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icarusignite · 2 years

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An Eye for an Eye (part 2)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: I speedran this chapter in a day so might be a little clunky. I also finally watched episode 10 today and let's just say it was not good for my already declining mental health lol. I have started reading the book though so this will be a multipart series. Anyways enjoy :)

This fic is also available on AO3

Word count: 2112

Aemond was awoken by the sound of the door creaking open. He blinked slowly and surveyed his surroundings. He remembered carrying his wife to bed the night before, so he must have fallen asleep afterwards. His knees were folded beneath him on the floor and his head lay on his sleeping wife. He also seemed to be holding one of her hands, and her other had somehow found its way to rest in his hair. Aemond closed his eyes, wanting to savour the moment a bit longer. She must have unconsciously reached for him because he was sure she wouldn't want to be near him if she was awake.

He finally found enough resolve to get up and untangle her fingers from his hair. He lay both of her hands folded on her stomach and tucked the blankets around her. Her face had a pinched look of anguish, a permanent frown etched onto her face even as she slumbered. He brushed her hair away from her face and brushed a kiss to her forehead in farewell. Then, he turned towards the intruder at the door who had awakened him.

"The queen is requesting your presence at the breakfast table, my prince," said the maid standing there, eyes downcast.

"Ah yes, I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Prince Aemond."

"Also, when she wakes up, make sure she eats something, please," Aemond cast one last forlorn look back at Daenys's sleeping form before he left.

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Tension was thick in the air when Aemond arrived for breakfast. Aegon looked like he was nursing a hangover, and his mother looked absolutely exhausted. His grandsire on the hand looked satisfied with himself. His gaze met Aemond's as he sat down.

"Ah, I have been meaning to speak to you. About your duties as a prince," Otto Hightower said conspiratorially, leaning his head towards Aemond.

"Yes grandsire," Aemond stated gruffly, in no mood for any more of Otto’s schemes at the moment.

"You must think of siring children with that wife of yours now. In fact, time is of the essence, the sooner the better."

Aemond choked on his drink and spluttered, "Siring what?"

"Children. You must bind her to you and that is the surest way. She would not even think of leaving with your babe in her womb. Raising a child without a father is near impossible and she would not be allowed to leave with a prince's son within her."

"Are you insane? Why would you even speak of such things? Her brother just died? How could you even think about such a thing at this time?" Aemond exclaimed indignantly.

"Don't pretend to play a sympathetic husband dear boy. After all, it was you who killed her brother. It is precisely why I am speaking of such things. The murder of Lucerys Velaryon means war and you know it. If Daenys were to join her mother, it would be very troublesome for us. Her dragon Silverwing is one of the old ones, you know that. It could very well turn the tide against us," Otto sneered.

Aemond felt sick. His wife was falling apart and his grandsire wished for him to trap her with a child. He could not do that to her. As cruel as she thought him, he would not prove her right in that. A part of him wondered though, if she would indeed leave. She would have left the day Aegon was crowned if not for Otto and the Queen keeping her under lockdown. Aemond had deluded himself into thinking that these past few days she had stayed for him; that she had not put up more resistance because a part of her too could not bear to leave him. He wondered if his actions had destroyed the last dregs of affection she held for him.

"I cannot do that grandsire. I am not that depraved. And besides, she loathes me. She would slit my throat if I touched her."

Otto scoffed, "Whoever said she had to be a willing partner. Don't be daft boy."

Aegon laughed from across the table.

"It seems that my brother has not yet discovered the pleasure of an unwilling bedmate. Not to worry dear brother, you will have plenty of time to learn. Wives are not always willing to the tastes of their lord husbands, he winked at Helaena, who abruptly got up from her seat beside him and hurried away.

Alicent slammed her hand on the table.

"Enough!" she hissed, "we will not have such talk at the table. Let us all have our meal in peace so that we can get on with our day."

Otto harumphed, shaking his head in anger.

"You will see that I warned you when that wench runs away. You cannot keep her here under lock and key forever. She is Rhaenyra's daughter. Do you really think she'll stay? She might have deluded herself into loving you during times of peace, but you really think she will stay with the man who murdered her brother?"

Aemond stood up abruptly. He bowed his head at his mother and then begrudgingly at his brother, before storming away to practice his sparring. He was too full of energy these days and he didn't know what to do with himself. Perhaps this was why he had indulged himself and chased his nephew back at Storm's End. A decision that had cost him everything it seemed.

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On his way back from sparring practice, Aemond was surprised to see his mother in front of his room. Perhaps she was here to see how Daenys was faring. Perhaps Daenys would allow herself to be comforted by her. Aemond knew Alicent had grown to love her like a daughter, even if it had started for him initially.

"Mother? Are you here to see Daenys?" Aemond smiled at his her.

Alicent face registered momentary panic before she wiped it away so fast that Aemond thought he must have imagined it.

"Yes, yes I'm here to see Daenys. The poor girl hasn't eaten since yesterday," Alicent smiled gently.

"That's good," Aemond hesitated, "and uh...if you could mother, would you please tell her I didn't mean it. She hates me now and I don't know what to do. I cannot bear it."

Aemond looked at her beseechingly and Alicent's heart clenched. She had never seen her son look this heartbroken. Except maybe for when he used to cry about his brother and nephews teasing him about not having a dragon. Daenys used to stick up for him back then too. It was unsavoury business, all of this. If it could be helped, Alicent wanted to avoid excessive bloodshed. She had hoped that Rhaenyra would accept the terms she and Aegon had laid out and she had even believed that in honour of their childhood friendship, she may have accepted. She didn't think that anymore though. What was done was done.

"Yes, my darling boy. I shall try. But give her space to grieve. That boy was most precious to her," Alicent placed her hand on Aemond's cheek.

"Oh and mother, what's that in your hand? Is that a letter?" Aemond's eye finally caught sight of the wrinkled envelope his mother was holding. It had Rhaenyra and Daenys's names on it.

"Oh, this? This is nothing. Nothing of significance, don't worry about it," Alicent tried to wave away his concern.

"Mother..." Aemond warned.

"Fine, it is a letter from Rhaenyra to Daenys. It is unimportant. I have read it and it will only upset her more," Alicent snapped.

"Mother! You're reading her letters!"

"There's going to be a war Aemond. Stop being foolish. Your childish behaviour has already cost us a lot. It is important her letters are screened for information!"

"So then, what have you found? What great battle plans have you unearthed in the letter?"

Alicent eyes strayed to the floor, "This one does not contain any. But she should not see this. It will bring her more pain. You do not want to hurt her more do you?"

"It does not matter. We should give it to her either way. I know for a fact that it would hurt her more if she knew we were keeping her mother's letters from her," Aemond argued.

"Fine. Give it to her. See how she reacts and don't say I didn't want you," Alicent scorned. "You do know that all these little things you insist on doing for her will not endear you to her. Not anymore. I know you love her, and I do too, but we must now think of protecting Aegon's crown. Your duty is to your family, keep that in mind."

After he watched Alicent walk away, Aemond eventually turned his attention back to his room's door. He had wanted to come to see if she was awake, but now that he was here, he wasn't sure how to approach her. He cracked the door open and prepared himself for when she told him to leave. He was, however, greeted by a much different scene. Helaena was seated on the bed crosslegged, and Daenys sat in front of her. Helaena was brushing out Daenys's hair and humming something Aemond recognized as a tune from their childhood. It seemed that neither of them had noticed his entrance and so he held his breath and stilled himself, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over the room. It was nice to see Daenys allowing herself to be comforted, even if she wouldn't let him near her. She had, at last, stopped crying, although Aemond could still see fresh tear stains on her face. Her eyes were closed and she leaned into Helaena's touch as she tenderly braided the strands away from her face. When she was done, Daenys leaned back into her. Aemond's heart cracked when she started crying again, but Helaena wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. They had always been the best of friends, and Aemond was glad to see that her vexation with the rest of his family hadn't spoiled Daenys's friendship with Helaena.

Eventually, Helaena's eyes fell on him and she smiled. Aemond's expression begged her to stay silent about his presence, but it was to no avail. Her whole face lit up and she lifted her arm from Daenys's shoulder to wave at him.

"Brother! Are you here to see Daenys?" Helaena waved him over.

Aemond shifted uncomfortably, unsure if he should approach the two girls. Daenys's eyes turned cold when she caught sight of him and she turned her face away. He shuffled closer and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on his sister as she chattered on about her latest interests. Daenys remained with her face buried in Helaena's neck and her arms wrapped around her, sniffling quietly. Helaena stroked her hair while she talked, almost absent-mindedly. After a while though, he felt Daenys's gaze on him, silently observing. When he turned to meet her eye, she dropped her gaze to the letter clutched in hand. Helaena took that as her cue to leave, pressing a kiss to Daenys's cheek before she said goodbye. Daenys even managed to crack a small smile for her in farewell. Aemond swallowed thickly. He hadn't seen her smile in the past two days and he had forgotten how much he missed the sight of it.

Left alone, at last, the peaceful air of the room vanished. Daenys's eyes hardened once again when she turned back to Aemond.

"There is a letter for you, from your mother," Aemond spoke first, to break the awkward silence.

Daenys wordlessly took the letter from his hand, careful to not let their fingers brush even slightly. If she noticed that the letter had already been opened, she didn't say, instead choosing to turn her face away. However, the more she read, the more distressed she seemed to become. Her hands gripped the paper's edge and tears started spilling down her cheeks with renewed vigour. When at last she finished, she dropped the letter, pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. Soft sobs wracked her frame as she tried to silence the sound of her cries.

"What’s wrong? What did the letter say? Are you alright!" Aemond reached for her, before thinking better of it and pulling his hands back.

"It's dated two days ago!" she wailed, by way of explanation.

Aemond's curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the discarded letter. As he read it over, his jaw tensed and a knot formed in the pit of his stomach.

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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How do you like me now

William ‘Ironhead’ Miller x reader

Another song fic. Warnings: dumb ex, shitty parents.

So, I’ve had this one on my mind for a long while, and I may actually write more about this one, like a mini series maybe. I also just like the thought of Will having a kid and the shenanigans.

Everything: @mikeisthricedeceased

Triple Frontier Boys: @artsymaddie @mcrmarvelloki

Yeah, I was always the crazy one broke into the stadium

And I wrote your number on the 50-yard line

Will wouldn’t have admitted openly but when he was younger, he was a lot like Santi in that he slept around a lot. Broke many hearts when he was a teenager. To put it simply? He was an ass.

Time in the army changed that, especially when he met the men who would become his brothers. Between Pope, Catfish, and Redfly he was nowhere near the same person he was when he left high school. Benny liked to tease him a lot, whenever they came home to visit their parents.

In fact, that was what he was currently doing. He, and Benny, were driving home with Santi and Frankie in the back. His parents needed furniture moved out; they were downsizing to a smaller home. So, the four of them were going to be their muscles for it.

Benny was exaggerating many parts of several stories, that caused Will to roll his eyes constantly before correcting him.

He pulled into the driveway of his parent’s home, quietly wondering whose car was parked in front of their house. He shrugged it off not thinking too hard on it. The four of them walked up to the door and knocked.

Their mother, Winnie Miller, opened the door with a smile, “My boys! You’re early!”

She greeted Santi and Frankie as they all came inside with hugs and cheek kisses.

“Figured we may as well get here as soon as possible to start moving stuff out,” Will explained as his mother fretted over him and Benny, stating ‘we were too skinny.’

“Well, I do have some company but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Come into the kitchen, we just made some cookies,” Winnie said as she led them forward.

Benny bounded forward excitedly rushing past their mother to the kitchen. As they caught up to him, Will noticed he had stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the person sitting at the island.

“Benny, what the hell are y-…” Will started to ask but stopped as he took her in as well.

He muttered her name as he watched her straightened up.

You were always the perfect one and a valedictorian

So under your number I wrote "Call for a good time"

“You mean She-Devil?” Benny grumbled glaring at her.

She waved awkwardly, and said, “Benny. Hey, Will.”

“What are you doing here, Venus?” Will asked her, using her old nickname from high school.

“Just uh… talking…” She answered biting her lip, looking uncomfortable at the attention she was receiving.

“Hm. Talking? Planning on running someone else over?” Benny asked mockingly.

“It was an accident,” She mumbled shaking her head.

“Is that another exaggeration?” Santi asked as he and Frankie moved to stand to the side.

“Nope. She jumped the curb and broke Will’s leg in 3 places!” Benny exclaimed, waving his arms.

Will winced slightly at that and scratched the back of his neck.

“Can you not?” Venus threw back crossing her arms.

“Benny. Chill. Just… go outside with the guys, please,” Will commanded him gently not wanting a fight to start.

Just then a small voice could be heard behind him, “Mommy?”

Venus tensed, taking a deep breath, before passing by him to walk into the living room. On the couch was a little girl, who had been taking a nap.

Will gazed at the girl noting she was about 3 years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Blue eyes that looked eerily similar to his own.

“Benny. Seriously, go outside. Calm down,” Will called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving Venus and her daughter.

He heard Benny huff and storm outside.

“I’ll go… talk to him,” Came Santi’s voice as he followed Benny.

Frankie looked at the two people in the living room, and then at Will. He could very easily connect the dots that was going on within Will’s brain.

Will stepped forward and glanced between her and the child.

“Something you want to tell me?” Will questioned her softly.

She sighed, picking her daughter up, who immediately clung to her neck.

“Her name is Charlotte,” She said quietly.

“…. After my grandmother?” Will murmured lowly.

She nodded once, not making eye contact.

Will nodded, rubbing his hand over his face, exasperated.

He walked back into the kitchen, giving his mother a pointed look.

“Give her a chance to explain,” Winnie pleaded.

He sighed heavily, before turning back around. However, she wasn’t there. He could hear doors closing and the sound of an engine starting up.

“Seems you got some splainin’ to do, brother,” Frankie stated as he snagged a cookie.

Will turned to his mother, and inquired, “How long have you known?”

“A couple of months. She… she was going through some things and came home to deal with some shit with her parents. I saw her at the grocery store with Lottie and knew immediately. Course, she tried to deny it at first, but Lottie looks exactly like you. Can’t fool me,” Winnie explained as Benny and Santi came back in.

“What are we talking about?” Benny was confused as to what he just walked into.

“Nothing,” Will said shortly, turning and walking out of the house.

He knew where she was heading. Same place she always did when she was stressed.

I only wanted to get your attention

But you overlooked me somehow

It was a 15-minute drive to the nearby park, and another 10 minutes following an old hiking path that led to a beautiful pond.

That was where she was, with her… their… daughter who was happily chasing after butterflies.

“Figured you’d be here,” He announced his arrival as he stood near her.

“You always did know me best,” She replied, not looking at him.

Will sat next to her on the worn bench that had been there since they were in high school. He fondly watched their daughter as she began to make flower crowns.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He softly asked her.

“Because it was a one-night stand, after far too many shots. Figured you didn’t want to see me ever again. When I found out I was pregnant… I wanted to tell you but…” She started but her voice faltered at the end.

“But you thought I would reject you?” He supplied as he stared at her, noting her teary eyes.

She nodded in response, “Yeah. Plus, there was… a lot of drama with my parents and I didn’t want to involve you.”

“My mother mentioned that. What happened?” Will wanted answers.

“You remember how I told you about my last ex, when we… were last together?” She began, waiting for his nod. “Imagine their reaction when they found out I was pregnant.”

He rolled his eyes up to the high heavens, “Let me guess? They threw a conniption?”

“…Sorta…” She said softly. “They disowned me.”

Will raised an eyebrow at that, “They what? Seriously?’

“Yep. No inheritance for me. We don’t even really talk anymore. They keep trying to say they’ll forgive me and give it back if I marry someone that they approve. Too bad I am not 16 anymore, desperate for their attention,” She said bitterly.

He snorted at that, “So, my mom discovered your secret. What’s been happening there?”

“She keeps insisting that I come over to eat. Says I’m too skinny. I think she also just likes being a grandma,” She replied with a shake of her head. “I have my own place, I just… go over there to keep her company. Don’t… don’t exactly have any friends here. At least not anymore.”

“Mh. She says that about everyone,” Will smiled. “You still have me.”

She looked over at him surprised, but appreciative. She gently scooted closer to him, giving him a side hug. He returned it, kissing the top of her head.

“Mommy? Who this?” Came Lottie’s voice.

They parted, and looked toward her, and her handful of flowers.

“Lottie. This is Will…your daddy,” She introduced her pulling her in close.

She looked at Will with wide eyes, before making grabby hands toward him. Will chuckled as he picked her up, letting her stand on his legs.

“Hi sweetheart,” He said sweetly to her.

She smiled shyly, looking down at her feet for a moment.

“May I hug you?” Her voice softly asked.

Will nodded with a smile, holding his arms out accepting the hug that she gave him. Her grip tightened after a moment and she collapsed against him. He held her in his arms, glancing over at Venus who was watching them fondly.

Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention

And I played my guitar too loud

An hour later, he was returning home alone. Venus took Charlotte home to finish her nap; they had made plans to have dinner together tonight.

He stepped inside the house with a heavy sigh, tossing his keys onto the side table near the door. He made his way back into the kitchen, where the guys and his parents were gathered drinking lemonade and eating cookies.

He snatched a glass from the cabinet and poured out some lemonade. He took a drink from it as his parents excused themselves to the living room.

“What the hell is going on Will?” Benny asked crossing his arms.

“Better question, who was the babe that apparently ran you over?” Santi chimed in looking at the two of them.

Will walked over to the table, taking a seat, waiting for the guys to join him.

“Venus… was the head cheerleader who I dated for several months. I broke up with her…. a week after we finally slept together… Needless to say…. She didn’t take it well,” Will began to explain.

“‘Didn’t take it well.’ Sure. That’s putting it lightly,” Benny rolled his eyes.

“She really ran you over?” Santi asked incredulously.

Will nodded once, wincing at the memory.

“So, yeah. She did that. Then we never really spoke to one another…until about 4 years ago,” Will continued.

“You saw her 4 years ago? Why? What the hell prompted you to talk to the She-Devil?” Benny questioned angrily.

“Hey, enough with the ‘She devil’ stuff alright? It…. Was some time after Jessica called off our engagement. Was at a bar… so was she… we talked,” Will explained vaguely.

“You mean the two of you got shit faced and slept together?” Santi laughed.

Will shrugged somewhat, avoiding eye contact with Benny.

“She had been engaged herself… and… the guy was killed in a hit and run incident… 3 days before their wedding. Apparently, her parents didn’t approve of him because he was an artist, not something fancy like a lawyer. Her parents had no sympathy for her,” Will cleared his throat briefly. “So, yeah. We drank. We slept together….”

“…made a kid…” Frankie coughed quietly.

Benny’s face became one of pure disbelief before he stood up, shaking his head, and leaving the room.

“The little tyke we saw earlier?” Santi clarified.

Will and Frankie both nodded, with Frankie adding with a tease, “Looked just like Will too. Frown and all.”

Will rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he thought about how much Charlotte looked like him.

When I took off to Tennessee

I heard that you made fun of me

Approximately 2 hours later, Will had cleaned up and stood in front of Venus’ apartment. He knocked firmly and heard a small set of feet run to the door. He heard the doorknob jiggle a few times before it finally turned, and the door swung open.

He looked down, spotting his mini me, shyly looking around the door.

“Hi,” She quietly said, opening the door a little wider for him.

“Hey sweetie,” Will greeted her with a smile, stepping inside. “Where’s your mom at?”

“In here!” Came Venus’ voice from further in the apartment.

Charlotte grabbed his pants leg, tugging on it slightly. Will squatted down near her, closing and locking the door as he did.

“Mommy’s trying to impress you, but she’s not the best cook,” Charlotte whispered to him.

Will snorted softly, nodding his head, “She wasn’t a good cook when we were younger either. Let me go see if I can save dinner yeah?”

Charlotte giggled at that, and the two of them made their way toward the kitchen.

Will came up beside Venus and asked, “So, what are you making?”

“It… it was supposed to be chicken alfredo but… apparently the kitchen still hates me when I try to cook because nothing turned out right,” She answered biting her lip, looking dejected as she tried turned off the stove.

Will looked at it and noted that she had burned a great deal of it, and not much could be rescued.

“So… Pizza?” Will suggested looking back at her.

She shrugged, grabbing the takeout menus and setting them out. Will watched as she walked down the hallway, mumbling she was going to clean up a bit. Will ordered the food, and then cleaned the pans, tossing out the inedible food. When the pans were clean, he told Charlotte to go clean up as well, while he checked on Venus.

He walked toward her bedroom, noting the light coming from it. He took a step knocking lightly on the door looking around for her. She wasn’t in the bedroom, so he moved over to the ensuite bathroom.

“Venus? You okay?” He quietly asked her.

He didn’t hear a response, so he gently pushed open the door. She was standing at the sink, glaring down at it. He leaned against the counter, his hand gently resting on top of hers.

She glanced at it, her gaze slowly moving up to meet his.

“Sorry for ruining dinner. Guess I should stick to baking, never have a problem there,” She said to him with a small shrug.

“Sweetie… I knew the second we decided to have dinner, that it would probably be takeout. I don’t mind. Maybe, I need to teach you how to cook…or at least see where you keep going wrong,” Will lightly teased her.

She weakly chuckled, “I might take you up on that. Does… does that mean you may stick around?”

“Probably… We’ll talk more later,” Will promised. “Now, let’s go watch a movie while we wait for pizza.”

She nodded, and without letting go of her hand, he walked with her back to the living room. Charlotte was on the floor in front of the movie case, trying to pick out a movie.

She eventually chose Big Hero Six, the three of them settling onto the couch to watch it. Will got up about 30 mins in to grab and pay for the pizza. Once everyone had a slice, and drinks, they resumed. Charlotte fell asleep after a slice and a half, toward the end of the movie.

Will easily picked her up, following Venus to her room. He tucked her into bed, Venus placing a large polka dot elephant in with her.

When they stepped back out, Venus whispered, “That elephant is her favorite, she will not sleep through the night if it’s not with her.”

“Good to know,” Will whispered back, looking down at her fondly.

Venus could feel her face warm at the look Will was giving her, and felt her breath hitch slightly, as Will leaned down. He paused, waiting to see if she objected to him making a move. When he saw none, he continued, pressing his lips lightly to hers.

Venus froze for a moment, before responding, kissing back more firmly. Will’s hand came to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against it softly. His other arm, wrapped around her waist, pulling her in close. Her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it.

They kissed for what felt like hours but was really only minutes. When they parted, they were breathless.

“Think we should have that talk,” Venus murmured her head resting against his chest.

She felt him nod and the two of them walked back into the living room, sitting on the couch.

For a moment it was quiet, as both of them worked up the courage to speak.

“I want the both of you in my life,” Will started eventually.

“You do?” Venus was surprised.

“Yeah… Not going to lie… seeing you 4 years ago… made me realize just how much I regretted what I did in high school…” Will admitted.

“….Why did you break up with me? Because… you said it was for a bet, but… Andrew didn’t recall such a bet when we dated,” Venus said with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t believe you dated him. Andrew was such a dick…” Will shook his head. “I broke up with you… because… I was terrified. It was our senior year… I had no plans for college, but you did… Felt like I was going to… hold you back or disappoint you.”

Venus stare at him with wide eyes before smacking him on the arm.

When she heard the satisfying ‘ow’ in response, she spoke, “You were never a disappointment… nor did I think you would hold me back. When I heard you left for the army, I was extremely proud of you. Worried as hell, but proud.”

Never imagined I'd make it this far

Then you married into the money girl

“You were worried for me?” Will asked curiously.

“Yeah. I was. Just because we weren’t together didn’t mean I stopped caring about you. I always wanted to ask your mom about you, but I figured she hated me for the whole… broken leg thing,” she said with a wince.

He laughed at that, “No. She told me I had it coming. Was surprised you didn’t try to hit me twice.”

Venus giggled a little at that.

“Can I ask you something? Why the hell are you still here, in this town with your shit parents?” Will asked her seriously.

“Rent agreement is 6 months. I have another month to get through. Don’t know what I’ll do after that,” Venus said simply.

Will thought for a few minutes, before proposing, “There’s… there’s several houses for rent in Castle Rock… in my neighborhood. You… you and Charlotte could come live near me?”

“Think you could handle us being that close to you? You know Lottie will want to come see you a lot. She… She gets attached quickly. Please don’t break her heart,” Venus requested firmly.

“I understand. I have no plans of hurting either of you, but you and I both know you need to get out of this town. It’s not good for you nor her to be around your parents,” Will said concerned, his hand brushing against her cheek.

“I know… You’re right. I only came back because apparently my grandparents left me everything, and my parents… were not happy. Tough shit,” Venus scoffed. “They keep dragging in lawyers to try and dispute the will. It’s been such a pain in the ass.”

“What exactly is there to dispute? Didn’t your grandparents change their will when we graduated high school?” Will questioned.

She nodded, “Though… most people assumed it was them trying to spoil me. In reality, my parents didn’t approve of me going into architecture. So, they put limits on my accounts, thinking that if they made it difficult for me to pay for things that I would suddenly change my major and do something I had no interest in.”

Will rolled his eyes, thinking back to when they had dated, how her parents never approved him. He wasn’t on the football team, with straight A’s or a plan for college. He played lacrosse, made decent grades and the only thing he look forward to was riding his Harley.

“I guess… the next thing we should talk about is us,” Venus said after a moment.

“Yeah… when… when we last saw each other we were both going through some intense shit. However, I don’t regret it. Or the result of it. Maybe we could… try dating again, not... start over necessarily but…” Will said with a sigh.

“Fresh page sort of thing?” Venus supplied biting her lip for a moment.

“Yeah. That sounds good. Um. So, I going to be here for a few days helping my parent’s move…” Will began.

“Yeah. Your mother has roped me into helping pack up the glassware and such. So… we will be seeing each other a lot… How pissed is Benny?” She asked with a small wince.

“He’ll get over it. But I figured you could meet my best friends and we could go out on more relaxed dates for a time?” Will offered reaching over to take her hand in his.

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion.

Ain't it a cruel and funny world?

He took your dreams, and he tore them apart

The next day rolled around, and as he woke up at 5am exactly like the others, he figured he and Benny needed to talk. He motioned for Benny to step outside with him, and with a frown, he does so.

“Look… I know you don’t like her for the shit she did when we were in high school. However, we were both just as bad. I forgave her for that shit years ago and so did she. I’m going to need you to try and tolerate her. Especially when her daughter is also your niece. Please, do not start a fight,” Will begged him.

Benny stared at him for a few minutes, before finally looking away, mumbling something under his breath.

He sighed heavily, turning to look back at Will who stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure. I’ll…try…I make no promises,” Benny grumbled after a moment.

“I’ll take it. She should be here in a bit, to help mom pack up,” He warned Benny.

“Why does this matter so much to you? I get wanting to be civil for the kid’s sake, but you always said that you didn’t care about her after y’all broke up,” Benny was trying to understand what was going through his brother’s head.

“… I lied. I… I never her told her this but her parents made sure to let me know that I was just going to hold her back and be a disappointment to her. Well. She knows the latter half… she doesn’t know it came from her parents. I let them get into my head and I broke her heart to make it easier,” Will explained as he tucked his hands into pants pockets.

“Shit… You let those freaks into your head? Explains why you were so miserable for so long,” Benny replied, scoffing.

Will did a half shrug as they walked back inside to see Frankie serving breakfast, waffles and bacon. The four of them ate making plans on which rooms they should work on first. After creating a plan of attack, it was almost 7am and there was a quiet knock at the door.

Benny was the one who went and answered it. Will closed his eyes, tensing, expecting raised voices and fists landing.

Benny answered the door, finding Venus standing there with Charlotte in her arms. Venus straightened up as she realized who stood there.

“Morning,” Benny greeted first.

“Mornin’. Lottie. This is Benny, he’s your uncle. He’s a bit silly,” Venus introduced Charlotte to him, softly.

Charlotte looked at him, shyly waving at him.

“Hi,” She said with a small wave.

“Hey. C’mon in. Frankie made waffles if you’re hungry?” Benny offered waving them in.

“Oooh. Waffles? Waffles are your favorite, isn’t that right sweetie?” Venus cooed to her.

Lottie nodded with a small yawn.

Benny escorted them back into the kitchen where Frankie was cleaning up the mess he made after serving breakfast, and Santi & Will were sitting at the table still. Lottie upon seeing Will, wiggled down in her Venus’ arms, wanting to be set down. Venus placed her on the ground, straightening out her clothes for a moment before letting Lottie run over to Will.

When she stood near him, he immediately picked her up and placed her in his lap, and she curled up into his arms.

Frankie quietly called for Venus’ attention, asking her, “Would she like a full waffle or half?”

“Half. She never finishes a full. Thank you,” Venus said appreciating him as he took a waffle and cut it in half.

He cut a slice of bacon in half as well, before coming over to Will with the food and syrup. Venus quietly grabbed from the fridge a small container of fresh mixed fruit, grabbing a small plastic bowl to scoop some into it. She served the fruit alongside the waffles that Lottie was currently devouring.

“Slow down sweetie, the food isnt going anywhere. You are going to make yourself sick eating that fast,” Venus lightly warned her.

Charlotte slowed down after that, mumbling a quiet sorry.

She finished eating about 20 minutes later, and thanked Frankie for the food, stating, “It was really good.”

Frankie smiled brightly and told her, “You are very welcome, honey.”

By then Will’s parents had woken up and were dressed for the day. They made their own plates and were eating as Benny told them the plan.

Will noticed Venus hadn’t made herself anything and was simply leaning against one of the counters in the kitchen, waiting.

Will stood up, placing Charlotte in his seat with a quick kiss on the head.

Will stood next to her, and said lowly, “There’s plenty of food for you to eat as well.”

Venus sighed softly, “I know. Not really hungry. Never am when my parents call.”

“What did they say this time?” Will asked looking at her with slight concern.

“The usual. I’m a disappointment. We didn’t raise you to be like this. If you just did what we asked, things would be easier for the both of you. We want to know our granddaughter and you are depriving us. Blah Blah Blah,” Venus said in a monotoned voice.

“Tch. They had plenty of opportunities to get to know her. Don’t let them ruin your day, simply because they want to be manipulative and guilt trip you,” Will stated matter-of-factly.

Venus nodded, understanding him, but it was still difficult to do. She had heard the same lines long before she left high school. In fact, she started hearing them when she dated Will because he wasn’t on their approved list of suitors. Honestly, that fact alone made her like Will even more, because it meant she didn’t have to put on a façade.

They didn’t get to say much more as his parents finished up, and his mother wandered over to her to start wrapping and packing up the fragile items. It was quiet work as the guys moved out furniture onto a truck, some furniture was going to their new place in Denver, but many others were being donated to other families in town who needed them.

Charlotte helped by dispensing tape for a while before growing bored and running to go supervise the guys. Venus shook her head, chuckling.

“It seems things are going pretty well with you and Will…” Winnie’s teased her. “I notice he didn’t come home until late last night.”

Venus cleared her throat, as she felt her face warm up. After their talk, they had spent a great deal of time… getting reacquainted with one another.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Winnie,” She replied her voice cracking halfway through.

“I haven’t seen him happy in a long time. Or that relaxed. He is usually always tense when he comes home, no matter who is with him or what is going on. I assume he knows what’s going on?” Winnie asked her as they taped up some boxes.

“Yeah. He knows. Told me that uhh… there are some houses up for rent around his neighborhood. I might… see into that,” She informed Winnie, her movements slowing down as she thought about it.

“What’s that big ol’ brain of yours thinking now? I can see you getting lost in your thoughts. Or should I say your insecurities,” Winnie was always able to see right through her.

“Just… worried he’s going to change his mind… about us… about Charlotte. I don’t want to live closer to him just to have my heart broken again,” Venus confessed quietly.

“I understand. You cannot tell him I ever told you this but… when you were teenagers your father said a lot of things to him. Made him feel like this relationship was only going to end in misery. He left because he thought it was best despite the fact that he was miserable without you,” Winnie’s voice dropped as well.

Venus stared at her surprised. Everything made so much more sense now. She never understood why the breakup and even though Will had told her last night that he felt like he would be disappointment, she still didn’t understand where that came from. Now she did. Her father planted seeds of doubt and the both of them suffered because of it.

He never comes home, and you're always alone

And your kids hear you cry down the hall

A few hours had passed, and they had moved furniture out of at least 3 rooms and moved them to their new homes. Will chuckled as he watched Charlotte, or Charlie as Benny has taken to calling her, played with Benny in the front yard.

Benny and Frankie had stripped off their over shirts, Benny in a tank and Frankie in a simple white tee. Will and Santi had taken their shirts off completely, all four of them trying to cool off as they rested.

Venus stepped outside at that point with an armful of water bottles. She passed one out to everyone, checking on Charlotte.

“Sweetie, why don’t you come sit in the shade for a bit,” She said bringing her over to the porch.

Charlotte got onto the porch swing, drinking from her small water bottle, with a sigh. Venus quietly looked her over, noting she looked like she had a bit of sunburn on her shoulders.

Venus looked over at the guys who were sprawled out all over the yard.

“Ya know… there’s this thing called air conditioning inside the house. If ya’ll want to crawl back inside. Drink your water… there’s also cold beer,” She tempted the four of them.

At the mention of cold beer, Benny and Santi popped up immediately, making their way inside. Frankie got up as well, but not as quickly. He chugged down his water, muttering a thanks to Venus as he joined the guys inside. Charlotte after a moment, followed them in as well, wanting to cool off.

Will, who was sitting on the steps, simply patted the spot next to him. Venus joined him with a smile, leaning against him lightly.

“So, your mom doesn’t want the four of you to strain yourselves. She wants you to take it easy tomorrow. I was thinking… maybe… we could go check out those rent houses if you were up for it,” Venus proposed, her chin resting against his bicep as she stared at him.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. Charlotte can come with or she can stay here and be doted on by her grandparents,” Will said with a small chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll want to stay here since Grandma Winnie plans to make more cookies tomorrow,” Venus said a smile on her face.

They spoke a little while longer, making plans for tomorrow, when a car pulled up to the house. A very nice and expensive car.

Venus stared at it with narrow eyes as she watched Andrew McIntosh step out.

“What are you doing here Andrew?” She asked him not bothering to stand up.

“Well. Your dear ole mother said you were refusing to answer her calls and wanted to know if you were okay. So, she asked me to come check on you,” Andrew answered looing at the house with disinterest.

“Well. I’m fine as you can see. Now leave. I don’t want to see or speak to you ever again,” Venus growled her body tensing with anger.

Will quietly placed his hand on her shoulder, before standing up.

He squared up in front of Andrew and said, “You’ve done your task, now get off my property.”

Andrew scoffed at him, “Can’t believe you. You were so desperate to get away from her. Kept claiming she was so damn clingy and needy.”

“No. That was you. I vaguely remember knocking you on your ass for it too. Seriously, get off my property before I remind you of all the times I kicked your ass when we were younger,” Will promised him.

Andrew shook his head, but even Venus could see that he was nervous, as he backed away. Andrew walked away and got back into his car, driving away.

Venus stood up as Will turned around, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“You really need to block your parents,” Will said after a moment.

“I know. She called once and then sent that shithead to come “check on me.” Most likely he’s going to go back to my mother and tell her I’m here and then I’ll get yet another phone call today. Such fun for me,” Venus said with a roll of her eyes.

Venus stared at him for a moment, before slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms went to her waist, instinctively.

“Thank you for defending my honor. I appreciate it. I regret ever dating him,” She muttered to him.

She stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed her back, deepening the kiss. They kissed for a good minute before parting. The two of them smiled at each other before heading inside, holding hands.

As the guys drank and cooled off, Venus took the opportunity to bring Charlotte to the spare bedroom and apply some soothing lotion to her shoulders before putting her down for a nap. Once she was asleep, which didn’t take long, Venus stepped back out into the living room, and took a seat next to Will as they all talked.

About 30 minutes had passed when her phone began to ring. She glanced at the screen noticing the name was Horrid Woman aka her mother. Will noticed it and motioned for her to answer it. She does so, staring at him curiously. When it connected, he hit the speaker button.

“Young lady. You have so much explaining to do. Why in the world are you with that… that… hoodlum? You are going to send me to an early grave I swear. Enough is enough. It is time for you to come home and stop this nonsense. We’ve allowed you to have your rebellious phase, but it is now time for you to grow up and act like an adult. I swear I don’t know where I went wrong with you,” Her mother’s shrill voice ranted.

“‘That hoodlum?’ Seriously mom? Can you sound more like an 80s sitcom? I am not coming home. I am not going through a phase. Stop calling. Stop sending people to check on me. I don’t want anything to do with you, or dad,” Venus spoke calmly but her rage was stirring.

“Why I never… He is no good for you. All he will do is disappoint you and break your heart again. He’s done it once before,” Her mother continued.

“Yeah. about that… tell me mother… how much shit were you and dad spewing to him when we were together? Hmm? The way I see it, I was happy, and you couldn’t control me anymore. So, you two did what you do best: destroyed everything. Got me back under your thumb for a time. Sadly, for you, I am not a teenager desperate for your love and attention. I’m blocking this number, do not call me ever again,” Venus ended the call, blocking it immediately.

Venus tossed her phone onto the coffee table, standing up and walking down the hallway needing to be alone for a minute.

Benny was the first to react, “How are her parents still that much of a nightmare?”

Will shrugged, standing up as well, searching for her. He eventually found her in the laundry room, small sniffles filling the room. He gently pulled her into his arms, holding her as she cried quietly. He often found her in a similar state when they were younger, hidden away somewhere to cry in private after an argument with her parents. He knew from past experiences, to just be there for her and let her cry.

Alarm clock starts ringin' who could that be singin'

It's me baby, with your wake up call

The rest of the evening went smoother, the guys crashed in the bedroom they had been in last night. Will and Venus crashed on the couch, curled around each other. They fell asleep together, enjoying one another’s company.

Venus woke up, with her back to Will’s chest. She opened her eyes, feeling something nudging her. She looked down to see Lottie trying to join them. She checked the time, noting it was still early morning. She repositioned herself to lie on her back and pulled Lottie onto her chest, tossing the blanket over her.

“Bad dream sweetie?” Venus quietly asked her.

Charlotte nodded once, burying her face into her chest. Will, who woke up slightly, wrapped his arms around the both of them. The 3 of them fell back to sleep for a few more hours.

Winnie woke up a bit early, getting dressed, and making her way downstairs. She stopped short when she spotted the scene that was before her on the couch. She pulled out her phone to take a photo of it. Some time in the night they had shifted to where Will was on his back, Venus tucked under one arm, and Charlotte sprawled out on his chest.

Winnie made her way into the kitchen, finding the boys in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning my boys. Ready to be my packing helpers today?” Winnie asked them, making herself a cup of coffee.

“Yes ma’am,” Santi answered, handing her a plate of food.

“One second, let me go and get my grandbaby. She’s an inch away from rolling off them and onto to the floor,” Winnie said setting her cup down next to the plate.

Winnie made her way over to them, gently waking Charlotte up as she picked her up off of Will’s chest. Charlotte grumbled a moment before rubbing at her eyes, slowly waking up.

“Good morning my sweet. Let’s go get dressed and have breakfast, hmm” Winnie cooed to her taking her to the spare bedroom.

Will woke up when he heard his mother, opening his eyes eventually. He looked down at Venus, gently waking her up too. Venus stretched gently, slowly sitting up. The two of them quietly got up and got ready for the day, parting briefly to go to separate rooms.

Will stepped out, watching with some surprise as Venus and Benny talked at the island, and were actually being civil with one another. Charlotte was with his mom, eating quietly, and his dad was talking to Santi and Frankie over coffee. He took in the moment, sighing softly.

How do like me now? Yeah

How do you like me now?

Eventually, later on that morning, Venus and Will were in his neighborhood meeting with the realtor that had been working with his parents. The realtor was an older woman named Susan, who gave off mom vibes.

Susan had about 4 houses for Venus to look at. The first two were no’s due to the amount of work that they needed to be done for both of them. The third one was small and not in the best location. The fourth one was alright, not too terrible and was down two streets from his.

“This one has 3 beds, 2 baths. Open floor space for the kitchen and living room. And of course, a nice backyard for any little ones,” Susan said as she showed them the house.

Then one appeared to be the winner; an hour later she had signed all of the necessary documents and was given the key to her new home. By the time everything was said and done, it was late in the afternoon. Will had a small idea, and instead of driving out of the neighborhood, drove her to his place.

He parked the car, and led her inside telling her, “Figured you and I could have dinner together. Catch up. Have… have some alone time.”

She smiled brightly at that, nodding her head.

Now that I'm on my way

Do you still think I'm crazy

They spent the evening together, enjoying one another’s presence. That night they slept together, exploring each other’s bodies. Since they were alone, they could be as loud as they wanted to. They fell asleep in each other’s arm, content.

When they woke up, Venus felt oddly on edge. It took her a few minutes to fully realize why she felt strange.

“As much as I like this… can we head back to your parent’s? I’m not used to being away from Charlotte for so long,” Venus requested once she thought about it.

Will nodded, understanding, “I get it. Let’s get dressed and we can head back to the house.”

They do just that, and when they pull up to the house, and make their way up to the door, Will threw his arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek.

They stepped inside, and immediately were ambushed by a small child who rapidly spoke about her day.

“Honey, you gotta slow down a bit there,” Venus laughed picking her up.

“Uncle Benny let me watch movies until midnight and we ate popcorn and candy. Uncle Santi and Frankie went to bed early, but they helped me build a blanket fort in the living room,” She repeated going slightly slower.

“Oh? Uncle Benny gave you sugar after 10pm? Oh no. That means my little gremlin will appear soon, doesn’t it?” Venus said somewhat joking but also with a hint of dread.

Charlotte had a tendency to have a sugar rush and crash, but she gets extremely grumpy when she is about to crash.

“Well. You are about to experience a potential temper tantrum,” She warned Will as Lottie wanted to go back to Benny, running.

“I’m sure I can handle it, doll. Dealt with these 3 children for the past 10 years. Trust me, nothing she does will compare to them,” Will said softly.

An hour into moving more furniture out, the dreaded crash began to take hold. Charlotte was refusing to do anything that she was asked. She would either ignore the person talking to her or she would stomp away. Venus sighed heavily as she walked after her, after Venus told her to go sit somewhere safe while the guys were lifting heavy furniture.

She finds her on the staircases, arms crossed, frowning, and staring at the floor.

“Lottie. C’mon. Let’s go sit somewhere,” Venus held out her hand for her to take.

Charlotte just shakes her head, pushing her hand away.

“Charlotte,” Venus said more firmly.

“NO!” Came her voice loudly.

Will, who was helping clear out a nearby room, heard the shout. Will walked toward the sound, spotting Venus standing there with her eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down. Venus knew it was because Charlotte was tired, but her refusing to listen to her was frustrating.

“Lottie. Can you come here sweetie?” Will asked squatting down.

Charlotte slowly walked over to him, frown still in place.

“What’s the matter? Hm? Are you tired?” Will questioned, his voice soft.

Lottie, after a moment, nodded.

“Then why don’t we go take a nap hm?” Will proposed, moving to pick her up.

“But I don’t wanna nap!” She said as she squirmed in his grip.

“Then how about we just lay down for a moment?” Will countered as they stepped into her room.

He laid her down, and even joined her on the tiny bed.

“Sweetie. You can’t be yelling at your mom, okay? She was just wanting to keep you safe. We are moving a lot of really heavy stuff. If we didn’t see you or if we lost our grip on something and you were nearby, it would really hurt you, okay?” His voice stayed soft as he spoke to her.

She nodded her head, “I’m sorry daddy.”

Will still wasn’t used to hearing her call him that. Hell, he doubted he ever will. Hearing her call him ‘dad/daddy’ made his heart swell with so much emotion.

“It’s not me you need to say that to,” He tells her.

Lottie yawned loudly, her eyes drifting she shut as she mumbled an ‘okay.’

He waited a few minutes, to make sure she was asleep, before standing up. He tucked her polka dot elephant in with her, before closing the door behind as he stepped out.

He made his way back to Venus who stared at him with wide eyes.

“Magic. You are magic. I’ve… I’ve never been able to get her to go down for a nap that easily when she’s upset,” Venus stated in disbelief.

“Told you. Dealt with grumpier children. And all 3 of them are my brothers,” Will said with a shrug.

A chorus of “hey’s” came from the other room, causing them to laugh.

Standing here today?

I couldn't make you love me

That had been about 5 months ago. In that time, Venus and Charlotte had moved into the new house and Will practically lived there. They had gone on several dates, some with Charlotte and some without. On those dates, Grandma Winnie was more than happy to spoil her “favorite grandchild.”

When Will wasn’t with them, he was still doing his lectures and meets at the VA offices. Or working with Benny during his tournaments. It felt strange to say it, but Will found himself enjoying life more. It didn’t feel like a monotonous routine; it wasn’t boring anymore.

Will was currently on his way back from a tournament that Benny came in second place. Benny was bummed out and had planned to meet up with Santiago to go drinking. Will was tired, having been up since 3 am and wanting nothing more than to just collapse into a bed. He had planned on going to his home but found himself turning onto Venus’ street.

He pulled up to the house, parking with a heavy sigh. He got out of his car, walking up to the door and knocking twice. A minute passed and the door swung opened revealing Venus who was in just a silk nightgown.

“Hey, I heard about the tournament. How’s Benny doing?” She asked as she let him inside.

“Upset but that’s nothing new. He’ll be fine by morning. Is Lottie asleep?” Will questioned noting how quiet the house was despite it being 8pm.

“Grandma Winnie decided she wanted to steal her for the night. Something about a Disney movie marathon? So… It’s just us,” She explained softly, biting her lip.

“Oh… is that so?” Will smirked as he slid his hands around her waist.

He swiftly picked her up and carried her to her room, wanting to take advantage of this time. Her giggles sounded down the hallway before turning into moans as they landed on her bed.

Despite the fact that they’ve been dating almost 5 months, they haven’t been able to do anything too salacious without something interrupting them.

Tonight, apparently would be no different. Will had just tossed off his shirt and was working her nightgown off when a phone rang. Will collapsed with a groan, Venus growling loudly in annoyance.

Venus reached over to grab her phone and answered it with a sigh, “Hello?”

“Hey honey, I am so sorry to interrupt but I wanted you to know that Charlotte is running a fever. I gave her some children’s Tylenol, but she keeps asking for you and Will. He wouldn’t happen to be there with you, would he?” Came Winnie’s worried voice.

“Shit. Yeah. He’s with me. We’ll be over in a little bit,” Venus replied sitting up with Will.

“No need. I am on my way already. She was very adamant that only your chicken noodle soup would help,” Winnie said with a weak laugh.

“Okay. We’ll be here,” Venus said as she hung up. “Lottie has a fever. Your mom is bringing her back.”

“Was she feeling bad when she left?” Will asked as he threw his shirt back on.

“She had said she felt like her nose was stuffed but I figured it was just allergies. She didn’t say anything else was wrong,” Venus answered, concern lacing her features.

“Well, we will make her some soup and go from there. C’mon,” Will nodded, kissing her cheek trying to assure her.

The two of them got up, and made their way into the kitchen, fixing themselves up as they moved. It didn’t take long for a knock to sound on the door. Will, leaving Venus to heat up soup, answered it.

“Hey ma,” He greeted before turning his attention to Lottie in her arms. “Hey lil bug. What’s wrong my sweet girl?”

He gently took her from his mother’s arms and held her close as she sniffled.

“Don’t feel good,” Charlotte whispered, her voice sounding scratchy.

“Ohno. Well. Momma’s making soup and then you are going to bed,” Will told her as he walked into the kitchen.

His mother came in and told Venus when she gave Charlotte medicine and symptoms and such. Once she was done with that, she made her way back home.

Charlotte quietly ate her soup when it was done, coughing once or twice. She finished about 20 minutes later before turning to Venus, holding her arms out to her. Venus, with a soft smile, picked her up and carried her to Lottie’s room, tucking her in softly.

Will was waiting for Venus in her room when she stepped inside.

“You know she’s going to be in here in like 20 minutes, right?” Will joked as the both of them crawled under the covers.

“I know. Habit to just tuck her into her own bed. Plus, she might not, she was practically asleep when I laid her down,” Venus said as she laid down on her side, curling up to Will who was on his back.

Will hummed quietly in response as the two of them laid there in comfortable silence.

15 minutes later, Venus was asleep, and Will was almost there too when he felt a small tug on his side of the blanket. He looked down to see Charlotte quietly staring up at him. He leaned down slightly, picking her up and letting her crawl under the covers. She collapsed onto his chest, one arm firmly holding her polka dot elephant.

She was out in seconds, and as Will wrapped his other arm around her, he looked at the both of them. His beautiful daughter and the woman he was falling back in love with.

He never imagined this. He never thought he would have this: a family to call his own. He loved it far more than he would ever admit.

But I always dreamed about living in your radio

How do you like me now?

It has been a year since Venus re-entered his life with Charlotte. Since then, Will had moved into her house and sold his old place.

The three of them were currently getting ready to go out to dinner with the guys. It didn’t take very long for them to get dressed and on the road.

They arrived at the restaurant, joining the guys with smiles. Frankie had Isabella with him, who was giggling happily when she saw Charlotte. The two of them became fast friends and had play dates often.

Charlotte sat in Will’s lap and gently played with Isabella who was in a highchair. Venus and Will ordered their drinks before looking over the menu.

The guys chatted happily with them, ordering their meals as they talked.

Lottie gently tugged at Venus’s hand, quietly telling her she needed to go potty. Venus took Lottie to the bathroom, swiftly.

“So… when you going to propose to her?” Frankie asked casually as he took a sip of his beer.

“Soon. I got the ring earlier today,” Will said with a small smile.

“Real question is which one of us is going to be the best man?” Benny asked with a smirk.

“She’s gotta say yes, first, dumbass. Then I’ll decide which of you asses will be my best man,” Will laughed.

Charlotte popped up next to him a second later.

“Daddy. Mommy looks mad,” Charlotte tells him, looking over at her.

Will’s head whipped over to look at Venus who had been stopped by Andrew McIntosh, his hand gripping her arm tightly. Will sat Charlotte on Benny’s lap, muttering for her to stay there.

Will strolled over to them, his fists clenching.

“Andrew. Get your hands off of her,” Will commanded him, his rage brewing.

Venus held a hand up to him, gently telling him to stop.

Venus looked at Andrew and said, “Stop bothering me. Stop reporting to my mother. Leave me alone.”

Venus ripped his hand off of her arm. When Andrew tried to reach for her again, Venus threw a punch out at him, a sickening crack sounding as she broke his nose. Andrew groaned as he held his nose, blood oozing from it. Andrew glared at her, moving to go after her, but Will stepped in between them.

“You put your hands on her again and a broken nose will be the least of your concerns,” Will warned him.

Andrew huffed, walking away with a glare.

Will turned to her and checked her over really quickly.

“You okay?” He asked her, his eyes examining her arm.

“Yeah. I’m good. Been wanting to do that since we were 7,” Venus said with a laugh as they walked back over to the table.

Will shook his head, smirking.

Dinner went without any further incident and they made their way back home. Charlotte wanted to watch a movie, so Will put on Beauty and the Beast for her.

As she watched it, Will and Venus stood in the kitchen quietly talking.

“What did he say to you?” Will asked her.

“Same old bullshit. I’ve learned to not care about it anymore. I have you and Lottie. That’s all I want and need,” Venus answered with an eyeroll.

Will looked at her for a moment before reaching into his pocket, pulling out the small velvet box he had hidden in there.

He gently opened it, presenting the ring inside.

“I was planning on doing this more romantically but… I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to call the both of you mine. That is… if you’re up for that,” He began, hesitating.

Venus stared at him in surprise, not expecting this.

She gently pulled the ring out of its box, looking at it for a moment, before slipping it onto her left hand.

“Yeah. I’m up for that. Shall we go tell our daughter?” Venus asked smiling brightly.

“In a moment,” Will muttered pulling her in close, kissing her softly.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he would be proposing to the girl he was in love with from high school, he would’ve thought they were insane. However, he wouldn’t have traded this for the world. He had his daughter and the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Tell me, baby

I will preach on

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New Year’s and Supernatural 600 Follower Challenge

Come one, come all! To those of you who have been here-- why? (But THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU.) To those of you just tuning in, welcome to my corner of the Internet. You are welcome and you are valid, no matter your labels. We’re all family here. This challenge is all-inclusive and hate-free. After a year like 2020, we could all use a little pick-me-up.

Are you a writer, gif-maker, art enthusiast, musical magician, candlestick maker or Misha Collins?? Then check it out--I’m doing a thing! Below you will find some rules and prompts, but most of all, have fun.

Must be following me (it is a follower celebration after all)

Please list your warnings and tag them when you post.

Add a “Keep Reading” if your post is over 500 words.

You can pair this challenge with anything else, and I don’t mind if your entry is part of an established series!

No word limit. Have more of a headcanon? Okay. Have a 500k word novel? Okay.

You may write or create whatever you wish, but due to personal limitations, I will only read:

Reader inserts/ofc paired with Sam, Dean, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, or Gadreel

Ships: Sabriel, Sastiel, Destiel, DeanBenny, Saileen, Megstiel, anyone with Donna <3

Non-pairings and vintage Winchesters or Castiel are okay. (Tell me about a thing that happened when they were growing up)

Threesomes and moresomes are good as well

Things that make me squick: degradation, a/b/o, wincest, underage.

Things that make me happy: Winchester sandwiches, crack fics, dark fics, Destiel, sex pollen, and MOTW.

“Overused” tropes are welcomed and encouraged! (Looking at you, @thinkinghardhardlythinking) Remember, they are popular for a reason--people like to read them. Lay your weary insecurities to rest my wayward peeps.

This can be as fluffy, smutty, angsty, cracky or as dark as you want it to be (please tag for trigger warnings!)

It doesn’t have to be a fic. It can be any kind of art! Digital, Traditional, Musical, Video, etc.

WRITE AND CREATE WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. Even if it’s not my jam, you are valid and welcome here! ALL entries will be reblogged and included on the masterlist.

Send an ask with the following:

Your new year’s resolutions (if you want to share)

Choose one situation and one song OR lyric from the lists below. Up to two people per prompt.

Inspired by a few things? Why settle? You can send multiple requests. Please send a new ask with each new selection.

Tag #cajunsuper600challenge within the first five tags. If I haven’t reblogged it within 3 days, submit it to me and/or shoot me a message!

To be a part of the Challenge Masterlist, please post and tag me on or before Mardi Gras! (Tuesday, February 16, 2021)

Situations:

Singing in the Shower @anaelsbrunette

Fixing up the Car @utopia-winchester

Wrestling Match

Drag Race

Kicked out of a Library @ilysm-mybabybrother

Learning to Drive @katelynw93 @gia-25

Supply Run

Movie Night @scoobydean

Game Night @mercurialkitty

Patching up after a hunt @msmarvelouswinchester

Fishing @wonder-cole

Monster of the Week @carryonmywaywardcaptain

First Encounter @chevyharvelle @writethelifeyouwant

Awkward Coffee @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Handcuffs

(and)

Songs:

Ramble On- Led Zeppelin

Back in Black- ACDC

Tuesday’s Gone- Lynyrd Skynyrd @graciehams

The Chain- Fleetwood Mac @scoobydean

Born on the Bayou- Credence Clearwater @wonder-cole

Heaven and Hell- Black Sabbath

When the Levee Breaks- Led Zeppelin @writethelifeyouwant

Houses of the Holy- Led Zeppelin

The Unforgiven- Metallica

Dream On- Aerosmith

**Bonus: 11. House of the Rising Sun- The Animals (@wonder-cole, you devious heathen I love you) @anaelsbrunette

(or)

Lyrics:

“Hold the day/ Oh we pray/ To make it through the night”

“Even the fires on the road/ Trying to get away/ And all the stars seem on a roll/ Out of control today”

“I wear this crown of thorns/ Upon my liar's chair/ Full of broken thoughts/ I cannot repair” @ilysm-mybabybrother

“Blastin' out to Johnny Cash/ Headin' for the highway/ Baby, we ain't ever comin' back”

“I saw the light in the sunrise/ Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside/ Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine”

“There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown/ There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown/ But I'd be yours if you'd be mine” @thinkinghardhardlythinking

“I wrestled long with my youth/ We tried so hard to live in the truth/ But do not tell me all is fine/ When I lose my head, I lose my spine”

“I can’t drown my demons/ They know how to swim” @carryonmywaywardcaptain @msmarvelouswinchester

“I stand on the ash of all I've ever loved/ Memories of a broken heart/ Now I'm alone in the dark.” @chevyharvelle

“Weep not for roads untraveled/ Weep not for sights unseen/ May your love never end and if you need a friend,/ There's a seat here alongside me” @mercurialkitty @katelynw93

(NO Pressure Tagging)

WAYWARD PEEPS:

@carryonmywaywardcaptain @manawhaat @supernatural-jackles @jensen-jarpad @wheresthekillswitch @bummblebeeblue @nothin-after-79-blog @docharleythegeekqueen @fangirl-writing-fiction @inmysparetime0 @impala-dreamer @arryn-nyxx @idk-life01 @attorneyl @deathtonormalcy56 @xwing-baby @wonder-cole @itsangelpie @thinkinghardhardlythinking

ANGST BABES:

@trexrambling @abbessolute @emptywithout

ALL ABOUT THAT DEAN:

@akshi8278 @will-winchester

Others Who May Be Interested:

If you are tagged here then you are either a favorite writer/artist of mine or were recently prominent in my tags or both :) *please let me know if you would like to be removed*

@idksupernatural @jellydeans @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @wanderingcas @idabbleincrazy @icecream-and-gadreel @thatmotleygirl @starrynightdeancas @that-one-gay-girl @on-a-bender @tearsofgrace @galaxycastiel @chaoticdean @the-chief-moosekateer @chevyharvelle @scoobydean @winchester-reload @moosewinchester @writethelifeyouwant @antifacas @caughtaghostsomehow @amionthetumbler @sloth-with-y-yo-a-ti-cas @rowdyhooliganism @katelynw93 @anaelsbrunette @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me @friedchickenangelwings @baconcheeseburger @seffersonjtarship @deanwinchesterswitch @heller-jensen @rainbowscas @myeyesarenotblue @i-do-know-and-idc @joined-at-the-everything @deanacasa @mercurialkitty @deanwanddamons @ilovebeingintroverted @fandommaniacx @lunaravenwillow @luci-in-trenchcoats @negans-lucille-tblr @smol-and-grumpy @graciehams @stusbunker @tlakhtwritesdestiel @waywardjoy @waywardbaby @wayward-and-worn @fangirlonamission @ughcas @herstarburststories @crashdevlin @thoughtslikeaminefield @mummybear @msmarvelouswinchester @atc74 @cockslut-padalecki @kittenofdoomage @there-must-be-a-lock @thecleverdame @katymacsupernatural @valleydean @thefriendlypigeon @impalaimagining @lizleeships @mariekoukie6661 @sunforgrace @gabester-sketch

#cajunsuper600challenge #writing challenge #art challenge #supernatural #writing prompts #art prompts #spn family #tfw3.0

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sinsbymanka · 3 years

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Hello!! It is @rare-egg-hunt month which means we are officially celebrating all our Solas rare pairs!

If you're following this blog you may be somewhat aware I've been "painting" my eggs all through March. Starting next Monday I'm going to be pushing out a multichaptered story built around 12 of the prompts from the Rare Egg Hunt. It's called Cheating the Dread Wolf and will focus on the post-Trespasser love story of Maria Cadash, Solas, and Varric Tethras.

Maria Cadash hung up the Inquisitor's mantle for the Viscountess' crown, but she's unable to stop her desperate and impossible struggle to stop Fen'Harel from destroying the world both her husband and daughter inhabit. The fact Varric, Maria, and Solas are all madly in love with each other just means she may have enough of an edge to win this game.

In other words, everyone is poly and happy but first there's some shit they've gotta go through. I promise there will be angst, fluff, smut, dad Varric, dad Solas, and mama Cadash. Plus an absolutely ADORABLE baby as a treat.

I also have a playlist to go with it! Here's a list of all my songs and why I've picked them as a sneak peek!

Things That Stop You Dreaming by Passenger

If you can't be what you want You learn to be the things you're not If you can't get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming Oh the things that stop you dreaming

The PINING at the beginning of this story is outrageous. It is honestly a sequel to two fics, the first of which was written by the lovely @blarfkey who inspired, enable, and beta'd this entire project. (seriously. It would never have happened without her and I owe her so much for the idea and the love she's poured into it alongside me).

The two fics can be found in the series Three Liars Mend Broken Hearts on AO3. It shows the way Solas and Maria can't seem to stay away from each other and the ill advised sexy times that happens as a result (yes these are both smut with plot and feelings). So by the time we start Cheating the Dread Wolf they've already acted on their feelings even though they shouldn't and they're all a bit of a mess.

Rest of the playlist below!

Never Really Over by Katy Perry

Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best? Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

I revisit the theme of not being able to let go and move on a lot in this story - in both good and bad ways. Varric, in particular, is completely unwilling to give up on Solas no matter what. Solas is unable to let go of his past. Maria can’t let go of her distrust. It’s all a mess.

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

So we hide away and never tell You decide, if darkness knows you well That lesson of love, all that it was I need you to see You got that power over me

This is such a good smut song. I will live and die on this hill. It’s on my smut playlist too. ANYWAY. This is a good song for Maria and Solas. Also. Smut.

That Man by Caro Emerald

Ooh that man is like a flame And ooh that man plays me like a game My only sin is I can't win Ooh I wanna love that man

This is a recommendation from @blarfkey and is the quintessential Varric romance song. I picked this one for a very specific chapter where Varric in effect tricks Solas into a tea party with him and Varric and Maria’s daughter.

Hold My Girl by George Ezra

I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl

This is actually for a chapter that mostly focuses on parenthood and how it brings our trio together. It’s very angsty and heartwrenching and I love it so much.

You are the Reason by Calum Scott

I don't wanna hide no more I don't wanna cry no more Come back I need you to hold me (You are the reason) Be a little closer now Just a little closer now Come a little closer I need you to hold me tonight

This is THE OT3 song and the unofficial theme song of this fucking fic. I have listened to it on repeat more than anything else on this playlist.

Me and the Devil by the Fratellis

Tell one last beautiful lie for me Make all your promises rhyme for me Keep me in line but do it honestly Make it real, make it slow, stay alive for me Come on, babe where the line goes dead I'll be fire, I'll be rain, I'll be joy, I'll be dread Come on, baby don't be shy All I want is you and I Out on the street I'll be every face There'll be no man alive That can take my place

This song just gives me Solas related chills. I cannot with it. These two verses in particular scream Varric, Solas, and Maria. This is also on the playlist at approximately the part of the story where shit starts going down. Also another @blarfkey recommendation.

Move by Saint Motel

This girl, this beautiful girl, with eyes the size of the o-o-ocean. This man, this dutiful man, he's got these mixed up emo-o-o-tions. I want it, can't have it. Oh I can hardly stand it. Oh what's a man to do... Gotta get up, I gotta get up. Move!

A recent addition to this playlist thanks to @paisleybees who sent this to me as I was writing a chapter that fit it PERFECTLY. I actually picture it as a Varric/Solas song for this work.

Monster by Paramore

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world From turning into a monster and eating us alive Don't you ever wonder how we survive? Well now that you’re gone, the world is ours

Another “shit is getting real” song and another @blarfkey recommendation. This is a McFighterson Cadash song for sure. It’s also what I picture for the sole action sequence in this fic.

Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars

You only know what I want you to I know everything you don't want me to Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine You think your dreams are the same as mine Oh I don't love you but I always will

Enemies and Lovers. Enemies and lovers. Need I say more?! This is SUCH a good song for that trope!

Silence by Marshmello (featuring Khalid)

I found peace in your violence Can't tell me there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long I found peace in your violence Can't tell me there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

Circling back around to themes of letting go and holding on. This kind of starts the happy ending bit of this work (YES I SWEAR THERE’S A HAPPY ENDING).

This Year’s Love by David Gray

This year's love had better last 'Cause who's to worry if our hearts get torn When that hurt gets thrown Don't ya know this life goes on? Won't ya kiss me on that midnight street? Sweep me off my feet Singing, "ain't this life so sweet?"

HAPPY ENDING. A bittersweet but ultimately hopeful one <3

Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark I am flesh and I am bone Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting ting, like glitter

This is for the epilogue. It’s called the Dread Wolf Cub Rises and I refuse to give any other details.

BONUS

Problem by Natalia Kills

I'm your dream girl This is real love But you know what they say about me... That girl is a problem Girl is a problem Girl is a problem problem

Bea Cadash shows up a lot in this fic with her background sweet angel boyfriend Cole. There’s been a couple times where I need to write Bea and this is just the perfect song to capture her goddamn attitude.

Anyway! Happy egg hunting!

#Spotify #manka writes #manka does playlists #cheating the dread wolf #RareEggHunt2021 #solas #female cadash #varric tethras #female cadash/solas/varric tethras #maria cadash #song recs

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wild-aloof-rebel · 4 years

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hi, i was just curious, i know that david and patrick do not want to have kids, but i was wondering if there are fics out there anyway where they do? or maybe just fics of them babysitting roland jr. or something? thank you!

there are def a bunch

here are some with other people’s kids (babysitting, being uncles, etc.)...

Mini-Button by TuppingLiberty

Married Without Children series by MoreHuman

Feat of Engineering by Distractivate

Past the Stars on Silver Wings by fishyspots

Babysitting (orphaned work)

Rock Me Baby by GossamarGus

Pottery by sloganeer (and a few other pieces of this series, too)

this is not a temporary love by enablelove

take your joy in me by chthonicheart

stars & boulevards series by singsongsung (specifically from part 2 onward)

Ray’s Little Angels by JustWaiting23

Wild and Free by Hollandzeis

let me hold your crown, babe series by earnmysong

Moira’s Roses’ by Streetlamp_Sunset

ma chérie series by yellowpygmypuffs

. . .

and here are some about either/both of them having their own...

The number one rule by cromarty

nobody gets left behind. by falconeggs

friends & family discount by etben

Six Pounds, Ten Ounces by Erandri

Hold On Tightly by TayTay4936

baby steps by blueink3

World of Dreams by MadAlien

They Didn’t Have You Where I Come From by HolmesApothecary

Take it From Your Heart, Put it in Your Hand by thewayulook2night

I Hope You Know Somebody Loves You by lucianowriter

i’ve been watching you by nerdytardis

joy so pure by beanierose

Cashmere by betterlate

Unconditional by klainewarblers

It Takes a Village by DisgruntledPelican

The Fundamental Things Apply by princesstigerlily

Never Grow Up by lucianowriter

Last Dance by bluejay_unit

A (hypothetical) tiny version of your favourite person by paleredheadinascifi

Start of Something Good by khughes830

Denim and Rosebuds by Streetlamp_Sunset

Princess of Schitt’s Creek series by GingerAnn

A Bushel of Roses series by metalshootingstar

David and Patrick: Disaster Dads series by davidpatricks, deathbysandblk, imbrokelyn99, lucianowriter, and maybesandsomedays

#anon #replies #fic finding lists #kid fics #your friendly neighborhood fic finding service

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marvelislove10 · 3 years

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Promiscuous

In which Aaron falls in love, Amelia plays ball, and the Tveits get drunk.

Y’all. After about 15 million years on this website I finally discovered how to do “read more” haha. So enjoy a tumblr post version of the next fic! (Although I’ll also post the AO3 link like usual). P.s. totally retconned myself but I could care less. Enjoy!

It was an honest accident.

After being a bit too cavalier with protection once Aaron had received a clean bill of health from the doctors, they endeavored to be more responsible. Things had been going really well. Amelia’s period arrived like clockwork for months.

Until one month before the reopening of Moulin Rouge, it didn’t.

She blamed Tam. He and his wife had taken to inviting Aaron and Amelia over for drinks. One night, one thing lead to another and she and Aaron had wound tangled up together in their bed.

And against their front door.

And on their couch.

Even though they both had been thoroughly intoxicated, she had some pretty vivid memories from that night. The thought of it alone made her toes curl. But two weeks later, her period never came.

Mary had brought them the pregnancy tests and made herself scarce. When they saw the positive sign on the three different tests, she couldn’t deny it any longer. Aaron had actually cried with happiness.

Those were the memories that she tried to remember as she vomited for the second time that morning.

“Babe.”

Aaron knocked softly against the bathroom door.

“Yeah?”

“We gotta go.”

“Ok. Shit. Hold on.”

Aaron gathered her coat and her purse as she cleaned herself up.

“Alright, let’s go.”

She put on her coat and threw her purse over her shoulder. He handed her a coffee mug full of ginger ale.

“Oh bless you.” She said gratefully.

“Least I can do for the mother of my child.”

She smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss her.

On their way to the theater, Amelia had a million thoughts going through her mind. But it wasn’t until they reached the front door that she froze.

“It’ll be ok Ames. They’re all going to be over the moon.”

“I know. It’s just going to make it feel real now that we’re going to tell more people than just our parents.”

He kissed her temple.

“I get it but we’re in this together.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She kissed him deeply as heat pooled in her lower body.

“Amelia.” He cautioned, not wanting to upset her.

“I know, I know. Sorry. My hormones are all over the place.”

“Later. I promise. They’ll be mad if we’re late on the first day back.”

She nodded reluctantly but smiled when he pecked her lips. They walked through the halls as they made their way to the auditorium for the meeting with the entire Moulin Rouge team.

“Shit.” Amelia swore.

Aaron stopped cold.

“What?! What’s wrong??”

“Oh sorry Aar. I just realized something.”

She rubbed her chest.

“What?”

“Costuming is going to kill me.”

Aaron laughed.

“Why?”

“Well aside from the impending baby bump that we’re somehow going to have to hide even though I’m always wearing lingerie, my boobs are already huge.”

He laughed again.

“Are they really?”

He made no attempt to hide his gaze as he surveyed her chest. She hit him but he just grabbed her forearm so he could pull her closer for a kiss.

“I thought you said later.” She muttered against his lips.

He harrumphed in discontent.

“Don’t remind me.”

She giggled.

“Aaron! Amelia! Welcome back! Are you coming?”

Aaron pecked the crown of her head.

“Yeah we’re coming.”

They entered the packed auditorium and were greeted loudly by the cast and the rest of the team.

Amelia kissed Aaron’s cheek as she took her seat in the second row while he, understandably, sat in the front.

The meeting was long. They had a lot to catch up on, of course. Amelia, thankfully, only had to get up once to be sick. She thought that hadn’t distracted anyone but when she broke out the somewhat illicit saltines that definitely drew attention to her.

“Does anyone have any questions?” Alex asked.

Aaron subtly turned his head towards her and she shook her head. She wanted to let everyone ask their relevant questions before she would inevitably blow up the meeting with their announcement.

“Anyone else?”

Amelia took a deep breath and raised her hand.

“Yes, Amelia?”

Aaron turned his head so fast that she was afraid he was going to hurt himself. She just smiled at him nervously and he smiled warmly back.

“I just have an announcement to make.”

Everyone was staring at her and for a split second she was terrified.

“I uh I’m pregnant. And Aaron’s well he’s the father.” She said nervously.

The initial silence was deafening. She looked at Aaron in alarm fleetingly.

But she had no reason to be nervous as everyone lost their minds with excitement. Before she knew it both she and Aaron were being swallowed by their castmates and the crew.

However, it was Karen who made her laugh hardest. She flicked her in the shoulder after hugging Amelia for a solid five minutes.

“Ow! What was that for?” She yelled rubbing her smarting arm.

“Of course Aaron’s the father, you weirdo!”

Amelia died laughing at that.

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Amelia was so excited to do this concert series with Aaron. It had been a long time coming. They had talked about it for years but now it had finally come to fruition.

And they were sure as hell going to have fun with it, if the first song was any indication.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! It is my pleasure to introduce Amelia and Aaron Tveit.”

Amelia followed Aaron out onto the stage, admiring his ass in his tight jeans.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming tonight. We’ve got a great set for you.” Aaron said, waving hello to the crowd.

Aaron tossed Amelia her microphone and she caught it gracefully.

“This song is 100% unorthodox but it’s after dark and I think we all deserve to have a little fun. That’s what music’s all about anyway right?”

The crowd cheered and Amelia walked over to Aaron. She pressed her back firmly against Aaron’s front. He wrapped his free hand around her hips while the other held his mic.

“Am I throwing you off?” She asked.

“Nope.”

She smirked at him.

“Didn’t think so.”

“How you doin’ young lady? That feeling that you giving really drives me crazy. You don’t have a play about the joke. I was at a loss for words first time that we spoke.”

Amelia not so subtly ground her body against his as she moved to the strong beat of the song.

“You lookin for a girl that’ll treat you right? You lookin for her in the daytime with the light?”

Aaron’s hand left her hip and drifted across her body seductively, making her shiver.

“You might be the type if I play my cards right. I’ll find out by the end of the night.”

She spun out of Aaron’s hold, grinning widely at him. This was fun.

“You expect me to just let you hit it?” She pointed to him as she sang, a faux offended look on her face.

“But will you still respect me if you get it?”

Aaron snagged her free left hand as he teased with the next few lines.

“All I can do is try, gimme one chance. What’s the problem?”

He partially leaned down toward her as he sang the next line.

“I don’t see no ring on your hand.”

She couldn’t help but laugh when he leaned down and kissed the rings that adorned her finger.

“I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.”

She separated herself from him after he had kissed her and danced off to the side on her own for a moment while he sang before turning back to Aaron.

“You wanna get in my world, get lost in it?” She asked, cocking her head.

“Boy, I’m tired of runnin’, let’s walk for a minute.”

She crooked her finger, beckoning him to her. He crossed the stage in a few strides which allowed them to sing together.

“Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I’m all alone, and it’s you that I want.”

“Promiscuous boy, you already know. That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?”

Aaron stepped up to her as he sang the next line.

“Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me.”

He dragged his pointer finger from her temple and down her cheek, his eyes darkening as he did so. He took hold of her chin in his hand as he sang his last line.

“You know what I want, and I got what you need.”

“Promiscuous boy, let’s get to the point. Cause we’re on a roll, you ready?”

She spun away from Aaron to face the crowd as they kept singing the song. Aaron was a decent dancer but Amelia was better so periodically throughout the song she found herself dancing alone much to Aaron’s amusement.

It was certainly a bit of a dirty song to open with but they found they didn’t really care. They just enjoyed flirting and performing with each other. It was fun to tease each other and the audience.

They neared the end of the song and found themselves in much the same position that they had started in.

Aaron held a hand out to her as he sang which she took.

“Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I’m all alone, and it’s you that I want.”

Aaron reeled her in slowly as she sang back, a lewd look on his face as he did so.

“Promiscuous boy, I’m callin’ ya name. But you’re drivin me crazy the way you’re makin’ me wait.

“Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.”

“Promiscuous boy, you’re one and the same. So we don’t gotta play games no more.”

Amelia sang the outro with her bottom firmly pressed against Aaron’s front. He had to keep his eyes firmly trained on the crowd instead of looking straight down his wife’s top.

He knew she could tell that he was struggling because she was looking up at him coquettishly through her eye lashes. He wanted to kiss the look right off her face.

Aaron cleared his throat noticeably.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to our show.”

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Amelia was tucked firmly into Aaron’s side, his arm slung over her shoulder as she chatted with Karen, who was sitting in a chair beside her, at the loud bar.

They had all taken a much needed night off and went to the bar after the show to blow off some steam. Amelia was only a few drinks away from feeling the need to dance which would inevitably involve dragging a reluctant Aaron with her. Granted she knew most of his reluctance was just for show, she just loved to tease him for being a stick in the mud. Really, he was the life of the party just as much as she was.

Every so often he would twist his fingers into the bottom of her braid and pull. The subtle PDA made her warm from head to toe. In response, she would snuggle her body closer into his side.

Amelia continued to chat with Karen as Aaron finished his beer.

“Oh.” He winced.

She turned to him in concern.

“Babe?”

“I’m fine. I just really need the bathroom now.”

She pouted at the thought of having to move from beneath his hold but slide out of the booth anyway.

“Well since I’m up, anyone want another drink?”

The assembled cast all but screamed at her.

“Oh my God. One at a time.”

“Shots!” Danny yelled.

“Shots?”

All of the yelling seemed to be in agreement with the suggestion.

“Ok. Two rounds?”

Everyone yelled at her again.

“Oh my God. Stop screaming! Y’all are impossible.” She said, clearly teasing.

Karen just shoved her away and toward the direction of the bar. Amelia worked her way through the crowd and finally made it to the front.

“Hey, can I order two rounds of shots for the big group in the corner.”

The bartender acknowledged her request, taking down how many shots they would need and asking what type of alcohol they wanted.

“Ok you’re all set.”

“Cool. You can put it on the Tveit tab.”

“Aaron?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok we’ll bring them over to you all.”

“Thanks!”

Amelia made her way back to their group and found that somehow the bar was more packed than when she had left.

She was finally able to see over the throng of people and spotted her castmates. She was a tiny person so that was no mean feat. She was only a few steps away when suddenly someone grabbed her ass.

She spun around expecting to see Aaron and was deeply alarmed when a stranger was staring lewdly at her.

“Hey! What the hell was that?” She yelled indignantly.

“Just trying to get your attention sexy.”

Amelia’s skin crawled at the comment.

“By grabbing my ass?”

She heard her castmates quiet behind her as she continued to raise her voice.

The guy tried to snag Amelia around the waist and she took several steps back.

“She’s married arsehole.” Tam yelled.

She looked over to see the entire cast watching the situation with concern.

“What was that?”

“He said, I’m married asshole.” She said, irritated.

She shouldn’t have bothered but she held out her left hand anyway, brandishing her engagement and wedding rings in the man’s face.

“Well I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Dude. Seriously. Take a fucking hint.”

“Excuse me?” The man said.

She could see the anger crossing his face.

“I said take the fucking hint. I’m not interested.”

“Amelia?”

She had never been so happy to hear Aaron’s voice in her life. She may be a fairly independent person but that didn’t change the fact that this asshole was at least 10 inches taller than her.

“Hey Babe.” She said, trying to maintain a calm tone.

Aaron not so subtly stepped in front of her, separating her from the jerk. Amelia rolled her eyes as the guy puffed up his chest. He wasn’t even cute.

“Can I help you?” Aaron asked with an eyebrow raised.

“We were just talking man.”

Aaron didn’t hide his skepticism well. She slipped a hand into Aaron’s and tugged against him gently.

“Aar. C’mon.”

He turned around slowly and faced their assembled group. He grabbed her hand tighter and pulled her towards their table.

“Have a good night asshole.” She said as she flipped him off.

“You don’t talk to me that way, bitch.”

Amelia should have calmed down and thought this through. But she didn’t. She just reacted.

“Excuse me?” She yelled, deeply offended.

She didn’t even see the punch coming. One second it was ok and the next her head was snapping back with the force of the blow.

Chaos erupted around her as she stumbled and then tripped towards the ground. Aaron sprung on the jerk, wasting no time in throwing a punch back to defend his wife.

“Aaron! No. Don’t!” She yelled.

She tried to stand to keep Aaron from beating the shit out of the guy but swayed.

“Woah.”

“Hey, hey. We got you.”

Karen flocked to Amelia’s side and pulled her away from the scrum. Tam and Ricky meanwhile were flying in as she saw Aaron throwing punches at the guy.

“Wait-Aaron. He can’t get arrested.”

“Tam’s got it. He’ll be fine.”

Karen and Holly hustled Amelia out of the bar.

“It fucking hurts Karen.” Amelia said close to tears.

“I know babe.”

Karen was inspecting the blow to Amelia’s head while Holly held up her phone flashlight.

“I want my husband.” She whimpered.

Now fully removed from the situation, Amelia was just miserable, in pain and a bit drunk.

“I’m going! I’m going! Dude, Tam! Stop shoving.”

The women looked over to see Tam and Ricky pushing Aaron bodily out of the bar.

“Where the hell is my wife?”

“Aaron!” She yelled.

Their eyes connected and he hurried over to her side. Karen and Holly wisely got out of his way.

“Let me see. Are you bleeding?”

“No.”

Aaron didn’t look great himself. His lip was split, there was a decent bruise on his cheek and his dominant hand was all bloodied.

He analyzed her quickly, turning her head gently back and forth to assess the damage.

“Oh my baby.” He said softly.

She whimpered as he took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I should have done more to protect you.”

“I shouldn’t have provoked him.”

Aaron buried his face in her hair.

“Don’t you dare, Amelia Tveit. He had no right to hit a woman and you know that.”

“I should have punched him the second he grabbed my ass.”

Aaron gave a short chuckle at that.

“Can we go home?” She whispered.

“Yeah baby. Of course we can.”

Aaron pushed back and kissed her lightly. With his split lip even that was difficult though.

“Car’s on its way.” Ricky said, answering their unspoken question.

“What about-“

“Tam’s closing your tab and we dealt with security. We’re not going to have to deal with the cops or anything unless the jackass presses charges.”

Amelia shuddered at the thought.

“I did try to stop you, you know. Alex is gonna kill us.” She said.

“Alex can deal with it. I was never going to let you fend for yourself like that.”

She smiled up at him gratefully and placed a gently kiss on the edge of his jaw.

“I love you Aaron Tveit. You’re amazing.”

“I love you too Ames. Always will.”

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Amelia rolled out of bed reluctantly, pulling her tangled hair out of her face. She had a slight, nagging headache when she woke up. One of the many pleasures of pregnancy.

She walked into the bathroom to find Aaron already in there, hair still wet and with a towel around his waist.

“Morning.” She said, her voice hoarse.

“Good morning beautiful.”

He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him.

“I’ve got morning breathe.”

“You really think I care?” He asked, smiling at her.

He leaned back in and kissed her deeply. For a split second, she felt a spike in desire. It was a welcome feeling as her libido had been woefully small with all the morning sickness. But unfortunately, the desire gave way to dizziness and she had to pull away.

“Sorry got a bit dizzy.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Don’t apologize. How’d you two sleep?”

“Pretty well. It should help me get through tonight.”

He made a noise of understanding.

She turned away to turn on the shower and faced him again.

“You know we could have showered together and saved some water.”

He smiled at her again and ran a hand through her hair.

“You needed the sleep. Plus I didn’t want to be tempted.”

Amelia frowned at the last part. Their sex life has definitely suffered in the last few weeks. She felt bad about it.

“I’m-“

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, ok? We can have sex again whenever you’re comfortable with it.”

She continued to frown.

“Stop frowning.” He said.

He reached for her and pushed her lips into a smile making her giggle.

“There’s my girl.” He said, softly.

“You know maybe now that the morning sickness is going away we can consider alternatives for you.”

“For me? What do you mean?”

“I might not be ready for sex yet but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you out.”

His eyes flashed at her suggestion and she smirked at him.

“God I love you.”

She winked at him before pulling her ratty old college top over her head and kicking off her shorts. He pointedly looked away making her laugh again. But she got in the shower anyway instead of teasing him further.

15 minutes later she was hopping out of the shower. She squeezed the water out of her dripping hair and Aaron, who was still in the bathroom but wearing a pair of boxers now, gave her a quick glance.

“Woah, Ames!”

“What?” She said.

“Is that a bump?”

She looked down quickly at her stomach. It did look a bit round.

He scooted out of her way as she hurried over to the mirror. She looked at her naked body straight on and she did look different. Her boobs were definitely bigger.

She turned to the side and Aaron, who was standing behind her shoulder, shuffled out of the way.

There it was. It wasn’t large but that was definitely a baby bump.

“Oh my God.” She said softly.

She ran a hand over it, marveling at the new development. She looked behind her to see Aaron nervously surveying her.

“Oh get over here.”

He came over and pressed himself against her back.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

He did so and she placed her hands on top of his. She slid them slowly over the bump so that he could feel it.

“That’s our baby.” He whispered softly.

“Mmhhmm.” She said, tearing up.

“Don’t cry Ames.”

“I know. It’s just the hormones.”

He let go and moved so that he was in front of her. He crouched down and cupped her bump with both hands. He leaned forward and kissed her clean skin.

She brushed back some of his hair as he rested his cheek against the little bump.

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From Aaron ❤️: Come back to set

To Aaron ❤️: What? Why?

From Aaron ❤️: The guys want to meet you.

She groaned. In any other circumstance she would be more than happy to meet Aaron’s castmates. But she had just blown her boyfriend and was feeling deeply unsatiated.

To Aaron ❤️: Aaron

From Aaron ❤️: I know babe. But if you don’t come sometime soon they’re going to ask why and I’d rather not have to explain.

She groaned again. They were probably going to be suspicious based on the state of her jeans anyway.

To Aaron ❤️: Fine. Coming.

She left Aaron’s trailer and made her way to set. It was clear that they were done for the day. But boys being boys, they were screwing around now that work was over.

“Amelia!” Chase greeted cheerfully.

Aaron looked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s name and his whole face lit up. God she was beautiful.

“Hey everyone.”

Aaron jogged over to her and took her hand.

“I’m sorry. How do you feel?”

“Sexually frustrated.” She said with brutal honesty.

He at least managed to look sheepish at her words.

“Sorry.” He said again.

“You can make up for it later. Now introduce me to these boys.”

He kissed her temple and managed to wrangle his castmates long enough to introduce them to Amelia.

“Ms. Hillux, you are gorgeous. You can do so much better than this guy.” Tyler said in jest.

They all laughed, even Aaron, although he did flip Tyler off. Before Aaron knew it, they had welcomed her with open arms. And it was quite amusing to see her playing catch in her jeans and crop top with Chase.

Aaron watched them from the other side of the fence while he answered some of Elin’s nagging messages.

He heard, thanks to the cleats, more than saw Joe saddled up beside him.

“Hey man.” Aaron greeted, stashing his phone into his back pocket.

“Hey.”

They both watched Amelia as she laughed after she failed to catch Chase’s toss for the second time in a row.

“So you buy a ring yet?”

Aaron’s head snapped in Joe’s direction so fast that he thought it would hurt.

“Dude!”

The look on Joe’s face told Aaron that it was a serious question.

“You guys have been together for what? Four years?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t considered buying a ring?”

Aaron cautiously looked towards Amelia before looking back at Joe.

“You wanna see it?”

Joe’s eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

Aaron smiled slightly and slid over to Joe, flipping through the photos on his phone. He held out his phone to Joe and he stared at the ring.

“It’s vintage. She loves history so I knew it would be perfect.”

“It’s beautiful. Aren’t you worried she’s going to see the photo?”

Aaron smirked.

“The text chain between me and my brother will be the last place she’ll look.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah I thought so too.”

“Congrats man.” Joe said, slapping Aaron on the back.

Aaron shook his head good naturedly.

“I haven’t asked her yet.”

“She’ll say yes and you know it.”

They looked up as the noise from the ballpark set had grown significantly.

“Throw the fucking ball Chase Crawford!” She yelled.

Aaron chuckled when he noticed Amelia was brandishing a bat.

“Oh my God.” Aaron said under his breathe.

Aaron opened the fence gate and walked onto the dirt.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked.

She grinned brightly at him.

“I’m batting.”

“In jeans and a crop top?”

He could see her tongue peeking out from between teeth and he knew she was teasing him.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I played softball!”

“When?”

“When I was 12 I think.”

They all laughed. Aaron walked up to her, wedging himself firmly against her backside.

“I know what you’re up to.” He said quietly.

“I won’t lie. I want you to put your hands all over me in front of all of your friends.”

Aaron just let out a groan into her ear.

“Alright. Spread your legs.” He said softly.

She giggled.

“Not like that.” He said, shaking his head at her.

He straightened her hips and then wrapped his arms around hers to place her hands correctly on the bat.

“This is such a cliché you know that right?” She asked.

“I’m aware but maybe it’ll help alleviate a tiny bit of your frustration.”

She turned her head and saw the teasing look on his face.

“Oh you so owe me.”

“Throw the ball Crawford!” Aaron yelled.

“Are you two done flirting?” Chase yelled back.

“Just throw the damn ball.” She yelled back.

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“Good morning Karen!” Amelia said, greeting her fellow castmate.

“Morning Ames! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you too!”

Amelia continued to make her way to costuming. She had ripped part of her corset dancing in the show a few days ago so they had to fit her for a new one.

“Good morning y’all!” She greeted the costuming team.

“Good morning Amelia. Let’s get this show on the road so you’re not late for lift call.”

She nodded and pulled her ‘Merry fuckin’ Christmas’ sweater over her head. They fitted and adjusted her new corset as fast as anyone could fit a genuine French corset.

“Alright Amelia. Sorry just suck in one more time.”

She swallowed her breathe and just prayed for it to be over.

“All done.”

“Thank God.” She said, releasing her breath.

She dressed quickly and ran to rehearsal. She was already a few minutes late. She crossed from backstage and into the wings. It was distant but she could hear her husband’s voice.

So he had managed to get to rehearsal on time. She had tried to engage him in a quickie before she had left for work this morning but he was dead to the world.

“Oh look who decided to show up to rehearsal.” Robyn teased.

“I had to get my new corset fitted ok?”

There was a collective groan from all of the corset wearing cast members as that fitting was not pleasant whatsoever.

“Has it been a good morning at least?” Robyn asked as they began to stretch.

Amelia shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad. I just er had an itch that needed scratching this morning and couldn’t convince Christian the Composer over there to wake up from the dead.”

Robyn laughed.

“Getting your payback will be easy. All you have to do is go over there and stretch in your shorts and he’ll be all hot under the collar.”

“Guess that’ll just have to do.”

She got up and walked towards her husband, who had yet to see her, as Robyn shook her head. She stood on Aaron’s right side, facing out toward the empty theater.

“Morning Ames.” Hank, her dance partner, greeted.

“Morning!”

She continued her stretches, her ass very clearly facing in Aaron’s direction, when she felt a pair of eyes on her.

She stood up and cracked her back before turning to Aaron. She was about to say something snarky but his outfit stopped her cold.

“What on earth are you wearing?”

He was wearing a red sweater that very clear said “You done messed up A-A-ron.”

He laughed, his Santa hat bobbing as he did so.

“Good morning to you too Amelia.”

“You are such a goof. Who gave you that?”

Aaron’s face broke out into a grin.

“My brother.”

“Oh my God.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her stretches. But then suddenly a pair of arms snagged her around the waist and she was being lifted off the ground.

“Aaron! Put me down!”

He finally did so but only after they were face to face.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh bullshit.” He swore.

She grinned and snagged his hat off his head, placing it on her own instead.

“I’m sorry about this morning. Obviously, I wasn’t exactly coherent because under normal circumstances I would never have ignored your proposition. Now can I please have my hat back?” He asked.

“Hmmmm. Apology accepted but no. I think it looks good on me.”

“It does as do those shorts.” He said, eyeing her long legs in her heels.

His words caused her to shiver and not from the cold.

“Can you just kiss me already?” She asked.

“Anything for you Mrs. Tveit.”

He finally wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. She couldn’t resist the urge to curve her body into his and deepen the kiss. They broke apart for a moment and she could barely breathe.

She tangled her hands in his sweater, holding him to her.

“Is it ever going to stop?” She asked, their lips millimeters apart.

“What?”

“The burning for you?”

She looked up at him from under her lashes and he had never wanted her more.

“I should hope not. I think that wouldn’t bode well for us if it did.” He said, a slight smile on his face.

She giggled lightly and stretched up to kiss him again. Maybe, he thought, they could sneak away and he could make it up to her for being a zombie this morning. Hopefully nobody would notice.

“Aaron! Amelia! Can you guys cool it with the foreplay? We have a rehearsal to get to.”

“Busted.” Amelia whispered, still giggling.

Aaron leaned down to kiss her again but with less heat this time. She reluctantly disentangled herself from him but made sure to take his hand.

“I do like the sweater you know. It’s perfect for you.”

He rolled his eyes at her.

“Glad to have your seal of approval.”

“No seriously. I love that sketch.”

He shook his head at her.

“I mean it. It’s funny plus everything looks good on you, Aaron Tveit.”

He leaned down and pecked her lips.

“Now can I have my hat back?” He asked.

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Amelia sat with her feet propped up onto the counter. She rubbed her growing belly as she sat in her director’s chair wearing little more than a sports bra and a pair of new maternity leggings.

Her costume sat on the hanger behind her. It was her second one in two weeks. As her chest and her stomach grew they had to get more creative as to how to dress her in lingerie while trying to hide her pregnancy. This was also her last full week with the show before she went on maternity leave. It was too strenuous on her body with the long hours and extreme amount of exercise.

There was a knock on her dressing room door.

“Hey you.” She greeted.

Her husband smiled at her as he walked into her dressing room.

“Hi back.”

He walked over and lifted her up without a word. He held her bridal style in his arms while he sat back down in her chair. She curled her body into his and burrowed her face into his collar.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he ran a hand up and down her leg.

“Much better. Not as tired and my boobs don’t hurt.”

Aaron laughed.

“It’s not funny. I know you’re happy about my ballooning chest but you’re not the one dealing with it every day.”

“It’s a little funny.” He said, still chuckling.

“I am hungry though.” She said, pointedly ignoring his comment.

“Good thing I came prepared.”

He pulled, seemingly out of nowhere, a package of peanut butter crackers.

“Oh bless you. You’re amazing.”

He kissed the top of her head as she opened the snack. They sat in silence just enjoying each other’s company. Between the show and her developing pregnancy, they rarely had quiet moments like this to themselves.

“Amelia! Oh hey Aar.”

The couple turned towards the door.

“What’s up Karen?” Aaron asked.

The look on Karen’s face did not indicate positive news.

“Oh no. What’s wrong?” Amelia asked.

Amelia extricated herself from Aaron and stole Holly’s empty chair. Karen meanwhile rested against the counter in between their two chairs

“It’s leaked.” Karen said solemnly.

“What has?” Aaron asked.

“Your pregnancy.”

Looks of disbelief and shock crossed both of their faces.

“No. No way. You can just now see the bump. I barely look pregnant.”

“They have pictures.”

“Of what?” Aaron asked angrily.

“Before and after pictures of Amelia in costume.”

“From the show?” Amelia asked, floored.

Karen nodded and handed Amelia her phone. The information was in every Broadway gossip entity possible, that much was clear.

The photos were pretty damning. There was a noticeable difference so long as one was suspicious.

“You can explain it away though.” Amelia said.

“Yeah but between your impending maternity leave and well-“ She cut off.

“What, Karen?” Aaron asked.

Amelia could hear the anger in his voice.

“It’s not just the show photos. They have photos of Aaron feeling your bump.”

Aaron yanked Karen’s phone out of Amelia’s hand and immediately his face darkened.

“Fuck.” He swore.

Amelia leaned over and saw it. Someone had taken a photo of Aaron and Amelia enjoying what had clearly been a private moment. They should have been more careful but Amelia never considered that someone would catch them within the theater’s non-public area.

“Thanks Karen.” Amelia said softly.

She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. The second they were alone, Aaron stood up and kicked the chair he had been sitting in. Amelia just watched it as it skid to the back wall.

“What do we do?” She asked.

“Karen’s right. With you leaving the show next week, it’s going to be obvious.”

She felt close to tears. Damn hormones.

“I didn’t want to go public.” She said, choking on tears.

Aaron crossed the room and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her softly and wiped the tears from her face.

“Fucking hormones.” She said, laughing darkly.

He snorted but then grew serious.

“Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

“We don’t owe anybody anything.”

“No we don’t.”

She sniffled while deep in thought.

“Elin and Mary release a vehement statement about protecting our privacy.”

Aaron nodded.

“I’ll post when I leave the show but I won’t say anything about the pregnancy and then when the baby is born we can release a statement.”

“And if anyone asks me during an interview, I’ll tell them to mind their own damn business.”

She smiled at the venom in his tone. He had always been quite protective of her and now with the baby it was ten-fold.

She sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry babe. I feel like this is my fault.” Aaron said.

“We were naïve to think this wouldn’t happen. I mean we’re big Broadway stars in one of the hottest productions of the year. I know I wasn’t planning to be a hermit obviously and I knew it would become apparent eventually but I thought I’d have at least another month or two.”

He hummed appreciatively.

“Nobody’s gonna fuck with you. Or the baby. I promise you that.”

She leaned forward and kissed him gratefully.

“I trust you. We trust you.”

Aaron smiled softly at her and placed a hand on her belly, rubbing it lovingly. She placed her hand over his and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her again.

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“You sure you guys will be able to make it home ok?”

“We’ll be fine Tam.” Aaron said.

Amelia meanwhile, who was sprawled on the floor, was struggling just to tie her converse sneakers. The look on Tam’s face told Aaron that he was not convinced.

“Mate. You’re both hammered.”

“We’ve got it Tam. We can handle our liquor.” Amelia said from the floor.

She let out a belch which did not inspire confidence in their friend.

“Just-“

He cut off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just promise me that you won’t vomit in your uber.”

Aaron gave Tam a thumbs up and he just shook his head at them. Amelia walked out the Mutu’s front door and immediately stumbled down the hallway toward the elevator.

She didn’t even remember getting into the uber. The next thing she was cognizant of was Aaron’s fingers gliding under the skirt of her dress and up her thigh.

He pushed aside her thong and swallowed her gasp with a kiss as he slid his fingers into her. Ordinarily she would never sanction such actions in public but she was too drunk to care.

Thankfully, they didn’t live that far away from Tam and his wife so they were back in their apartment before she knew it. Within seconds of closing their front door, Aaron had her pinned against it.

“Oh God.” She moaned as her head thumped back against the door.

He ripped her underwear apart with one hand and that alone nearly made her knees buckle. She had been close to the edge when the Uber had pulled up to their place so Aaron wasted no time in finishing her off.

The noises emanating from her own mouth as she came down from her high didn’t even sound like her. Aaron leaned forward and kissed her brusquely. He started to undo his belt but she stopped him.

“Nuh uh. My turn.” She said, her voice hoarse.

She dropped to her knees as she reached up for his half-done belt and khaki shorts. When she freed him from the confines of his boxers, she wasn’t surprised to see that he was fit to burst.

If she knew him, and she did, it wouldn’t take long for him to come. For as long as she could remember his typically remarkable stamina always crumbled whenever she gave him head. It was his Achilles heel.

She couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him come undone above her. He tangled a hand in her hair as he neared the end. She choked at the movement making Aaron growl.

A few seconds later, he broke, letting out a loud groan as he did so. She released him with a pop and he felt her grinning against his thigh.

“Stop smirking.” He mumbled.

“Make me.”

He yanked her up by the shoulders and the sudden movement made the room spin.

Yup. She was drunk.

Now that she was eye level with him again, she realized he was too.

“You’re drunk.” She said, her words slightly slurred.

“So are you.”

They just stared at each other and the sexual tension crackled between them. Then clothes were flying in their haste to completely undress each other. Aaron kicked off his shorts and underwear as Amelia whipped his shirt over his head.

Aaron picked her up, stumbling a bit in his intoxicated state, and held her firmly under her ass. She crossed her ankles against his lower back and kicked off her sneakers, flinging them out of their path to the couch.

Aaron meanwhile loosened one hand and yanked at the zipper of her dress. The cool air hit her bare skin and she could feel the goose bumps ripple. Eventually, they reached their destination. Aaron plopped down with a soft ‘oof’ as Amelia straddled him which allowed her to pull down the straps of her dress.

He moved them so that she was underneath him and yanked her dress off, throwing it behind him. He also wasted no time in relieving her of her bra.

Amelia pushed up and kissed him deeply. She could feel him hardening again and thanked her lucky stars that she could count on one hand the number of times he had ever had whisky dick.

“Ready?”

“Mmmm.” She said.

He snapped his hips and they both groaned at the feeling. Their movements were sloppy but in sync. Amelia felt the familiar coil in her lower stomach as Aaron’s hot mouth trailed down her throat to her chest.

“Fuck.” She swore.

Even in her addled mental state, she found herself appreciating how good he was at sex.

“Come on Baby Girl.” He goaded.

She was right on the edge when she felt his lips at her ear.

“Come for me.”

With a loud cry, she felt herself explode. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was cognizant of Aaron coming too but she had lost her ability to think.

Aaron collapsed on top of her, burying his face into the crook her neck. She felt a sharp pang in her bladder and knew immediately that she needed the bathroom.

“Aaron. Move.”

“Hmmf.” He groaned.

“I need to pee.” She whined.

She scrambled out from under him, wincing slightly as he slid out of her, and stumbled to the bathroom. She ran into the wall several times before finally making it with a sigh of relief.

She left the bathroom to find Aaron, now in their bedroom, laying buck naked on top of their bed.

“The room won’t stop spinning.” He said.

The hoarseness of his voice made her heart leap. She wobbled to the bed and crawled over to him. She reached his side and placed a hand on his half-hard member. When she was satisfied, she threw her legs over his hips and settled down on him.

He grunted and cracked an eye open to look at her. They moved much slower than the last time, their movements less frantic and more sleepy now.

Neither of them lasted very long as they were both overstimulated from before. And with the touch of Aaron’s nimble fingers, she came undone again, sighing loudly.

Aaron, who had pushed himself up to kiss her, collapsed below her after reaching his own release and she rolled off him.

“Fuck Amelia.”

She gave a breathless laugh as she tucked herself into his side. She laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath.

“I see what you mean about the spinning.” She mumbled.

“Hmmm.” He acknowledged.

He gracelessly and lazily kicked their covers down. He rolled her with him and managed to toss the comforter over them.

“Night Love.” He said.

“Mmm night.” She mumbled.

With their drunken stupor finally over taking them, neither of them gave any thought to the unopened package of pills sitting on her nightstand.

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“You have the most interesting accent, I must say.”

Amelia batted her eyelashes at Aaron as she spoke. She looked gorgeous with her curled hair and costume. They had managed to refit most of the costumes to Amelia so they hadn’t had to worry about finding a fresh set of costumes or suitable designer pieces.

“Lima, Ohio.”

“Lima, Ohio! Of course!”

As he continued to speak she could see the mirth in his eyes. She hated Ohio with every fiber of her being. She had made it very clear within days after their first date how much she hated Ohio and the Ohio State Buckeyes.

So the fact that she was being forced to listen to any of this was highly amusing to Aaron. They continued with the scene and Amelia loved how flirtatious she was able to be with Aaron. It was corny, but it was a dream come true.

“Ooh hoo.”

Amelia pulled him in by the lapels and thrust her hips into his.

“Shut up and dance with me.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him and she watched his eyes flash.

As the scene broke, Aaron quietly whispered blocking in her ear, helping to coach her through it. She may have seen the show a million times over but that was nothing in comparison to actually playing Satine.

“We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical kryptonite. Helpless to the bass and the fading light. Oh, we were bound to get together. Bound to get together.”

Amelia gripped Aaron’s arm tight as he sang.

“She took my arm. I don’t know how it happened. We took the floor and she said.”

Aaron hopped off the platform and continued the blocking while Amelia danced dirtily by herself.

But then he hopped back up and offered her his hand as he sang.

“Why so serious?”

She took it as he grinned at her and suddenly she felt like she was transported to another time.

2009. Their first “date” at the Tony’s afterparty where they had gotten to know each other and danced all night.

But she suddenly snapped back to the real world as Aaron took her in his arms. With a hand firmly on her waist, he lead them in a circle as they danced.

“She said shut up and dance with me.”

She had no idea how to describe Aaron’s dancing in that moment, it was ridiculous as usual, but she loved him for it.

Then he took her in his arms again and she felt so safe. She rolled her head back and when they came back face to face, he gave her a smirk and a wink. She grinned at him.

He then lifted his arm to spin her and, for a second, she was back with a much younger Aaron as he tried to impress her.

She squeezed his side as they finished their dance and she walked off the dais.

“Oh and by the way, would you like me to call you your Grace?”

“Uhhh…if you want?” Aaron said.

And with that Amelia squealed and ran off.

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Amelia Tveit was very, very pregnant. She had been nesting for the last few weeks and Aaron had just watched with a bemused look on his face.

So as she sat in Aaron’s dressing room alone, she couldn’t resist the urge to clean that too. She finally sat down and was able to rest her sore feet. The only problem was that the baby’s head was clearly on top of her bladder so she kept running to the bathroom every five seconds.

She walked out of the bathroom for what felt like the millionth time just as ‘The Pitch’ scene played over the intercom system. She rummaged through Aaron’s mini fridge for a water and sighed with relief when she found it.

As her due date neared, Aaron wanted her close just in case so despite her maternity leave she found herself all but living in the Al Hirschfeld theater once again.

She went to sit down but a sudden pinching in her lower abdomen made her pause. She placed a hand against her lower back and tried to will it to stop. She had occasionally experienced Braxton Hicks contractions so this was nothing new.

She tried to readjust her position as that usually made them go away. But then they didn’t. They just kept going.

“Fuck.” She cussed as another painful cramp hit her.

She barely heard people passing the open door as she just tried to breathe.

“Amelia?”

“Son. Start counting.”

Sonya Tayeh, their choreographer, had been walking by and had spotted Amelia doubled over, gripping Aaron’s chair.

“What?”

“Clock the fucking contractions.” She hissed.

Sonya held her hand as Amelia tried to breathe through the pain. Thankfully, Sonya had the thoughtfulness to only wait for two to pass before saying anything.

“Seven minutes apart.”

“Shit.” She swore again.

“Amelia. Are-“

“Yup. I’m in labor.”

Sonya pulled her phone from her back pocket and hit several buttons. Amelia was struggling too much to notice.

“Alex. It’s Son. We’ve got an emergency. You need to pull Aaron now.”

The pain finally subsided and Amelia was able to focus again. She could just hear the start of Elephant Love Medley.

She made it through another painful contraction, which were growing in frequency, when she heard a pop. She then felt a trickle down her leg.

“Sonya.”

“Yeah?”

“My waters just broke.”

Sonya gave her hand another squeeze and took a few steps away to make another frantic call to Alex, imploring him to pull Aaron as soon as possible.

Amelia meanwhile, rubbed her large belly.

“Well nugget, at least you waited until Daddy made it to intermission.”

Amelia felt a little kick and smiled at the movement. Before doubling over to moan with the next contraction.

At some point, she noticed the commotion coming from the hallway. She looked up and there was a very pale Aaron, still in costume, staring at her.

“Hey babe-Oh my God.” She moaned as the contraction hit her again.

Even in his terrified state, Aaron had the wherewithal to hurry to her side. She grappled blindly for his hand and squeezed it hard.

When the pain finally subsided, she looked up at him. He looked petrified.

“The baby’s coming.” She said, with a little bit of humor.

Aaron swallowed noticeably.

“I heard.”

“I think we should go to the hospital.” She said with remarkable calm.

“Alex is getting his car. He’s gonna drive us.”

She nodded and buried her head into Aaron’s side.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Contractions really fucking hurt.”

He laughed a little at that.

“I bet they do Ames.”

Eventually they hustled out of the theater. Well Amelia wasn’t. She was wheeled out as she was in little position to walk.

As they waited for Alex, Aaron had regained a little bit of his color.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He broke out into a wide grin and crouched down to her level.

“I love you too.”

He leaned in to kiss her gently, making her smile despite the ongoing pain. When they broke apart she felt him smile against her lips too.

“What are you smiling about?”

“We’re about to have a baby and I couldn’t be happier.”

She grinned back, pulled him in by the lapels of his costume and kissed him again.

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It was 5:30 in the morning and Amelia was already riddled with anxiety. She had only been at the theater for a half hour and she was already feeling the pressure.

The entire costuming team was in the room and spilling out into the hallway. Everyone was working around the clock to make sure she had something presentable, and frankly fabulous, to wear while she played Satine.

Amelia could feel the bruises blooming as she was poked and prodded and laced into corsets. Her husband, meanwhile, was sleeping against the back wall of the costuming department’s room. Every so often he would make a soft grunt or snort in his sleep and everyone would suddenly remember he was there.

Two hours later, she was finally free from costuming. They had managed to take enough of Karen, Amber, and Ashley’s costumes and refit them to Amelia. Now all that was left was to do was resew everything to her measurements.

But there was no rest for the wicked as Amelia found herself dancing her ass off as she tried to learn the entire Diamonds medley in just a few hours.

Sonya was a godsend, she thought, as she walked back to her dressing room dripping with sweat.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty.” She greeted.

She walked into her empty dressing room to find her husband sitting in her chair, two coffees in hand.

He stood up and handed her one of the cups which she took gratefully.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He said with a sheepish smile.

“I don’t blame you. It was 5 AM.”

He reached his now free hand forward and cupped her jaw. His hand was still hot from holding her coffee. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. The whiskers on his unshaven face scratched against her skin.

“You need to shave.” She said.

He rubbed a hand over his stubble before looking at her with a suspect facial expression. He grabbed her chin and rubbed his whiskers against her cheek as she squealed. After a few seconds he stopped and gave her a firm peck.

“How are you feeling?”

“Stressed.” She said with honesty.

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her again. She had to resist the urge to melt into him.

“I need to run lines.” She murmured against his lips.

“I’ll help. We’ll mostly be in the scenes together anyway.”

She nodded and rummaged in her bag for the show script that she hadn’t looked at in almost two years.

As the day went on, the cast and crew began to come in to the theater. Even though this was their traditional day off, everyone knew it was going to be all hands on deck if they were going to pull this off.

She spent hours running number after number, scene after scene with everyone. Amelia had to control herself so that she wouldn’t meltdown every time she forgot a line or messed up her blocking.

The scene, if she was being honest, that she was most worried her aside from the Diamonds medley was Chandelier. She was an amazing dancer. But she had never danced with wings before and the complexity of it all made her nervous.

It was about 7 PM when everyone agreed to run Chandelier separately before they ran the show in its entirety.

Aaron hadn’t seen Amelia in an hour or so. He just hoped that she was doing ok. She was a strong woman but he worried that all of this stress was really going to hit her sooner rather than later.

As he ran through the number with the rest of the cast he couldn’t help but feel like the words were finally true. Nearly every thought he had was about Amelia. He thought of her when he awoke and when he went to sleep. She was very rarely not on his mind.

As he stumbled to his mark, he waited for Amelia to drop from the ceiling.

“Christian.”

Amelia’s voice echoed throughout the auditorium as she dropped down on the trapeze.

Aaron’s heart jumped into his throat when he realized that Amelia was in full costume. She was laced into the black and green corset with the wings twinkling as she hit the lights.

He felt horribly underdressed in his jeans, Cowboys t-shirt, red snapback and Jordan 3s.

She unhooked herself from the trapeze, raising her arms dramatically as it shot back into the ceiling. She spun on her heel and faced him.

He couldn’t breathe. She was breath-taking with the immaculately curled hair and blood red lips.

They began their dance and he could see her hand shaking as she pushed him back upstage. She turned again so they were facing each other and curled her body into his.

Neither of them noticed the show’s official photographer as she reached out a hand and brushed her finger tips against his cheek. Aaron cupped her elbow as they continued to spin and she leaned in nearly kissing him. But then she tore away from him, shaking her hips and throwing a look at him over her shoulder. He chased after her, desperation clear on his face.

The cast continued to spin around her as she trounced across the stage, hitting her ballet turns. Despite her fear, it didn’t take her long to slip into character. It was fun playing the malicious green fairy as she mocked Christian.

She braced herself against the ladder as Aaron tore across the stage towards her. She curled around it as Aaron dove under it.

He dove towards her and reached a hand out to cup her face. He managed to caress it and for a second she leaned into him. The look on his face made her heartbreak. He was such a talented actor.

“I’m gonna swing. From the chandelier.”

She shoved him away again, grinning devilishly as she did so.

“From the chandelier.”

Amelia flitted off stage as the cast finished the rest of the song. She waited for the orchestra to stop playing the song before she came back out.

Everyone went crazy when she reappeared and she blushed deeply. It didn’t take long for Aaron to suddenly appear in front of her.

She opened her mouth to say something to him but before she had the chance, Aaron’s mouth enveloped hers. He didn’t care that he was going to be covered in lipstick, he just needed her lips more than anything in that moment. Amelia herself melted into the kiss. The day had been incredibly stressful and so affection from Aaron was exactly what she needed in that moment.

When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his. It took her a second to open her eyes again. She wanted to stay in this moment as long as she could.

When she did finally open them, Aaron’s blue eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

“You are…just something else Amelia Tveit.”

She felt her emotions overwhelm her and she got a little choked up.

“Thanks.” She said, her voice cracking.

Aaron smiled at her lovingly and leaned in to kiss her again. They broke apart once more and Aaron took her into a hug. She buried her head into his chest and tightened her hold on his body.

“Alright everyone. Let’s take an hour for dinner and then we’ll run through the show.”

Everyone patted her on the back or gave similar gestures of support but Amelia still didn’t disentangle herself from Aaron.

Before she knew it they were alone. He didn’t say anything. He just rubbed her back and pecked the crown of her head. She was exhausted and scared.

Eventually, she mustered up enough courage to look at him. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the state of his face. He was covered in deep red lipstick and some of it had even managed to get in his worsening stubble.

She reached up and tried to scrub it from his face. He just laughed when she eventually gave up at the futile act and leaned forward to peck her forehead.

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Aaron knew the exact moment that he realized he was in love with Amelia Hillux. They had been dating for about a month. He had come back to her apartment after a nice dinner out and now found himself eating a piece of cake with their fingers on her living room floor.

She was laughing at him, not caring that she had a mouthful of cake. And when she winked at him after he wiped some chocolate off the corner of her mouth, he realized he was head over heels.

But he was too chicken to tell her. He hadn’t told many people that he loved them. His family, of course, his high school girlfriend, the girl he had briefly dated before he left Ithaca. But it had been a long time and there was something special about him and Amelia. He didn’t want to scare her off.

So he waited.

Amelia meanwhile realized she loved him on their third date. He had managed to con his way into a pair of Fleetwood Mac tickets. She loved Fleetwood Mac. She looked over at him and he was having the time of his life as he joyfully sang along.

He held out a hand to her and she took it. He tugged her into him and she giggled. He wrapped an arm around her waist as they danced in a circle.

“Thunder only happens when it’s rainin’. Players only love you when they’re playin’.”

He sang along as they twisted, his lips close to her ear. She pulled back to look at him and saw his eyes were shining.

“When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know. You’ll know.” She sang along with Aaron.

As the music continued to play, she rested her head against his shoulder and Aaron pressed a kiss against her hair.

After that, she knew she was in love with him. But she didn’t want to be the one to say it first. She was too afraid to get hurt if she was being completely honest. She trusted him but the second after they had met he had her wrapped around his finger. And she was terrified that if he didn’t love her back, it would break her.

But it didn’t take long for him to finally crack. She had come to see him on the set of Gossip Girl before they went to dinner. As she walked towards him through the set every single eye was on her. She commanded everyone’s attention and he could see in her eyes that she knew it.

She looked amazing in her long, winter coat and knee-high suede boots.

“Hey handsome.” She greeted.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Hey! You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks. You ready to go?”

“Yeah let me just grab my bag.”

He gathered everything and took her hand. He pulled her closer to him so he could whisper in her ear.

“Everyone is watching you.”

Amelia smiled at him.

“I know.”

He laughed, impressed with her confidence, and she couldn’t help but giggle back.

Her response just made him love her more.

Later that night after a delicious dinner, Amelia found herself playing with Aaron’s chest hair.

“Amelia?”

“Hmmm?” She responded, pecking his chest.

“You’re confidence astounds me.”

She pushed on his chest to look at him.

“Thanks Aaron. I’ve-ehmm-worked really hard to get to that point.”

“I’m so proud to be your boyfriend.”

She pushed forward and kissed him languidly. When they broke apart, she felt tingly all over.

Aaron reached out and pushed her hair back.

“I love you, Amelia.”

She blinked a few times as she processed the fact that he had actually said it. He loved her. He was in love with her.

“I love you too, Aaron. So much.”

#aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine #aaron tveit #terra writes fanfiction #aaron tveit x ofc

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samwpmarleau · 4 years

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Would you write Arthur's reaction to the news that elia and rhaegar are getting betrothed

Another anon asked: Fic request: Elia and Arthur have a stolen moment just before she marries Rhaegar

He can’t say the news comes as a surprise, particularly. It’s an advantageous match, one that has Princess Loreza’s shrewd handiwork and the king’s pettiness all over it. He can’t fault the match.

And yet still it feels like a slap in the face. Fate’s fickle flick of the wrist. He leaves Dorne—leaves her—for the place perhaps least like it, only for his past to come barging right into his present. His best friend and the love of his life. Two of the very limited number of people he truly believes in, truly trusts.

Betrothed.

It was one thing to know, theoretically, that she would be wed. But being the wife to some Dornish bannerman is a far cry from the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms, eternally to be a constant presence in his life. Again, though far frostier this time around.

He should have known, really, the moment Elia arrived at Lord Robert’s tourney. Why else would she journey such a long distance from home, when the Princess always so fiercely limited her outings? An exception had been made during Elia’s sixteenth year…but that was an exceptional exception indeed. The prize of Jaime Lannister, disguised as a yet-undecided tour of suitors.

But the shock of seeing her, of talking to her, of kissing her hand and saying with cool indifference, “It is wonderful to see you again, Princess Elia,” as though they hadn’t once been each other’s entire universe, had superseded his good sense.

And so, all he can manage is an incredulous stare, his heart pounding beneath his ribcage, his hand reflexively clenching into a fist when at the feast following the joust Rhaegar says—

“It is my great pleasure to announce my betrothal to Princess Elia of Dorne. House Targaryen holds House Martell in highest esteem, and I look forward to our union being forever fruitful.”

The announcement is met with applause and a fresh round of ale, because of course it must, yet it’s quite obvious to Arthur that he’s not the only one taken aback by the news. Though for different reasons. How terribly upsetting it must be for the people to have a Dornish crown princess, and a sickly one at that. Perish the thought.

He endures the spectacle long enough for the first course of supper to be served. But even his Kingsguard stoicism has its limits, and if he has to witness one more series of Rhaegar and Elia graciously accepting this lord or that’s insipid congratulations, he’ll vomit. He switches posts with Ser Oswell, who had been patrolling outside the Great Hall. The deafening sound of waves crashing against Durran’s Point is just as well, for it drowns out some of the gaiety behind the hall’s heavy oaken doors.

It works until he’s an hour in and is stopped not by the latest in an impressive string of drunken nobility but Rhaegar’s freshly minted betrothed. Elia. His Elia, who hasn’t been his for quite some time.

“Princess,” he greets with a bow. “Or perchance it is now ‘Your Grace.’”

“‘Your Grace’? That’s all you have to say?” she asks. “Four years of not a word since you left that note without so much as a warning, and now it’s pleasantries? You have some nerve.”

“By ‘nerve,’ do you mean delight that my closest friend and my countrywoman are to be married? I could no sooner fret over that than the marriage of Daeron the Good and his queen.”

“You lie as poorly now as you did when you were a boy.” Gods, he’s even missed her fury.

He could continue the ruse, but it would do no good. “What do you want me to say?”

“I suppose you don’t have to say anything,” she replies. “So long as we’re both aware that you’re the one to blame for this situation.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh?” She takes a step forward, oozing half a decade’s worth of resentment and arguments unhad. “We could have been many years wed by now. A babe, or two. Tywin Lannister slighting my mother was the best news of my life. Then you just left. To join the Kinsgsguard, pledged to a mad monarch growing madder by the day.”

The sound of a man retching nearby has Arthur lowering his voice and guiding Elia further down the dim hallway, away from prying ears. “It’s hardly that simple and you know it.”

“What I know is I was unpromised and you were the damned Sword of the Morning, as viable a suitor as it’s possible to me, and you didn’t even try. My mother—”

“Your mother would not have agreed,” he interrupts. “She said as much when I asked her.”

Elia’s brow furrows, just slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” If someone had told him a week ago that he’d be having this conversation right now, he’d have sent them to Maester Pycelle for a medical examination. “After you returned from the Westerlands, I went to her. She’d cottoned on, of course. I’m not sure there’s anything within Dorne’s borders the Princess isn’t aware of. ‘Don’t start,’ she said. ‘The answer is no.’”

It’s clear that Elia had not been informed of any of this, and he can’t decide whether that works in his favor or not. But her confusion in short order gives way to renewed anger. “Since when did you care about my mother’s opinion?”

“I didn’t at first,” he replies. “But how could I sway her when she was right? A second son of a lesser house I was, the heir to nothing. She refused Baelor fucking Hightower. She aimed for no less than the future Lord of Casterly Rock. What could I have given you in comparison?”

“What comparison? You could have given me you! All I’ve ever needed is you, just as you are.” Elia seizes the golden circlet on her head, that which marks her as Dornish royalty, and tosses it at him. It skitters off his ivory breastplate into his hands. “How could you ever think that I wouldn’t have given this up without a moment’s hesitation? That I’d want the likes of Jaime Lannister or Rhaegar the silver prince?”

He doesn’t let doubt creep in. Because if he does, if he lets himself wonder whether he could have not cowed to the Princess, he couldn’t walk himself back.

“You didn’t even wait,” Elia continues. “Four years it took my mother to arrange this match. More than enough time for her to have changed her mind about us. Yet the minute Ser Harlan came along with his offer, you abandoned me. We could have run away together, if it came to that.”

“Run away where, exactly?”

“I don’t know, anywhere. My good-sister is of Norvos, my niece’s mother is of Volantis, there’s even that hidden tower in the Prince’s Pass you told me about. We had choices.” She crosses her arms across her chest protectively. “So, yes, Arthur, you are to blame for where we stand now.”

“Where is that? Where do we stand now, you and I?”

For the briefest of moments, Elia glances at his lips, and he can’t help but feel a frisson of anticipation. But then it’s gone.

“Nowhere. Not anymore.” She holds out her hand for the crown, and numbly he returns it, watching as she places it once more atop her head. “A princess and a knight. A tale for songs, not life.”

He grabs her wrist when she turns to leave, but no words come. Rhaegar’s the bard who can bend people to his will, not him.

Elia snatches back her hand, with one last cutting remark: “I’ll see you at the wedding.”

#elia martell #arthur dayne #arthur x elia #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #gotfic #my fic #compliance: canon #anonymous #btw as it says on my blog i'm not taking new prompts #i'm filling old ones

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vernonfielding · 4 years

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From heaven they sent

Story No. 31 of my Season 7 Countdown Project. THE END! THIS IS IT!

Summary: “You want to hold her?”

Jake holds his goddaughter for the first time. Takes place during Ava. (Read on AO3.)

It’s only as Terry is bent over the bassinet, hand sliding under his daughter’s delicate head, cupping the warm weight of it in his palm and thinking again how precious this life is, how fragile, that it hits him: Jake has never done this before.

(Truthfully, he doesn’t know that for sure, but he’s almost certain.)

Terry eases his other hand under Ava’s tiny body and lifts her to his chest, awed all over again by her perfection – the curve of her nose, the curl of her miniature eyelashes, the plump jut of her cheeks, which are already flushed a rosy pink. She is asleep and for a moment he’s lost in her, memorizing her face and the five wrinkled fingers that have slipped out of the swaddle. His heart is so full of love his chest aches with it, in the best possible way.

He’s blinking back tears when he finally turns to Jake.

“Have you held a baby this small before?” he says, making no move to pass over his girl right away.

Jake is swaying a little, pushing from one foot to the other with nervous restlessness, and Terry can see the muscles tensing across his shoulders. But his eyes are fixed on Ava, and there’s a softness there and in the small smile playing at his mouth, and the look on his face isn’t fear, it’s wonder.

Jake shakes his head and then breaks his gaze and glances at Terry. “Are you sure you want me to-”

“Yeah,” Terry says, and adjusts his daughter, cradling her head as he holds her out toward Jake. “Bend your arm, a little more- yes, just like that.”

And then he’s setting Ava’s head in the crook of Jake’s elbow, and he guides her body into Jake’s arms; she’s so small, not much more than a bundle of pink blanket against Jake’s gray hoodie. Terry adjusts Jake’s position, moves his arms until he’s sure Jake’s got a good hold. He lays a palm over the crown of his baby’s head and strokes his thumb over the smallest frown that’s formed on her brow, and he takes a step back and leaves Ava alone in her godfather’s arms.

Jake’s eyes are bright as he gazes down at her. Terry can’t imagine what thoughts are flashing through Jake’s weird and exceptional mind (he isn’t sure he wants to know), but the love that Jake already has for this child is obvious – he’s practically got hearts in his eyes – and not surprising.

Terry chose Jake as godfather in large part because he asked. The two most obvious godparent choices – Sharon’s best girl friends from college – had gone to Cagney and Lacey. Terry has plenty of non-work friends, but none of them expressed any interest in being a godparent before, nor have they been especially active in the twins’ lives since. The fact that Jake had campaigned for the job had earned him points with both Terry and Sharon. In the end, when Terry had asked Sharon about it, she’d shrugged and said sure, and then, “Isn’t he the one who gives you acid reflux?”

Initially, Terry had thought it might be a joke, or possibly a prize – something for Jake to lord over Amy or Charles (or basically the whole squad). But Jake quickly had made it clear he was serious, and then Terry had thought: Jake is brave and smart and confident, and he has such a good heart. And Jake laughs. He laughs more than anyone Terry knows. And didn’t Terry want that for his daughter? To be as fiery and fierce as her sisters and her mother, and as full of laughter as her godfather?

Even after he’d said yes, Terry mulled it over some more, and later he realized that Jake loves the same way he does his job: with reckless abandon, with all of his strength and his passion, with his arms and his heart wide open. He screws up sometimes, but he doesn’t hold back. He will give his godchild everything that’s in his power to offer.

Eventually, Terry’s doubts disappeared entirely.

Terry sits beside his wife on her bed and carefully drapes an arm around her shoulders, and she settles into his side, and it doesn’t matter one bit that they’re in a hospital, that almost everything went so horribly wrong today, because the important things went right and Ava is here and she is healthy. And Jake is responsible for a lot of that. Their baby is so lucky to have him.

Jake shifts his arms, and it’s barely a twitch, but Ava’s eyes open. Terry knows she can’t really see anything just yet but he’d swear they are making eye contact, that they are locked on to one another just now. Jake grins at her and Terry can feel his unbound joy like a presence in the room, like something electric.

“Hi,” Jake says, voice so soft and gentle it’s almost unrecognizable. “I’m Jake. I’m your godfather. We’re going to have so much fun together. And if your parents die, I’m going to take reasonably good care of you.”

“Terry?” Sharon says. She reaches for him and her grip on his forearm is painful.

“Uh, Jake-” Terry says, rising from the bed.

“Look, ‘reasonable’ is the best I can guarantee, and I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep. That would be a terrible way to start godfathering,” Jake says to them both. He looks back at the baby, blinks at her and beams when she blinks back. “Isn’t that right, godbaby?”

Terry means to respond to that – and he knows Sharon is a half-second from asking Terry how the hell Jake got the idea that he would ever be Ava’s guardian – but then the baby hiccups and every sour emotion in the room dissipates like it was never there, and everyone is smiling and crying and overcome again with how right and perfect the world is.

“That was the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard,” Jake says.

Terry kisses his baby’s forehead and then he kisses Jake’s forehead because he just can’t help himself, and he says, “Amen, my god-wife.”

End Notes:

Title is from Bikini Babe Workout (Bash Brothers).

Weirdly, this was the first story I wrote for this project. But it seemed appropriate to end the countdown with Jake holding his baby goddaughter for the first time. Here’s to season 7!!

(I’m going to be super obnoxious now and thank a bunch of people for their help or support or flailing or whatever with this countdown project.)

First thank you: Oh my god, @fezzle. My beta and my dear friend. I WOULD NOT have attempted this dumb project without her. She beta’d 31 STORIES (That’s more than 30K words! In a month!) and she saved my ass more than once. She also helped me brainstorm ideas and she talked me off the ledge a few times. I cannot capture how completely amazing she is and how much I love her. Everyone should be so lucky to have a Fezzle in their lives (especially if they’re going to attempt something ridiculous like this series, but also just, in general).

Second thank you: Everyone who gave me a fic prompt! Some of the best ideas came from you guys. I’m going to name folks here and hope I don’t forget anyone or get a name wrong: @fezzle, @madeofitzits, @andrewsambags, @exploding-snapple, @theoneintheblue, @vic-kovac, @weshallmeetagain, @ofbuttsandbombs, @amyscascadingtabs, and @feeisamarshmallow. (That’s in the order stories were posted btw.) If you sent me a prompt and I didn’t write it, please tell me! I may have missed you somehow. I’m also super open to prompts at any time, so don’t hesitate to hit me up after this month.

Third thank you: EVERYONE who left kudos or comments or likes, or who reblogged on tumblr or reached out to me personally in some way. I LOVE YOU ALL. Writing fic can sometimes feel weirdly lonely and isolating and it is always so great to get any kind of feedback. (Let’s be honest, feedback is like a fucking drug and it is the best.)

(Yes, I’m sorry, these End Notes may be longer than the actual fic.)

Fourth thank you: I really especially appreciated the folks who engaged in some great fandom discussion with me relating to these stories – in particular, @amyscascadingtabs and @feeisamarshmallow and @exploding-snapple (timeline!) and MediumSizedEvil. That was fun, guys.

Fifth thank you: Anyone who read all of these stories, even if you never feedbacked. Fedback? Anyway, you’re out there and I appreciate you too!

Sixth thank you: Fezzle again, just because. ❤️

#b99 fic #b99 season 7 countdown project #jake peralta #terry jeffords #sharon jeffords #ava jeffords #missing scene #godfather jake

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earnmysong · 1 year

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P F & T for the fic meme!

thanks so much for asking, lovely!

P: ARCHITECT - story built and planned out or GARDENER - story unfolds as you, and it, progress

i'm such a freaking gardener, MY GOD! there's never any planning ahead. i usually literally say to myself 'well, shit, [exhibits a-z] gave me feelings. what would it look like if...' then, i type a bunch of emotions into a doc and make my chaos mildly more coherent. you've saved my ass from myself a time two as well, for which i'm eternally grateful!

F: one of my favorite dialogue exchanges in my repertoire, with explanation

this rather lengthy snippet of 'experience has made me rich' holds a high spot in the rankings:

“Good God, Alexis! Were you mugged?” David’s concern manifests rather forcefully and in an extremely high octave. She startles, scrunching away from the noise and blocking her ear with an arm. The closest arm, sure, but definitely the wrong choice.

“Ouch, fuck!” she hisses, cradling her ice-chilled {also bandage-wrapped and currently about five times its regular size} wrist. Silver lining? She can finally feel her pulse! Except, it’s kind of, like, not where it should be, and it seems really angry and basically shocks her whenever she moves. She must not be exactly at her quietest, either, because Ted glances over, every feature of his face asking if she’s okay. She smiles, shoos him back to steadying their daughter on that murderous contraption. “Hey, David? I, um, kind of broke myself?”

“Mhmmm, yes. I did notice that. Sort of difficult to miss the striking resemblance between you and Anna Paquin after her car crash in that movie you always lose your shit over? Where she’s Mother Goose? And how exactly have we achieved this ultimate form of flattery and maimed ourselves so spectacularly this fine spring evening?”

“Okay, first of all? Shut up, David. Fly Away Home is fantastic and you totally got misty when Len held you hostage and finally forced you to watch over Chrismukkah. Don’t bother denying. Lying is beneath us now. Also?” She fluffs her hair, bracing herself to recount her harrowing ordeal. “Len’s got a shiny new itch to be a tinier, much more adorable Tony Hawk? Because of the Vans.” She growls the brand at him; he peers down apologetically – he’s probably wearing the traitors as they speak – and scoots himself slightly farther back. “She assigned me the role of guru, and I said: What the hell? It’ll be like surfing. But on solid ground.”

“I don’t think –” David grimaces at her misguided logic, nods in understanding. “That hasn’t ended well for you?”

Alexis treats him to a slow, shaky pan of her battered physique in case he requires assistance to arrive at the correct answer. “Clearly not, David,” she huffs.

“Yes, well. To render the sting of your obviously declining athletic aptitude less sharp, I’ve just shipped you the largest, most expensive bottle of peach schnapps that a five-minute search can yield.” She flips him off. “I also took the liberty of having ‘Get Well Soon’ engraved on an ice bucket, to both commemorate the occasion and be available in the event of future mishaps. Whether these will relate to beverages or body parts of course remains to be seen.”

“So much love!” Sarcasm edges her cheer, but her grin is genuine; she boops his nose through the screen.

Then: “Mommy, I can almost land an ollie!” Len announces proudly, clambering up to sit next to Alexis as Ted mouths She can stay upright. “Are you alive? That was so much blood! And, see? I told you I memorized Daddy’s numb – Oh! Hi, Uncle David! Did Mommy tell you she taught me to skateboard?”

David snorts in a ridiculously impolite manner, choking down the rest of his chuckle. “You could say that. The marvelous Ms. Mullens she most definitely is not, however. Oooh, have we added to our wardrobe without consultation?”

Alexis listens to Lennox and David chat while Ted examines her mangled wrist. “Um, babe? Are you sure this – ” he’s pushing gently on various spots “- is the safest bet? Like, knowing something’s broken when I pass out in the park?”

“I’m not just going out on a limb, Lex. I have had practice.” Ted laughs, pressing his lips softly to hers, trading an unnerving touch for one flooded with comfort and calm; okay, yes, he might be, like, an expert at taking care of everything he encounters.

“No. No.” David’s insistent scold cuts into their impromptu make-out sesh far sooner than she appreciates. “None of that, please. Your child is present and that fact alone should deter you. Because I am well-acquainted with your habits, however, I must also submit this for your consideration - my sister has wreaked enough havoc upon herself in a single afternoon to, quite possibly, last a lifetime. Do we really want to put her further at risk, given some of the fun in which you’ve engaged in the past?”

okay, so! my affinity for, and admiration of, dan levy et al. and 'schitt's creek' as a whole is storied and unrepeatable. typically, i would be terrified to attempt to capture the essence of a universe i value that highly. because i love SC as much as i do, still, i also wanted to see how close i could get. i'd already written two installments of the saga before this, but they'd only featured alexis and ted. here, david enters and the established tiny human speaks. i ended up coming pretty close to the mark, if i do say so myself, a fact that makes me smile, even a few years removed.

T: fandom tropes i can't stand

i don't necessarily understand when protagonists are paired romantically with villains who showed no glimmer of redemption in canon [carol danvers/yon-rogg, jyn/krennic, etc]. also? i'm not one for when violence extends beyond the action/fight sequence realm.

#megalong #fic inquiries #writing #schitt's creek #fic series: let me hold your crown babe #david & alexis #alexis x ted #otp: sometimes a special little lock can come along #thoughts: i have them

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jamie-leah · 4 years

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The Ghost Of You

Bucky x Reader

Oneshot?

Word Count: 2,781

Summary: Request - I'mma add to the angst and request a fic where your ex which you thought to be dead was discovered to be alive and due to conflicted feelings you say no to Bucky when he proposes to you, the rest is up to you bc you are a fantastic writer 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Fluff, mentions of torture and scars, Cliffhanger

A/N: This took a mind of its own. Thank you for the request Nonnie! Hope it was what you had in mind? Enjoy Lovelies!

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“You know I could kick your ass any day of the week, Buck", you say with a smirk and a sideways glance in the elevator down.

Bucky chuckles and turns to you, “only because you cheat".

You look at him, jaw slack in mock offense, “I do not cheat!”.

“Oh please! Last week you started crying and you know I hate seeing you cry! You knew I had you and you took advantage of the fact I’m your boyfriend”, Bucky says, the smirk never leaving his face.

You toss him one of your own and say, “that’s just good tactics, baby. Use your opponent’s weakness against them".

Bucky tips his head back to laugh and it has you grinning when the doors slide open into the lobby of the avengers building. People are milling about like ants but it’s the commotion at the front desk that has you pausing.

A guy with sandy hair that brushes the tops of his shoulders is shouting at the receptionist, “you need to let me see her!”.

Adrenaline starts to flood your veins and you find yourself approaching without thought as you notice his ripped clothes. His voice scratching familiarly at a door you thought you closed years ago.

He shouts again, “you need to get Y/N down here now, you don’t understand”.

The way your name falls off his tongue is like a sucker punch and it takes everything not to double over from shock. You’re vaguely aware of Bucky murmuring, “is he asking for you?”.

But it’s only you and the guy in the whole of the room right now as you say, “Charlie?”.

Charlie, your ex of 4 years, whips around at the sound of your voice. You take each other in for a full minute before he makes his way towards you.

Instinctively, you take a step back. Your ex was dead. You were there when he died. You went to his funeral. This man in front of you is a ghost.

Charlie doesn’t flinch at your reaction, instead taking another step and talking to you like you’re a frightened animal, “Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me, Charlie. Please baby, you’ve got to believe me. I’ve been trying to get back to you all this time and I’ve finally found you".

You shake your head but don’t move away from him, “h-how?”.

Charlie stretches his arms out towards you, “does it matter?”.

The room rushes back as you see Bucky's metal arm come between you and Charlie, his voice comes out hard and guarded, “actually, yes it does matter. You’re supposed to be dead".

Your head was spinning far too fast to register the switch in Charlie as he replies with equal wariness and steel, “yes, I realise that. Can I have a moment with my girlfriend”. It was a statement, not a request despite the wording.

Bucky doesn’t budge, “I’m not sure, you’ll have to ask her". Neither of them takes their eyes off each other and you can feel the air get so thick with tension you wonder when the lightning is going to strike.

You shake your head like you can clear away the cobweb of memories. You lay a hand on Bucky’s arm but look to Charlie, “I guess you should come upstairs then”.

It doesn’t take long before you’re standing in the kitchen, a fresh pot of coffee made and silence to settle. You stand leaning against the counter, Charlie sits at the island nursing a mug, and Bucky leans against the entryway watching Charlie’s every move.

After Charlie takes a sip of his coffee, he looks to you with an annoyed but desperate look, “why does he have to be here? This isn’t how I imagined our reunion”.

You look from Bucky to Charlie before saying, “he’s staying, Charlie. Bucky is, well, he’s my boyfriend”.

You realise you’re holding your breath, but you can’t help it as you watch for Charlie’s reaction. You think you see shock, but it’s quickly masked by a guarded face that could only mean he was hurt, “oh, I see”.

Your heart squeezes a little and you find yourself speaking before you think, “it’s not like that, Charlie”.

You see Bucky give you a sharp look and your head starts to spin again. How the hell did you end up in this position? There was a time you couldn’t even get a guy to call you back and now you have 2 boyfriends? Well, kind of.

You scrub your hands down your face and let out a sigh before looking to Charlie, “what happened? I saw you die. Where have you been all this time?”.

Charlie nods like he was expecting these questions, “I don’t have all the answers. One second, I have a gun to my head and I’m watching you knowing my number is up and the next I wake up in a dark cell and get tortured for the next 3 years”.

Before you can say anything, Bucky cuts in with only two words, “prove it”.

Charlie stares daggers into Bucky and it leaves a prickly heat spread across your skin, “what the fuck man?”.

Bucky shrugs, unfazed by the aggressive tone, “I know the story. I was the one that found Y/N at a Hydra base. If you were really kept and tortured by Hydra for the last 3 years, there’d be proof”, Bucky pauses to wiggle his metal fingers, “trust me. I know”.

Charlie scraps the chair against the floor, the sound echoing around the room as he lifts up his shirt. Scars of all shapes and sizes criss cross his chest and stomach. It’s a sight that has you step towards him before you finally catch yourself. Your feelings are all over the place. You don’t even know what’s an appropriate reaction anymore.

Bucky is the one to speak again, “how did you escape?”.

Charlie looks to you, anger clearly blazing in his dark brown eyes, “what the fuck is with this guy?”.

They both look to you and it makes you feel like a mother being asked to pick between her children. You want to scream, you want to run, you want to hide, but you know this situation won’t sort itself out. It’ll still be a mess for when you come back.

You look at Bucky and your trust in him is unwavering, woven into the fabric of why you love him, that unbreakable trust.

You look to Charlie and you know you still love him, the man that grew up with you, the man that was taken from you.

You turn your back on them and place your hands on the kitchen counter. You needed a moment to think, to sort through the jumble in your head, without the feel of them watching everything you do. Without the expectations.

You let your shoulders slump and say without even turning around, “how did you escape Charlie?”.

The room goes quiet for a few moments before Charlie replies emotionless, “they let me go”.

Bucky barks out a dark laugh as you slowly turn to face him again. For the first time since you saw him suspicion starts to bloom, “you expect me to believe they just…let you go?”.

Charlie walks around the island towards you and you can practically feel Bucky like a livewire in the room. Charlie grips your upper arms and looks into your eyes with a sincerity that would be hard to fake, but maybe it was the close proximity that had you all out of whack.

Charlie murmurs, “would I lie to you babe? Give me the hard truth or pass me the hard liquor, remember?”.

You smile briefly at the old saying you used to share as you say, “you don’t know where the hard liquor is”.

Charlie grins, “I wouldn’t need to. It was always the hard truth. And telling you that they let me go is the hard truth exactly because of your reaction. If I wanted you to trust what I said straight off the bat I would have made something more convincing up”.

He had a point and it was hard to argue when he was there, standing in front of you. When he was solid flesh and breathing the same air as you. You feel your resolve crumble a bit as you whisper, “you’re really alive”.

Charlie pulls you into a hug as he nods against you, “yeah babe, I’m really alive and there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you”.

After a few moments Bucky’s voice fills the silence, “you want to hear another hard truth? It doesn’t make sense for Hydra to just let you go. It would be easier for them to kill you than to let you go unless you were still useful to them”.

You step away from Charlie at the sound of Bucky’s voice and turn to Bucky, “you’re probably right, but we have time to figure that out”.

Bucky shakes his head, looking down at the floor before finding your eyes again, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you watch our new guest while I talk to Y/N in private”.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. replies immediately, “of course, Barnes”.

You glance back at Charlie before following Bucky out of the room and all the way down the hall, out of earshot of the kitchen even for a super soldier.

Bucky shakes his head again, “I have a bad feeling about this, Doll”.

You roll your eyes, “I wonder why my current boyfriend has a bad feeling about my ex-boyfriend that was supposed to be dead but has come back?”.

Anger flares in his eyes, “it’s more than that, Y/N. There’s something that isn’t adding up, something we’re missing. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it to”.

You cross your arms, “I don’t actually”.

“Oh come on!-“.

“No, Buck. You come on. Someone I cared about…care about has come back from the grave and yes there are questions that need answers but…I saw him die Bucky, can’t I just have a few moments?”, you start the sentence angry but it ends in a whisper.

Bucky’s face softens at your tone. He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into him, placing a hard kiss to the crown of your head. You breathe him in and take a moment to thank the stars for someone as understanding as Bucky.

Bucky murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry, I get it, I just want to keep you safe. Besides, we can talk about it more at dinner tonight”.

You pull back slightly to look up at him, “I mean, we’re not going to dinner now”.

Bucky frowns, “what? Why?”.

You pull away from him to see if he was being serious, “did you not just listen to a word I said?”.

Bucky nods, “yeah, of course I did. But we’ve had this dinner planned for ages, Doll, we can’t cancel it now”.

You shake your head at him in disbelief, “it’s not every day that someone’s ex comes back from the dead, so I think that’s a good enough reason to skip the dinner just this once, Buck”.

You start to walk back to the kitchen when “no!”, bursts from Bucky.

You turn to look at him, anger heating up your skin, “what the hell is the matter with you, Barnes?!”

Bucky exhales heavily, head hung low. When he finally looks up at you, he’s wearing his boyish half grin like he’s just accepted the way life has dealt his hand, “this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, and I can’t believe my own goddamn luck”.

“What’s going on, Bucky?”, you ask, confusion tainting your words.

Bucky takes a deep breath before he pulls out a red velvet box. Your heart stops at the sight but it takes a few moments for your muddled brain to register what it is until he opens it. A perfect silver ring sits innocently inside.

Words abandon you as you stare at the man in front of you. Bucky says softly, “I was only pushy about dinner because I was going to propose tonight. I had the whole evening planned and everything. Everyone was involved…but the how and what and when doesn’t really matter. It’s the why. I love you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could. I honestly don’t deserve you, but you make me a better man and my world is brighter with you in it. So, I want you to stay in it, forever”.

He closes the distance between you, but it gives you little comfort and you will him not to say the words, but he does, and it breaks your heart, “will you marry me?”.

You shake your head as your vision blurs. You’re thankful for the tears so you don’t have to look at the hurt that will be written on his face, “I can’t. I can’t do this right now, Buck”.

As your tears fall, his face comes back into focus, hurt and uncertainty all mixed together, “I don’t understand. I know things are complicated and this may not have been the best time, but we love each other, don’t we?”.

“Of course, we do”, you whisper the words that you know are true, so why is this so hard?

“Then I don’t understand-“.

You cut him off, needing the words to come out before they kill you from the inside out, “because I love him too. It’s not like we broke up. We didn’t do anything terrible to each other or let the relationship breakdown. He was taken from me Bucky. I watched him die. When someone dies you move on, but you don’t stop loving them”.

The more you speak the more distance Bucky puts between you, each step he takes is like feeling a piece of your soul leaving, “so what does that mean for us?”.

You go to reach for him but think better of it as you answer, “you have to help me here a little, okay? This isn’t a normal situation. I need time to think. There’s just too much going on right now”.

Bucky bows his head, avoiding eye contact and states, “yeah, time. I think I can do that”. Bucky turns and walks down the rest of the hallway to the elevator.

You call his name even as the elevator doors shut. You stand in the emptiness for a few moments and swipe your hands over your cheeks and under your eyes. You straighten your shoulders and walk back into the kitchen to find Charlie sitting at the island.

He looks up when you walk in, glancing behind you, “where’s your bodyguard?”.

You’re surprised at how much ease you reply to him with, “gone for a walk. I thought maybe we could chat”.

Charlie beams at you and you manage a smile back but only until you ask a serious question, “what were they torturing you for this whole time?”.

His smile vanishes and the quickness of it almost startles you, but you ignore it as he starts speaking again, “it was about you”.

You sigh, knowing it would be, but not wanting this conversation with Charlie right now, “so you know then”.

He flashes you a look, “yeah, eventually I did. Why didn’t you tell me you used to work for Hydra?”.

You turn away from him as he says the truth aloud. You don’t speak so Charlie fills the silence again, “does he know?”.

You toss the answer over your shoulder, “everyone on the team knows”.

You hear the hurt in Charlie’s voice, “and you didn’t tell me?”.

You turn to face him again, “I told them after you were dead, or at least I thought you were dead. I was too ashamed to tell anyone, but I was a mess after I thought you had died. When they did it-when I thought…I nearly told them everything just to end it-“.

“Why didn’t you?”, Charlie asks.

You shrug, “it would have felt like you had died for nothing, because of you I never told a soul. Not even any of the good guys. That information would be too dangerous even for someone with good intentions”.

Charlie gestures like he understands and you’re grateful for it. There’s a pause before he says softly, “can I have some more coffee?”.

You nod and turn back to the coffee maker, barely having time to reach for it when you feel a pinch in your neck and strong arms wrapping around you.

You don’t understand until your limbs become too heavy and the room sways. You stumble but Charlie catches you, whispering, “that was all I needed to hear”. Then everything goes black.

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haven-raven012591 · 6 years

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Part of Me

A/N: This is the next to the last Chapter that i am doing for this Series. I’m really sad to end it but i am thinking of leaving it open ended so i can add little off shoots here and there. Also i don’t know who edited the picture i like it and it inspired something in the Fic.

Warning: None it’s pure fluff. This one is just Happy Finn and (Y/N).

@soulofaravenheartofawolf @wrestlingxbalorxrollins @crayzeebizkit @wweromanticfanfics @loveroflive78 @devitts-brat @briqueenofthenorth@adriennegabriella @iwritewwe @empress-with-the-crown @2sweetqueen @scuzmunkie @meremaidqueen @dolphinpink310 @balorbj @alexnine @balordominion

Chapter 11

She sat in the hotel room and smiled as she looked at Tokyo. They’d both gotten some time off and his plan was that they take a vacation. He had planned everything the only thing that she asked was that they make time to see the Cherry Blossom trees in bloom. She had loved them for so long and wanted so desperately to see them once in her life. He had told her that he had already planned that part of the trip because he knew that she loved them so much. She had giggled like a school girl when he told her that it was going to be a whole week in Japan. He was asleep on the bed and she hadn’t been able to go back to sleep since they got off the plane.

It had been years since they started dating and every moment had felt perfect now that they were together. The first months were kinda bumpy with the other part of him tagging along but that’s also what made it so great for him. He had someone that understood both sides of him and that thought of those sides as part of herself and not just part of him. Normal women would’ve been scared to death of Bálor but (Y/N) had never been scared of him like that, did he scare her on occasion of course Bálor was a demon after all and he had a temper but she would sooth him and in some extreme cases agree with him. Finn always thought it was funny when they’d all agree on something.

“Baby.” Finn whispered. “I’m over here.” (Y/N) said. He looked at her and smiled patting the bed. “I want ta talk ta you about someting.” Finn said. She got up and laid with him smiling as he kissed her softly. “That’s not talking babe.” (Y/N) said. He chuckled and pulled her closer to his chest. “I want ta know about the scar.” Finn said. (Y/N) looked at him and kissed him tenderly as she snuggled closer. “I made a deal with him to always be by your side and never leave you and to always protect you.” (Y/N) said softly shutting her eyes tightly. “Ya’ve kept yer work (Y/N), ya’ve stayed wit me trough it all and I never tought a ting about it, ya were always there.” Finn said.

She sat up and turned the light on kissing him softly. “I didn’t stay with you just because of that vow I stayed with you because I love you, I’ve always loved you Finn and I always will both of you are part of me.” (Y/N) said. “The bite mark?” Finn asked as he sat up and kissed her neck. “I had a dream about him and I called to him, I had no idea I could until then but I can.” (Y/N) said. “What kind of dream?” Finn asked. “You sure you want to know?” (Y/N) asked blushing. “I can guess from the way yer blushing.” Finn said. She grabbed his hand and cupped his cheek locking eyes with him. “It’s not like I didn’t have them about you Finn I did, god every night I had one about us, about you coming to me and telling me you loved me then we’d kiss and you’d snap and make love with me.” (Y/N) said. “Which came first?” Finn asked. “I did, I’m kidding it’s a really bad joke but you did always I’ve loved you since you’re little cocky ass showed up at NXT.” (Y/N) said.

He kissed her long and slow and she sighed as he kissed the mark on her neck. “Finn only you can see it and only you can see me naked now Bálor would murder anyone if I tried to make love with anyone else.” (Y/N) said. Finn looked at her and she saw a site she was use to by now. “I kinda like it when you two do this to me it’s different and so handsome.” (Y/N) said. He smirked and she kissed him softly. Finn/Bálor got up and looked at himself in the mirror. “I don’t know why tis has started happening.” Finn said. (Y/N) got up and went to him taking his hand and smiling. “I know why, because you can let your wall down and both of you can be free because you both know I love you.” (Y/N) said. “Ever since we started dating tis has become common place.” Finn said. His voice was half of both personalities. The growl and rasp from Bálor and the soft sweet calmness from Finn she loved it.

He looked at her and she blinked as her reflection changed too. She had markings on her face and neck like Bálor’s. “Bálor what are you doing?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m showing you what you’d look like as my queen should you ever desire to be more.” Bálor said. “I don’t understand wouldn’t I have to make a deal with a female demon to look like this?” (Y/N) asked. “Not in this case, Mo shíorghrá.” Bálor said. Finn came through and looked at her in awe. “You don’t like it.” (Y/N) whispered. “I do, you look so powerful, so different than what you normally look like.” Finn said. “You’d be ok with this?” (Y/N) asked. He turned her and looked at the markings and traced them with his fingertips. “Is tis what you feel (Y/N)?” Finn asked. “What do you feel?” (Y/N) asked.

She looked at his hand and licked her lips shaking. “I tink it’s sexy seeing ya like tis.” Finn said. “Are you ok about the deal and the bite mark?” (Y/N) asked. “Yes, A ghrá.” Finn said kissing her neck. “What would I have to do?” (Y/N) asked softly. “You’d have ta come wit me.” Bálor said. “To hell?” (Y/N) asked shocked. “Yes, you see we’d have to be married ten my power would be yours to call on as well.” Bálor said. “Can I think about it?” (Y/N) asked softly. She was feeling so sleepy all of a sudden. “Of course A ghrá, take as much time as ya need tis isn’t something that has ta be decided tonight or any time soon.” Bálor said.

She leaned into him and he smiled. “I love you.” Finn whispered. “I love you too.” (Y/N) whispered. They laid down and went to bed she was asleep when he woke up and went to the bathroom. The night they’d had was an interesting one. He wasn’t mad at her for the pact she made with Bálor or the bite mark he knew maybe he should be but she loved him and had only gone to Bálor after he was an ass. Finn looked in the mirror and saw Bálor standing with him. ‘The deal you made with me, would you make it with me for her?’ Bálor asked in his head. “Yes.” Finn said. ‘She made the pact the night she met me, there was no hesitation for her she knew you needed her and she wanted to be there for you.’ Bálor said. “I know tat I’m not mad at her I can’t be.” Finn said.

Bálor nodded and vanished Finn hung his head and laughed. She sat up and ran to him rubbing his back. He looked at her and she looked worried as hell. “Are you ok, why are you laughing like you’ve lost your mind?” (Y/N) asked. He kissed her long and slow holding her close to himself. She rubbed his arms and shoulders as she ran her hands over him. “He wanted me to be ok with yer pact, he even asked about our deal.” Finn whispered. “I don’t understand.” (Y/N) said. “Balor asked me if I’d make our deal again for you and I said yes, ten he told me ya made the pact the same night ya met him and ya didn’t hesitate.” Finn said. “I didn’t.” (Y/N) said.

He kissed her again and she sighed into his lips. She could kiss him all day and never get tired of it. “I love you so much.” Finn whispered to her lips. “I love you too.” (Y/N) whispered to his lips. “I have a lot of things planned for today you want the shower first?” Finn asked. “No love you go get in some gym time and I’ll stay here and plan my outfit so it can wow you.” (Y/N) said. “I don’t want to be wowed (Y/N), I want you to be comfortable and to look like you.” Finn said. She melted more for him and he smiled at her. “I’ll go to the gym you get some more sleep ya look so tired.” Finn said. “I am baby but I don’t want to be apart from you.” (Y/N) whined softly. He laughed and she pulled him closer rubbing his back. “Can’t you skip it for one day and we’ll make up for it later?” (Y/N) purred and nipped his neck.

She giggled as he picked her up and kissed her softly. “No.” Finn said. She laughed and he held her until she went to sleep. All she had to do was think his name and Bálor would know she was in trouble and they’d come running. He worked out and she slept peacefully dreaming about the Cherry Blossom trees. When she woke up he was still in the gym so she stripped and got into the shower smiling at the idea of being married to him one day. “I can’t wait until I’m married to you and we have a baby, I want it to be a boy so that way he’ll be like you.” (Y/N) laughed to herself. She got out and opened the door seeing Finn standing there. She blinked at his expression and then kissed him heatedly. He had her against the wall in second’s already half undress he finished and she sighed.

“Someone was thinking about me.” Finn whispered to her neck. “I was I know we’ve only been dating a few years but Finn I want to spend forever with you and with Bálor.” (Y/N) said. He kissed her passionately and they made love. She was getting ready in the bathroom and he was laying on the bed. “Babe you ok out there you’re really quiet.” (Y/N) called. “I’m tinking about someting important (Y/N), I tink I know what I wanna do I’m just not sure.” Finn called back. She came out and he went to her smiling at the little sun dress she had on. It was White with jack and sally on it from nightmare before Christmas. He loved it on her and the back had a little bit of lace so you could see her tattoos.

“Is this ok?” (Y/N) asked. “This is perfect and ya’ve just answered my question for me (Y/N).” Finn said. She smiled and took his hand as they walked out and got into the car he had hired to take them to the Cherry Blossom Trees. She looked at him as the city gave way to green. “You’re not taking me there first are you?” (Y/N) asked. “I am I have ta, you should see yer face it’s beautiful.” Finn said. She blushed and the driver laughed at them. “Where are you from sir?” Driver asked. “I’m from Ireland, my girl is from America.” Finn said. “His girl” that got her every time. It was him claiming her and she’d thought she’d hate it but she didn’t.

“I think its sweet you bringing her here and seeing the Trees bloom they are beautiful this time of year.” Driver said. “I have always wanted to see them and Finn got to see them all the time when he was here.” (Y/N) said. The driver looked at Finn and his eyes got three sizes bigger. “You’re Prince Devitt.” Driver said. “I was.” Finn said. “I saw you in a few matches the paint you did was amazing.” Driver said. “I loved it.” Finn said. She kissed his cheek and smiled more as they talked and she looked out the window. “(Y/N), we’re here lass.” Finn said. He tipped the driver and told him to come back in two hours.

Finn got a basket and a blanket out of the back and she insisted on taking the blanket so she could hold his hand. They walked up and she looked at the trees in full bloom the blossoms wafting in the breeze. “Finn it’s so beautiful it looks like pink snow.” (Y/N) admired as she picked up a blossom that had come down intact. He took it and put it in the basket and then picked one and put it in her hair. “(Y/N) you shame tem love the way you blush is so beautiful and so rosy, I love tat about ya.” Finn babbled. “Finn.” (Y/N) whispered her eyes already misty. He took the blanket and put it on the gorund then put the basket on one corner.

She sat down then he did and he pulled her close to his chest kissing her forehead. “I love that you started our vacation here.” (Y/N) sighed. He kissed her neck and lips softly. “I’ll bring ya back every day if you want (Y/N).” Finn said. “Can we just come back before we leave maybe the last day just to end where we kinda started?” (Y/N) mused. He kissed her again and nodded. “I love tat idea (Y/N).” Finn said. He rubbed her back and she smiled at him as they talked about everything. She took a picture of him laughing and smiling as a little bird landed on the basket.

“I love you Finn.” (Y/N) said and kissed him passionately. He pulled back and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “I love you too, (Y/N).” Finn said softly. She went to the basket and he stopped her. “Wait.” Finn whispered to her lips as they kissed again. He laid her down and she smiled as he moved over her his knee working her legs open so she could have him between her legs. “I don’t want ta give you the wrong impression (Y/N) but ya look so damn beautiful.” Finn said. She laughed and brought him close and kissed him tenderly as he laid on her chest. “I want ta marry ya here.” Finn whispered. “It would be so beautiful Finn to be married here in your second home.” (Y/N) said.

He got up and opened the basket as she sat up he turned. “I love you (Y/N), I have always loved ya, I was a fool for so long letting the part of me that you love also keep us apart, ten letting her take me from my best friend.” Finn said. She kissed his cheek and ran her hands over his arm bringing him closer. “It’s been years Finn and that doesn’t mean anything to me anymore my love I know you love me and have always loved me, life gets in the way but now we are together always.” (Y/N) vowed. “I want you to marry me (Y/N), I want ta wake up every morning to ya lying beside me and know yer mine for forever.” Finn said.

He brought the box out from behind his back and she looked at him. “Are both of you asking me, do both of you want me?” (Y/N) asked as tears streamed down her face. “Yes (Y/N) we both love you and want you and need you, I don’t need anyone (Y/N) but both of us need you in our life, we want you to marry us.” Finn said. She kissed him passionately and he brought her into his lap putting the box down as she straddled his hips. She pulled back and framed his face in her hands and nodded. “Yes Finn I’ll marry you and I’ll marry Bálor too, both of you mean the world to me and both of you are part of me.” (Y/N) said softly to his lips.

He picked up the box and opened it for her to see the ring. “Finn, love this is perfect.” (Y/N) said. It was a perfect for her not to big and not too small. He had listened to her and gotten her the perfect ring. It was a vintage one at that it looked like one from the 20 or 30s she wasn’t sure but she didn’t care. To the right of the diamond there was an amethyst and then to the left there was an emerald. It had part of his home in Ireland represented by the emerald and then one of her favorite stones which was the amethyst. He slid it on her hand and the sun caught the ring and she kissed him tenderly. “Finn you are an amazing man you know that my love.” (Y/N) said softly.

He laughed and rubbed her back kissing her long and slow. “I know one ting (Y/N).” Finn said. “What’s that?” (Y/N) asked looking at him. He kissed her forehead and down the center of her face. He cupped her cheek and she sighed as he kissed her softly. “Tá tú mo chroí, A stór.” Finn whispered to her lips. “What does all that mean my love?” (Y/N) asked softly. He kissed her again and she melted into his chest running her fingers into his hair. She pulled back and looked at him as he smiled at her. “It means you are my heart, my treasure.” Finn said. She licked her lips and he groaned softly.

She sighed and kissed him again as he laid her down his lips never leaving hers. His lips where soft and firm they slid against hers like they were meant for her alone. He ran his hands over her legs and she giggled as he pulled back. “What’s so funny (Y/N)?” Finn asked as he smiled at her. “I was just hoping you would purpose soon in the shower and now here we are in the Cherry Blossom trees and you’re kissing me like I’m all the air you’ll ever need.” (Y/N) said. “You are all the air I will ever need (Y/N), you are everyting ta me, yer part of me and I’ve always known that.” Finn said. “Now I’ll be yours forever Finn only yours.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and looked at her as his face changed, well half his face. She looked into his eyes and one blue and one black one stared back at her.

Gaelic Terms Used.

Tá tú mo chroí, meaning you are my heart

A stór. meaning my treasure

A ghrá meaning love

Mo shíorghrá meaning My eternal love

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runaway-fiction · 6 years

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This Wasn’t Part of the Plan (Liam x MC x Drake)

Author’s Note: This fic is a continuation of the polyamorous dynamic between Liam, Drake, and my MC Amelia Alvarez that began first with “I Love You Too”, next “The Woman They Both Loved”, then “Willing to Try” and most recently “The Rules”. Please click on the titles or see my Masterlist if you would like to catch up. Thank you all so much for the support and those that encouraged me to move out of my comfort zone. This is the first time I’ve ever done a series, so I’m beyond grateful for your feedback and love!

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This fic is rated R for language and sexual content; it is NSFW. Please keep in mind that this series follows how three people navigate a poly relationship. If that is not your thing, please skip this series. Enjoy and thank you! :)

The wedding bells tolled. The guests that filled the abbey murmured with anticipation. The buzz of disparate voices lulled into a reverent silence as the first chords of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” began to linger in the quiet morning air. Drake stood at the altar next to Liam, clad in a too tight tuxedo that made him uncomfortable to the point of strangulation as the archbishop stood with his usual air of piety. Drake, like everyone else, was waiting to see the bride emerging through the great double doors of the royal abbey.

When she entered, a collective murmur went through the crowd as they saw the bride clad in ivory, rather than pure white as was custom. Her thirty-foot-long train swept gracefully through the aisle, her cathedral veil was held in place with a diamond encrusted crown, obscuring her face almost completely. A bouquet of white roses and bluebells fell like a waterfall from her hands. As she glided towards the altar, Drake couldn’t help but think of the night before…

Amelia kissed Drake fiercely, her hands knotting in his dark hair. He rolled over her in his bed, lowering his weight on top of her. One of her legs wrapped around his waist as her skirt bunched upwards, revealing the side of her hip being pressed into the mattress. He pinned her hands above her head, rolling his groin towards her in a way that he knew drove her crazy.

“Drake…” she moaned, “You’re killing me here…”

“Baby,” he said against her lips, “It’s just as bad for me if that makes you feel any better…”

“You know it doesn’t,” she whispered, as she snapped her teeth to bite his lip. He sucked on hers in retaliation.

“You’re making this hard on me,” he growled. Her eyes gleamed.

“Prove it,” she said. Drake locked his eyes on hers before he flipped her around onto her stomach suddenly. She yelped in surprise, her yelps giving way to moans as he, still fully clothed, pressed his hard length against her ass. He thrust up against her until she was nearly crying with desire. “Drake…I want it…” she whimpered. She intertwined her fingers with his, pushing her ass against the front of his pants as he bore down on her.

“I know, babe, I want it too,” he whispered in her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, “but we can’t…not yet…”

“Ugh I know, I know…Rule number one.”

Until Cordonia had an heir, the three of them couldn’t risk Amelia getting pregnant by Drake, so they had agreed that in the meantime, Amelia and Drake would hold off on having sex. It was difficult, almost impossible, Drake found, as Amelia writhed in his arms, her hands tearing at the sheets in frustration.

“But there are other things we can do…” he said as he gripped her breast through her blouse. He dared not take off any article of clothing lest he lose complete control, he didn’t think he could handle seeing her naked body lying before him.

“Show me,” she gasped, as pressed hot kisses to the back of her neck.

“I’m gonna show you all of them,” he growled as he lowered his fingers down to hold her clit. Even through her dress he could tell she was soaking wet. He rubbed her until she was shuddering in his arms, by the time he had inserted two fingers into her, he himself was nearly at the edge. He pressed himself as close as he dared to her entrance where his fingers were soaking in her wet heat. He thrust against her until she was crying out, “Oh God, Drake, I’m coming!” and he came inside his pants with a hoarse yell.

The line they were walking teetered precariously between pleasure and pain, but as far as things were, Drake wouldn’t have it any other way…

Or so he thought. Drake watched as Liam lifted the veil from Amelia’s face. Framed in the ivory, with the crown resting precariously on her head, Amelia’s face shone out, she was as beautiful as ever, but was it Drake’s imagination that he saw a tightening around the corners of her eyes, a slight shake in her fingers? He nodded at her…she smiled back…and it was that small smile, one that was only theirs that caused Drake to wish the impossible: he wished she was marrying him.

All his life, Drake put Liam first. The first few months of being with Amelia alongside Liam had been good, great even. Sexually, he felt fulfilled in ways he never thought he could. While the first time he and Liam made love to Amelia together had been exceptional, a moment that Drake would never forget, he and Liam didn’t often have sex with Amelia together, tacitly they seemed to agree that intimacy was better shared between them, rather than amongst. So they conducted their respective affairs with the soon to be American queen exclusively, privately, but Drake began to see a pattern emerging.

Liam seemed, possibly unconsciously, to demand preference, as the restraints on his time necessitated that Amelia spend time with him based on his availability. This meant that Drake inevitably had to defer to Liam’s preference of when he wanted to be with Amelia.

A longing had arisen in Drake, that was entirely foreign and unexpected. He harbored it within him, barely aware of his secret, a desire that he could not yet articulate.

Drake longed to be first.

He knew the rules. He had agreed to them. But now that they were living them…he thought he would always be able to do whatever Liam wanted of him without question, without restraint. Drake had relationships before, but they were mostly brief, passing fancies in an otherwise bachelor existence.

But with Amelia, it was different. He had never loved anyone before. He loved Savannah as a brother, he loved Liam as a friend…he thought he would never have a chance to be with her in any capacity but as time went on, he found it harder and harder to let Amelia go.

There was a moment, a few weeks ago, where he thought Amelia might feel the same way…

They were sitting in a bar, a half empty bottle of whiskey before them.

“Something on your mind Alvarez?”

She was cupping her face with her hand, absently swirling the amber liquid in her glass with the other, her eyes far off. They sat in the far back of the bar, away from prying eyes hoping to steal a glance at Cordonia’s future queen. At his inquiry, she pursed her lips.

“I don’t know…” she said glumly.

“You’re worried about something.”

“How can you tell?”

“You get this tiny crease in between your eyebrows. It’s pretty cute, actually.”

Despite herself, she smiled.

“Yeah, I’m worried.”

“About?”

“Wondering if I’m in over my head.”

The huge Cordonian diamond glittered on her left hand. She sighed. He decided to be honest with her.

“Yeah, I think you might be,” he said bluntly.

Her eyes snapped to him.

“Really?”

“Rule number three right? Always be honest?”

“Uh-huh. If you’re such a stickler for following the rules, then why are you breaking one?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Rule number two? Don’t get jealous?”

“Jealous?” he scoffed, “I’m not jealous.”

“Oh? Is that why you keep glancing at my ring every ten minutes?”

Shit, he thought, he should have been more careful.

She continued, “Or why, every time someone even mentions the wedding, you get all silent and broody?”

“I don’t get silent and broody…” he muttered, taking a drink. She laughed, her eyes never leaving his.

She leaned in, across the table. “I can taste it in your kiss Drake Walker. You’re jealous,” she said softly.

He leaned forward, meeting her eye for eye. “Prove it,” he said, keeping his voice level.

Their lips met in a kiss, different from all the others, it built into a fever that neither of them were prepared for. Her lips pressing against his, the feeling he felt for her had moved beyond pleasure, beyond what he thought was love, beyond anything he could have imagined. He wanted her to kiss him, only him and in this moment it almost felt like it was just them: no Liam, no Cordonia, no crown, no king between them.

Fuck, he thought.

He was jealous.

So here he was, standing in a goddamned church right next to Liam, his best friend and king, breaking all the rules, even his own.

“…And now if the best man could bring forth the wedding bands…”

Drake stood lost in his reverie until Maxwell to his left nudged him.

“That’s you Drake.”

“Huh? Oh right!” He scrabbled to find the velvet box containing the royal rings, patting himself down. Sheepishly, he handed them to the archbishop. He watched as Liam placed the glittering band on Amelia’s finger and had the sudden, insane urge to knock it from his grip, sending the ring flying towards the abbey’s archways.

What the fuck?, thought Drake. Snap out of it.

But he couldn’t shake it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were making a terrible mistake, that he was making a terrible mistake. And despite himself, he looked over to Amelia and met her gaze.

“Amelia,” whispered Liam, glancing between her and Drake, “Are you all right?”

Drake could see that she was shaking, Liam’s hands were white with the effort of holding hers steady.

“And now,” said the archbishop, “should anyone have any reason that these two should not marry…”

“Wait,” Amelia said suddenly. She was panicked, her eyes were wide. Liam looked at her with alarm.

“Amelia…?”

“I’m sorry Liam, I…” she looked around at the assembly as they gasped, “Please, I just need a minute…” and she wrested her hand from Liam’s grip, rushing into the church’s sacristy, her outrageously long train sweeping into the light of the side room.

Oh fuck, thought Drake, this wasn’t part of the plan.

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supersoldierslover · 7 years

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Perfect Morning

Summary: When your boyfriend Bucky comes back from a mission all you want to do it’s to spent the day cuddling with him and make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, life has other plans and Bucky is called to work right away.

This is my submission for @buckthegrump writing challenge where my prompt was “Or you could…ya know, stay?”

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1061

Warnings: Full of fluffy and very sexual it is not a smut but there is dirty talking on it

You wake up with the bed moving, you groan annoyed at the disturbance. You are definitely not ready to get up, last night you barely slept waiting for Bucky to get home from a mission. When he got home he was, dirty, starving and with bruises all over his body.

It was safe to say that you only manage to go to be around 4 am when you were sure that he was fine. Well as much as he could be after a mission.

“Morning, babe.” You hear Bucky saying behind you, you feel his human hand rest on your hip as he starts to kiss your neck “Morning, Jamie... What time is it?” All you want to do is sleep all day with him by your side “Almost, 10 am… I would say that we overslept but that would be a lie.”

He flips you around getting on top of you, kissing your neck. You feel his hand explore your torso stopping on your breasts at the same time he sucks the soft skin of your neck making you moan. This was definitely your favorite way to wake up.

You are so lost in your pleasure that you don’t hear Bucky cellphone vibrating on the nightstand, you pout when you hear feel him getting off you “ What do you want, Steve?” Bucky asks obviously not happy that he was interrupted.

“What that fuck happened? Don’t ask for me to watch my language, Steve. “You laugh at their fighting, how two a hundred year guys can act like four year old sometimes? You try to wait for him to hang up patiently, but what would be the fun in that?

You start to run your nails down his back, kissing his neck and ear. Your hand starts to explore his torso, going to his thighs. You are not paying attention to their conversation anymore, your whole focus is on teasing him and making him lose control.

“Right I will be right there.” Bucky says hugging up the phone, he holds your hand making you stop your movements “Sweetheart, I have to go…. Something happened on the compound so kind of attack… I think and Steve didn’t know how to explain…. Everyone is ok but he needs my help... I am sorry.”

You bite your lip, you want to ask for him to stay so badly he just got back from a mission and you don’t want to see him leave you again “ Don’t go.” You say without noticing, you hate to be this person but you don’t regret asking him to stay.

“Baby, you know that I can’t they can be in danger… or hurt.” You pout, you know that you are being selfish right now but the compound was full of superheroes they really didn’t need his help, right?

“I know that you have to go, it is your duty and all the things that we talked a million but you could…ya know, stay?” He gives you half a smile, kissing your forehead “Where this coming from? I know that I just come back but you never asked me for me to stay not like this.” He says softly, holding your hand, while you stroke his cheek.

“I miss you, Bucky you just come back for a 3-week mission. You still have the bruises to prove, I know that I am being selfish, but I need you.” You watch all the feelings going thru his face, guilty, fear, angry, love and guilty again.

He pulls you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head “I am sorry.” He says caressing your back, you hide your face on his chest letting a few tears fall out of your face “Don’t be, Bucky… I am acting like a damn child.” You say embarrassed, you are being needy and acting childish.

“Wait in here, please.” He says putting you on the bed and kissing your forehead. You lay in bed waiting for him to come back, you hear him speaking in the other room sometimes in English other times in Russian. His tone changes a lot too, sometimes is rough, other times is soft and pleading.

A lot of time has passed, but eventually, he comes back to the room. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits on the chair next to the window and starts at you “What happened?” You ask sitting on his lap, you can see that the talk left his stressed and you hate to see him worked up like this.

“Don’t worry about it.” You don’t like this answer, you would hate that he got in trouble because of you. He must notice the look on your face because he quickly adds “I talked to Tony and Sam and they didn’t think my presence was necessary there for what happened but Natasha and Steve disagreed and everyone started to argue…. Well, I hang up and now I am here with you.”

“Bucky you shouldn’t. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He kisses your neck “Like I said don’t worry, so now that I am here totally at your mercy what are you going to do with me.” He says cheerful, trying to change the subject, you decide to let go and play his game.

“Well now that I have you all to myself, I would kiss your whole body especially that sweet spot behind your ear that always makes you moan. Then I would take really good care of you, ride you nice and slow. Making up for all the time we had lost while you were on a mission.”

You say kissing him, he moans at your words so you keep talking “I would let you do anything you want to me, or I could take control… whatever you want. Then we would take a bath together, I would wash your hair and we would be submerged on pink and golden bubbles.”

You kiss him again, running your hands on his bulge “And to end or beautiful morning, we would go to that French bakery on the corner. Eat croissants and other piasters.” He gets up from the chair, with you in his arms “It does sound like a perfect morning much better than go after bad guys.” He says laying you in bed and taking off his shirt out of your body.

Part 2

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hornsbeforehalos · 7 years

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Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 9

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart. Warnings: , Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus

"Look at your self, whore" he voice snickered, "Can't even take a dick right anymore. How is he going to want you now?"

It was dark, decrepit, and foul smelling. I couldn't see or hear anything except for the sound of his voice.

"He'll probably stay with you for a while, because he feels bad, but then, then once he realizes what a burden you are, how pathetic, ugly, and stupid you are, how miserable you will make him, he'll leave. Just like everyone else. He'll go find a real woman, someone who will take care of her man the way a woman is supposed to."

I woke with a start, eyes darting open. 'It was a dream. It wasn't real.' Jeffrey had pulled my back into his chest and held onto me all night. His long arms were wrapped tightly around me, so when I couldn't keep my nightmare-enticed shaking under control, of course he felt it and stirred from his own slumber. "Y'okay, baby?" He murmured, still half unconscious. "Y-yeah, baby, I'm fine." I whispered, still trembling slightly. I rolled over to face his bare chest, nuzzling my nose in the course hair there. He sighed contently and squeezed me gently against him. I craned my neck to look at his sleeping face, brows slightly furrowed as he slipped back into his own subconsciousness. I let my fingertips dance across his beard and neck, coaxing a soft smile to his lips. "Mmmm," he moaned as I kissed his throat, running my tongue down to his chest and kissing there as well. His breathing picked up when his body realized that I was continuing my trail south. His eyes shot open when he felt me pull him out of his boxers, his hand instantly going to the side of my face.

"Babe, what are you-- Holy fuck!" He gasped in surprised as I took him in my mouth, immediately swirling my tongue around the head before pushing him to the back of my throat as deep as I could go. He was long, thick, and silky like heaven. "Fuck, baby girl, what are you doing?" He lifted the sheet that was covering my head to look at me as I raised my eyes to meet his. I moaned around him and bobbed my head faster in response, hand curling around what I couldn't take. "You...you...you don't have to... Oh, fuck!" he grunted, bringing both hands to tangle into my hair as he pulled it out of my face for me, holding it in a pony tail as I moved my tongue up and down his shaft and squeezed the root. "Jesus Christ, Mother of Fuck. Gaaaaaaah!......Nnnggg, Ky- Kylin......Fuck" His breathing picked up rapidly as I continued. He allowed himself shallow thrusts into my mouth at the same time I bobbed up and down, and let out a slew of profanities and proclamations of blasphemy as I worked my lips and tongue against him. I felt him stiffen and swell in my mouth, the telltale sign of him edging closer to release, and I pushed the last inch of him past my lips as he spilled his hot come down my throat with a final shout of what almost sounded like a declaration of love. He collapsed back into the pillows breathing heavily as I pulled away from him and came out from underneath the covers.

"What was that?" He heaved, still not able to catch his breath. I couldn't understand the look on his face, and because of that, my mind instantly went to the worst. ‘He didn't like that. After last night, how can want anything from me?' Instantly embarrassed, I stammered. "I- I- I wanted to, um... I'm sorry, I...know...." "Hey hey hey- stop. Calm down. Talk to me." He pulled me to his side to rest my head on his shoulder as his breathing finally steadied. He smoothed the hair out of my face and kissed the crown of my head. "I felt bad...because of what happened last night and-" I started, tears forming already, but he cut me off. "Hey, none of that. I already told you that wasn't your fault. You didn't have to do that just because you felt you had to. You don't owe me anything, Kylin." He held my face in his hand lifted it to where I'd look at him so he could rub our noses gently against each other, "Ever." I sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, "I'm sorry I did something you didn't like." His eyebrows rose quickly in shock, "You think I didn't like that, baby doll?" "Well, I mean, I know you liked it, obviously. But if you didn't want that from me..." I trailed off, embarrassment creeping up again. "Oh honey, I fucking loved it. Best God damned head I've had in ages and I'm not fucking lying." He assured, rolling to where he could hover his torso over me with the use of his arms on the sides of my head. He ground his hips into the outside of my thigh and dipped his head down to my neck, kissing me softly as I tilted my neck for him with a moan. "You look so fucking perfect between my legs, girl." He rasped in a whisper, his breathy tone sending shivers down my spine as he dug his already hardening member into my hip again. I whimpered again as he kissed me, lips immediately opening for his tongue to slide against mine, exploring my mouth with enthusiasm. He broke the kiss to press his forehead against me and catch his breath, and when I opened my eyes I was staring into his. "You're amazing." He gasped, rolling off of me to lay on his back, trying to calm himself. "Thank you." I replied, not sure what else to say. He smiled and turned his head back to look at me, "Anytime, Sweetheart."

We had eventually got around to prying ourselves from each others arms to get ready for the day when his alarm went off. He called for coffee while I was in the shower, and then took my spot after I was done blow drying my hair. I had called for Misha to bring me a change of clothes and my makeup, which he threw to me the moment I answered the door to his knock before saying something about having a photo op and that he'd see me in the green room later and running off. I should have known based on his smirk that he was up to something, and I verified when I saw the items of clothing he provided for me with my shoes. "Dmitri got me a new shirt, it looks like" I giggled as Jeff came out of the bathroom, cotton hotel towel hung lowly around those hip bones of his. "What's that, sweetheart?" I slipped t-shirt over my head and pulled it down so he could see it. It had a silhouette of Lucille on it with "Property of Negan" scrawled in bloody letters underneath. We both busted out laughing at the sight.

"He does that shit on purpose, you know." He chuckled as he set about finding his own outfit.

"Jensen's gonna get a kick out of it, for sure" I mumbled as I pulled the pair of shorts Misha had brought me. Of course they were the shortest ones I had packed, and I had to tie the shirt at the end to keep it from looking like I was walking around half naked. "Mmmm, baby, it does look good on you, though." He snickered as he made his way closer to me to wrap his arms around my waist and trail his hands down to cup my ass. "I’m more of a Daryl Dixon girl, though." I jested with a wink, earning me a smack to the backside. "Oh yeah?" He grunted, cocking an eyebrow. "To be honest with you, I haven't even seen your season." I giggled, turning away from him to find my socks and shoes. "Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?" He grumbled, coming up behind me to grind against my ass as I bent over to push my foot into its sneaker. "I suppose so." I said, ignoring him as I reached for my makeup bag and made my way to the mirror covering the closet door, "Get dressed, babe, you have a panel in an hour."

"I thought you were Misha's assistant?" He mumbled and sighed as he found and pulled on a pair of dark washed jeans and fumbled around through his arsenal of graphic t-shirts. I rolled my eyes as I sat on the floor and began to spread my makeup in front of me while he continued to dress. "You really use all that shit?" He asked, observing me bouncing my face with foundation while he put his glasses on. "If I don't wanna look dead to the world then yes." I replied, earning me an eye roll through the mirror. I applied my powder, blush, eyeliner, and mascara quickly as I waited for the glue for my lashes to get tacky. I had to fight with them a minute to get them perfectly placed, which caused Jeffrey to laugh. "Shut up and blow." I huffed, craning my head upwards for him as he crouched down and lightly blew air towards my eyelids with a chuckle. "That's usually what I say." He rasped, nuzzling his nose against mine before standing back up to get his shoes on while I tried to decide what lipstick to wear. "Anything that won't come off when I kiss you," He suggested. "Matte black it is then," I said, picking up the tube.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He asked, holding up the big pink pan of mint green highlighter. "To make my cheeks look like candy, duh." I answered while correcting the lines on my lips. I took the pan from him and grabbed a brush, sweeping the color over my cheekbones to show him. "See? Now people can see me from Mars." I giggled as I tickled his nose with the brush, leaving a little bit of sparkle on the tip, "Now you can shine with me!" He scrunched his nose as he wiped his face with his hands, trying to get the glitter off of him. "You're annoying." he said jokingly as I pushed everything back into its bag. "You should know this by now." I replied. I stood up once I finished to wrap my arms around his neck. "Mmmm. I like you all gothed up. Its different, makes me feel young again" He smirked as he curled his arms around me to plant a chaste kiss on my mouth, lips puckered to be careful of any undried lipstick. "You aren't old, Jeffrey." I said after I pulled away to do final check of my appearance in the mirror with him standing behind me. "I'm almost 30 years your senior, love. You're gonna be pushing me around in a wheelchair soon." He sighed, the idea obviously bothering him slightly. I hadn't even thought about it. "No I wont, because I'll be riding around on your lap. We'll get you one of the electric ones." I giggled, trying to lighten his thoughts. He gave me a small grin with a chuckle as he ducked his head down to kiss my neck. "You gonna stick around long enough and take care of me?" He rasped against my skin, drawing goosebumps. I hadn't even thought about that, either, honestly. Jeffrey had said himself that we were having fun, and it's not like we even had the capability to get any further due to my issue from night before. I wasn't even sure why it happened with him. I had read in the information packets that the hospital had sent home after the attack that something like that was possible, just didn't think it would happen to me or with him, not that I had even planned on having sex with him at the time. The idea of him wanting to keep me around when my body didn't seem to want to have him inside me seemed a little far-fetched anyway. "I'm sure that even if we're not together then we'll still see each other enough." I said, looking into his eyes through the reflection. He grinned again and nodded, bringing his hand up to my shoulder to move my hair so he could kiss me there too. I closed my eyes and leaned against him for a moment, feeling him, until there was a knock on the door. With a sigh he stepped away from me to answer as I opened my eyes. Pleased with the refection in the mirror, I threw my makeup bag in the pile of petticoats and skirts in the corner of the room and grabbed my purse, checking to make sure all my essentials were there as he finished his conversation with the volunteer and closed the door back. "Ready?" he asked, smile on his face as his eyes roamed my body again. "Yes sir." I replied, grabbing my coffee cup and following him out the door.

"Um. Hi. My question is for Jeffrey," The fan asked nervously. "Hi Baby doll, how're you today?" He drawled in that charming way of his. "Good. Um. I was wondering if you were currently dating anyone?" I immediately gripped Osric’s hand as we sat watching Jensen & Jeff's panel from the first row. "My sister." Jensen spoke quickly into the microphone before looking around absently like he hadn't just said the most horrific thing in the world. Jeff immediately popped him in the back of the head. "Well? You are!" my brother said defensively before gesturing his hands to me, "She's sitting right the fuck there dude! Look at her fucking shirt!" "Fuck." I mumbled under my breath 'why are you doing this?' "Why don't you just come up here, sis?" Jensen said with a smirk, hopping down off the stage and pulling me up by my hand. My face immediately turned vermilion, I know it. I kept shaking my head and kept it down as my hair fell forwards and covered my face. Everyone was staring at me and there were even some "Awhhhs" to be heard in the background. "I hate you so fucking much." I murmured to Jensen before he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to hoist me onto the stage. "I hate you!" I yelled louder, riling a group of laughter from the crowd and a bark from Jeffrey as he went to catch me when Jensen basically threw me into his lap. "She's gonna beat your ass one day and I'm going to watch." Jeffrey spoke into the microphone as he re positioned me to sit comfortably on top of him, my back to his chest and his free hand resting on my thigh. My face was still bright red and I covered it with my hands in embarrassment. I nodded at Jeffrey's comment, giggling behind my hands as he craned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek, earning a roar from the fans. "Alright, now that I've succeeded in making my sister's life hell for the day, next question?" Jensen said as I shot daggers at him with my eyes. Jeffrey pulled the microphone away from his face as the fan spoke to Jensen, the question being about Dean, and rested it against my other leg, slapping a pattern into my thighs with little taps of his hands. He hooked his chin onto my shoulder and murmured, "You okay?" I leaned back into him slightly and turned my head closer to his, still covering my mouth with my hands, "Don't really have a choice of the matter, do we?" He reached up to pull my hands away from my face to lace his fingers with mine back on my lap and kiss my cheek again. "Will you two stop it over there? I'm trying to answer a question, Jeeze" Jensen scolded when he realized everyone was ooh-ing for Jeff and I.

I narrowed my eyes as I took the mic from Jeff's grasp, raising it to my lips, "You did this, brother. And don't think I'm not going to get you back. Trust me."

Jensen pretended to come at me and I instinctively tucked myself deeper into Jeff's arms and held a leg out to stop him. Jeff laughed at our playfulness ans he pretended to protect me from my brother. "Aye, Aye, Aye no beating up my assistant!" Came Misha's voice from backstage right before he rushed through the curtain with a foam sword, lunging it at Jensen. "Yeah! Get him Misha!" I cried in laughter as Misha knocked Jensen away a few feet, standing on guard with the pretend weapon. Jeffrey had thrown his head back and was squeezing his arms around me as he his shoulders rolled with his laughter, causing me to giggle like a school girl myself. Soon after Rob and Rich jumped onto the stage, signaling that it was time for Misha's panel as Louden Swain played his intro and the rest of us retreated to the greenroom again. "I can't fucking believe you, Jensen." I immediately spat the moment we entered the room. "What? It had to be done eventually." He defended, throwing his hands up. I jerked him away from Jeffrey and dragged him into the corner of the room. Realizing we needed privacy, Jeff sauntered over to the food table to find something to snack on. "Dude, I don't even know what the fuck this is between him and I and here you are plastering it all over the fandom like it's nothing. I can't believe you." I glared, my voice low as I dug my nails into his arm that I still grasped. "Dude, you've been swooning for the guy for almost a year now, ya'll's pictures have been in the tabloids for months, every one expected this. You literally slept with him last night!" He whispered back, furrowing his brows in frustration. "No, I didn't. I couldn't. And now I don't know what the fuck this besides him claiming that I'm his, and now that I've determined I can't even have sex right I-" tears threatened to prick themselves as he cut me off, "What do you mean you can't have sex? Look, Ky, just because of what happened doesn't mean that-" He started, but I interrupted him, "No, not that, Jensen. It's not a mental thing I don't think, it's a physical thing. Like, he we were fooling around and he tried to touch me and it hurt-" "Okay, T.M.I. You need to go to the doctor, though, sis. The nurse said that everything," He coughed in embarrassment at his next comment, "everything is working properly...uh...down there... so what's the issue?" I could tell the conversation made him uncomfortable but that he still wanted to help his baby sister. "I don't know, Jay. Side-affect from the surgery, I guess." I sighed, leaning my head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me for comfort. "You'll be able to work through it, sis. We'll figure it out." He huffed, squeezing me one last time before pulling away. We joined Jeffrey at the spot he'd taken up on the couch, Jensen forcing me into the middle. "You okay, doll?" Jeffrey rasped lowly while chewing on a nibble of a salad wrap. I sighed again and lied, "Yeah, just planning on how to kill my fucking brother."

I was sitting behind Misha working on stuff for Gish while he signed autographs when I heard the girl mumbling to her friend about me while she waited in line. "I heard she was a stripper. Probably just with him for his money." she said, and my eyes immediately lifted to look at her. She was about 19 or 20 with brown hair, talking to her friend ,who appeared to be the same age, who was a blonde. "She's so skinny. Who would want that? I guess Jeffrey's into bones." her friend snickered back. It was obvious that Misha heard the girls as he closed his pen with a sigh as they approached him. "H-h-hi Misha, would you mind-" She attempted to say before Misha cut her quickly off, "Actually, I do mind. It's really heartbreaking that people who claim to be apart of our family like to talk shit about other members of our family, especially within earshot of me. Kylin is also literally right the fuck here," he gestured to me, where I looked up from my laptop to glare at both of the girls, "so anything you have to say can be said directly to her." The girls were both stuck in their place, shocked expressions reddening their faces. I continued to glare at them with narrow eyes silently until the brunette finally gained enough composure to speak, "S-s-sorry. I didn't realize-" "Of course you didn't. Now if you'd please keep the line moving." Misha spoke sternly, elbows on the table with his hands clasped in front of him as he nodded his head for them to move on.

The girls grumbled by, obviously pissed as they continued their whispers low enough not to make out. I sighed as Jensen came up behind Misha and placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "What was that?" He asked, eyes trailing to the girls who where still glaring from the side. "What I was fucking avoiding." I mumbled, returning my attention to the work in front of me. "Fan girls being fan girls, babe, nothing I couldn't handle." Misha answered, patting where Jensen held his shoulder. "You know their gonna talk, Ky. You've seen what Dani and Gen go through." Jensen rolled his neck as he spoke to face me. "I'm sorry, is my name Danneel or Kylin Ackles? Thought so. There's a fucking reason why I avoid all this shit." I gestured with my hand, keeping my voice low as another set of fans made it through the line. Misha turned his attention to the older woman that approached him and asked "Hey, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, what's up?" "Did you happen to catch Jeffrey Dean's and Jensen's morning panel?" he squinted his eyes as he peered up at her. "Yes I did. It was adorable the way Jeff nuzzled our girl over there. On behalf of the fandom, you made the fucking catch of the year, chick." She smiled an infectious smile that spread through Misha and Jensen and worked its way over to me. "See? Haters gonna hate, Kylin. Fuck those teeniebopping twats." Misha said as he signed the woman's picture, making everyone chuckle. "Thanks." I smiled at her, feeling slightly better as I returned to working.

The rest of the day went on without too many whispers, and I was able to get most of the work that I needed to with Random Acts that I needed to in between following Misha around. I hadn't seen Jeffrey all day due to him being all over the convention with panels, photos, and his own autographs, and me genuinely needing to work, so when he poked his head through the curtain behind where I sat waiting on Misha to finish with his photos, I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face.

"How's my girl doing?" He rasped, rubbing his nose into my hair. He was currently in the middle of a Negan photo session himself on the other side of the curtain. "Working." I replied, fingers continuing to type as I rubbed the side of my face against his scruff. "Mmmm, I see that. When we're done here you wanna go make out in my room?" He whispered with a chuckle, sending shivers down my spine. "Weren't you just talking about how old you are this morning?" I laughed, ignoring my goosebumps. "You bring the youngin' out of me, girl. Can't help it." He smiled against my neck and I could feel his teeth brush against my skin. "I gotta get ready Misha ready for the concert tonight, Jeff. He doesn't know what to wear." I chuckled, eyes flicking to Misha as he posed with a fan. "Oh yeah, you gotta get ready too. Alright then." he grinned before placing a wet kiss to my neck and ducking his head back in through the curtain as he was called.

"The next lovely lady I want to bring out to sing with us is one of the strongest women I've ever met in my life. She has been through so much and has risen above all the shit she's had to endure. I'm so thankfully that she was able to get passed everything and find herself again. Please help me welcome Jensen's sister, Ky, to the stage." Rob smiled at the crowd and turned to me as I walked up to him, his arms entangling me in a strong hug as he whispered against my temple, “You got this, kid,” before walking back to the piano.

“I fucking hate you, Jensen. Rob, you’re on the list too, babe.” I sneared into the mic as I adjusted it, earning me a laugh from the audience. Rob let out a bark of a laugh from his place.

He began to play the intro on the keys as I turned my head to the audience and instantly caught eyes with the last person I expected. Anthony was standing in the crowd, about 10 feet away from me, glaring sickeningly. I gasped in shock, looking around to see that no one else had noticed him. A challenging snarl crossed his lips at my reaction, him getting off on the fact that he still had a hold on me. I stuttered for a second, jaw dropping open and my insticts telling me to run. A chuckle shook his shoulders at the sight of me, making me narrow my eyes at him in spite. I cocked my head at him and he jerked his head back, amused. I inhaled sharply and dropped my head for a moment as I listened to Rob play the song. I stood there for a second, pleased with Rob’s choice for me as I steadied my nerves before releasing the breath and gripping the microphone as a smirk appeared on my lips.

"Well, you almost had me fooled, Told me that I was nothing without you. Oh, and after everything you've done, I can thank you for how strong I have become".

The look on his face as I began the song changed as he realized what I was singing. What had started out as a predatory smirk on his lips quickly turned to a hardened line and his brows furrowed. " 'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this as I wish you farewell I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying" I couldn't bring myself to tear away from his gaze. Despite everything else toxic in our relationship, he had always been able to tell exactly what I was feeling regardless if I used words or not by looking me in the eyes. He mostly used it to his advantage to hurt me, but I was using it to mine now. "I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come" I brought one hand to grip the microphone for leverage and the other one to my chest as the words flowed through my voice. I was so fixated on making sure he knew that I wasn't afraid of him anymore and that I was done and keep my own body steady that I didn't even notice the other people joining the stage or even feel Jeffrey's presence as he stepped up behind me. The crowd of people however did see and pushed past him towards the front of the guardrail around that had been erected in front of the stage, but he never let go of mys stare as I continued to belt out the lyrics. "'Cause I can make it on my own And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain When I'm finished, they won't even know your name" Another thing I didn't realize was the tears in my eyes, but they finally spilled over as my voice slightly cracked. When Jeffrey heard this, he placed his hands on my hips and tilted my body back into his strong chest. My voice only faltered slightly as the calmness that his arms brought me took over my whole body as I brought my hands to his. Anthony finally broke away from my stare to look above me with hatred screaming from his eyes at the man who encircled his long arms further around my waist and rested his chin on top of my head with a smug smirk on his face that I couldn’t see. Jeffrey didn’t know of the silent altercation taking place, he just knew that he was going to be there for my support. "You brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this as I wish you farewell" The entire cast stepped beside as I begun the last chorus, lifting their own microphones to their lips as Jared and Jensen came to stand on either side of me. I could hear all of the people who loved me and had my back sing in sync with my own words,Misha, Briana, Ruth, Kim, Rich, Gil all hooked their arms over shoulders with one another in a long line while Mark Sheppard beat on the base drum and Rob played the piano. Jeff squeezed me tight as we all swayed back and forth. "I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying" The room filled with flames from lighters and glowing screens from cellphones as Anthony was pushed further into the crowd that moved forward to be closer. My stare finally left his face and I felt like I was able to breath for the first time again as I looked around me for the final verse, "Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night Oh, someday, maybe you'll see the light Oh, some say, in life you gonna get what you give But some things, only God can forgive I hope you're somewhere praying, praying I hope your soul is changing, changing I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, praying"

As soon as I was done with the highest note I'd hit in years and could take another breath, Jeff had turned me around and smothered me with his lips in a kiss that was meant to prove a point. One large hand cradled the back of my head while the other curled themselves into the waistband of my panties through my dress. A gigantic smile graced Jeffrey's face as he pulled away and I could see that there had at one point been tears in his eyes as I looked up at him before kissing kissing him again. As the song finished I turned back towards the crowd before finding Anthony one last time.

He had been pushed back enough to where it took me a moment to locate his face again, but when I did I couldn't miss his expression. He had tears rolling down his face, but a cold, hard stare pierced me. He shook his head as he looked down for a moment before letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded, then turned around and disappeared behind the fans. The crowd themselves then repeated the chorus as Rob still played on, and everyone on stage encircled me into a protective wall. My brother pulled me out of Jeffrey's grasp to envelope me in his own. "That's my bad ass little sister," He said, tears running streams down his face as we smiled at each other before he released me back to Jeffrey. "You're fucking amazing, baby girl." Jeff said, holding my face in both his hands. "Thank you." I replied, bring my hand to my nose to wipe the leakage. "Anytime, Sweetheart." He said before bringing his lips back to mine as the crowd erupted in cheers.

part ten coming 8/20/17!

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