbeat jumps in his chest at this.

“One of these days I’m going to start slipping you decaf.”

A gasp leaves you, faux offended at the threat. “You wouldn’t dare!” Frankie’s affirming hum distracts you for just a moment before you start mixing your coffee just the way you like it. “You would lose a very loyal customer, Morales. I’d have to start getting my coffee at Weston’s.”

Frankie’s scoff brings the smile back to your face, as it’s obvious that neither of you will live up to your threats. “Besides, you know I can’t survive a day without the elixir of life, and yours is the best in town.”

“Of course it’s the best, I’m just saying that your heart may soon explode from caffeine intake.”

“And what a sweet, sweet death that will be, my friend. Keep’em coming.”

Frankie has to bite his lip to hide a smile, distracting himself by adjusting the cap on his head so it sits backward. The former pilot may maintain a grumpy exterior at times, but you’ve become a bright spot in his day and your bickering never holds any heat. Another customer needs a refill so he leaves you to your ‘elixir of life’ and heads over, making rounds about the diner to make sure everybody’s happy. When he comes back to the front of the counter, there’s a mop of curly brown hair sticking up behind the thing, a rustling noise being heard from beneath.

“Evie?” At her father’s questioning tone, there’s a bump against the underside of the counter, a muffled “ouch” making its way to his ears. A sigh leaves his lips as his daughter stands from her crouched position, brown eyes locking with his. “You alright, mija?” A quiet “yes” is his answer, so he has to ask the question on his mind. “And why were you crawling around on the floor of the diner?”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as the young girl looks shyly at her father, then at you, before answering. “I was looking for my book. I can’t find it, and I thought I might’ve left it back here.”

Evie has so many books that Frankie can’t keep up sometimes, but before he can ask which one she’s looking for in particular, you pipe up beside him. “I think I saw The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in the library at the inn. Is that the one you’re looking for?”

“Yes!” She brightens, eyes wide. “I must have left it when I was doing homework there the other day.”

“If you want you can come to the inn and grab your book after school, and I can make some homemade hot chocolate just for you. If your dad is okay with it, of course.”

Two sets of eyes turn to Frankie questioningly, and he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. “Of course you can go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, daddy!” She leans across the counter and kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you Y/N.”

“Anytime, sweetie,” you giggle, her cheery attitude infectious.

Frankie looks at the clock on the wall above the counter before addressing his daughter. “Why don’t you go grab your backpack and I’ll walk you to school?”

Evie hums in affirmation and makes her way into the apartment that she and Frankie live in above the diner to continue getting ready for the day. Frankie watches her go before turning to you, only to notice you down the rest of your coffee.

“Do you want one to go?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Your teasing smirk turns into a grateful smile as Frankie steps back behind the counter and pulls out a styrofoam cup with a lid, filling it with the caffeine that you crave. “You’re too kind to me, Francisco.”

“It’s not on the house if that’s what you’re gunning for,” he teases and you fake a pout.

“It never hurts to try, does it?” You stand from your stool, pulling your coat tight around you and reaching for the full cup in front of you. “I’ll settle my tab later. Do you want me to walk Evie back here, or do you wanna pick her up tonight?”

“You’re gonna be here for dinner anyways, I know you’re too tired to cook for yourself after the Friday brunch special. You can just bring her with you if it’s not too much trouble.”

"Your daughter? Trouble? Please,” you laugh it off. Evie was really a perfect child, you and her have gotten along famously since the beginning. Frankie chuckles, nodding along because of course you’re right. “I’ve gotta head to work. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, have a good day,” he waves you away with a small smile, picking up a cloth to wipe down the counter as he waits for Evie to return downstairs.

A long sigh escapes you as you sink into your seat in the diner, your back relieved to sit after running around the kitchen most of the day. Evie settles into the chair across from yours, copying your sigh and both of you make eye contact before bursting into giggles, smiles on both of your faces. Frankie finds you like that, and he can’t help the way his lips twitch up at the sight.

He makes a show of pulling out his order pad and pencil, rolling up his sleeves in the process. “Ah, my two best customers. What can I get for you?”

You hum thoughtfully, opening the menu and observing it as if you haven’t eaten here multiple times a week for years now. “I’m not sure, what would the chef recommend?”

“Well, the daily special is-”

Frankie is cut off as you snap the menu shut, placing it on the table before folding your hands overtop of it decisively. “On second thought, I’ll have the lobster. What say you, madam?” You look toward Evie still across from you, an eyebrow raised and she plays along.

“I believe that the filet mignon and foie gras will do for tonight. And we shan’t forget a chocolate souffle for the table.” The eleven-year-old provides an astounding performance, a posh accent accompanying her words.

The two of you make eye contact for a split second, and your pretenses drop as you once again dissolve into laughter. Frankie only rolls his eyes, accustomed to your antics, though he doesn’t bother to hide the chuckles you elicit. “You two are ridiculous. Burgers and fries it is, then?”

“Why of course, my good sir. And a diet coke for me, please.” He nods and walks away, putting your order in the window and checking on his other guests.

When he comes back to the dining room after speaking with the line cook about another order, there’s someone occupying one of the seats at your table. Your laugh rings out through the diner as Benny, one of Frankie’s old friends, occupies your attention, and Frankie overhears the story being told as he approaches.

“-and suddenly we have to book it out of the river and leave our clothes on the bank. We end up stranded in the jungle, every one of us buck a-”

“Not in front of the kid, Miller,” Frankie chastises as he claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder in greeting.

Benny just laughs as you lean in and murmur conspiratorially, “but you’ll fill me in on the rest later, right?”

“You know it,” and he sends a wink your way as you lean back in your seat, a satisfied smile on your face.

Frankie hears a call go out from the kitchen window that order’s up, and after returning to your table with two plates of food, he takes the last empty chair. You and Evie dig into your food as he talks with his old friend for a few minutes. “When is Will coming in?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. I tried to get him to drive in with me tonight but he decided not to leave his new fiancee until he has to,” Benny rolls his eyes at his brother’s sappy attitude but you and Frankie can tell that he’s happy for him.

The pilot nods, “Pope texted me a little while ago, he’s on his way now.” With a thought coming to him, Frankie grabs your attention with an utterance of your name. “Are you still good with girl’s night?”

With an eager nod, you take a sip of your drink before answering. “Absolutely. I’m already set up for snacks and drinks, and I’ll be scouring my movie collection tonight to find something for us to watch.”

The boys hum in acknowledgment but Evie just laughs softly. “You know we’ll just watch the same thing as always.”

It’s sort of a tradition. Frankie’s best friends from the service don’t live that far away from each other, so every few months they meet up in one of their towns. While they catch a fight or simply hang out and get drinks, you offer to watch Evie, and your weekends together have evolved into binge-a-thons of junk food snacks and cheesy old horror movies.

“And what about it? You know we both have a soft spot for the classics.”

You finish your dinner, fully entertained by the lively conversation, which is only heightened when Santiago arrives at the diner. He and Benny end up eating as well and keeping Frankie on his toes between tables with stories. You might have heard them a half-dozen times before over the years, but you still enjoy the hell out of them, the reminiscences getting even spicier after Evie goes to bed for the night.

Your long workday gets to you eventually and by the time you’re stifling your fourth yawn in five minutes, your company starts to notice.

“You look like you’re ready for bed,” Frankie points out softly.

You hum in acknowledgment, shrugging your shoulders. “I could just drink a cup of-”

“You are not getting any more coffee today, and that’s final.”

“Fine, fine,” you assent to his good-natured firmness.

“C’mon hermosa, I’ll drive you home on my way to the inn. You reserved a room for me, right?” At Pope’s question, you nod.

“‘Course I did, Santi. Can’t have you sleeping on the streets, now can I?”

Santi snorts and stands from his chair, grabbing his jacket off the back of it and tugging it on. “I think if it came down to it, I’d rather bunk with you for the night.” His comment is paired with a cheeky wink and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“As if you would be invited to bunk with me, sweetheart.”

Santi clutches his chest with mock hurt. “You wound me!”

You smile before bringing a hand up to hide another yawn, and Santiago nods his head to the door. “Alright drama queen, let’s go before I fall asleep on my feet.” You turn to address the rest of your small group, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Benny, you didn’t forget your room key again did you?”

A momentary look of panic crosses the man’s face as he pats his pockets before finding the object. “Ah! Got it,” he says proudly, showing it to you.

You shake your head with a laugh at Benny and his forgetfulness. “Alright, goodnight everybody.”

Frankie makes sure the kitchen is clean and everything put away before sending the staff home for the night, the last remaining customer his sometimes-pain-in-the-ass friend. He’s just finished wiping down the other tables and grabbed the salt and pepper shakers to refill, taking a seat across from Benny when the other man looks up from his phone.

“So when are you finally gonna boss up and ask Y/N on a date?”

Frankie’s head bobs like a toy as he looks up at the unexpected words, his brow furrowing a second later. “Pardon?”

Benny stretches his legs out, leaning back in his chair in a relaxing stance. “You heard me. You two would be perfect together, and it’s not hard to see that you’ve got it bad for her.”

Frankie just stares at Benny, unamused eyes fixed on his face for a moment before he sighs, taking the cap off his head and rubbing a hand down his forehead tiredly. “I don’t have time to kill you right now Benny, come back later.”

“She’s got it bad for you, too.” Frankie’s head whips up at this, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and Benny continues talking. “Look, you both have feelings for each other, you see each other every day, and her and your kid get along famously. And everybody knows you’re going to end up together. Last time I was here I even heard her neighbor and that Kirk guy making a bet on which one of you would make the first move.”

Frankie mutters something about “town gossips” under his breath.

“I want you to be happy, man,” Benny says genuinely, the mood shifting.

“I am happy,” Frankie defends gently.

“But not as happy as you could be. I just think you should go for it, tell Y/N how you feel.” Benny stands from the table, clapping Frankie on the back and pulling his friend into a hug when he does the same. “Somethin’ to think about. I’ll see you tomorrow, man.”

Frankie locks the door to the diner behind Benny as he leaves, flipping the old-fashion open sign to closed. Turning around to lean his back against the door, he closes his eyes, considering the possible outcomes for doing exactly what his friend said. It could end awkwardly with neither of you knowing how to act around each other and you avoiding his diner like the plague. Or, the more attractive prospect, it could lead to something he had only imagined, a life with you by his side.

“Somethin’ to think about,” he repeats to himself, making his way to the apartment upstairs to get ready for bed.

“Everett Amaya Morales, I cannot believe you just said that!” When she only shrugs at you, a brow raised with as much sass as an eleven-year-old can muster, you scoff and cross your arms over your chest in slight indignation. “So you would rather wax Bigfoot’s legs than give Frankenstein’s Monster a makeover?”

She looks at you as if it’s an obvious answer, but to you, it’s anything but. “Yeah! Aren’t you curious how much there is?”

“Oh, there’s twelve pounds of leg hair at least, but I would be afraid for my own safety! One bad rip and Squatch could rip my arm off. Frankenstein’s Monster, on the other hand, has daddy issues and no friends, and I for one think that doing his makeup would be a very good bonding experience. Besides, how do you know that Bigfoot wants their legs waxed?”

“How do you know they don’t,” is her rebuttal.

You sigh theatrically, shoulders deflating in defeat. “Ah, yes, the Sasquatch don’t live by societal gender roles.”

When Evie simply laughs at your reply, you stick your tongue out at her and she returns the gesture before collapsing back against the arm of the couch.

“How could I eat so much takeout and still want ice cream?”

“Well you’re in luck, my friend. I went by the ice cream section when I was at the market earlier, and since I know it’s your favorite, I happened to grab a tub of cookies and cream.”

She looks up at the mention of her favorite flavor. “Extra chunky oreo?”

“Only the best for you, dear,” you respond and laugh as she only throws her arms over her face dramatically.

“But I’m still so full!”

“Eh, the ice cream melts in your stomach and fills in the cracks between all the other food. You’ll be fine.”

Poking her head up from the couch, she looks at you disbelievingly. Or like you’re crazy. Or both. “Yeah...I don’t think the digestive system works like that.”

“Oh it definitely doesn’t, that’s just something my great uncle used to say so we wouldn’t judge him for eating ice cream after a big dinner. That side of the family is obsessed with frozen treats. I, unfortunately, inherited that gene.”

“So…..ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” you concur, getting up to grab some bowls of the sweet stuff for the two of you to eat on the couch as you resume the movie that was interrupted by your earlier disagreement.

You must nod off because you wake to your phone alerting you to a new text. It’s Frankie, telling you that he’s on his way to your place to pick Evie up. Door’s unlocked, you reply as an invitation to come inside when he gets here.

You’re only half paying attention to the television when Frankie lets himself in, shutting the door quietly behind himself so as to not disturb movie night. You meet his eyes and nod your head toward Evie, who fell asleep in a pile of blankets on the floor a little while ago, and in the dim light from the tv, you see his eyes soften with a smile.

“She’s out cold,” you murmur when he gets closer to you. You pat the couch next to you, noticing the way he seems a little tired after his night out. “Boys night end early?”

Frankie looks at his watch, squinting to read the time in the low light. “It’s two am.”

“Ah,” you yawn. “That must be why I’m so sleepy.”

Frankie chuckles quietly, accepting the silent invitation to sit down with you. When you scoot closer to him on the couch bringing your fuzzy blanket with you, he can’t help but breathe you in, enjoying this moment, Frankie reaches for your hand that’s now wrapped comfortably around his arm, rubbing circles across the back of it with his thumb.

You watch the movie in comfortable silence for a little while, only half paying attention, before you break it. “D’you have fun tonight?”

Frankie hums an affirmative, leaning his head over on yours against his shoulder as he does so. “Did my two favorite girls have a good time watching terrible movies?” Your comment about bad movies being the backbone for modern cinema dies in your throat when Frankie’s words sink in. His two favorite girls? Plural?

You look up at him, eyes soft, and you know that if he looked down at you right now he would be able to see the adoration on your face, so you press your head further into his shoulder. “The two of us always have a good time.”

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie is watching you with the same adoration on his face, as he can’t help but thank whatever higher powers that he and Evie found you in this little town. As he feels his chest swell with warm feelings, he thinks once again of what Benny said. If Frankie confesses his feelings for you and you don’t reciprocate, things may get awkward, but if you feel the same and he never finds out, he could hardly live with it. Besides, as he spends time with you, Frankie has a suspicion that your feelings may be on the same plane as his.

Frankie’s hand that’s been moving circles across yours stops, and instead, he grips your hand in his, surrounding it with warmth. You turn your face back to Frankie’s and meet his eyes, and the breath hitches in your chest at how close the two of you are. “I think you and I would have a good time too.”

His deep voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine and your lips turn upward in a gentle smile. “Yeah?” Your voice sounds breathy to you, but you can’t find it in you to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“Yeah,” when Frankie’s nose brushes against yours, you can’t hold in the sigh that leaves your lips, your eyes closing in contentment. When he speaks again, Frankie’s breath ghosts over your lips, and warmth fills you.

“The guys were asking about spending the day with Evie tomorrow, they wanna have some time with their niece before they leave.” You hum softly, prompting him to keep talking. “I was thinking that while they do...it would be nice for the two of us to do something together.”

“Like a date,” you ask, your eyes opening once again. You’d hate to bring that up and be wrong, but your need for confirmation outweighs the risk of possible embarrassment.

When he nods, your fears dissipate and a smile lights up his face in the dark. “Definitely like a date.”

You bite your lip, looking down as your face warms, but Frankie reaches a hand to cup your chin, a silent encouragement to meet his eyes. The heat you find in them permeates you, and you find yourself nodding shallowly. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Francisco.”

“Yeah?” Frankie finds himself asking this time, his heart picking up speed at your affirmative repetition.

With a kiss placed oh so delicately to your forehead as if he’s reassuring himself that you feel the same way, Frankie turns back to the awful movie currently flashing across the tv screen. You follow suit, content to discuss the details of your date with Frankie later, a smile spreading across your cheeks even as you try to suppress it. With Frankie’s hand now back to holding yours and your head on his shoulder, you doze off, the presence of your two favorite people a comfort. And even in your dreams, you can’t wait to go on a date with your grumpy diner owner.

Me, writing another single father AU with one of my favorite characters even though I don't want kids? It's more likely than you think! This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while (a la Luke and Lorelai except a little different) and I'm glad I finally let it out for y'all. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! And I'd love your recommendations for which Pedro or Oscar character I should write for next. Thank you lovelies for reading!

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[all-hail-the-witcher]

say yes to the plus one

the sequel to say yes to the drinks. which you should read first. i am so tired. just have it. 

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ship: geraskier

warnings: none

editing: ish

words: over 3k but under 4k

genre: floof

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After getting drinks with Geralt, Jaskier could not stop thinking about him. He found himself taking more time with his appearance each morning - something that he hadn't even thought would be possible - hoping that Geralt would come into the store.

But Geralt still hadn’t come into Kleinfelds since the day of his trunk show. Jaskier tried not to be disappointed. He knew that he was very busy and it had been a one off that he had even met him in the first place.

Still, he couldn’t help but think that the two of them had something. There must have been some sort of chemistry between the two of them. Why else had Geralt asked him to get drinks after he had made that awful slip up with the magic fingers? Surely, he must feel something for him.

He had been texting Jaskier though, so Jaskier knew that he was at least still interested. Every message that he got wishing him a good morning or about some funny wedding dress design or of a picture of Geralt’s Pomeranian, Roach, made his heart flutter. There just had to be a future for them, right?

So, Jaskier went through yet another day of busy appointments at Kleinfelds, hoping that he would run into Geralt.

Late May into early June was always a busy time for them. Jaskier didn't personally understand the appeal of getting married in a zillion degree heat, but to each their own. This was by far his least favorite part of the year though. He spent every hour at work on his feet, hardly getting a break as he rushed from appointment to appointment: checking on alterations, making sure that every bride was getting their dream dress, and providing tweaks to designs when necessary to prevent bridal meltdowns.

It was nothing short of exhausting.

“Jaskier!” Camille, one of the consultants, called to him at around mid afternoon.

He had just spent the last hour trying to get a very adamant, very conservative mom and a very eccentric bride on the same page. He needed a daiquiri. Or three. Still, he turned around and put on his brightest smile.

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re needed down in alterations,” she said with a sweet smile.

Jaskier nodded and turned back through the salon to walk down to alterations. He hated going to alterations. If he was needed there, it usually meant that shit had hit the fan in some sense. He braced himself for a long afternoon.

He walked up to the manager, about to ask her where he was needed, when a shout from behind him made him jump.

“Jaskier!”

And a swell of desire rose up in Jaskier’s stomach because he knew that gravelly voice. Quickly, he straightened his tie, thankful he had worn his good pink one today, before taking a deep breath and turning around.

“Geralt!” he said, trying furiously to keep his cheeks from flushing. “What a lovely surprise.”

“Surprise?” Geralt’s brows furrowed together as he walked up to Jaskier, his wolfs head cane clicking across the floor. He was wearing a light blue button down today with the sleeves cuffed to his forearms that made his golden eyes pop and Jaskier had to struggle to keep his eyes on his face. “I texted you this morning.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened as he reached into his blazer pocket for his phone. Sure enough, there were two messages from Geralt. The first was a picture of Roach, lying in a patch of sun in his apartment. The second was a message that read:

Hey, I’m going to be at Kleinfelds today doing a custom fitting. Can you help with the appointment?

And Jaskier had never even seen it. Much less responded.

“Oh Geralt, I am so terribly sorry,” Jaskier said quickly. “This is our busiest time of year and I have hardly had a moment to think today.”

“You don’t have to help,” Geralt said sincerely, concern clouding his eyes. “I don’t want to push you too hard with the rest of your appointments, but I just figured that since I was here, I would ask.”

“No, no darling!” Jaskier said, rushing to reassure him. “Of course I will help! Helping you is much better than dealing with emotional brides and entourages that aren’t on the same page.”

“It’s alright Jaskier,” Geralt said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know you just want to see my magic hands at work again.”

This time, Jaskier did flush bright red. “ You! ” he said outrageously, gaping at Geralt’s audacity to bring up his slip up from last time. “You need a nap!”

But Geralt just laughed, a glorious sound that sent shivers down Jaskier’s spine. “I think you’re the one who needs the nap, Jaskier.”

Jaskier shot him an incredulous look. How dare he make such assumptions, and how dare he be right?

“Anyway, the fitting is for my brother’s fiancee,” Geralt explained. “I made her a custom dress and she’s coming in for her fitting today. There was a shipping delay, so we only have time for one fitting before their wedding next week. I was hoping you could help.”

Jaskier could see the tension that had creeped its way into Geralt’s broad shoulders and the worry that was clouding his pretty face.

Jaskier placed a reassuring hand on Geralt’s arm. “Of course I’ll help, darling. Helping resolve wedding dress disasters is my specialty. Er- not that your dress is a disaster,” he said quickly, amused by the way that Geralt’s eyebrows had shot up. “Nothing that you design could ever be a disaster, the way that you work lace and beads is just divine, not a disaster. Not in any way a disaster. What I meant was the fact that she only has one fitting, that’s the disaster. Not your dress.”

“My magic fingers are quite incapable of creating a disaster dress, you’re right,” Geralt winked.

Jaskier resisted the urge to smack his shoulder. “You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope.” Geralt looked far too pleased with himself. “Can you grab the dress for me? It’s on the rack for the day. And can you bring it to room 13?”

“Of course,” Jaskier said. He’d let the magic fingers comment slide for now. Geralt looked far too attractive with his moonlight silver hair in an artful bun, tendrils framing his face, for him to stay mad at him for long. He had never been able to resist a pretty face.

“Thank you.” Geralt moved past Jaskier and began to make his way to the room. Jaskier turned to watch him walk down the hall. His ass looked far too delicious in those gorgeous, fitted navy pinstripe pants. He just had to appreciate it. It would be a crime not to.

Distantly, he wondered if his ass looked just as delicious without the pants on. And was he wearing boxers or briefs? Oh who was he kidding, he had to be wearing at least briefs with pants like those. But what color? Geralt seemed like the type of man to appreciate a fun pair of underwear and-

Jaskier. Get your head out of the gutter.

He made a beeline to the rack and grabbed the dress. He had already left Geralt waiting long enough.

“Here you are,” Jaskier said, hanging the dress in the room.

Geralt fidgeted with his shirt sleeves, eyeing the bag. With a pang, Jaskier realized that he was nervous.

“I’m sure she’s going to love the dress,” Jaskier said, putting as much sincerity as he could into his words. “You are one of the best designers in the industry, Geralt.”

“I know,” Geralt said. “But I’ve never designed for someone that I know before, there’s more risk involved if they don't like it. Cause she’s put all her trust in me and what if she doesn’t like it? This is her only fitting. There isn't time to make anything else."

“Geralt,” Jaskier placed his hand over Geralt’s where he was still fidgeting with his sleeve. “She’s going to love it. Don’t doubt yourself so much, it ruins your pretty face.”

Fuck, did he just really say that out loud?

Geralt’s doubt dissipated as he looked at Jaskier amusedly. “You think my face is pretty?”

“Well who wouldn’t?” Jaskier said, trying and failing to backpedal. “It’s a plenty beautiful face, I mean you’ve got a nose and eyes and everything and…”

“I would hope I have a nose and eyes, yes,” Geralt laughed. Then, he leaned in, as if telling Jaskier a secret. “I’ve also heard that I have lips, too.”

Jaskier was saved the embarrassment of having to respond by a consultant escorting who Jaskier assumed to be Geralt’s brother’s fiancee and her entourage into the alterations area.

“Geralt!” a pretty girl with dark, curly hair said as she stepped up to hug him.

“Hi Triss,” Geralt said, giving her a polite hug and waving to the rest of the entourage. “Are you excited?”

“Of course I’m excited,” she said. “It’s only a week away, Geralt. This better be every bit as perfect as you said it would be.”

“It will be.” Geralt’s smile was easy, as if he hadn’t been freaking out about the appointment moments before.

“And who is this?” Triss asked, turning to Jaskier.

“Oh, everyone, this is Jaskier. He’s a consultant here and my friend,” Geralt said.

“Hello!” Jaskier said, giving everyone a wave.

“Jaskier, this is Triss, the bride to be. She’s marrying my brother.” Geralt gestured to the woman with the dark hair standing in front of them.

“Hello darling,” Jaskier said, shaking her hand. “You look just gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Triss smiled.

“And this is Triss’s friend Yennefer, Yennefer’s daughter Ciri, my other brother Lambert, and Lambert’s husband Aiden,” Geralt said, pointing at the people sitting on the bench.

Jaskier waved to them all and gave them his best customer service smile.

“Tell me about your fiancee, darling,” Jaskier said to Triss.

“I am getting married to Eskel,” she said, her face lighting up immediately. “We’ve known each other forever and he is perfect.”

“Forever is an understatement,” Geralt said. “They went to kindergarten together.”

“Oh, a childhood love story!” Jaskier clapped his hands together. “How romantic! Let’s hope you have a dress to match.” He turned to Geralt.

“Well darling,” Jaskier said, gesturing to the garment bag that Triss’s dress was in. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Geralt stepped up to the garment bag, his shoulder taught with anxiety.

“Take a breath, Geralt,” Jaskier whispered, just quiet enough for only Geralt to hear. “She’s going to love it.”

Geralt nodded once before unzipping the bag and pulling out the dress. Jaskier couldn't help but gasp.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous,” Triss gasped next to him, taking Jaskier’s words right out of his mouth. “Geralt, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“You haven’t even put it on yet,” Geralt said, stepping away so that the entourage could see it as well.

“I don’t have to to know that it’s everything I wanted and probably more,” she said, giving Geralt another hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Geralt said and Jaskier thought that he saw a light blush tinting his cheeks. Was Geralt embarrassed? Oh that was just adorable…

The dress itself was gorgeous, just as Jaskier suspected it would be. It was a glorious ivory color that seemed to shift under the lights to be a gorgeous pale blush pink. The skirt appeared to be A line and was sleeveless with a high neck. The bodice had an intricate lace and beading design that blended into the skirt. Jaskier knew that the dress was going to be amazing but Triss was right, Geralt had really outdone himself.

“Would you like to put it on, darling?” Jaskier asked.

Triss nodded, still not tearing her eyes from the dress as Geralt stepped out of the dressing room and Jaskier closed the curtains behind him.

He helped Triss into the dress, zipping up the back effortlessly.

“Oh it fits you like a glove darling,” he remarked. “Almost like it was made for you. Oh wait-” he smiled at her. “It was, wasn’t it?”

Triss laughed at his terrible joke - bless her - as she fingered the lace and beads on the front. “I wasn’t expecting it to look this beautiful,” she whispered.

“Well then let's spin you round, darling,” Jaskier said, taking her hand as she turned to face the mirror. “That’ll really shock you.”

“Oh my god.” She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gaped at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side to look at herself better. “Oh my god .”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Jaskier smiled at her. “Geralt is far more talented than he gives himself credit for.”

“Tell me about it,” Triss said distractedly as she continued to stare at the dress. “This is absolutely gorgeous. I love it. Eskel’s going to love it. Everyone’s going to love it.”

“Stop feeding pretty boy’s ego and show us then!” someone shouted from the other side of the curtain.

“Fuck off, Lambert!” Triss called back. “I’m having my bridal moment,” she whispered, tears springing up in her eyes as she continued to stare, utterly transfixed by the dress.

“Here, darling,” Jaskier said, pulling his pink pocket square out of his breast pocket. “You don't want to get your mascara on the dress now, do you?”

Triss dabbed at her eyes and took a deep breath before handing the handkerchief back to Jaskier.

“Are you ready to show your entourage?”

“She better be!” Lambert shouted from outside again.

Triss let out a watery laugh. “Yeah, I am.”

Jaskier drew back the curtain as Triss turned around.

“Oh, Triss,” Yennefer said, tears unmistakably clouding her eyes. “You look gorgeous.”

“Holy fuck, Geralt,” Aiden muttered as he stared at the dress, his jaw dropped. “ You designed that ?”

“Hey!” Lambert elbowed him. “I already said that pretty boy doesn’t need his ego inflated any more than it is!”

“Okay but fucking look at the dress, Lambert. It’s fucking gorgeous. And I’m half fucking blind. ”

Lambert shrugged. “Yeah I mean it’s nice. It’s a dress. It’s fabric. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say she looks beautiful!” Aiden nearly shouted, smacking Lambert’s shoulder. “And that Geralt did a great job because if you don't I swear your ass-”

“Boys.” Triss crossed her arms. “There are children present.”

“I’m nineteen!” Ciri protested, throwing her hands up.

Triss ignored her. “There are children present and this is my fitting. So Lambert, shut up and tell your brother he did a good job.”

“You did a good job not fucking it up, Ger,” Lambert muttered.

“I’ll take it. And Aiden? You can finish that sentence later,” she said with a pointed look.

She turned to Jaskier, who had been watching the entire exchange with raised eyebrows. “Sorry about them, they are always like this.”

Lambert flipped her off. Aiden threw up a peace sign.

“Well,” Jaskier said, trying to contain his laughter. “Clearly they are meant for eachother.” He was just glad that he hadn’t had to diffuse the situation. He was tired of telling entourages to get along.

“It’s a good thing they got married then,” Geralt said, standing slowly and walking over to Triss. “You like the dress then?”

Triss once again read Jaskier’s mind and playfully punched Geralt’s shoulder. “I fucking love it . I was right, it is everything I wanted and more. Thank you.” Her eyes were shining with tears again and this time, it was painfully obvious that Geralt blushed when he looked down at his shoes.

“Of course, it was my pleasure,” Geralt said, squeezing her arm. “I’m glad you and Eskel are finally tying the knot, I couldn't imagine a more perfect match for him than you.”

“Geralt,” Triss sighed, the tears pooling in her eyes spilling over again. “You didn't need to make me cry more! The dress was enough!”

Geralt just laughed. Jaskier silently passed Triss his pocket square again.

“Is there anything big that you want to change or do I just need to adjust the fit?” Geralt asked.

“Just the fit,” Triss said, dabbing at her eyes again.

Geralt nodded and set to work, silently slipping into the zone, pinning and adjusting and occasionally stepping back and squinting at his work. Jaskier knew that Triss and her entourage were talking, but he didn't even pretend to be paying attention. He was much more content to watch Geralt work, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the fabric as he made the already gorgeous gown look somehow even more phenomenal.

“Alright,” Geralt said, stepping back. “I think that that should be good, spin round for me.”

Triss turned to look in the mirror.

“Does it look okay?” Geralt asked and Triss punched his shoulder again. “Ow!”

“Geralt if you don't stop insulting your frankly quite stunning work, I will have to steal your little demon dog,” she said, looking over the dress in the mirror. “But yes, everything looks good.”

“Roach isn’t a demon,” Geralt pouted, and oh fuck wasn’t that adoreable.

“That fucking dog almost bit my hand off!” Lambert shouted from the bench.

Geralt made several rude gestures at him and Jaskier nearly swooned. Fucking hell he was gone for this man. And it was only the second time that he had seen him.

“Jaskier, can you get her out of the dress?” Geralt asked. “Be careful with all the pins.”

Jaskier nodded, very much at a loss for words.

“C’mon darling,” Jaskier said, tugging the curtain closed behind Geralt again.

He undid the zipper on the back of Triss’s dress and helped tug the dress off her shoulders, mindful of the many pins that Geralt had put in it.

“Have you and Geralt known each other long?” Triss asked.

“Oh, no not at all,” Jaskier said, glad that he was standing behind her and couldn't see the flush of his cheeks. “He helped me with an appointment a few months ago and we went out for drinks after and we’ve been texting occasionally, but that’s it.” He didn’t say that he wished it was more.

“You went out for drinks on the day you first met?” Triss asked, letting her voice rise. “That’s interesting, Geralt doesn’t often go out with people that he’s just met.”

There was a shout from the other side of the curtain, but it was muffled almost immediately, the sound of a hand slapping over someone’s mouth unmistakeable.

“Well, it had been a long day and we were both in need of one. Step out for me, darling,” Jaskier said, picking up the dress and hanging it back up.

“I’m sure you were,” Triss said from behind him as he zipped the dress carefully back into the garment bag. Before he had the chance to ask what she meant, she was opening the curtains and walking back outside to her entourage.

Jaskier picked up the garment bag and followed her.

“It was lovely meeting all of you,” he said, waving to the entourage. “Triss, darling, I hope you have a wonderful wedding and Geralt, it was nice seeing you again.” He turned back down the hall to go hang up the dress for Geralt to deal with later. He should get back upstairs, hopefully nothing too dire had happened in the salon during his absence, even if the break had been nice.

He was just turning to go up the stairs when he saw Geralt walking purposefully towards him, his cane clicking quickly against the floor.

“Jaskier!”

“Oh, hi again!” Jaskier said. “I was just going to head back upstairs, we are still very busy.” He gave Geralt an apologetic smile. There was nothing that he would rather do than stand and talk with Geralt.

Geralt winced. “Then I guess you probably shouldn't have helped me with the appointment.”

“No, no!” Jaskier said quickly. “It was my absolute pleasure, Geralt. And honestly? The salon was driving me a bit insane, so it was quite a nice and much needed break.”

“Well thank you for helping,” Geralt smiled. “I think it went well.”

“It definitely did, darling,” Jaskier said. “She loved the dress, just like I told you she would.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and looked down at his feet, placing both hands on top of his cane. “Actually though, I had something to ask you before you get back to work, if that’s okay. I don’t want to keep you.”

“The only thing you’re keeping me from is crying brides and disapproving mothers, and there is only so much of that that my poor soul can take,” Jaskier said. “I’d rather stay here with you and your-” he cut himself off before he made another terrible slip up. He had already learned his lesson from last time.

“With my magic hands? Or my pretty face?” Geralt asked smugly.

Jaskier sighed, ignoring him. “What was it that you wanted to ask me?”

“I have a plus one for Triss’s wedding next week,” Geralt started.

“And you haven’t asked anyone yet?” Jaskier asked. “Geralt, what have you been doing?”

“...Designing dresses?” he said sheepishly.

Jaskier swore his heart melted. He just looked so cute. How on earth was this allowed?

“Well, you better ask someone,” Jaskier said. “You’re running out of time.”

“Yes I know.” Geralt looked at Jaskier and smiled. “Jaskier, what are you doing next Saturday?”

“Saturday?” Well…” Jaskier trailed off, trying to remember what was coming up. “That is technically my day off, but I might still come in because we have just been so busy and we’re getting a new collection in and I’m going to have to….wait….” his eyes widened as he finally processed what Geralt had been asking him. “Are you….are you asking me..?”

“Would you like to be my plus one to Triss’s wedding?” Geralt asked, his golden eyes somehow sparkling in the atrocious fluorescent lighting.

“ Oh ,” Jaskier gasped. “Yes. Yes I would love to.”

“Great,” Geralt said, breathing an audible sigh of relief. “I’ll pick you up at 1pm. It’s formal. Be ready.”

Oh, Jaskier would be ready alright. He walked back to a salon with a huge smile plastered across his face.

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The Way You Love

SF9 Youngbin x F! Reader Imagine.

He's so precious I WANNA PROTEC

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: Got the idea at literally 3am. And I cried a lil while writing this. I do recommend reading this when you have a bad day. Because I have to say it is cute.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: All ages and written with she/her pronouns but everyone can read it. (nothing specified with respect to anatomy, appearance, etc of reader). Nothing really. Just pure fluff. Slowburn and crappy ending because I went blank 😂💀

Summary/Pre-Requisite: Youngbin and Y/N are in a well established relationship. But it isn't enough.

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Youngbin smiled at the small box in his hand. He can't believe he is actually going to do this. How can something as little as this be the source of so much joy, he didn't know. Maybe it was her. Or the fact that it was for her, from him. An eternal promise to love her till his last day, last hour, last minute and final breath. Well there is still much time to worry about that now though.

Loving Y/N is definitely the best decision he took without having to take it. Loving her, was as easy as breathing the fresh morning air. Listening to her talk was his favourite sound in the entire universe. Watching her dance goofily is his ideal view, other than when she's paying attention to something. Her face looks so cute when she's concentrating, he almost feels like he can cry over her adorableness.

Watching her from across the room, her movements, the way she smiles and makes everyone around her laugh with her silly jokes only adds to one of the many reasons why he loves her. She is the brightest light in his life, illuminating his existence with unfiltered joy and eternal love and affection.

He loves it when she snuggles up to him, wrapping her small arms around his torso and asks him what he's doing with her honey sweet voice, never fails to make his heart melt and burst with adoration. He loves it when she sleepily moves closer to him, like a pair of magnets, because she feels cold and knows that she can always rely on him to keep her warm.

He loves it when she bonds with his members and treat them and scold them like they are her children. Although he loves it more when she becomes a source of reassurance not only to him but also to his little brothers. He loves it when she helps them with anything, no matter how small the help may be. Since he is treated like the Dad of the group, Y/N automatically became the Mom and he couldn't wish for someone more perfect then her for that role.

He loves her understanding nature, her positive spirit, her overly motivating presence, her genuine compliments and concern. He loves the way she looks at him, like he's the only man in a room full of people. Her eyes reflecting the same twinkles of his eyes, with just as much love when he looks at her.

He loves when she slightly shuts her eyes when he moves her hair out of her face. He loves it when her small frame hugs him so tight he can barely stand still. He loves it when she plays with his hair when he takes a nap on her chest. He loves how her hand fits into his perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

If there was one thing he could do again, it would be to go back in time and fall in love with her all over again for the first time. Everyday, she gives him something new to love about her. Whether it be her shy smile, her blushy flustered face or the way she gets excited when she sees something cute, the way she coos his puppy to sleep, the way she always makes him feel better on a bad day and so many more things that may seem insignificant to her, but are never to him, makes him fall for her harder and deeper in love than he ever thought possible.

"Hyung! HYUNG!!! "

Snapping back to reality, Youngbin sees a wide eyes Chani looking at him with a questioning expression.

"What? "

"Were you daydreaming about Noona again? Why are you so distracted today? "

"It's nothing Chani-ya. She just makes me happy. That's all. Did you tell the camera crew that I need them this evening? "

"Yes I did Hyung. That's what I was telling you as you were zoned out. I don't even want to imagine what it's going to be like when you get married. We probably won't get anything done at all since you will be distracted all the time. " Chani said in a factual manner.

"Okay that's a bit excessive. And you haven't found someone whom you love as much right now. You will understand better when you do. Till then I can't really explain this." The older said smiling lighty as she took over his thoughts again. Rolling his eyes, Chani patted his leader and left wordlessly.

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"This is nice. The air isn't as humid as I thought it would be. " Y/N said as she walked next to her lover, fingers intertwined, arms swaying back and forth as they moved forward. Stopping still he twirled her around till she faced the railing covering the boundary of the lake. Giggling she wrapped his arms around her so he could hug her, keep her warm, even though she wasn't as cold yet.

Resting his chin on her head, he sighed heavily, feeling content with his beloved in his embrace. Oh how he could stay like this forever and never leave. Hmm. She's right. The air is just perfect. Like her. And it is definitely the perfect weather, to take the next step most relationships do.

Looking up at the sky, the stars shine bright, twinkling and shimmering beautifully. Taking this as a positive sign from the universe, Youngbin hugged Y/N tighter, knowing that it's now or,well later but now is nice. Turning her head to her lover, Y/N stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

Breathing out the two lovebirds stared up at the star filled night sky. The soft wind getting stronger with time, but not too strong to have any effect yet. Just a light breeze that can be felt. Like the love that's surrounding them, keeping them warm from the exterior and from within.

"Oh! Did you see that! That star is shining the brightest." Youngbin said pointing at a distant star.

" Which one? " Y/N stepped forward by one step, trying to see the star he pointed out.

" That one? " She asked again, this time she was the one pointing.

" No. The one standing in front of me right now. "

Drawing her hand back to her body, her heart thumping strongly in her chest. Now, what had happened when they hugged is that Y/N had felt a small poke on the side of her thigh, where Youngbin's jacket was over on her. So being the smart young lady she is, Y/N knew. She knew what was happening. And it wasn't just feeling the poke, she's been feeling like this for some days now. And she knows that he has too.

Slowly turning around, Y/N was faced with her lover, who was down on one knee, holding a small box with the cutest ring she had ever seen. To say that Y/N.exe had stopped working was an understatement. She stood there, as though she was frozen. Looking up at her, Youngbin breathed heavily and started.

" When I met you for the first time, I never thought that you will love someone like me. So I was happy to settle being just your friend. But we both started liking each other at the same time. I asked you out and you agreed to date me. I never thought that you would actually date me for a long time because I've, well I was thinking that you deserve better. But you told me and made me belive different. And I am really really grateful that you did. And as time progressed, we both grew to love each other so much. You know all of this already, but saying this out loud, makes me sure that I want more. You, have helped me grow into a better person, over the time that we have dated. You, motivate me and drive me to do better, because even if no one did, you knew my limit and my capabilities. You, make me the happiest I've ever been. So will you please make me a little bit more happier by becoming my fiancee and the happiest, in the near future, when you become my wife? Will you marry me? "

Y/N stares at him, while breathing through her mouth. The only sound that's heard is the soft wind.

" Yes. "

Y/N gets down on her knees, in front of her lover, sweet tears of shock and joy streaming down her face.

" Yes. I will marry you Kim Youngbin. "

" Hyung!!! Congratulations!!!!!! "

Breaking his face into a grin, Youngbin removes the lovely and intricately detailed ring and puts it on Y/N's finger delicately. Kissing her left knuckle, Youngbin realises he is crying as well. Sobbing out loud Y/N throws her arms around him, making him tumble backwards a little. Laughing a little, Youngbin slowly wraps his arms around her, caressing the back of her head as he looked up at the sky, trying to stop the tears from falling down his cheek.

Hugging each other tight for what seemed like forever, they move away from each other's embrace upon hearing clapping sounds and cheers from the young men and their team who have now approached them.

Standing up Y/N couldn't help but hide her face in her lover's chest. Kissing her forehead, Youngbin thanked everyone.

" Let's all celebrate! Dinner is on us. " Youngbin stated looking you. Smiling you nodded you head in agreement as everyone around you cheered and wiped their tears away.

It all felt like a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. A reality that she was so thankful to have. Smiling till their cheeks hurt, Youngbin and Y/N not couldn't wait till they were married and called as Husband and Wife.

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The Proposal Chapter 3

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Warnings: N/A

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You were torn. Sure, you trusted Ruth, and wanted her opinion. But this was still something new, and secretive. If you told her, and it leaked out, what would that mean for you?

“Can we just go shopping?” You offered a weak smile. She nodded, and you were relieved when she dropped the subject. 

Twenty minutes later Ruth was pulling in front of this nondescript brick building. The long windows were filled with various mannequins, all dressed in vintage and funky clothing. The parking lot had only two other cars in it, and you turned to Ruth with a questioning eye.

“I promise, it looks better on the inside,” she promised, dragging you inside. Immediately bypassing the cheap t-shirts and jeans, she headed to the corner of the store. You followed closely behind, glancing at the clothes, amazed at the selection. Sure, there were the usual ripped t-shirts and stained jeans. But the majority of the clothes were well cared for. Many were items you wanted to purchase and wear to work. 

“Here we are,” Ruth announced, sweeping her hand out. The back corner of the store seemed to be a store in its own. An archway covered in fairy lights set the area away from the rest. Inside were rows of dresses, skirts, and blouses. Shoes and jewelry were craftily arranged on the other side.

“What is this place?” You asked, gently running a silky sleeve through your hand, gasping at the price tag. “This is only twelve dollars!”

Ruth smiled knowingly, plucking a green jumpsuit from the rack and holding it in front of her. “This is the best-kept secret in Vancouver. A wardrobe lady told me about it, and I make sure to stop by at least once a week when I’m up here.”

You were mesmerized by the selection, but Ruth was on a mission. “I know you said it’s strictly business, but it is with Jensen. That man always shows up in his best, and no doubt expects you to as well. We need to stun the man.”

She had a pile of clothes in her hand before you even had one picked, ushering you to the dressing room. “Here, try these on.” She insisted.

The first thing she had picked out was a skirt and matching top, both a slinky, silver. They were soft against your skin but seemed more suited for the club than a dinner. Tossing them to the side, you pulled out the next dress. It was short, barely mid-thigh, a straight cut of turquoise. It was pretty, but as you stepped out to show Ruth, you kept tugging on the hem, trying to lower it.

“Hmm, not yet,” she muttered, ushering you back into the room.

The third dress was more of a sundress. It was strapless, with a tight bodice and a skirt that flared slightly all the way to your knees. It was a shimmery blue that changed to purple or silver with your movements. It was elegant without being too much.

You stepped out in front of the mirror and immediately Ruth clapped her hands together. “I knew that one would be perfect. Absolutely stunning my dear.”

Taking a deep breath, you glanced down at the sales tag. “It’s only $30!” You exclaimed. With that price, you could get shoes and maybe even a necklace. 

She nodded knowingly. “Come, let’s find some shoes.”

An hour later you were back at your apartment, your purchases placed carefully on your bed, waiting for you to get dressed. You had taken a shower and was currently in the middle of applying makeup when your phone rang.

Hello?” You answered, placing the phone on speaker. 

“Y/N!” Your brother, Luke, exclaimed. 

“Hey Luke,” You sighed, almost messing up your mascara as you smiled at the sound of his voice. “What’s up? You never call on Fridays.”

“I miss you,” he whispered, breaking your heart. 

Setting your makeup down, you put all of your concentration on the phone call. “Luke, I miss you too buddy.”

His bubbly little voice had you homesick. “They’ve been so mean to me,” he continued to whisper. “Y/N, they won’t let me play baseball this year. They said it was too expensive. But they let Emily do ballet, and that cost more.”

“You know our Aunt and Uncle are doing the best they can,” You tried assuring him. “And I’m sure there’s another reason…,”

“I want to come live with you!” He insisted. “When Y/N? You promised!”

“Soon buddy, I promise,” you assured him, knowing that with the check from this fake engagement you were no longer lying. It was so close to becoming a reality. “I just need to save up a little more, and then I can fight our aunt and uncle for your guardianship.” 

“I can’t wait,” he sighed. 

As much as you wanted to continue talking to your brother, you were already running behind schedule. “Talk tomorrow?” You offered.

After a half-hearted okay, you hung up, a tear slipping down your cheek. It was so hard, being separated from your little brother after your parents had died. But soon, maybe all of that would change. As soon as this fake engagement was over at least.

Taking a deep breath you finished your makeup, changing into that perfect little dress, and the heels that Ruth had found. Making your way to the parking lot, you knew your little ford escort would look so out of place at that fancy restaurant. Which is exactly how you had a feeling you would feel. 

Forcing yourself to move forward, you settled in behind the wheel, heading towards the coast. You turned the music up loud, singing along as you fought rush hour traffic. Swerving in and out of the slow-moving vehicles, you finally snitched a parking spot off to the side with two minutes to spare. 

The place was already packed. Smoothing down your skirt as you moved, you stepped up to the hostess. “Reservation for Jensen Ackles,” you announced. Her eyes widened, staring at you in surprise before pointing to the back. 

“You’re here...with..,” she stuttered, stepping aside so you could pass. Smiling at her, you headed to his secluded table. He was staring down at the menu, his thumb rubbing up and down the neck of a beer bottle. 

He had dressed up nicely, just as Ruth had said he would. A black button-up underneath a grey sports suit. He looked extremely handsome, and you stopped in your tracks, wondering what the hell you were doing. There was no way anyone would believe that this man would be madly in love with a girl like you. 

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QTVW Chapter 7

Future* President's Fiancee (VII)

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When An Mu Lan woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She sat up, squinting around.

It is dimly lit, but by the vague light it is possible to make out the layout of this room.

This is a bedroom, and where the light is brighter, there is a window covered by heavy curtains, but a few rays of light still shine through. It is also the curtains that obscure the light that makes this room extraordinarily gloomy.

Still feeling dizzy, An Mu Lan rubbed her forehead vigorously as memories from earlier came flooding back like a tidal wave.

She narrowed her eyes and clapped her hands together, a sounding crisp clap, causing the room's sound-activated lights to come on immediately. The layout of this room was also fully presented to An Mu Lan's eyes.

The tone of this room was cold and the furniture was arranged in a simple and monotonous way, a very familiar style of home decoration, which An Mu Lan found to be very similar to the style of Ling Xihan's villa and her office.

If she guessed correctly, this should be Ling Xihan's bedroom, and it was Ling Xihan she had vaguely seen when she was unconscious earlier.

An Mu Lan's eyes flickered and there was a hint of joy in her heart, so to speak, she was now within Ling Xihan's sphere of influence, so that card there, she was finally making initial progress in this matter of raiding the villain.

An Mu Lan smiled and felt another throbbing pain in her forehead, she frowned and stroked the spot on her brow, remembering the Li family's birthday party earlier.

At the time she planned and arranged everything, then passed out under the influence of drugs and wondered how subsequent events had developed after all this time.

She clicked on the invisible electronic terminal on her wrist, a blue screen popped up and a large list of web information appeared, An Mu Lan clicked on the search field and said to the screen,

"I need to know what happened after Miss Li's birthday party."

Within three seconds, a dozen blue screens were scattered in front of An Mu Lan's eyes, who looked over them one by one.

The big headline above, in dark font, reads,

"Is the broken marriage of Zhang and Li a case of someone doing evil, or a joke of fate,"

This is the title of the literary version; another writes,

"The Zhang family's youngest prefers Nanfeng and plays group P on the second day of engagement,"

This is the bold version; there are many more titles that broadly depict this event.

An Mu Lan's mouth opened wide in surprise when she saw the news that the Zhang family's youngest was good for Nan Feng, which was not mentioned at all in the novel's plot, ah.

What's going on? Is this also an auto-completion of the virtual space-time rules?

Puzzled by the thought, An Mu Lan pulled the screen of this page in front of her eyes, then line by line, read it carefully, and after about ten minutes of reading it, An Mu Lan snorted a laugh.

The news story says that after the announcement of the marriage between Zhang and Li, the banquet continued and many of the guests did not leave immediately. This is because such an occasion is where information is passed between the families, and where deals are most likely to be negotiated in the business world.

At around three in the morning that night, Li Jiarou suddenly had to find the young master of the Zhang family in a hurry because of some matters.

The Li family had quite a few bodyguards who launched a search at that time, and there was quite a lot of commotion, so all the guests present knew about it and started to pay attention to it, and some of them even took the initiative to find him.

The guests also noticed that something was wrong when Li Jiarou's face started to turn pale and lifeless, her body was shaking and she looked miserable.

And at that moment, the young master's sister, Zhang Yao, suddenly said,

"Is there a search within the Li family residence? Perhaps brother is there?"

When the crowd thought about it, it made sense, so they recruited the bodyguard to ask again, who said with certainty,

"I've searched all over the Li family residence, but I just can't find him. But ......"

As the bodyguard said this, his face went green and red for a while as he said,

"In the Li family residence, the first floor guest lounge which was locked, has not been searched because the key could not be found."

Zhang Yao immediately smiled and offered to go to that lounge to have a look, so the crowd all followed. Ten metres closer to that room, the extremely loud sound of water stains and the moans and groans of lust could be heard inside.

Zhang Yao took the initiative to walk up and pick up the key to open the door, only to see seven or eight tall, fit men toying with a fair, tall young man, a group P scene that was so unbearable to watch that many people instantly blushed until a female voice screamed shrilly, saying,

"It's the young master of the Zhang family!"

This roar immediately drew everyone's attention to the fact that the man being pressed in the very centre was none other than the missing young master of the Zhang family, who was now, in full view of everyone, gathered around to watch a thrilling spring, palace scene.

The news reported that Li Jiarou burst into tears and the patriarch of the Li family threw the "rubbish" out with a grimace, along with an unconscious half-*** on the sofa.

As things had come to this point, the Li family naturally had to withdraw from the marriage, and so this marriage between Zhang and Li came to an end in such a joking manner.

Although the Zhang family is a triad family and is very powerful in this future world, the Li family's power should not be underestimated as well, not to mention the fact that the Li family is also a political family and there is still some truth to the proverb that the people do not fight against the officials. So the Zhang family took it upon themselves to apologise and withdraw from the marriage after the first hour of this incident, and promised to take good care of the Zhang young master.

After reading the news, An Mu Lan's whole body went Spartan. Although she played a role in pushing this matter, she did not expect the subsequent development of this matter to turn out this way, which was too unexpected.

However, all in all, the person who profited from this matter was herself, so she smiled back and continued to browse up the news, and just then, the door of the room opened and a tall woman in a slim suit looked at her with an expressionless face and a dark gaze.

The smile on An Mu Lan's lips stiffened, and she immediately straightened her spine and said joyfully,

"Xihan, you're back."

Ling Xihan walked into the room, her steps slow and with a bit of carelessness, she walked up to An Mu Lan's side, leaned over and touched her forehead and asked,

"How do you feel now, is the headache better?"

An Mu Lan's wariness immediately rose in her heart, she felt that Ling Xihan was giving off a very wrong feeling at the moment, she tilted her head and looked at Ling Xihan's chin, smiled weakly at her and said,

"Much better already, thanks."

Ling Xihan curled her lips, her narrow eyes glancing at the translucent screens popping up in mid-air as she suddenly spoke,

"How's that? Happy with the result?"

Hearing these words, An Mu Lan's heart tightened and she was quick to smile and say,

"This news is really sudden ah, the young master of the Zhang family doesn't seem like this kind of person then, isn't sister Li Jiarou very pitiful?"

Ling Xihan moved closer to An Mu Lan and leaned in slightly to look at her, a deep and unpredictable look in her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed, her right hand stroking An Mu Lan's still somewhat messy long hair before wrapping her whole body tightly in her arms.

An Mu Lan felt her closeness, but she didn't feel happy at all, instead she was in cold sweat, because Ling Xihan's right hand was on her heart, and her palm was in the shape of a claw, as if she was playing with the softness of her chest, but then the force was heavy and light, which made An Mu Lan's heart alarmed.

An Mu Lan shivered involuntarily, she cautiously turned her head to look at her, and saw that she was very different from her usual cold and detached appearance, at this time, Ling Xihan looked at her with dark and deep eyes, with a clear understanding and realization, which made An Mu Lan feel like she was covered in □□□□□, standing in the eyes of Ling Xihan, allowing all her secrets to go unnoticed.

An Mu Lan smiled hard and asked with a tilted head,

"What's wrong with you today? Did something bad happen at work?"

Ling Xihan looked at the blue screen in front of her, pressing her lips close to An Mu Lan's ear and asking into her cochlea,

"Are you concerned about what happened yesterday?"

An Mu Lan immediately shook her head and said,

"Not really ...... concerned, I ...... I just ...... wanted to see what news…..."

Her voice weakened and her words stumbled, for the way Ling Xihan looked at her made her whole body shudder.

Ling Xihan just looked at her, with a gaze that saw through everything, and she suddenly raised her hand to caress An Mu Lan's cheek, from her still baby-fat cheek, to her soft chin.

Then she lifted her chin and looked deeply into An Mu Lan's eyes, not missing a single detail in her eyes, and she said in an unhurried tone,

"You arranged it very well the other day, the marriage between Zhang and Li was something I didn't want to see, and I'm really, really happy that you did that for the sake of it."

With that, she clicked on a blue screen and looked at the news item "The collapse of the Zhang-Li coalition" and said,

"The Li family abandoned the Zhang family in favour of another partner, and as a helper in pushing the issue, the Li family naturally chose me as a subordinate, which would allow me to step into the political world more quickly;

And the Zhang family has so disgraced the Li family and dared to lay hands on the daughter of the Li family patriarch, the Li family will naturally not let the Zhang family go, and then down the road, the Zhang family's power in the underworld will naturally fall into my hands, and I, in turn, will become the new boss;

The Li and Zhang families are equally powerful, and the young master of the Zhang family has been ruined after this night, so the two families are battling each other, and the one who will benefit the most in the end is, of course, me;

The most important thing is that the young master of the Zhang family knows part of the truth of the matter, he is a vengeful man, think about it, that maid you bothered to deal with, and Zhang Yao who made you afraid and uneasy, are the targets of his revenge. One less morbid suitor for me, and you can continue to be my good fiancée in peace.”

Ling Xihan finished these words in a flat, unemotional tone, then licked the cold sweat off An Mu Lan's cheeks and said to her,

"What's wrong? Making so much sweat?"

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 24

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 5,235

!!Warnings!!: Mention of abortion near the end

Date: February 2017

Chapter Name: Maya’s Wedding Day

Brief Chapter Outline: The pair attend’s Maya’s wedding, it’s all nice and happy until Lucia ruins the surprise for Gabrijela. It ends with the following day after-party at Maya’s parents house. 

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It was an early start for Gabrijela and Cillian. They took another shower, Gab going first since she had to be ready quicker and she took her time when it came to doing her hair and make-up.

"You look fine without all of that on." Cillian mused.

She huffed, "Yes. You've told me many times. But it's only for these special occasions I'll go full out. Or if I'm streaming a game." She was combing her wet hair once she was out of the shower.

"I have yet to see you do a stream," Cillian said.

"Well, I do plan on a stream next weekend. You can watch." She giggled.

"Sounds like a good idea." He nodded and went into the shower.

Gabrijela dried her hair and worked on it. It was a half up half down style with a braid, the loose ends were in soft waves as her hair was like that naturally. She cleaned up her jewellery next, she had found some earrings that could match her necklace, they were simple gold sunbursts with a little opal in the middle. She still had that Claddagh ring on and admired it. She truly loved it. She popped on their shared music playlist as she set on her make-up. She kept it quite natural, when she would come back she would add more to match her evening dress. Her dress for the church was an off the shoulder, white top section with the skirt a rose gold with four big white flowers. She wore flats with a small heel.

Cillian was ready in his suit, he was fixing up his collar as Gabrijela came over and did his tie, "You look dashing, babe." She adjusted his tie and collar and rubbed down his jacket.

"And you look stunning." He held her forearms gently.

"Thank you. Can I take a photo?" She grinned.

"Okay." He chuckled and they posed before the mirror as she snapped a pic. "Oh, we look good."

"We do. A perfect couple." She leaned up and kissed his cheek gently.

They pulled away and she grabbed her bag, checked for anything she was missing and off they went. Her family were finishing up and the kids mucked around near the parking lot. They all greeted each other before they all got into their own cars. Her parents would join in her car, she would lead her family to the church.

Once everyone got to the church, they mingled with the rest of the guests and Gabrijela found her group of friends. They all greeted each other.

"How was the drive?" Elijah asked.

"Good. I'm tired since we left right after I finished work." Gabrijela laughed. "Don't give me that look you kinky asshat. No. I'm not tired because of that." She punched his shoulder.

He grinned, "Sure thing. Hey, I gotta tell you something though."

"Oh? What is it?" Gab asked.

"Before we all knew what Lucia had done to you and the shit she caused us, she is still coming to the wedding. Maya wanted to tell her not to come but she felt way to bad. You know how she is." Elijah said.

Gab sighed heavily, "Thanks for telling me. I'll make sure I keep away from her."

"No problemo. I think she's just coming to the reception so you got time to get yourself ready if she ever tries to face off with you." Elijah patted her shoulder.

"Yeah. Again, thanks." She smiled.

It was time to head into the church and she took Cillian's hand. Together they sat near the front with her family and friends. Ben was standing up at the front with his mates, looking very nervous. Twenty minutes passed before the bride had arrived. The guests all stood as the little flower girls, both Maya's and Ben's, walked down the aisle, throwing flowers along the way but were giggling and kept getting distracted. Then it was the ring boys who were close to the girl's ages, followed by the three bridesmaids. The music began as Maya and her father walked together down the aisle. She had a beautiful lace dress which had a Queen Anne collar and short flowing sleeves. The bodice was hand made and had little crystals sewn in the middle of the flower designs. She looked absolutely stunning and very happy.

The ceremony continued on, it was seriously perfect. Their vows were their own and it brought tears to both their eyes. Gab felt Cillian slip his hand in hers and squeeze gently. She looked up and he smiled at her, she returned it. She looked back when they exchanged rings... She wondered if she was ever going to get married.

Once the ceremony ended, the Croatian band started and played music as they walked out followed by the bridal party then soon after the guests. Everyone gathered in front of the church and took a photo, then a big circle was formed and the bride and groom danced to the music. People clapped and cheered, more photos taken and people congratulated them. The bride and groom eventually left to go have their photos taken, some people headed back to their hotel rooms or straight to the reception that was being held at the Hunter Valley Gardens.

Gab and Cillian headed back to their hotel with her parents in tow. They all relaxed in the garden as it was cooler, Leo had brought drinks and they had some. Gab stuck with her lemon lime and bitters. Music played from the boom box she brought along, the kids asleep, the air warm but not to much to cause you to sweat. Then it was time to get ready, Gabrijela changing into her other dress, Cillian helping with the lace back. She laughed when he gripped her hips and pulled her close, kissing her shoulder then to her neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, "Don't, babe. You know what will happen."

"Just don't think about it." He said, coming to her jaw.

"Bastard." She was turned around to face him and she planted her hands on his chest. "I. Love. You."

"And I. Love. You. Too." He leaned in and kissed her softly, "You look really beautiful."

"Thank you. You look really handsome." She smiled and fixed his hair.

He took her face in his hands gently and he smiled, "Shall we go?"

"We shall." They kissed and pulled away and headed out and soon left to go to the gardens. It was done outside with a huge marquis that was decked out in a very boho, natural theme. Pretty lightbulbs hung from the beams above (which looked like branches), the poles were designed to look like tree trunks with curling flowering vines. The tables had three types of designs, one had the red wattle, yellow kangaroo paws and the eucalyptus flower with leaves sprinkled on the tables. The bridal table was similar but much more extravagant with flowers draped at the front with fairy lights woven between them and as the backdrop to.

Gabrijela took the stem of rosemary from the basket, it had a red, blue and white ribbon at the end and she pinned it to Cillian's jacket lapel.

"What is this for?" Cillian asked.

"All Croatian weddings have this. Each guest gets it. Tradition says it wards off evil spirits and that guests then give money." She pointed to the box. "Though, you would give a card instead of just dumping it in." She held the card up and grinned before she put it in the box. "I already bought her a gift, a Smeg Toaster that will match her other Smeg items in their new house."

Cillian chuckled, "Nice." He took her hand as they walked to their table. They were seated with her friends, Elijah at her side.

"Please tell me she won't be on our table?" Gab asked Elijah.

"Sadly she will be, but don't you worry. We got you." He hugged her a little and squeezed her shoulder. "Also you look fantastic. You both do."

"Thanks, Eli." Gab smiled a little before she sighed. "Ah fuck." Gab cursed when she saw Lucia walk in what looked like a much older man.

"Now that is a first," Karsyn said with a raised brow, he was seated beside Cillian.

"What the hell." Gab groaned.

"It's going to be okay." Cillian gripped her hand, touching her face, "I love you."

Gab smiled and touched his hand as Lucia beamed, "Hi guys! Good to see you all." She exclaimed.

"Nice to see you too," Elijah said with a tight smile.

Karsyn only ignored her and talked to his fiancee.

"Well, this is David. My boyfriend." She introduced the sketchy looking dude. Lucia told him each of their names before they sat down. The vibe on the table was weird since no one was really talking to Lucia. Gab kept her attention on Cillian, showing him something on her phone.

"So! Gab-gab, how have you been?" Lucia chimed in, beaming.

Gab looked up, "It's Gabrijela. I've been fine." She leaned into Cillian's side, gripping his thigh.

David seemed intrigued but he didn't talk, keeping mostly to himself.

"That's good. You like my handsome boyfriend? He's super sweet. He's also from Ireland to. We both have guys who got in common. Should hang out." Lucia nodded.

Gabrijela bit her bottom lip and took a quick glance at her friends who also seemed like 'WTF'. "Uh, don't know. I'm quite busy."

"I'm sure we will find a day! I'll message you. Did you change your number? Been trying to get back to you." Lucia frowned.

"Uh. Yeah-"

"Oh then please, give it to me. I want to organise a day-" Lucia started.

"No. I will not. I'm busy, Lucia. I have no time to meet up with you." Gabrijela already felt annoyed and she felt embarrassed for her boyfriend who was trying to tell Lucia to stop.

"Why not? I want to see you again." She pouted, tears in her eyes. "I miss you!" She cried. David grabbed her and hushed her, whispering fast to her and she was whimpering.

"Jesus." Gabrijela turned away from her, shaking her head. "I'm already fucking sick of her." Gabrijela felt that second-hand embarrassment.

"It's okay. I'm here for you." Cillian rubbed her arms gently then took her hands and brought them to his lips. He looked at Lucia who was staring at him with clear vile anger. He only looked back to his love and kissed her forehead.

No one talked to Lucia despite she was trying to chat up the ladies on the table. Very light conversation before she finally got the gist of it.

Eventually, the bride and groom had arrived. The bridal party went first in, each couple had their own song they danced to as they entered followed by Ben and Maya. They picked a lovely Croatian song and they danced together in the middle of the dance floor. Then they parted after it was done and took their spots on the table.

Their MC, Maya's cousin, welcomed everyone and complimented the bridal party and the couple before he sneaked in some jokes before he departed. The first-course meal was then brought out soon after, people were chatting, music was playing. There was going to be a live band, she could see it. She loved live Croatian bands, and these guys were good.

Lucia got up to go talk to some people she saw, leaving poor David alone.

"Hey mate." Elijah spoke up, smiling at the man, "I gotta ask, what are you doing with her?"

"With Lucia? Like anyone else, dating her." David sat a little straighter.

"Right. Right." Elijah sat back.

"I'd like to ask why you all gave her such a cold greeting. Are you not her closest friends? Especially you?" David looked at Gab.

"Was. She's no longer our friend." Gabrijela said. She wondered if Lucia had even told David why they never spoke. It looked like he was quite confused.

"That doesn't mean you should give her the cold shoulder." David frowned, "She's proven to be an actual lovely girl."

"Oh? So you know what she did?" Gabrijela asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes. She told me she made a mistake with sleeping with your now ex. She truly wants to make it up to you." David replied.

"Yeah. No. She did not make that mistake. She wanted it." Gabrijela scoffed, shaking her head. Cillian gripped her thigh, squeezing to remind her to stay calm.

"Have you ever spoken to her about it? She said you just dropped her." David cocked an eyebrow.

"Of course. I won't be dealing with people who cheat. I've dealt with people like that, don't need it in my life." Gab replied smoothly.

"But you should-" David began.

"Listen, mate. She said she doesn't want to be friends with her. Drop it. Besides, how long have you been dating Lucia?" Elijah cut him off.

"Three months," David said.

"Right. And you understand that she was causing some shit with us, as well?"

"Yes but-"

"No buts here. Just understand that she's cut deep wounds with us all and we aren't the type to just happily oblige her just because she throws a tantrum. You just saw it yourself." Elijah said, his eyes hard.

David frowned and glanced at Gabrijela and her man then sighed and sat back, arms crossed.

Gabrijela looked away and saw Maya looking at them, she gave her a smile of reassurance and a promise they would talk later.

It wasn't long when it came to the first dance. Gabrijela explained to Cillian the meaning behind the song and how much it meant to Maya and Ben. He found it quite romantic as they watched the pair dance. The rest of the bridal party danced until anyone else may come up.

"Shall we?" Gabrijela turned to Cillian.

"Dance?" He asked.

"Yeah. Come on, my love." She said as she stood up and took his hands. They walked to the dance floor and he spun her before he pulled her close. They swayed to the music, her head resting on his chest. She imagined them on their wedding day like this.

"You make me so unbelievably happy, Cillian." She said, her eyes shut.

His lips brushed her forehead, his thumb ran over her knuckles slowly, "I can say the same for you. You are truly a woman I love."

She loved that word in his accent, it made her shiver, "My Cillian." She looked up at him and leaned up to kiss him softly.

He smiled and they pressed foreheads. Maya made an 'aw' sound as they came close.

"You two are so cute!" She beamed and broke away from Ben to hug Gabrijela.

Gab laughed as she hugged her friend back as Cillian shook hands with Ben, "Congrats. You look so good! Ugh!"

"Thanks. Oh my god. I love this dress. It suits you so well!" Maya beamed. The girls gushed over each other before they danced, their men stood off to the side to talk.

"I have something really important to tell you and the gang," Gab said to Maya as they twirled.

"Oh? How important?" Maya asked with a smile.

"Very. After all the formalities are done we all meet under the willow tree." Gab giggled.

"Oooh, secrets. I love secrets." Maya mused.

They parted as the dance ended and they all took their seats once more. It was time to do the speeches, which were very sweet, a lot of tears from both Maya, Ben and Maya's dad and Ben's best man. The speeches really tugged at the heartstrings. Even for Gabrijela. Then it was time to cut the cake, which of course almost turned out into a food fight but Maya wasn't having it. Once the cake was taken away and people calmed down it was time to throw the bouquet and Gabrijela was up on her feet.

"Hey! You aren't single!" Elijah shouted.

"Don't care!" Gab stuck her tongue out as all the girls gathered. Music played as Maya swayed and messed around... Then threw the flowers. The girls cried out and reached for it... Gab caught it as she tittered to the side and fell down as she laughed.

"Woo!" She yelled as Cillian rushed to her side.

"You okay my love?" He asked, eyes wide.

"I am. I am." She giggled and kissed him as he helped her to her feet. "Now it's your turn." She said as Maya came over.

"You good? Holy crap you were determined." Maya laughed.

"Yep! I was!" She nodded as they took a picture together.

"What do you mean it's my turn?" Cillian asked as they pulled away.

"You'll see." Gabbie pulled him back to the table as it was now Ben's turn.

Ben had done a whole 'Magic Mike' kinda dance for Maya who was red as a tomato. He stripped and paraded around her before he got to his knees and went under her skirts. She laughed and giggled as he finally took out the garter.

"Up you go, babe. Go catch it." Gab whispered to him.

"Oh, God." He laughed and stood to join the boys.

"Don't you hurt him!" Gab yelled, pointing at Ben's brothers and cousins.

Ben also did the teasing before he threw it. Gab gasped as the group surged forward... Cillian came out victorious! He laughed as he was bear-hugged by the group and Gabrijela was called up. They took photos together then with the bride and groom before Cillian and Gabrijela began to dance. It was an old tradition that they would do this. They did a bit of a jig together and laughed and mucked around, people cheering and clapping.

It was time to sit down as dessert came out, chocolate fudge cake. Gabrijela groaned as the dish was set before her, Cillian getting some type of ice-cream and some other cake. "Let's share," Gab said and they did, going half and half with their dishes.

Gab waited when Lucia decided to leave and she whispered to Elijah and Karsyn to follow her. They all got up, including the wives as they walked out to the willow tree. Gab waited back as her friends had all gathered there and looked up at Cillian, "You still okay with me telling them?" She asked him. They had discussed on the drive that Gabrijela would tell her friends about her being pregnant. They both agreed they would do it tonight.

"I'm perfectly fine with this. I swear it. Your friends deserve to know and I am more than happy to tell them." He squeezed her hands.

Gabbie beamed and together they went to their group of friends.

"Spill it, girlie." Maya grinned.

"Well..." Gabbie glanced at Cillian then back at her friends. "I'm pregnant!"

There was a moment and Maya was the one who gasped, "Really? Oh my god!"

"Yep! I am!" Gabrijela laughed as she was crushed against her friend's body in a tight hug.

"Congratulations!" Karsyn and Elijah said as they all hugged each other.

"When are you due?" Maya asked.

"Don't know. Maybe October or November if my calculations are right." Gabrijela giggled as Cillian pulled her close.

"Are you excited?" Ben asked Cillian.

"Oh very much so. I can't wait." Cillian grinned and looked down at Gabrijela.

There was excited chatter among her friends, and they eventually found out they were all first to know before her family. That was another obstacle to get across.

"What's all this excitement?" Lucia had wandered over and looked at everyone, "And why was I left out of it?"

Everyone turned to look at her, "None of your business." Elijah smiled.

"Is someone pregnant?" Lucia continued, "Who? C'mon, tell me." She crossed her arms.

"None. Of. Your. Business." Elijah said again, "No one needs to tell you anything."

"I wasn't asking you." She snapped at Elijah. "Ladies? Someone gonna tell me?"

"No." Gabrijela frowned, "Elijah is right. We don't need to tell you shit." She said, "Come on, let's go back inside." Gab said and walked with Cillian, holding his hand.

Everyone followed inside, leaving Lucia alone.

The night continued with more dancing and taking silly photos in the photo booth. Gabrijela and Cillian headed into the garden again where they kissed under a tree for some time where things began to grow hotter until Elijah, Karsyn and Ben ruined the fun. Gab was happy her friends were super supportive of their relationship, the boys loved Cillian, they acted mature but also had heaps of fun.

Gab couldn't get her eyes off Cillian the whole time, and Maya kept teasing her about it.

"Shut up." Gab rolled her eyes, shoving her friend a little.

"Nah. Not when you got googly eyes and drooling all over yourself." Maya laughed.

"Sorry, can't help that my boyfriend is a total snack." Gabbie mused.

"And cheers to that!" Maya beamed and they clinked glasses.

The girls chatted with each other before Gab spotted her parents looking around before their gazes fell on to Gab and wandered over.

"Gab, we need to chat." Her father said with a firm tone. "Alone."

Gabrijela frowned but her friends all got up and left, Maya mouthing 'Come to me if you need it' and turned to go.

"Okay... What's up?" Gab was confused as to why her father looked so grim. And angry.

"Well, is there something you'd like to tell us?" Her father stared at her, his scowl was clear.

"Tell you... What?" Gabrijela seemed more confused than anything.

"Gabrijela, don't play dumb. We know you are pregnant." Her father snapped.

Gab winced and her eyes widened, "What?" She had no words.

"Lucia told us. You told your friends first without consulting with us." Her father continued.

"You should have told us so we can discuss whether you will be keeping it or not." Her mother added.

"Well, I was planning to." Gab restrained her anger, "But I wasn't going to tell you yet. I wanted to make it a surprise. But it seems you both are not happy I am pregnant, am I correct?"

"Of course not. I've never been happy with this relationship either, I do not see a good future with this man at all. Why couldn't you be with someone closer to your age? Why must you waste away your life-"

"First of all," Gab cut her father off, glaring at him, "It is none of your damn business on who I date. I love Cillian, for who he is. Not because he is an older man. I never cared about it, I care about how he treats me and how we are together. You should be happy he makes me happy." She said with a clear, hard voice. No way would she let her parents trample over her like this.

"And does he know about you being pregnant?" Her mother scoffed a little.

"Of course. And we have a plan about when I am due, he will spend the few weeks here with me. Supporting me." Gab straightened her shoulders. She wouldn't let them shit on Cillian either.

Her parents let out a sigh, "And through it? How will he support you here when he isn't here?" Her father asked.

"Of course he can't come with me to the appointments so I have Maya to help me with it. Why does it matter? He is dedicated to me and with this baby, he will do whatever he can to help me." Gabrijela said.

But the next words that came from her mother hurt the most, "Darling, I do not think this is a good idea. How will your child grow up with an old man who won't be able to keep up? I know this is hard but we can talk to a doctor about-"

Gabrijela stood, tears forming in her eyes, "How dare you! Don't you talk to me about aborting my child! Of all the people, I thought you'd be happy or at least kind about this! I cannot believe you'd think I'd choose to rid my child."

"Baby, what's going on?" Cillian had rushed over when he heard her raised voice and had seen the trio interact.

"I just- God! You are unbelievably cruel!" She was crying now, tears streaming down her face.

"Damnit Gabrijela, you are ruining your life! This whole thing is a mistake, why couldn't you just behave yourself?" Her father stood, "I do not accept what you have with this man, or what you are carrying. You are no daughter to me."

The words speared her heart, "I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU!" Gabrijela screamed and turned and ran off.

Cillian turned to her father, having had enough of this, "How could you say that to your own daughter?" Fuck being nice. This was his love and future mother to his child. "What a terrible thing to say, you should be comforting her and aiding her. Not turn her away." He shook his head, "I love her, I love our child. There is nothing you can do about it. I'd like you to reconsider your words to her and make peace if you have the heart to do so." Cillian turned and ran after Gabrijela.

Her parents were in shock but had not said anything else after him.

Gabrijela was in the bathroom, crying in one of the stalls. Maya was there, trying to comfort her and hold her. Cillian didn't care and came in, "Gabbie? My love?" He came to the closed door, he could see Maya's white dress underneath it.

Maya opened the door and let Cillian in, who gathered Gab into his arms.

"I hate them," She cried into his chest, "I can't believe they even had the guts to say such cruel things."

"Shh, I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere." He stroked her hair gently, rocking her a little.

They spent like that for a bit before he managed to walk her out, they headed out of the venue where he cleaned her face up, Maya and the rest of her friends there with her.

Though, Elijah was inside with his fiancée who was trying to calm him down and not go after Lucia who was smirking like a cat. But he didn't need to as Maya came over with her husband and told Lucia to leave.

The girl made a huge deal and a tantrum, her boyfriend super embarrassed as he had to literally lift her and carry her out of the place.  

When Gab seemed to recover, Cillian held her hand as he sat beside her, his jacket around her shoulders. "I love you." He said softly, cupping her cheek and turning to face him.

She smiled a little, "I know. I love you too." She rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed her head.

"Nothing will stop me from loving you. Or our child." His hand slid over her stomach.

"You are perfect, Cillian. You really are." She looked up at him, "My handsome love." She kissed him deeply.

His arms slid around her and they kissed passionately, "When we head home, I'll make you a fantastic bath." He murmured against her lips.

"Yeah? Will you be in there, a bow on your head?" She giggled softly.

"Sure, if we have one." He pecked her lips.

She was feeling a little better but she was still hurting, "Well, long as you are there, that matters most."

"Mmm, yeah." He leaned back in and kissed her again.

"Hey, come on you two. We're going to say good-bye to Maya and Ben." Elijah broke them up.

The pair stood and walked back in, hand in hand. Everyone stood in a circle as the newlywed couple went around to each person to say good-bye. Her brothers had already left earlier because of the kids and they had a long drive home tomorrow.

Eventually, they had left after another dance and the party continued on.

Gab danced with Cillian and her other friends, not meeting her parent's eyes. By midnight the party finished and Maya's remaining family cleaned up, as well as Gab and Cillian and her parents. Once that was over they drove back to the motel in total silence. Cillian took to the wheel despite Gabrijela telling him not to.

Now at the motel, Gabrijela didn't say goodnight to her parents and simply went to her room with Cillian. She undressed as he prepared a bath, cleaned her face and combed her hair before tying it up in a bun.

Cillian had finished with the bath and she wandered over, he was undressing as well and she couldn't help but watch him. "Sexy." She purred.

He laughed, facing her full-on, "That's you. Come on, let's get in." He said and helped her in before he slid behind her. He set up some music for them to listen to as they relaxed in silence. Cillian could feel Gab falling asleep and woke her up before he washed her. He got out with her and dried her and dressed her in one of his shirts and boxers.

Together they slipped into bed, him being the big spoon.

"I love you." She murmured softly.

"I love you too." He replied gently, kissing the back of her neck.

They both eventually fell asleep.

 The Next Day...

 Gab was glad her parents weren't coming in the same car to Maya's after-party at her parent's house. Cillian had agreed as well as they packed the car. Soon they were on the road to the country house where they were able to stay the night as well.

The party was only close friends and family, it was a clear but hot day. It was all outside but undercover thankfully. A Croatian band was playing and a little dance floor was set out.

It was nice, Gab thought. She loved weddings and always dreamed of being married to someone she loved, and she gazed at Cillian once more with that cute, small smile.

"What?" He asked as he looked at her, they were dancing.

"Nothin'. Just admiring you." She said. She wore a short yellow summer dress with white polka dots. She still had his necklace he gave her all those months ago.

"Uh-huh." He said and kissed her softly as they swayed.

The afternoon continued on with plenty of laughter, food, dancing, singing and drinking. The majority had gone home by four, but the party kept going well into the night.

Gab had fallen asleep in the egg chair as her friends chatted around her, and Cillian had come over to pick her up and take her up to the spare bedroom. He undressed her and went back down to say goodnight to everyone before he joined his love in bed.

She had rolled and snuggled close to his side, mumbling something but kept on sleeping.

He stayed awake a little, watching her peaceful state. He let his mind think and wonder, feeling totally blessed to have her with him. Tomorrow, he thought, he needed to go out to the shops and buy a few things before they left to go to their camping trip on Wednesday.

He knew what he had to do and he was nervous about it.

[camillemontespan]

ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part eighteen: mojitos and sunrises]

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'So let me get this straight,' Riley said, her blue eyes boring into Liam's. 'You were engaged to this girl Camille, about to get married in a few months at the Met, and you both visited her hometown in Texas to invite her old friends and see her grandmother. While there, she was reunited with her ex-best friend who turned out to also be her ex boyfriend who she lost her virginity to, and she fucked him. You were oblivious. Then you both come back to New York, she meets up with the ex boyfriend across town and fucks him again. Then her grandmother has a fall and Camille goes back to Texas to see her in hospital. When she comes back to New York, you are making her favourite dinner in a bid to apologise for not being able to leave work to go to Texas when she bursts into tears and tells you that she fucked the ex boyfriend twice and kissed him in some sort of maze.. You walk out and now the wedding is off. Have I got all that right?'

Liam nodded. 'That's it.' 

Riley stared at him. 'What a fucking bitch.' 

Liam let out a surprised laugh. 'Wow, don't hold back.' 

'But she is!' Riley cried, indignation flooding her face. 'You're a nice guy and from what you've told me, you did everything to keep her happy. You sent her grandma roses! Like, you are the ideal husband! But she gave that up to have dirty hotel room sex with her redneck cowboy ex boyfriend who she dated ten years ago!'

Liam sipped his scotch and shrugged. ‘Pretty much,’ he said. ‘Though he wasn’t a redneck-’

‘He slept with your fiancee, trust me, he is a redneck,’ Riley interrupted, her nose flaring. She shook her head. ‘What an asshole.’

Liam raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re quite opinionated, aren’t you?’

Riley sipped her drink and regarded Liam with a cool expression. They were the only ones left out of their colleagues; everyone else had gone home. But Liam and Riley had gotten more drinks and Riley had listened as Liam told her about his recent woes. 

‘What you see is what you get with me,’ Riley told him. ‘I don’t sugarcoat anything. I’m 100% honest. It scares some people..’

‘I think it’s refreshing,’ Liam assured her. ‘I like it.’

Riley’s cheeks turned pink as she cast her eyes down to study her glass. Liam smiled and gestured to the waitress for another two drinks. 

‘So you’ve heard my story,’ Liam said. ‘What’s yours?’

Riley squared her shoulders and looked at him straight on. ‘What do you want to know?’

‘Just tell me about you. Where you’re from, family, dating history, college?’

Riley rolled her eyes. ‘Okay, so I’m from Jersey-’

Liam winced. Riley laughed. ‘Oh, I know. I know. So yeah, I’m from Jersey.  I have two older brothers but we don’t speak anymore. Three ex boyfriends - I dumped them.  I attended Art School and graduated with distinction.’

Liam’s eyes widened. ‘Oh wow. So why are you working on Wall Street if you’re an artist?’

The waitress dropped off their two new drinks which Riley took gratefully. She took a long sip and smacked her cherry lips together. Liam’s eyes flicked to her bottom lip; he quickly looked away. 

‘Because the money is fucking good,’ she answered bluntly. ‘Why do you work on Wall Street?’

Liam blinked. A slow smile formed on his face and he chuckled. ‘Because the money is fucking good.’

Riley raised her glass and clinked it against Liam’s. ‘Let’s toast to money.’

‘To money,’ Liam said grandly. ‘Though it isn’t the be and end all.’

Riley rolled her eyes. ‘Fine. It’s not. But it does let us buy all the drinks we want and that is what matters.’

Liam laughed and tossed the scotch down his throat. Riley regarded him silently, her eyebrow quirking up; she looked quite mischievous. 

‘I have a guilty pleasure,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Do you promise not to judge me if I tell you it?’

Liam smiled. ‘Tell me.’

Riley drained the last of her scotch. ‘I love karaoke bars..’

Liam threw his head back as he laughed. ‘Oh god, you’re so not cool,’ he teased.

‘I know I’m not!’ Riley cried. ‘I never try to be. I love karaoke bars. Wanna come to one with me?’

‘I don’t sing-’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ Riley interrupted. ‘It’s fun.’

‘I can’t..’

Riley sighed. She looked at Liam with a steady stare, clearly not taking any of his excuses. ‘When was the last time you did something that was fun?’ she asked. ‘That was new? That forced you to just let go?’

Liam considered her question. He couldn’t remember. His life had been a conveyor belt of early mornings, late nights in the office and trying to make Camille happy.  

He sighed. ‘Fine. Let’s go to a karaoke bar..’

Riley stood up and dragged him to his feet. ‘No need to act like you’re heading for your execution,’ she quipped. ‘Come on, I know a place two blocks from here.’

Liam followed her out of the bar towards the karaoke bar that was lit up in neon.  As he listened to Riley talk incessantly,he felt like he was leaving behind a life of grey and was now entering a world of colour. 

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

Liam and Riley were now hammered on mojitos. They had hired a private room for an hour and Riley had squealed in excitement when she saw that there was a dressing up box for customers to rifle through. She threw a feather boa around Liam’s shoulders, telling him that he looked fabulous.

He watched her as she sang along to Total Eclipse of the Heart, badly. But she didn’t care. She belted out the ballad, closing her eyes and swaying, even raising her fist in the air like the diva she was. Liam had laughed and enjoyed watching her. He felt relaxed. He had even loosened his tie.

‘Okay, your go!’ Riley said, throwing herself down on the velvet booth next to him. ‘Entertain me!’

Liam groaned but he still stood up to look through the catalogue. He considered his options before throwing caution to the wind.

Riley’s eyes widened as she heard the opening bars. ‘Oh my god..’

Liam threw his shoulders back and adopted a haughty pose. He wrapped the feather boa around his neck and placed a bowler hat on his head, keeping his eyes to the floor as he waited for his line.

‘At first I was afraid, I was petrified...kept thinking I could never live without you by my side..’

Riley clapped her hands, laughing as she watched Liam start the song.

But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong and I learned how to get along.. FROM OUTER SPACE!’

Liam twirled on his foot, the feather boa flying around him as he started to strut drunkenly across the room, swinging his hips.

‘I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face, I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key..’

‘YEAH BABY!’ Riley shouted, pointing at him. ‘You tell her!’

Liam continued to sing. He became more extravagant as the song went on; he twirled; he spun; he pointed at Riley; he tossed his hat in the air and caught it. For some reason, he had abandoned his usual quiet persona and was now this ridiculous, camp performer. But he didn’t care. He was enjoying himself. He felt alive.

He looked at Riley, who was watching him in wonder, and gave her a wink. She blushed.

Liam grinned and continued to dance and sing, his voice growing in confidence and volume. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like he had unlocked the old Liam. The Liam who used to go out and have fun. The Liam who enjoyed life. The Liam before he became a Wall Street minion. The Liam before he got cheated on. The Liam before he met Camille.

He felt happy.

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

Drake opened his eyes. As his vision adjusted, he realised he was lying on the couch with Camille curled up against him. For a moment, he smiled, his heart flipped and he felt content. Until he realised that he had accidently fallen asleep and was in Camille’s grandmother’s house. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. 6am.

‘Shit!’ he hissed, bolting up. Camille jumped, her eyes opening as he disturbed her slumber. Yawning, she looked up and visibly reeled back when she saw that she had been sleeping beside him.

‘Drake!’

‘We fell asleep,’ Drake told her. ‘Fuck, I should go. It’s 6am..’

Camille jumped to her feet. Her dark hair was tousled and she had sleep in her eyes; she looked perfectly imperfect. Drake’s heart flipped again but he pushed it down as he stood up and arranged the cushions on the couch so Gisele wouldn’t have to tidy up after them. 

‘Sorry,’ Camille whispered. ‘I didn’t realise we had fallen asleep. Must have been the whiskey.’

Drake sighed. ‘It’s alright, my fault too. Heh. Anyway, I should go..’

Camille followed him silently out of the living room, wrapping her arms around her body. She unlocked the front door; the sun was beginning to rise, casting a golden glow. She smiled up at Drake. ‘Thank you for tending to the roses,’ she said. ‘I really appreciate it.’

Drake smiled bashfully. ‘Happy to help,’ he told her. He moved to leave the house but stopped short when he looked up at the morning sky. He cast a look back at Camille who was leaning against the threshold, looking slightly embarrassed. 

‘Do you want to watch the sunrise with me?’ he asked without thinking. ‘The lake will look gorgeous right now.’

Camille tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled down at the floor. ‘I’d like that,’ she murmured. ‘That sounds.. Perfect.’

Drake grinned and held out his hand for her to take. Camille took his hand, her hands soft and small in his, and together they wandered up the road towards the ranch. Drake smiled to himself as he kept repeating the mantra ‘baby steps’ in his mind. Baby steps. Baby steps. 

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

The water was glimmering gold. Camille let out a gasp as she took in the sunrise and how beautiful it was. She sat down on the jetty with Drake beside her and they watched the sun slowly come up, greeting the day. 

‘This is beautiful,’ Camille whispered. She cast a look at Drake and reached out to take his hand. ‘Thanks for inviting me to see it.’

Drake blushed. The sunrise had cast his face in a golden glow; his brown eyes changed colour in the light, turning green, which meant his eyes were always a surprise.  Camille loved Drake’s eyes. He was smiling as if he couldn’t believe his luck, the kind of smile that made the butterflies in Camille’s stomach start fluttering wildly, and a strand of his dark hair fell over his left eye, making him look shy and awkward. He looked like the boy she had known all those years ago. But when he turned to look at her, Camille could now see the man he had grown into and she couldn’t help but feel the butterflies flutter even more. 

‘I love watching the sunrise,’ he told her. ‘It’s peaceful. If you want.. We could do this again?’

Camille smiled. ‘I’d love that.’

Drake gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brought her in close to him; Camille inhaled his scent. He smelled of whiskey and the forest. He smelled like home. 

[gingrrfrog]

these nights (2) self insert vers.

pairing: na jaemin x female reader x lee jeno 

genre: smut, established relationship, mafia au 

word count: 5.3k 

warnings: mentioned gun violence, threesome, male receiving oral sex, swearing, dirty talking, polaroid photos taken during sex (I couldn’t find the actual name for this kink >:T), poly relationship (if for some reason that bothers some of you), squirting

summary: on a cold winter day, you snuggle close to the loves of your life--hours before they’re due for a job. 

masterlist :]

You winced at the sound of the sniper rifle going off again, watching as Jeno lifted his head from the scope, grinning at the newest version of the Sako TRG-42 rifle. From what you could tell, Jeno seemed to be extremely pleased with the results, judging by the way his eyes creased into half circles as he tossed the loaded gun in his hands.

You nearly tore you hair out. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve told Jeno not to do that.

Jaemin was close by, clapping his hand against Jeno’s shoulder as the two chatted with Renjun, a member from the Chinese branch that was in charge of weapon distribution. It seemed that Renjun was asking for feedback and Jeno was giving it to him animatedly, switching the Sako for a handgun, sleek, white, and light judging by the way Jeno again tossed it back and forth in his hands.

You whined out and dug your fingernails in your scalp, “Lee Jeno! Stop fucking tossing them around like that!” You scream from behind the enforced glass, making sure to glare at Jaemin as well for allowing this behavior.

Jeno jumped and looked up to give you another smile, followed by a pout once he saw your scowl. Jaemin blinked rapidly before taking the gun from Jeno, placing it on the table beside them as they continued to chat with Renjun—who gave an apologetic smile and a wave. As they continued to chat, Jeno turned away from the two and continued to shoot the white gun in hand, emptying the barrel before you heard his exclamations behind the glass. He grinned ear to ear and you began to wonder if Jeno loved guns more than you.

Jaemin was first to be finished with the conversation, giving Renjun a wave before stepping up the slick steps to sit next to you against the cold metal chairs. You give him a scrunch of your nose before he leans into kiss it, pulling you into his lap as you rest your head against his.

“Cold?”

“A little,” You hum, feeling much warmer now that he was close by. “Did Jeno enjoy himself?”

“You tell me,” Jaemin snorted. You both watched as Renjun exited as he gave the two of you another wave as he exits the scene while Jeno excitedly disassembles the guns and places them in his bag. He watches the two of you as he bounces up the steps, smiling at you brightly before he leans in to give you a kiss.

“Why do I feel you’re always happier when you get new guns than when I get a new dress?” You tease, laughing when Jeno’s smile turns.

“That’s not true. It’s just a hobby, just like how you get excited when you buy new paintbrushes.”

“Paintbrushes don’t kill people.”

“Neither do guns—“ Jaemin starts, looking up at Jeno with a grin as the latter takes your chin.

“I kill people.” Jeno coos, causing you to rolls your eyes and snap your chin out of his hold.

“You’re so fucking embarrassing—that’s such a cheesy line.”

“But it’s true!” They both add, jumping at the sound of a throat clearing.

The two boys’ backs straighten when they see Jaehyun appear before them. They greet him almost instantly, surprised that their boss bothered to visit them at the range when they were in charge of arranging meetings. You were even surprised, you can’t remember a time meeting Jaehyun outside of his home, but even then, you weren’t involved as Jaemin and Jeno were.

“I thought I would find you three here.”

“What brings the sudden visit?” Jaemin greets, a bit bolder than most would considering their shared mother gives Jaemin a pass at things many members wouldn’t have.

“Just needed a quick chat—I was in the area already anyway.”

“Did something happen?”

“Nothing…we can’t fix,” Jaehyun beams, flashing his dimples at his half-brother before glancing quickly over to you. “Just some details for clean up is all.”

“Me clean up or Jaemin clean up?” Jeno asked, eyes gleaming in excitement.

“This is up your alley, Jeno. Jaemin is a shit shot.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes and patted your thigh, “let’s wait for Jeno in the car before he gets hard.”

“Very funny. I’ll be there in a little bit,” Jeno reassures you, taking your hand before kissing you sweetly. “Jaemin owes us dinner because he missed the most targets.”

Jaehyun snorted as Jaemin rolled his eyes, ushering you out of the range and towards your car. On the way you made eye contact with Jaehyun’s fiancee, looking ever so glamorous as she read a big book of baby names and patted the growing bump on her belly. You waved and gave her a smile, to which she returned, so breathtakingly beautiful.

You figured as much. You couldn’t imagine Jaehyun settling for anything less with dimples like those. You hoped that if you ever got pregnant one day, you would look half as beautiful as she did. However, what with Jeno and Jaemin, you can imagine feeling more stressed than relieved. You shudder at the thought, causing Jaemin to hold you closer.

“Are you that cold?”

“No, I was just thinking.”

Jaemin opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get inside before he jogged to the drivers side, closing the door as he sighed at the warm air.

“Thinking about what?”

“Your brother’s fiancee.”

“Yeah what about her?”

“She’s really pretty, isn’t she?” You mused, not even sure if you were speaking aloud or not, “she like, glows. Her pregnant glow isn’t fair.”

“You’d glow too if all you did was be pampered by my brother.”

“Don’t be mean, Jaemin.”

“I’m not! She’s nice and pretty, but my brother is overly protective,” He sighs, lowering the car seat as he crosses his arms and closes his eyes. “He doesn’t let her lift a finger at home, it’s a wonder how he lets her go to work.”

“I wonder that too—isn’t a chef a lot of strain? She’s also pretty big.”

“She really does quality check. Her sous-chef does most of the work these days. But even then, hyung only lets her work three days out of the six.”

You chuckle and lean your head against the window, cold in comparison to the rest of your body.

“What now?”

“What if we have a baby?” You laugh loudly, “how funny would that be? Two idiot fathers and a dumb mom.”

Jaemin laughs lightly too, “Jeno would cry.”

“Jeno doesn’t cry,” You turn your head and poke Jaemin in the ribs, “/you/ on the other hand—“

“Who would you want to get your pregnant first?” Jaemin asked eagerly, his eyes shooting open and lifting his chair.

You blinked and slapped his shoulders, “have you thought about this before?”

“Yes. I want it to be me.”

You scrunch your nose, “you were kind of ugly as a baby. Jeno was a little cuter.”

Jaemin’s mouth drops and he sulks almost instantly, turning on his side away from you. You cackle as you pull on his shoulder, trying desperately to admit that you were joking (even if there was some truth to the statement).

Before Jaemin could fully forgive you, Jeno appeared in front of the car, looking as eager as he always did before he slipped on an ice patch, hearing a thud and a groan coming from outside.

Jaemin snapped his neck to look at you, “you want those braincells in our child? Is that the child you want?”

“You and Jeno share one braincell and it’s the one I gave you, now move.” You grin, opening the door and pushing Jaemin out the door.

Jaemin huffs out dramatically as he exits the car and picks Jeno up onto his feet. Jeno gets into the driver’s side and grabs you for yet another kiss, “Dinner time?”

You snorted before pulling away, “I never see you this happy when I wear a new dress—I swear by it.”

“Because I’m more excited by what’s under it.”

You roll your eyes before Jeno playfully bites at your cheek. You glanced at Jaemin at the backseat who winks at you. As annoying as Jeno and Jaemin were together, you still couldn’t ignore how they made your heart pound time and time again.

The drive home was a quiet one. Jaemin hummed along to the radio in the backseat while he scrolled down his phone, presumably checking emails while Jeno’s fingertips tapped the beat against your knee, every so often giving a reassuring squeeze anytime you sighed, a silent indicator to not worry, you were almost home. The original planned consisted of going out to eat for dinner but the weather had different plans as the white sky turned a bleak grey, leaning more towards a grey brown hue than anything else. A team decision was then made to order take out, opting to stay home instead in order to avoid the snow seeing that Jeno has to leave early in the morning tomorrow. The last thing he wanted to worry about was his car getting stuck.

You sat on Jeno’s lap as Jaemin ordered food from the other room. The snow began to cascade just then, lighter than you originally thought considering the news forecast this morning, but the wind looked menacing as it pushed snowflakes into the other on occasion. You cuddled closer to Jeno when a slight draft squeezed its way into the window, just barely caressing the skin on your arm enough to leave bumps in its wake.

Jeno pressed his lips against your hair as he rubbed your arm slightly, using the same hand to tuck stray strands of hair away from your face. You sigh and lean against his palm, looking up and watching as his eyes scanned from your forehead to your chin, the left corner of his lip lifting ever so slightly.

“Cold?”

You smile and shake you head in response, “not when you’re here.”

Jeno chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss, deeper than other ones you’ve shared today as his warm hands frame your face, pulling you closer as your breath fans his face in unsteady waves. Your heart presses against your ribcage, threatening to burst with adoration as Jeno’s hands move from your face to your waist, fingers just gently brushing against the exposed skin that laid there—imitating the brisk December air as his fingertips, too, left goosebumps with every stroke.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“I love you more,” you reply sweetly, pulling away just slightly to glance in his eyes to later look at his swollen bottom lip.

You had met Jeno when he was only 18—a gangly street kid who knew his way around guns and who was always riding his illegal temp car around the block. He convinced you to go on a date with him after he joined you for a walk when you were feeling the weight of university crushing onto you. You met Jaemin little afterwards, being introduced to you as Jeno’s best friend and right hand man. The two were inseparable and remain to be as the two ultimately fell in love with you, and you with them. Even now, four years later and at 23 years old, you couldn’t imagine a life without them, and you refused to as the two of them gave you everything you could ever want and more, with endless amounts of love and trust, you were one of the few that was blessed with two soulmates.

You were pulled out of your reverie as Jeno connected your lips together again, this time pressing you against the couch and giggling as his teeth made small marks around your neck. Beaming up at the other, you pulled Jeno closer into another intimate kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips as you feel his thumbs fidgeting with the band of your jeans.

“I got pizza and chicken, both should be here in a little considering the snow—what the fuck?”

You chuckle as you watch Jeno roll his eyes and pull away, sitting up on the couch on as he pulls you up with him. Jaemin blinked and sat on the chair on the opposite side of the couch, crossing his arms and very visibly pouting as he turned on the tv.

“No, don’t let me interrupt you. Continue what you were doing. I’ll be here catching up on the newest episode of I Live Alone, maybe I can ask them to host me next.”

“You’re such a fucking baby, come here,” You huff, leaning over and pulling Jaemin to the couch and connecting you lips with his next. Jeno liked to lead whenever the two of you kissed, but when it came to Jaemin, he liked to be guided—not only in kissing but in the moments afterwards as well. He wanted to know where to touch, how long and how hard.

“Jeno was just keeping me warm that’s all, we were just waiting for you,” you whisper, pressing your lips against the space between his chin and ear. “We always wait for you, Jaem.”

“In fact,” Jeno starts, “I’ll give you the honors of starting.”

Jeno pulls you against his chest, his hands taking yours as he holds them tightly behind your back. Your eyes widen as you look behind at Jeno, your eyes furrowing together as he gives you a playful peck at the nose. Jaemin grins then as he sits on his knees to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your knees as you are left in your underwear, pressing your knees together in an attempt to save whatever decency you had left. But your plans were fruitless as Jeno hooked his legs around yours, leaving you no choice but to expose yourself to the other man in front of you.

“Fuck, Jeno, I knew your obsessive gym habit would pay off,” Jaemin grinned, watching as you huffed and tried to move your arms.

“Maybe next time you’ll go with me.”

“I’ll definitely think about it.”

You rolls your eyes and rested your head against Jeno’s strong chest. You were beginning to think they planned this.

Jaemin carefully pushed your underwear to the side with a single finger, watching your pussy clench around the cold air.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, “I’ll never get tired of this.”

“Take a fucking picture of it, why don’t you?” You snip, aggravated that Jaemin takes his time today of all days.

“That’s a great idea,” Jeno grins. “Jaem, go get the camera.”

Jaemin shared his smile as he ran to the bedroom, quickly grabbing the pink instant camera along with other items as you writhed in Jeno’s arms. The pink instant camera was responsible for many lewd photos, polaroid pictures of you with Jeno’s cock in your mouth and Jaemin’s cock in your pussy, photos of you fucked out at full of cum, creampies, and any other disgusting photo you allowed them to take. You got a kick out of it too, but you’d never let them know. To your knowledge, Jeno still had a picture of you tied up with cum dripping out of you in his wallet, while Jaemin had one where your shirt was pushed up to your neck, tits in show as you drunkly had written *PROPERTY OF NA JAEMIN* on them.

One day you were going to fucking kill them both.

“Make sure you get her wet enough, Jaeminie,” Jeno mumbled, more for you as he kissed your earlobe. “I want the flash to catch how wet her pussy is for us.”

You whine out as Jaemin pressed his finger inside without warning, taking out and using your wet to spread it across your clit. You groan as Jaemin takes your clit in between his thumb and index finger, squeezing just hard enough to make your knees shake. You hear the camera go off and you watched as Jaemin sighs happily, tossing the photo to the side as he relocates his fingers to your mouth, pressing them against your tongue,

“Suck for the camera, baby,” Jaemin all but cooed as you followed your order, hallowing your cheeks around the slim finger as the flash went off again and another white piece of film was discarded on the table.

“Jaemin,” you cry. Jaemin’s eyes flashed with faux concern as he removed his finger from your mouth and cupped your face.

“Yes, baby? What’s wrong, angel?”

“More.”

“More? More what, Angel? Photos?”

You shook your head as you did your best to press against Jeno’s erection, the same one that was pressed against your back.

“I want more of you—of you and Jeno.”

Jaemin hummed and tucked your hair behind your ear, much like Jeno earlier as he looked at said man. “What do you think, Jen?”

Jeno smiled softly, “whatever angel wants,”

“Angel gets.” Jaemin sighed, “Jeno has you so spoiled, baby.”

You couldn’t help but to smile helplessly as Jeno released your arms. You notice the red marks and couldn’t help but to worry for the bruises tomorrow—but you were immediately distracted by the fact that Jeno was already removing your sweater and bra while Jaemin finally pulled your underwear off.

“Who do you want where, baby?” Jeno breathes.

“I want Jaem in my mouth,” you breathe as pressed his lips against yours. “I want you in my pussy.”

“Fuck, baby—“

“No foreplay.” You warned, glaring at them both. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jaemin groaned as he pulled your head towards him, lips smacking against each other as you messed with his pants, finally releasing him from the restraints of his underwear as Jaemin pulled away with a breathtaking smile.

“Go on then,” Jaemin’s fingers threaded in your hair as your head leaned towards his twitching length. Just then, Jeno had shoved himself inside of you, a bit rougher than usual as your head bumped into Jaemin’s stomach without warning.

“Fuck, Jen, she hasn’t even started yet.” Jaemin glared.

Jeno followed Jaemin’s glare with smile as he thrusted in you time and time again. Thank God or whoever was listening that Jeno took order so obediently.

You took Jaemin’s cock in your mouth shortly after, moving your head up and down until you halted, taking Jaemin’s hands as a sign to take the pace into to his own. You watched as he groaned and tossed his head back to expose his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing every time you swallowed or gagged on his dick. Jeno changed his angle just slightly and he was hitting the spot you loved in seconds, crying and grunting against Jaemin’s cock as tears spilled over your cheeks, the vibrations from your moans only making Jaemin more sensitive as he threatened to cum down your throat.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck me,” Jaemin moaned, your name falling from his lips like a mantra, “so fucking hot-- so fucking tight, gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your slutty throat.”

You looked up at Jaemin, giving him silent permission as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips stuttering as you sucked him dry, not letting a drop of cum go to waste as he cock spewed cum. Jaemin all but whined your name as you sucked at the tip of his sensitive head, breathing heavily as he pried your head off his cock. Your head rested on Jaemin thigh as Jeno continued to fuck your relentlessly, sloppy noises coming from your pussy as you squeeze Jeno tighter and tighter.

Now that Jaemin was out of your mouth, your moans came louder and louder as you neared your orgasm. Jaemin brushed your sweaty hair to the side as he took your phone out, pressing record as he focused on your face.

“How’s Jeno’s cock baby? Tell the camera.”

You gave a glare at Jaemin through the camera, knowing that he knew your voice was too hoarse to respond. He grinned from the other side and opted to focus on your hole instead, lewd squelching sounds coming from the other end as Jeno fucked you as if his life depended on it.

“Angel, your pretty little pussy is so close, isn’t it?” Jaemin cooed, zooming into your face and you gripped his free hand and chanted Jeno’s name. Jaemin grabbed your clit in between his fingers like he did early, pulling at it as your eyes glazed over, huffing nonsensical words as you felt pressure building in your abdomen.

“So fucking pretty.” Jaemin sighed, pulling at a nipple before slapping it, “so fucking angelic. That’s why you’re our angel, right baby?”

You nodded and moaned for Jeno again, panic rising in your throat as you felt a familiar gush tease at your clit.

“Jeno, pull out, pull out,” You rasped. You barely made it on time before you spray against Jeno’s cock, listening to his curses as he eagerly jacks his cock against your squirting pussy.

“Fuck, gonna squirt all over my cock? My cock fucks you so good, doesn’t it baby? Doesn’t it make you feel good?”

You cried out as another gush pushes out and onto Jeno’s shirt, staining that and his pants underneath with nothing but your squirt. You lay a writhing, twitching mess on the couch, full of cum and other fluids as the poor couch only soaks up what you couldn’t. Jaemin sighs another curse as he leans in to kiss you shortly before Jeno kisses your belly button.

“I love you, baby.” Jaemin beams.

“I love you, Jaem.”

“I love you, angel.”

You thread your fingers through Jeno’s hair, “I love you, Jen.”

“But who do you love more?” Jaemin asked, jokingly as he knew more than Jeno that you have an equal amount of love.

Continuing with the joke, you pull Jaemin’s arm weakly, “whoever cleans me and this mess up first.”

The answer is interrupted by a knock at the door. Jaemin gets up quickly and shoves himself back in his pants before walking towards the door,  “She can love you more today, Jeno.”

Jeno sighs and looks at you with a smile, “looks like today is my lucky day.”

You smile, “my knight in shining armor.”

“Yeah well,” Jeno gets up swiftly and lifts your up effortlessly, walking towards your shared bathroom as he prepares you a bath. “I’d walk through flames for you. Seven deserts and three tundras just to hear you laugh.”

You smiled as Jeno lowered you in the warm bath. “You’re such a romantic.”

“I know,” Jeno grins, taking the sponge and running it between your legs, “I’m sure Jaemin would do the same. It would only take him longer because he’s lazy. Not to mention, he’s not as poetic as I am.”

Jaemin entered the bathroom then, a tv stand in hands as he sets it on top of the bathtub corners.  He placed a kiss on top your forehead before he sat on the ledge, using chopsticks to help you eat.

“What was Jaehyun talking to you about earlier, Jeno?” You ask, chewing as you tilted your head to the side.

“Just a job for me tomorrow morning,” Jeno looked up at Jaemin. “Hyung said he would text you, did he?”

Jaemin nodded and took pizza in his own mouth, “He did. You’ve got to be there by five.”

Jeno sighed and scratched the back of his head, “it’s a clean up job, if that tells you anything. But five? That means I have to go to bed now.”

“You can go ahead, baby,” you caresses the side of his head, “I probably won’t be awake too long after dinner.”

“I’ll eat with you all for a minute, but I should shower after you take a bath,” Jeno sighed, falling on his back and rubbing his face. “It’s so /cold/ out, I don’t want to go.”

Jaemin kicked Jeno’s side, “you’re going to be packed up tomorrow anyway. You’re probably going to be warmer than usual.”

Jeno grabbed Jaemin’s foot, shoving it to the side before sitting up again, “I guess. I’m going to start packing, I guess. Are you coming?”

Jaemin shook his head, “not with you, no. But I’ll be with Jaehyun hyung watching everything over.”

Jeno grimaced, “lucky you. You get to stay in the warmth of his massive house.”

Jaemin stuck out his tongue before continue to feed you. You watched as Jeno stood up on his feet to kiss you on the crown of your head, “I’m going to take a shower in the other bath. I’ll see you in bed.”

You couldn’t help but be the tiniest bit of upset at the lack of time together—but it was always like this and you couldn’t be mad at him about it now. Instead, you tilt your head back and jut your bottom lip out where Jeno eagerly takes the invitation to kiss you softly.

“I love you, wake me up before you leave tomorrow, okay?”

“Of course baby, get some rest.” Jeno pressed another kiss to your lips before turning to on his heel, only to turn around when he heard Jaemin clear his throat.

“Where’s mine?”

You giggled as you watch Jeno roll his eyes and grab Jaemin’s face with his hands, “you’re so fucking annoying.”

After a chaste kiss, Jeno leaves the room and you’re left alone with Jaemin who moves the food to the side and continues to wash you up before he continues to drain the tub. Wrapped in a warm towel, you move to the bed, shuffling under the bed sheets and watching as Jaemin began to search for pajamas.

“Don’t get in the bed naked you’re going to get cold and then sick,” Jaemin scolded, pulling your arm in attempts to get you out of the bed sheets—but you’ve already decided that you’re not moving an inch.

“I don’t want to, I just want to go to sleep,” You whine, pulling Jaemin closer until he’s sitting next to you. “Let’s just go to sleep, hm?”

“Not yet. I’m going to go get washed up—you better have some clothes on by then.”

“And if I don’t?”

Jaemin squinted and took your face in his hands, squeezing enough to make you laugh, “Jeno says I’m annoying but I think you take the cake.”

“Jeno thinks I’m an angel.”

“Jeno has you spoiled, there’s a difference.”

You stick you tongue out to which Jaemin grins and flicks your nose, “I’ll be back, baby. Get dressed please.”

You scrunch your nose as you agree halfheartedly, scrolling through your phone as you hear the shower turn on in your bathroom and the other turn off. You hear foot steps padding towards you and greet Jeno with a smile, to which he returns with a towel hastily drying his hair.

“Do you not have any clothes on?”

“No. I like it this way, it’s comfortable.”

Jeno shrugs and pulls off his towel to join you, smiling at your warmth before he kisses your shoulder, “I like being comfortable too, actually.”

You laugh and turn to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pressing several kisses on his neck as he holds you tighter, “Jaemin is going to get mad. He’s going to say that you’re spoiling me.”

“But that’s what I do, I love to spoil you,” Jeno hums, running his hands over your arm. “On the other hand, it is cold, angel. Wear a sweater at least.”

You sigh, “but then I’m going to be sweaty when I wake up and then I’ll really get sick.”

Jeno’s eyes creased into little crescent moons before he presses kisses all over your face, “please, just spare me from Jaemin’s future nagging.”

You snorted and pull away from Jeno’s embrace and head for the closet, pulling out a sweater shirt that you’d never seen before and yanking it over your head before returning to bed and into Jeno’s arms. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and smiled, “good girl.”

Jaemin entered the room shortly after, throwing the towel to the side already dressed in his pajamas, and checking to see if you had any clothes on, smiling when he saw that you had put a sweatshirt on.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You scrunched your nose as Jaemin kisses your forehead, only to look under the sheets and sigh. “I meant pants too.”

“Please let me go to sleep.”

“Fine, fine,” Jaemin sighed, laying down and pulling the blanket over his chin.

The lights were turned off seconds afterwards, Jaemin opted to scroll through his phone a bit longer while Jeno’s eyes seemed to close just then. You curled next to Jeno this time around, seeing that Jaemin started a game and wasn’t particularly good at cuddling when he was tense. Jeno wrapped his arms around you and just like that, the two of you fell asleep.

At around four thirty, you woke up to the other side of the bed shuffling. You were curled to Jaemin’s side now, said man refusing to wake up as you watched Jeno’s naked silhouette walk in the dark.

You watched as he got dressed, pulling on underwear and pants first, and watching him dig deep into the closet where a hidden compartment hid. You watched him type each number, 76842, the passcode to Jeno’s hidden arsenal that he gave you should you ever be in the need to protect yourself.

After pulling on a t-shirt, he pulled on his vest, making sure it was sound and heavy against his chest before he continued to layer after grabbing the duffel bag you only assumed he packed the night before.

You sit up quietly, careful enough to make sure you didn’t wake up Jaemin as Jeno turned his head. Even in the darkness you swore you could see his smile. He walked over towards you to kiss you good morning as your blinked your eyes groggily.

“I’m going to on my way out, okay? I’ll be back in two days.”

“Be safe please,” you whisper, squeezing his arm. “I love you so much. Come back to me in one piece.”

“I’ll be okay, angel. I always am.” Jeno placed his duffel bag on the floor before pulling you in for a kiss, “I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll call you before I come home. Try not to kill Jaem while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” you smiled, listening to Jeno’s soft laughter.

“I love you. I’ll be back Tuesday.”

Your stomach churned in unease, “okay.”

Jeno was quiet for a moment before he sat down completely, “are…you going to cry?”

You nod as you wrap you arms around his neck, surprising Jeno as this had been the first time you showed fear before he left. “Just be careful, okay? Renjun never comes for a simple visit and Jaehyun coming to find you never means anything good so please, please, be careful, okay?”

Jeno pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, holding your head as he brushes tears away, “you have nothing to worry about. I promise. I know, things seems suspiciously tense, but Jaehyun isn’t going to let anything happen to me and Jaemin will be there too, and you know he won’t let anything happen either.”

You continue to wipe tears from your face as Jeno pulled you closer, “I need you to trust me. If I don’t come home to you, you can bring me back to life and kill me yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? After everything I said you only give me an okay to murdering me yourself?”

You gave a small laugh, but it was enough to make Jeno feel comfortable with leaving.

“I’ll call you tonight.”

“You just said tomorrow.”

“Well, I lied, so,” Jeno grinned, kissing you once more. “I really have to go, angel. I don’t want to be late.”

“Okay. I love you. Be safe.”

“I love you more, angel.”

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"So, Lady Kasai, how was your experience at the meeting?" Hashirama inquired, leaning over the desk with a bright, welcoming smile on his face. Kasai stood in front of him, a content expression on her face as the sun beamed on her from the windows behind the desk, feeling at ease with his polite and chivalrous presence.

"I was delighted to meet the Ladies of the Village, and they were very hospitable, considering I was a new member of the comittee. They were very nice to me." She answered with the most radiant smile. The amount of kidness from people that flooded her these past couple of days- now that she was officially Madara Uchiha's fiancee- has been so overwhelming it has left her in a state of euphoria. Wherever she were, her dimples did not leave her face as people greeted her as a Lady. Well, not yet- she wasn't yet married to Madara. But considering her reputation as a beautiful and compassionate soul who helped the needy and fed the orphans, people respected her.

The Ladies of the Village held a comittee whenever there was a project going on. These Ladies were wives to the head of a clan residing in Konoha, and had made a considerable amount of influence in the village. It was they who planned charities for the low-incomed as well as handling the bazaar businesses and festivites. Now, Kasai would be a part of these powerful women.

"I'm so happy to hear that!" Hashirama clapped his hands together, "I am very joyous that you have found your respectable position in the village to propose and decide. Thank you, Kasai."

Kasai thanked him back cheerfully as he dismissed her to go about her day. As she closed the door behind her to his office, her eyes caught the glimpse of a shadow lurking in the hallway, walking with heavy steps. It didn't take much to gather that the person wearing the blue-colored armor was Tobirama Senju facing his back to her. His presence frightened her- not that she was scared of him, but she was aware of what he was capable of. He killed her lover's brother, and nearly killed her lover too. Not only that, but he hindered him from becoming Hokage as well. What was she to make of him? Foe? Ally? The urge to find out was at the tip of her tongue.

"Tobirama." She called for him. Before she could realize what she was doing, the tall silver-haired man turned around to look for the caller of his name, only to find the young Uchiha staring back at him. There he was with his apathetic face, red markings painted on it.  She was shocked that he actually heard her, and lowered her eyes nervously.

Tobirama barely knew Kasai. They had crossed path before, but only to greet each other in the coldest way possible. He knew she was an associate of Madara, so he avoided her as much as possible. He received enough icy glares from him whenever she was around the Senju, so Tobirama understood the signal. "Yes?"

He slowly strode towards her, mounting over her tiny figure. Her eyes looked up at his red ones, collecting herself as to appear more composed and unruffled, but also welcoming and cordial to proclaim peace between them. "Thank you for responding to my call, despite of what you may think of me... or my clan."

Tobirama raised his eyebrow questionably, but then sighed as he crossed his arms, "I do not have anything against you or your clan, only the deviants and the schemers."

"I will acknowledge the deviated in my clan, but deviation exist in every clan, Tobirama. Even in yours. Mine is nothing in particular." Kasai retorted.

Tobirama looked down as he sighed, "I do not have the time nor the energy to discuss politics with you, Miss Kasai. I understand your affiliation with Madara Uchiha restricts you from talking to me. So of what business do you want me for?"

Her eyes sharpened, "You are the killer of my fiance's brother, and the wall that blocked him from power. You tell me, Tobirama. What should I consider you as? You have done me no harm. Can I trust you?"

Tobirama's stoic and aloof expression remained plastered on his face, but a hint of curiosity was there in his gestures as he pondered over her question. She was bold, and could have the same possible motives as Madara, but he knew of her reputation by Hashirama and Mito's testimony of her. She was a respected woman who respected the village back. He had to admit it; she was safe from all doubts that he held against her clan.

"If you don't show me a reason for me to think that you are a deviant and a degenerate, then there will be no reason for me to reach a conclusion. You are safe as long as your loyalty belongs to the village."

Kasai smiled. The answer was satisfactory. Had she not encountered Tobirama today, she might have felt the doubts fretting on her every time they would have crossed paths. Now that they had settled the status of their relationship, she wouldn't have to worry anymore. "Thank you."

However, in the shadows drifted two dark eyes that consumed anger and wrath at what they were seeing. They watched on with detest, loathing the presence of the silver-haired Senju. They've had enough.

"Kasai!" The two turned their heads towards the man in front of them, revealing himself to be Madara Uchiha. Kasai looked nervous as she watched the two men glaring swords at each other, as if exchanging unspoken words about the rules that were just broken. Madara looked visibly enraged that he had dared breathe in the same direction as his woman. "Come here."

Not wanting to come inbetween the couple's disagreement that would start because of his intrusion, and also to avoid his enemy in front of him, Tobirama took his chance, "I have work to do." He muttered as he left for his office, leaving Kasai with her infuriated lover that gave her the same agonizing glare.

All of a sudden, Madara pulled her by her arm as he marched toward his own office. The grip on her arm was so tight, her blood stopped circulating there. He was so angry it terrified her. He stormed inside his office and pulled her into it, making her look into his raging eyes, "Haven't I warned you a million times to never speak to Tobirama, ever?!" He yelled, making her jump.

"I-I... W-We were just talking-"

"You are not allowed to talk to him! He is dangerous and unpredictable. I have made it clear to you that he is a red zone and that you should stay away from him! Have I not?!"

"Yes, you have, but..." she trailed off, fidgeting for a justifiable reason for her disobedience. A big part of her blamed herself for not even following a simple rule that he had laid out for her. She felt like she had offended him to a high degree, but another part of her wanted to defend herself. They only spoke briefly, and he hadn't shown any reason for her not to be letting her guard down. "He didn't do anything! He was respectful and didn't show any sign of danger!"

"Still! Tobirama is my enemy. He killed Izuna, and has stood in my way several times! I don't want you anywhere near him. This is the last time I see you with him again, understood?!" Madara pointed his finger in her face as he commanding her. Kasai felt too meek, too timid in front of her love. She wanted to please him and stand by his side instead of associating with his enemies, but his animosity towards Tobirama was out of her character. Traits that did not belong to her nature. She was friendly with everyone and discriminated no one.

Kasai pouted as she crossed her arms and looked away from him, her arm still thumping from his tight grip before, "Fine. Whatever you say. I won't ever speak to him, and I apologize." She sniffled.

Madara, realizing that he sounded too harsh, sighed as he held her arms from behind, "I don't mean to scold you or admonish you in any way. But I can't stand that man, and you know that. You know what he have done. And I can't trust him with you, never!" He said, his tone a bit softened.

Kasai turned around, looking up at him with gentle eyes, laying a hand on his cheek, "And I understand you. But Madara, please, don't try and create future difficulties. If the situation requires me to face Tobirama in peaceful events, promise me you won't stand in my way."

Madara looked down on his lover, gritting his teeth. What a propostion. How could he let something like that happen? Kasai is the only thing he has left in this life, to risk that precious thing being in danger would be calamitous for him. He painfully contemplated on the subject, but his clenched jaw already revealed an answer, "I will have to think about it." He said as he looked away.

Kasai sighed, laying her hands on his chest, "As you wish. Just don't be angry, please." She pleaded, coming closer to him to feel his warmth around her. Madara looked down on her once again, and enclosed his arms around her little frame to give her reassurement and comfort. How could he stay angry at her? She was like a soft silk pillow that rubbed your head to dizziness and made you fall in the most pleasant slumber, dreaming of the smooth touch and seduction of the eyes. All of that belonged to him. And he would protect this blessing no matter what, even from his own self.

...

[edgeofmyniall]

twelve.

catch up here

Somehow in the midst of Officer Fuckface questioning him, the one person Niall did not want to see was standing in the bar as he hugged his mourning fiancee. His blue eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting and Richard gave Niall a quick smile. All but ignoring the person standing in the open room, Niall walked to the backside of the bar and poured himself a strong drink- double whiskey on the rocks. He sat there, letting the silence invade the room before Kennedy sniffled and broke the stillness that Niall yearned for.

“What was that about?” Kennedy spoke, his voice cracking from the meltdown she had earlier.

“Nothing.” Niall took a long sip of his depressant. The brown liquid burned his throat and made his stomach warm. The cold rim of the glass touched his hot skin as he raised the drink to his forehead. Even though with the cooler air and fog making its appearance, the drink began to condensate almost immediately at the touch of his anger.

“You okay?” Richard asked, his hand clasped the shoulder of the drinker. He sat down and smiled understandingly. He was wearing a white t-shirt under a tan leather jacket and ripped jeans. He smells of expensive cologne and bourbon. Niall continues to stare at the dark wooden bar, trying to collect his thoughts and hoping his anger bides down.

“Yeah,” Niall cuts shortly. Richard is the last person that Niall wants to speak to, let alone be here. He still wants to be wrapped in Kennedy’s arms as she cries softly into his chest. “I’m not good with being accused as the killer,” Richard laughs and reaches over the bar and takes a bottle of scotch to only grab enough cups for everyone with his fingers. “Think we all need this.”

Niall had lost count of how many drinks he had shared with Richard, but he knew two things:

One) the bottle of scotch was nearly full when Richard pulled it off the bottom counter of the bar, but now, in the dimness of the night rolling in, after the cops had taken their leave, the bottle stood empty.

Two) Kennedy, drunk and overcome with sadness, was still the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on. He couldn’t stop staring at her waves which now had fallen around her face. Her cheeks, rosy from the devil’s drink, were flushed with secrets and eagerness. They thought it best that the bar stayed closed for the evening, and even if they were to take a negative income that day, it would be worth getting to know each other again. Time and conflict of schedules had torn people apart. Not enough time was spent laughing and smiling with in the group than it had been in the hours that the party of four had been together.

“Do you miss...it?” Kennedy asked during a hiccup. She covered her mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl. Despite the fact that she hated being around people, she was very much enjoying the company of her brother, fiancé, and her new friend.

“Miss what?” Niall asked as he leaned in closer to Kennedy who sat beside them. Both Lincoln and Richard were playing pool near the wooden stage.

“Ireland?” Kennedy looked up at Niall’s light blue eyes and expected them to sparkle, but whether it be from the alcohol or hunger for more, his eyes were almost black.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s been a while, but I still call it home. When I was in New York, I used to plan on running away and go back to Scotland, but my mam, she stopped me every time.” Niall smiled as he watched the memory play out in his head.

“How?” Kennedy asked, now scooting closer to Niall as the story became more exciting for her.

“Well, Ken, I don’t know if you know this or not, but you kinda hafta have money to leave. And I never did. I would go to my mom and ask if I could “borrow” money that was whatever the airlines condemned me for my passage back. She knew what I was doing, she always did,” Kennedy yawned as she leaned her head on Niall’s shoulder and suddenly he was sober again. The slightest touch of Kennedy made his heart race. He felt his throat close up as if there was some kind of allergic reaction from just being around her.

“I bet it's beautiful there. The pictures I see of Dublin are always so mesmerizing.”

“Not as mesmerizing as you.”

Kennedy sat back up and searched Niall’s face as the look of terror came about him. He had let it slip. This wasn’t some movie that Niall would get the girl, she was taken and there would be consequences to what he let fumble out of his mouth.

“Niall… I’m…”

“I know, I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m engaged, and…”

“Listen, I know, and you don’t know me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll go about my business and as soon as my bike is fixed, I'll leave,” Niall let his practiced speech fall out of his mouth, and the words wash over Kennedy.

“It’s not that. I’m sorry too,” Kennedy gently placed her hand on Niall's warm skin and kissed his cheek with such grace that felt as if a feather touched his skin instead of Kennedy's lips. “Never mind,” the whispered words hit like bricks being thrown, and for some reason, this girl he barely knew crushed his heart. She staggered along the wall and half laughed at her current situation: half drunk and the walls of affection closing in on her. She needed to get out.

The blue and red lights were still reflecting from the outside. The sun had fallen and Kennedy knew that now would be the best time to visit her work.

“Where do you think you’re going, miss?” Licoln eyed his sister as she was apparent in straightening up herself. “You can’t fool me. I work in a bar, for Christ’s sake. You’re drunk.”

“I am….I’m not,” Kennedy’s words staggered as she forgot her place. She saw the growing number of Lincolns, Richards, and Nialls in the room. “I’m going to work. The Gazette...Herald needs me!” Kennedy pleaded as she tripped over the laces of her untied shoe. She landed on her back and began to have a giggling fit. She cupped her face as she snorted.

“What you need babe,” Richard’s cool voice rang through Kennedy’s ears and she smiled as Richard took the drunken hands away from Kennedy’s face. “Is to go home. Let me take you.”

“BABE,” Kennedy yelled; her voice grew louder as each minute passed. “I’m fine. Really. But I do want you to ravage my body with your-”

“Alright, c’mon you idiot,” Richard laughed as his hands cupped both of Kennedy’s legs and neck lifting her up bridal style. He grunted doing so and nodded to the door. Lincoln followed the unspoken request and held the door open as Richard carried his lover outside. Niall followed them outside, hoping to retrieve fresh air from his stifling encounter.

“Scarlett Killer? That’s the name we’re usin’?' the pale face of the policeman was almost a reflector of the vehicle lights. “Stupidest shit I’ve ever heard. Might as well bury ourselves in our own graves. We’re never going to find this fucker.”

Kennedy smiled as she lifted her head up.

“Call him the ‘Red Writer’. Trust me, sounds more mysterious.” Kennedy giggled and clapped like a child. She was so proud of herself for coming up with a name that Niall half smiled at the ground when he noticed something amongst the gravel. It was silver, shiny, in the mix with the matte rocks that lined the parking area of the bar. He picked up the small metal piece and under the dim lights of the bar protruding out of the windows, it was in fact a slider from a zipper.

[plainlylaney]

laney was pretty sure the last time she’d had a moment of peace was the night before, nestled in jackson’s bed. ever since she’d slipped back to her house half an hour before sunrise, she’d been subjected to party preparations and instructions to keep the dog from getting underfoot and to stay away from the doors, as they were constantly opening and closing as caterers and assistants and friends came in and out with decorations and food and liquor. and once everything was neatly draped and hung and centered, laney and her mom and liam’s girlfriend--well, fiancee--were spray-tanned and manicured and expertly-styled and made up and could easily pass for vintage hollywood actresses by the time they parted to dress. laney intentionally took her time, discouraged by the chatter of early arrivals, sabrina’s family gushing over her marilyn monroe-esque red dress and employees from the distillery coaxing pre-party drinks out of her parents. she meandered behind her closed bedroom door in her underwear as long as she could stand, peering just slightly around the curtains of her window to see if she could glimpse jackson getting ready too, but afraid of actually seeing him looking back and knowing he made her more nervous than she’d ever let on. 

she finally dressed as the party-goers’ conversation was drowned out by the tinklings of the pianist on their baby grand, and spent a few extra moments admiring the smoothness of the satin before she added some vintage drop earrings and a diamond bracelet she’d gotten when she turned eighteen and then barely ever worn again, on account of never going anywhere that such a bracelet wouldn’t be endangered. her hair was in victory waves, her brows made sharper, cheeks artificially-peach, and lips lined just so to accentuate the cupid’s bow of her lips. compared to sabrina’s approachable attention-grabbing get-up and her mother’s classic look, laney would appear exactly as dark and severe as she’d need. which was good, because she’d exited her bedroom in the same moment a swarm of liam’s friends entered from the balcony, all the same tanned too-rich-to-care-about-college types, hair slicked back to go with the theme and cheering too loudly for an upscale engagement party. most of which she’d at least kissed if not at most entertained a months-long fling with. she was absorbed into side conversations here and there, her parents’ employees thinking that being nice to her was gonna get them further ahead and extended family who knew she had a disease and look at her too pitifully for her liking. her brother, already formidably intoxicated, pulled her all the way downstairs to his bedroom because the bowtie she’d bought him was apparently too bright to match sabrina’s dress and “girls understand colors better”. after she’d located a darker red bowtie in his closet and tied it for him, he passed her his mint julep as thanks, which she downed and handed back.  

as soon as she had a moment to herself, she went searching for ziggy. her parents thought it most polite to keep the dog locked away during any social events and laney thought it was cruel, especially since all he ever wanted was just to make friends, and had a habit of releasing him mid-party when her parents wouldn’t care enough to put him back. thankfully he was not locked away in the laundry room, but allowed to stay on the balcony right outside the party, alternating between sniffing each new guest with interest and curling up on a chaise to chew on his new pork-chop bone courtesy of the catering. a nice attempt to meet laney’s pleas halfway, laney begrudgingly thought. she scratched behind his ears delicately and tied her brother’s discarded bowtie around his neck so he’d fit in with the guests until his attention was caught by a newcomer. laney stood to see it was jackson, starkly handsome and matching her emerald dress and looking way more like a movie star than any aspiring writer from oregon had a right to. her probing gaze was shortly interrupted by some of her mother’s artist friends entering behind jackson and she stepped aside to say, “don’t worry, you’re not late. everyone gets here early to get the really expensive booze before it runs out.” 

voices sounded from the side of the house, girls her age heel-clicking around the house to the balcony, sabrina’s friends. once they’d spotted laney and jackson huddled on the moonlit balcony in their matching ensembles in a rather romantic-looking tableaux, they slowed and quieted, tittering and shushing each other in a way that made laney think that what they were saying would not make her happy to hear. “let’s go,” she said with a slight roll of her eyes, taking his arm in a very theme-appropriate way and tugging him into the party. her parents, looking for her, cornered them and did lots of hand-shaking and complimenting and thanking that was only so formal because they were surrounded by people listening in and liam gave jackson a typical drive-by clap on the back and thanked him for showing up, as if jackson was there for him and not laney. determined to have a few moments with him unbothered before people started dancing and making toasts and getting misty-eyed, laney lead them between a long buffet table with carefully-labeled food and the pianist and sighed heavily. “you look nice, by the way.” it sounded lackluster after the exaggerated praise he’d just been given, but to say much more would make her self-conscious. even though she technically wasn’t supposed to, she plucked two highballs from a passing caterwaiter for them and relaxed gradually as she handed his over, her fingers not shy about brushing his. “i like parties, but these types of things stress me out. it’s too structured. i’m pretty sure sabrina’s mom was in the guest bathroom earlier practicing her toast, crying on cue and everything.”

[spaz8550]

I Hope

Vikings AU

Inspired by the song by Gabby Barrett

Warnings: mention of cheating, swearing

“Bjorn, I don’t see why I need to be here for this.” Ivar hissed following his eldest brother into his newest venture a nightclub in Kattegat that he had opened with Ubbe and Torvi. Ubbe and Hvitserk were already sitting in the VIP section that had a view of the stage along with Bjorn’s wife, Gunnhild. The club was already busy and loud which was beginning to piss off Ivar. 

The past year had been the messiest of his life. The spiral started when he cheated on his fiancee with their wedding planner. Ivar shook his head trying not to think of the venomous Inga who ruined his life. Inga was the opposite of his Liv. Originally Ivar thought her boldness was attractive at but it quickly led to deceit. Two months after Liv found them in bed and called off the wedding Inga announced she was pregnant. Ivar was quick to move her into his large house and cater to her needs even though his family wanted proof the pregnancy was real and he was the father of her unborn baby.  

“Ivar, you are my brother and I want you to see this. We have a special guest performing tonight. The club has been a success and has already made back everything it took to build it and so we are making a profit. Even Hvitserk came back from his travels to celebrate.” Bjorn’s statement drew Ivar out of his dark thoughts and he scowled as he settled into a sofa as a waitress came over with a round of beers. 

“Ubbe, where is Torvi?” Ivar said noticing his brother’s wife strangely absent as she was always at Ubbe’s side. 

“She is here. Just in the office and will be joining us shortly.”  Ubbe said trying not to smirk looking at Bjorn. 

“Ivar, no new women in your life?” Gunnhild asked sipping her drink. 

“No, I have decided to take a break. As you know Inga made a mess of things.” Ivar said as Hvitserk snickered. “Hvitserk, I am surprised you returned from your travels.” Ivar spat. 

“I have enjoyed seeing the word and I have met someone. She’ll be joining us later.”  

Ivar frowned not liking the idea that he would be the only one without a woman on his arm, he cursed the day he took Inga to his bed and ruined things with Liv. Liv was his only childhood friend the only person who saw him as more than a cripple, as more than Ubbe and Hvitserk and Sigurd’s brother, as more than Ragnar’s and Aslaug’s angry son. The lights on stage flickered as Torvi walked on stage and the loud music stopped. 

“As you all know tonight we have a special guest here. Many of you will know her and remember seeing her sing here in Kattegat before she became famous. Give a warm welcome to Liv.”  

Ivar’s jaw dropped as Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk watched his reaction. Liv looked the same but was dressed very glamorous. Torvi rejoined the group as the crowds applause finally died down. 

“Kattegat, it’s been awhile. I’ve missed my home and my friends. When I heard that Bjorn, Ubbe, and Torvi were opening this club I knew I would need to make an appearance. Bjorn and Ubbe are like my big brothers. Torvi is my best friend.”  

Liv played a few of her upbeat songs dancing around the stage as the crowd sang and cheered, Gunnhild and Torvi were singing and dancing around the VIP section. Ivar caught Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Bjorn tapping their feet and singing along a few times. Ivar kept his eyes glued on her and the few times she glanced in that direction her eyes didn’t land on him, almost like she was avoiding him. 

“Kattegat, now I’m going to sing one last song for you. This one goes out to anyone who has ever had their heart ripped out of their chest, who has ever been hurt by that person who they thought loved them, and if you’ve ever been cheated on and came out a better person this one is for you. I wrote this one at a dark time and if you’ve ever been through this it gets better. This is my latest single I Hope.”  

The crowd roared their approval and Liv’s eyes finally locked on Ivar’s as she began to sing. Ivar felt his heart thudding in his chest and the words cut deep. He had heard this song on the radio and didn’t realize it was Liv. The crowd was clapping and singing along and Ivar felt his heart breaking as he felt everything that Liv went through because of him. When the song ended the crowd roared their approval. Liv bowed and waved before making her way to the VIP section sipping a bottle of water. 

“You were amazing.” Torvi said hugging her and the Gunnhild and then Ubbe, Bjorn, and Hvitserk who seemed to linger. Hvitserk ushered Liv to sit next to him as Ivar scowled. 

“Ivar.” Liv said narrowing her eyes. 

“Liv, it’s good to see you.” Ivar said his eyes raking over her as Liv sighed. 

“So I heard that Inga chewed you up and spit you out. How did it feel?”  Ivar felt like he was slapped but what was he expecting? He narrowed his eyes seeing Hvitserk’s hand on her knee. 

“Liv, it’s so good to see you. It has been far to long.”  Bjorn said as the others agreed. 

“Well, I have been traveling the world and making music. People can really relate to those songs about a broken heart.” Ivar launched himself to his feet as he saw Hvitserk squeeze her knee. 

“Are you fucking him?” Ivar spat. 

“Like that is your business. You lost the right to ask those questions a long time ago!” Hvitserk said standing up and blocking Ivar’s view of Liz. 

“Calm down.” Bjorn said getting between them and forcing Ivar to sit down. Ivar glanced Liv grabbing Hvitserk’s hand as he sat down too. 

“So it’s true. You’re fucking my brother.” Ivar said putting his head in his hands. 

“I picked the wrong brother all those years ago. I thought you had a heart and weren’t cold like everyone thought you were but I was wrong. You have no heart Ivar and think only of yourself. You never cared about me or anyone but yourself and now you are all alone.” Ivar glanced up to see his brothers watching his reaction. 

“I don’t need any of you.” He spat before making his way out of the club. 

“Do you feel better?” Hvitserk asked kissing Liv’s cheek.  

“Yes, I needed to say that. It felt good.”  

[cornacopicimagines]

love affair │t.h

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pairing: king!tom holland x princess!reader

words: 3.9k (wow okay scarlett)

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, verbal abuse

summary: In two separate kingdoms were two lonely monarchs. One can somehow never find love and the other is in a painful engagement but by some sort of divine intervention, they two meet and fall for each other. The only downside is that they don't know it's them.

a/n: i don't know how many parts this series will have, but hopefully all of the chapter will be fleshed out x

teaser

masterlist

chapter 2  chapter 3  chapter 4

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Something about sitting through these long discussions made y/n want to jump out of the next window she saw, but she knew she had to.

She was first in line for the throne to the Ardonian throne, a royal treasure as her father liked to tell her. She had some many duties to uphold, some many people to impress and some may things looming over her. She couldn't handle it.

"y/n, are you listening to me?" her father; King Albert called out, his gruff voice filling the room. y/n waited for the maids to tie the knot on her corset before she swivelled around to face him.

"I'm sorry father, could you repeat what you said?" y/n asked sweetly trying to avoid her father's wrath against her. He stood up stumbling a bit as he made his way over to his daughter.

"I know you've been subduing the planning for your wedding," Her father spoke sternly, as he watched the rest of y/n's heavy gown be placed on her figure. y/n felt her stomach do turns when her father told her the news.

"I've been busy," y/n said shortly as she went to place her stumpy heels on her feet.

"You need to get married as soon as possible y/n," her father exclaimed angrily, "Our kingdom needs a direct heir," her father snapped. y/n huffed loudly and rolled her eyes.

"Is that all that matters to you," y/n spat back as her hands found themselves placed on her hips, "maybe you should consider my happiness instead of making sure I have children," y/n told him quietly, seriously doubting her father's love for her.

The room fell completely silent as y/n's father stared elsewhere while y/n's had her eyes trained straight on her father. y/n prayed something would happen that cause her father to leave her alone and thankfully something did.

A soft couple of knocks on her door cut the thick air and both monarchs looked to the door intently, "It's open," y/n called out and in walked a middle-aged man dressed in nice clothing and a charming but evil smirk on his face, y/n grimaced.

"I am sorry, your majesty but I need to talk to your daughter," the man spoke lightly as he bowed in the direction of y/n's father before turning to face her. y/n's father smiled widely before slowly making his way out of the room.

Once they were alone, the man swayed toward y/n. She tried to distance herself from him as best she could.

"How's my bride to be?" he asked with a tinge of darkness in his voice.

"Fine, Archduke Willopp," y/n said quietly, not wanting to start a conversation with him. Willopp laughed evilly before he let his hands drift over her waist and he grips it tightly. y/n flinched.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," he whispered in her ear, y/n felt like she was going to be sick all over him.

"I don't want to see you at the moment Willopp," she told him as she finally freed herself from his bruising grasp. Willopp's face immediately darkened.

"You know I don't like it when you walk away from me y/n," he snapped at her, his hand clamping down on her wrist. Her head whipped around to see her fiancee's face turn into a menacing frown. y/n's heart pounded against her ribcage as she watched Willopp come closer to her face. She didn't know if she would walk out of her with bruises on her body or a spit on her face. "So why are you walking away from me, you stupid little girl," Willopp spoke with venom lacing his tone. y/n stood there, her legs almost buckling in fear from Willopp's proximity to her face.

"Leave me - alone," y/n stuttered out as she snatched her arm away from Willopp and pushed him off her. Willopp grumbled something angrily under his breath before he stomped out of the massive room and slammed the door shut.

y/n stood there in absolute disgust, why was he so cruel to her? Why is Willopp her fiancee? And Why did her father let him marry her? y/n slumped against her solid gold walls and let her face fall into her hands as she sobbed into her palms.

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Across the large sea was another distraught monarch this time in Tom. He had just been crowned king after his father's tragic passing. He sat at the head of the impossible long table, Tom remembers when he was still a young prince sitting at this very table eating dinner with his family and close friends. He wished he could revisit that time.

He was just enjoying the quietness of his own company when the large door swung open and a scatter of feet came rushing in. Tom immediately knew who was running in.

"Darling, I have amazing news!" His mother's voice came calling out, Tom sucked in his breath not really wanting to deal with his mother at this moment.

"Yes, Mum?" Tom asked sweetly, trying to hide his uninterest with a smile.

Nikki has been through a lot in the past few months, with the death of her husband; the king and then an attempt on her sons' lives. She asked Tom not to pity her, but sometimes it was hard for him not to.

"I was talking with Baroness Diona and she said she has a daughter that is undivorced and still looking for love," Nikki smiled happily as she clapped her hands in celebration.

Tom sighed loudly as he turned to face his mother, "as much as I appreciate you trying to get me married, all the women at court are only wanting to be with me because I am king," he let his finger massage his temple softly, "and besides I want a wife who loves me, just like you and Dad," Tom told her with a lovesick smile on his face.

Nikki's hand stroked her son's face gently, "as much as I want that for not only you Tom but your brothers as well, sometimes that is not true," Nikki exclaimed sadly, she did truly want all of her sons married off with women that they loved but she knew in her heart that is an unreachable dream.

"I know mum, I know," Tom spoke sadly. The pair stood there in silence before the doors opened once again, this time two guards walked in.

"The boat is ready sir," they spoke almost in unison to Tom, who nodded in agreement. Tom could see his mother look up at him with an odd look.

"King Albert has invited us to go to a massive ball for their princess in Ardonia," Tom explained as he snatched his luxurious coat from the chair and swung it over his shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll be back in about a month and I am taking Harrison and The twins with me," Tom told Nikki quickly, knowing she would have a go at him for leaving. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran out.

On his way to the boat, he met up with Harrison, who was a high ranking Archduke and one of the most respected men at court, especially with the ladies.

"Your majesty," Harrison exclaimed sarcastically as he bowed slightly. Tom chuckled before he slapped Harrison on his forearm harshly. Both men boarded the boat, Tom felt the sea breeze hit his face. He remembers when his Dad would bring him on the boat and Tom would help the fishermen and the crew with their chores, God I miss him Tom thought to himself.

"Are the twins on yet?" Tom asked Harrison, in an attempt to distract himself from the memories of his father.

It took Harrison a second to spot Harry and Sam but once he did, he pointed them out to Tom who simply nodded away.

As if on cue, Harry and Sam met up with their brother and Harrison with wide grins on their faces. Tom felt an odd sense of mischief from the two.

"What's going on with you two?" Tom asked hesitatingly. The twins looked at each other before turned back to their brother with even bigger smiles.

"So we were talking around before our trip and it seems like two night before the big gathering, there is an intimate masquerade ball happening in a nearby Duke's land and we got the four of us a ticket in," Harry told Tom, with Sam grinning brightly next to him.

"I don't know, Mum would kill us if she knew we were going to it," Tom spoke but immediately regretted it. He was the King of the mighty land of Heladien and yet he was afraid that his mother would punish him for a night out like a child, "you know what, I need some fun," Tom said happily as he watched the men surrounding him rejoice.

Harrison placed both of his hands on Tom's shoulders and leaned in, "hopefully we can get you a nice lady to sleep with at the ball," Harrison spoke sneakily.

"It would be better if Tom could get the Princess herself," Sam said, wanting to go unnoticed but it went fully into everyone's ears.

"What do you mean by that?" Tom asked, actually quite puzzled as to why his brother would say that.

"Oh just heard that Princess y/n is supposedly phenomenally gorgeous and that if you did sleep with her it would be good for Heladien," Sam said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Tom said nothing but tried to incision what The Princess actually looked like. Guess he'll have to find out.

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y/n sat at the stand, fiddling with her earrings and fixing her tied up hair. She was supposed to be going to sleep when in reality, y/n was getting ready for the annual masquerade ball held by a nearby Duke and his wife.

"This is going to be absolutely smashing," Ophelia; one of y/n's ladies in waiting spoke up as she flattened her sky blue dress. y/n smiled warmly at the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

"Hopefully I found a suitor at this ball, heard a lot of powerful men are going to be there," Elvira, another one of her ladies exclaimed as she tried pushing her corset higher to enhance her chest.

"You'll scare off men with those massive diamonds hanging by your neck," Jade, the last of her ladies giggled as she pointed to the large diamond necklace on Elvira's neck given to her by y/n herself.

"Hey, the men will think I have a wealthy family and that means a wealthy husband," Elvira clapped happily as she fanned herself.

"Oh, would you look at the time," Ophelia gasped loudly, the other 3 women glanced at the clock and immediately started to pack you their things in a rush and run out of the room.

The carriage ride went spent pre-drinking expensive champagne and gossiping about the people attending, that was until a certain name appeared in the conversation.

"I heard you father invited King Tom to your gathering in two days," Jade told y/n as she sipped the alcohol.

"It wouldn't surprise me, my father adores Tom, I have never met him yet my Dad tells me he is like a second son to him," y/n scoffed as she poured another glass.

"Wonder if he is coming to the ball?" Ophelia asked excitedly as she wiggled her way into the group.

"If he is, the other girls there are going to have to kill me to get me off him," Elvira spoke devilishly, cackling in the process.

Y/n stayed silent in her corner of the carriage. She stared out at the passing trees and wonder who Tom could be and how he could demand such respect from her father. Better yet, what he looks like, a girl had to know. Quickly y/n snapped out of her quizzed exclusion and swivelled back to the group.

"Who cares," y/n called out, "this is the one night a year when I can be someone else and not the Princess!" y/n cheered loudly as she prompted the other girl to toast their glasses in celebration.

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The night went fast for both of them. y/n was out enjoying being a complete stranger for just one night, she was enjoying not having to constantly curtsy and stand straight and enjoying not having people breathing down her neck at every waking moment. Tom was loving the festivities of Ardonia. He must admit they knew how to party, he also was revelling in the fact that no one knew who he was or what his title was. They loved this.

Tom was loving having women flock to him, by because he wore a crown on his head but because he was handsome and charming, it made him feel great about himself. y/n adored flirting with men, having them gaze upon her as if she was meant to be theirs. She would obviously never cheat on Willopp, even if she so desperately wanted to. She wouldn't, right?

y/n had lost her friends in the crowd, they were next to her one minute and then they were mysteriously missing from her company. So she went on a wild goose chase.

She was asking random people about their whereabouts, she was searching in places she didn't want to and most of all, just shouting their names amidst the crowds' loud chatter.

y/n had her eyes trained on her now throbbing feet, she was so focused on the pain that she had no idea that there was a man standing right in front of her. They collided and y/n lost her footing, luckily the masked man expertly slid his hand behind her waist and gripped tightly.

Tom, on the other hand, was just walking to grab some more liquor for himself and his friends when this random lady ran straight into him and Tom could see that she was going to stumble to the floor, so he quickly secured her in his arms.

To put it simply, sparks flew. They both felt it and they both knew it.

"Hello," y/n spoke sheepishly, feeling a hot blush creep on her face, thank god for the mask. She had a good look into his warm chocolate brown eyes, they looked so inviting yet so mysterious.

"Hi," Tom responded with absolute romance filling his voice. They stayed there, staring at each other intensely for what felt like hours when in reality y/n quickly snapped out of her lovesick haze but giving a small cough. She stood straight and tried to make herself look as proper as she could in her quite tipsy state.

"Have you seen 3 women? around my age?" y/n asked quietly just wanting to stare at his face for a little longer. Tom heard her question and chuckled loudly.

"There are a lot of women here tonight sweetheart," Tom told her lowly in an attempt to try and seduce her but to y/n his voice already sounded like absolute sex, "you're going to have to be more specific."

"Well," y/n started, trying to think of a way to tell this man who her friends were without exposing her true identity. "They are the ladies in waiting for the Princess," y/n told him with a beam on her face.

Tom felt his stomach do flips when she flashed him that smile. "How are you friends with the ladies in waiting to Princess y/n," Tom asked her, curious to find out who this stunning woman was. Tom could see her face crinkle up with his question.

"I myself am a lady in waiting to the Princess," y/n spoke quickly, her adrenaline was running at an all-time high, she felt like she was going to get addicted to this feeling of rebelliousness.

"What about your name sweetheart," Tom asked her again, this time he took a step closer to her.

y/n stared up at him with worry, as she tried to rack her brain of answers before a large smirk fell on her face, "isn't the whole idea of a masquerade ball, not to know people's names."

Tom watched the woman take two steps closer to him, their breaths were now intertwined and her hands fell onto the tight restraints of his shirt.

Y/n tried to weave her arms around him but as one of her hands touched the top of his chest, she almost moaned at the feeling of his obviously perfectly sculpted chest.

Tom had leaned down to the woman, feeling a wave of confidence hit him as he watched the woman admire him. "That doesn't mean I can't know your body right?" Tom asked her innocently.

The question but y/n off guard, her knees almost buckled at the way his hot breath wafted over her features. All she wanted to do was crash her lips on his, so she did.

They kissed in the dim light of the ballroom. Her hands found themselves perfectly seated on his sculpted jawline. While Tom has his arms snaked around her waist and scooped her in tighter. By some sort of divine intervention, it felt like they were meant for each other. The way their lips moved together, like a key slipping in a lock. They had only been talking for 10 minutes before they pounced on each other.

y/n popped her lips off Tom slowly, wanting to continue with their little moment of passion. "I know the duke has a lot of rooms, how about we occupy one?" y/n asked him devilishly, she wanted for the man to answer but instead she got a furious nod from him.

There was no going back now, if she wasn't on the verge of being drunk, y/n would have run away before she could write her death sentence by sleeping with this incredibly attractive man.

The two immediately ran off, skipping down the halls, y/n thought they looked like something out of a fairytale, with the man's well-done suit and dress shoes clicking on the tiled floor and her dress flowing behind her as they rushed to find an unoccupied room. Their lips found each other every once in a while with laughs and moans combined.

Finally, the pair stumbled into a dark empty room. Tom's hands multitask to open the door but still weave themselves in her silky hair. Tom took a good look at the seductive woman in the heat of the moment. Her e/c eyes basically sparkled with desire and glimmered with love. Tom knew he would never forget those beautiful eyes.

It didn't take long for the pair to strip themselves of their tight formal clothing, y/n saw his hands reach for his mask to slid it off his face, her hands shot up to stop him. The man peered down to y/n with a confused look in his face.

"No, for one night I don't want to know who you are," y/n told him lowly as she guided him to the immense amount of bedding behind them. "I kind of like the mystery of it," she confessed quietly.

Tom heard everything she said and smiled to himself before he connected their lips once more and threw the woman across the bed.

There was no going back for either of them.

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It had been a day and a half since Tom and y/n unknowingly slept with each other.

Tom remembers the night that an angel embraced him. He was determined to find this woman before they left for Heladien in a fortnight. He remembers the softness of her skin, the warmness of her touch. Luckily for him, he would see her again since she had told him she was a lady in waiting for the Princess and Tom, Harrison, Harry & Sam were about to leave the gathering of Princess y/n. The perfect opportunity to hopefully spend another blissful night with her.

y/n, on the other hand, tried her best to not think of her infidelity. She wanted to lock the memory up and throw it away but it was tough.

She just couldn't get him out of her head, the way he spoke to her, a sweetness but still a firmness. Something she had never had. The way he touched her, it was not in an aggressive way like the how Willopp handles her but it was gentle and kind. y/n still recalls having her fingers tangled in the adorable mop of brown curls on his head while he was pounding her.

God, it was the sex too that seemed to push everything to a high. It seemed as if he had years of practice, he seemed to instantly know every nook and cranny of her body and left her struggling to walk the next morning. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Like in the present, she was in her most formal attire, an elegantly large red dress that showed just enough cleavage and covered the right amount as well. y/n tried to listen to an old lord drag on about his dreary children, she picked up a few things at a time but hardly got the bigger picture. Luckily, King Albert had whisked y/n away from that awful conversation.

"Tonight has been lovely dad," y/n told her father with a smile on her face. Usually, y/n would have to lie straight to his face but the night had been bearable, mostly because she had come in contact with her monstrous fiancee.

Albert stared down at his daughter with one of the only warm smiles he has ever given her. "I want you to finally meet King Tom," her father told y/n before he peered off in the distance oddly, "how I wish he was my son."

"Thanks, dad," y/n huffed, slightly annoyed at her father's comment. It seems as if Albert hadn't even heard his daughter's comment as he showed y/n to his side and three young men turned to face the royal family.

"Darling these are Prince Harry & Sam of Heladien and Archduke Osterfield," Her father said proudly as y/n watched his hand drift over each other the boys, "I have no idea where King Tom is though," Albert said under his breath as he searched around for the missing monarch. When suddenly a final man pushed past the crowd of people and went straight to hug y/n's father.

"Your majesty, how have you been?" Tom asked happily, nor he or y/n had seen each other's faces yet. Tom pulled away from Albert, who was smiling at him lovingly.

"Tom, I'd like you to finally meet my daughter, the Princess," Albert announced to Tom who followed where King Albert was point and spotted a young woman in a stunning gown. The two locked eyes. Tom's heart raced and his mind toyed with memories of that night. While y/n felt her whole world crumble in front of her but her body burned with love.

They had fallen for each other without either of them knowing.

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