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New chapter coming soon!

A Time to Love and to Fight

Part: Thirty One

Summary: The truth comes to life.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, flashbacks to the barricade, mortality questions. 🍋Lemonade🍋 came to London in the 1800’s they made it with Honey, before it became chic…men on ships used to drink it to prevent scurvy.

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He slipped free of his coat, untied and pulled his scarlet scarf from his throat. Laying them on his desk, he turned and kelt in front of his cupboard. When the door creaked open, he glanced around. He hated hiding this from you. It wasn’t in his nature.

Though he did not want to risk upsetting you or his unborn child. Uncovering, the sabers, he took the one had grown more comfortable toward. Inhaling, he began slicing through the room.

At first it was only his room that was a blur as he moved around. His heart began to beat harder, his breathing shallowed as his room began to fade it shifted in his mind to when he had first began to art of the sword. It had been at an early age when he learned on how easy it was for him move about. He was good at dodging and deflecting.

As a child, he never found it hard to find a place for his foot when climbing a tree or running across rocks that made it easier to cross a brook on his family’s estate. His heart lurched as his mind brought back the moments in the alley. The space easily had grown tight and the air had soured with plumes of smoke from the pistols and canons. The barricade fell broken in mere moments. A vision of his friend, Courfeyrac; he had long since laid rest his memory. He had been brave stood tall and made it possible for him and you run away from the soldiers that burst through the doors.

Stopping, lifting his arm clad in a start white sleeve he brushed aside the sweat that blossomed on his forehead. Thank you dear friend, he whispered in his mind.

“Mon amour.” There was a knock and creek of his door opening as your voice fluttered over to his ears.

Turned on his heal.

“There you are.” Your voice was so light, like the sunlight that shone into his room.

He coughed, holding the sword close to him. He glanced back at you over his shoulder. “Yes?”

He saw your brow furrow and your smile wavered but remained.

“A message came. I thought we’d read it together.”

“Ah, yes…yes. Bring it and yourself to the sitting room. I will shall join you shortly.”

“Oh, yes that shall be pleasant.” And his door snapped shut.

He relaxed, though annoyance prickled him. He hated that his words to you were as sharp as the sword in his hands. His heart rode his emotions, his actions. He crossed the short distance to his cupboard. He had to compose himself before joining you.

******

“My lady?” The soft voice of Beatrice broke the world of the book in your lap.

“Oh? Yes?” You were still getting addressed as such. Greta had always been respectful but lady, that was an entirely different class then you ever expected to be addressed in. And in these last couple of months. You realized not to argue with Beatrice over it. In the end, it only helped you and Enjolras in your new life.

“Sorry to disturb you but a message came for Sir Julien.”

You put the book down and with a quick breath, you stood and went over to her. “I would love to bring it to him.”

“I am sure, he will enjoy that all the more.”

Beatrice then handed it to you before turning and returning back to whatever task she busied herself with beforehand.

You can tell it had been replaced on the smooth and more elegant paper for the destination it was to reach. The paper felt very nice nice in your hands.

******

You were confused as to why he had not turned to even face you. His words, his tone were like an icy shadow compared to the days you had heard him speak warmly and passionately.

“Oh, yes that shall be pleasant.”

You felt a churning inside of you, not wanting anything further from this shadow of the man you loved, you closed the door at his last word.

******

On the small table besides the chaise, you tossed away the fine paper. The exchange between the two of you didn’t make you inclined to hold it any longer.

Eyeing the pitcher you wondered of its contents. You smiled seeing the sweet lemon and honey mixture. Beatrice, knowing you didn’t always want to ring by bell or other means would leave you pitchers ready for your thirst would fall over you. Though it was best kept inside because if you were to go to the garden, she would bring it out. Because if not it attracted more beings then the flowers did.

You poured yourself a glass, then holding your day dress just so you said down on the chaise. The cushions were very comforting and the dye chosen in it always pleased you. It reminded you on the sun shining down water by a forest or the ocean when it was not angry.

******

“There is my ange.” You noticed that his words had soften.

You barely glanced his way, and u took a sip from your cup.

He closed the door and soon his shadow fell over you, as he stopped on the other side of the table.

“Is this the message?”

You looked up, you immediately noticed the top buttons on his billowy shirt were undone and a flush dusted his cheeks. It made you pause. “Yes.”

You noticed that he also poured himself a cup. “I am glad you are fond of this.” He held up the cup and soon he snatched the envelope in his other hand and came and sat beside you. He took sip.

“It is very pleasant. It lays close to my heart like a deep rose tea.”

He smiled. “You do enjoy your tea.”

You nodded.

He put the cup down. He held up the envelope. “From home, I do wonder what they coiled possibly want.”

You put down your cup, reaching up you drew his hand down. “What is the matter?”

His brows knit together. “What are you questioning?“

You swallowed. “You.”

The flush returned to his cheeks.

“I see you infrequently unless it is time to slumber or eat.” You shrugged. “Yes, on the occasion I see you in the garden and we take in its beauty like we did in the park so long ago. But now, you act as if I have grown to be a nuisance or I am no longer bare any importance in your life.”

You finally spoke of all that had been lingering in your heart. A tear escaped and ran down your cheek.

He pressed his lips together, he placed the letter back on the table and finished what was in his cup. You didn’t dare move, you felt as if he was gonna spring off the chaise like a kitten would if it was hoping to catch a butterfly or a mouse. And right now you couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving your side.

Then he did the unexpected. He shifted and moved till he was sitting like he had under the willow in garden of your home. His back now more comfortably supported by the curve of the chaise.

The sight of him before you as such made your heart yearn.

“Do not break my heart.”

“Oh, my sweet amour.” Easily, having forgotten the strength he has you found yourself nestled close to him.

You laid like this. Silence had fallen over the two of you like a blanket would have. You felt the beat of his hear, the warmth of his breath and his arms draped loosely around you. That you knew was for fear of disturbing the baby that still grew with you.

“Oh my amour.” He spoke again lifting his chin from where it had nestled in the strands of your hair.

“Our life, our destiny more mine that yours may cause your heart to break, not I. In my wild, undignified ways I will always love you.”

His words, the feel of his heart beating harder, made you move so you could look at him.

“Not long after we arrived and wonderful news of the blessing of a child filled our new home. A storm, a shadow drifted and reached our shores from our past.”

You watched as he swallowed. Despite the warmth of him around you, coolness prickled you.

“A man, a solider is seeking revenge for my action. I struck down his son at the barricade. Now he is searching and wishes to do the same to me.”

“That was during a fight, skirmish I dare say. Deaths, men get slain.”

He nodded.

“Did I grow angry at the boat that went down or the ocean that swallowed my father? No. I was made that it was my father. Does be not see this?”

“No. He does not see that it was an act or war. There was no personal thoughts. It was a question of survival.”

You nestled close. “What are you to do?”

“I watch my shadow and I have been practicing with the sabers, my father sent me.”

“Enjolras, why…but why?” You were at a loss as why did not fair this horrific news with you.

One of his gently reached and held what he could of your growing stomach.

“What if he found you while you would be at the tavern? Were I then to find out when you would not return to us?”

He stilled under you. “To be honest, the thought had never came to me.”

******

You had not been able to sleep, reading by candlelight finally you felt as sleepiness clawed at you.

You felt the bed give after what felt like moments after you had pulled the blanket more tightly around you.

“Enjolras?” Your voice scratchy from sleep.

“Yes, mon amour.”

The bed gave only this time, only beside you. You blinked at the now glow of the candle on the table beside the bed.

Looking up you smiled seeing, Enjolras in and out of the shadows. It made him all the more handsome at that moment. You watched as could see etched on his face.

“Are you alright?”

“I just could have sworn I had just crawler back into bed when you awoke. I was worried I disturbed you.”

“I don’t think so. I had just used the water closet and seeing the dawn, I knew I had best travel to the harbor. The package mentioned in the letter should be arriving today.”

“Would you have awoken me?”

He smiled and ran his fingers through his curls. “Once the carriage was ready.”

“Let me come with you.”

You put your hand over his.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“I will stay in the carriage. I need to do something outside of our estate.”

He pressed his lips together. He knew there was no stopping you.

“You are my husband.” You admitted. You were not that rebellious.

He inhaled and absently rubbed his goatee. “Maybe we can eat at the tavern or perhaps even do a little shopping.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but make me a promise my amour.”

“Please, if I grow concerned you will listen to me. I don’t quite trust these English men.”

“I promise.”

*******

The carriage rolled and bumped through the countryside. The world world turned but a murky dark blue, to purple to violet and finally to a clear light blue.

You say absently, after stirring.

“Looks like it will be a good day.” You yawn softly, waling more from your unexpected nap.

With the shaking, the creaks and cracks of the carriage the two of you actually had drifted off for more that half of the portion of the trip to the city proper.

He gave you a side long glance. “You look like a proper English lady with the hat and the gloves.” He rolled his shoulders, before stretching out his legs with a sigh.

You squeezed his arm before glancing down at yourself. “You think so?”

“Only far lovelier.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Enjolras. How is it you still make me blush.”

“Because my words speak the truth.”

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OMG that teaser! I'm so excited

So glad you liked it. Was so much fun to start working on!

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Here is a Teaser to Part 7.

Thank you for the inspiration anons! 💐💐

Warning: slapping, falling to ground..*The Girl* is 20, 21…no younger.

A block away, the man lumbered out of his car once again. It was growing tiresome watching him. But Roman wouldn’t stop following until it was the right time to pounce.

He ambled over to a girl. That despite the raincoat was soaked on the rain. In the muted neon lights that hung in the windows near the overhang she tried to stay under, she visibly looked startled, at his sudden presence.

She crumbled to the broken sidewalk under her barely there, incredibly high heels.

“He really likes being rough.” Roman remarked after the man has back handed the girl.

Zsasz, gave a dry chuckle. “He finally did it to wrong girl.”

A smirk curled Roman’s lips.

Wrapped in one of Roman’s fluffy robe, that you were sure even Zsas has not even seen, you wandered over to the big picture window.

When you had taken it off the hanger, this time you could finally giggle. It was yet another part of his wardrobe thar had his initials stitched elegantly on it.

You had learned how much he enjoyed seeing them; and would not tease that he’d never lose any of because of the RS or even R B S in some cases. You realized it was something that brought him a simple pleasure. There were worse things, and to be fair since it was Roman, so most likely there were worse things so the initials were not that big of a deal.

You looked out at city. You sighed. Had he found him. The man was as big as a closet, Zsas would have to help surely.

Lightning streaked against the sky, followed by a very loud crash of thunder. It made you flinch.

A Night Out, Club 44

Part 6

Summary: Part of what it is to be Roman’s girl.

Warning: None

Note: decided to show side by side their night.

The elevator announced its arrival at the penthouse with a ding and the doors whispered open. After stepping out, you leaned against the wall. Reaching down you undid the straps for your heals. You loved wearing them, especially when you were dressed up for Roman. But when given the chance, you didn’t mind slipping free of them either.

*******

Roman, could still feel your kiss lingering on his cheek as his thumbs grazed the wheels that opened the briefcase Zsasz handed him. The briefcase popped open.

He slipped off his gloves that he had worn to go out. Putting them down, he eyed these particular pairs in the case. These were ones strictly for carrying out business.

*******

Picking up your heals, you made your way to Roman’s bedroom. Coming around to the side of the bed you frequented. Stretching, you sighed and let yourself fall back into the softness of the bed.

You closed your eyes contently, with a sigh on your lips you stretched once again. Sitting up, you didn’t really want to sleep just yet. Thinking about it for a moment, biting on your bottom lip you decided you’d take a bath. It would help ease the last of the tension you felt from your encounter with Falcone and his men. His bath is so roomy, you loved it.

*******

Slipping on a pair, he eyed them closely. They were a finely sewed by his tailor. They were a dark, dull black in a slightly brilliant black thread, if one looked close enough you could see his initials. He did enjoy seeing them on his things. These particular pairs were excellent for when he held his gun or even better one of his knives.

He hated dirtying one of his more elegant pairs for the dirty deeds he had to carry out. What he hated even more was when he had to throw one those pairs into the incinerator. Tonight, he had the luxury of changing his gloves.

Flipping up the compartment that held his extra gloves, he eyed his knives. They were nestled into the black velvet that lined that portion. As he looked down at them, one side of mouth twitched upward, loving how only he knew how sharp they really were.

******

You had drapped your silky dress over the chair that sat in one corner of Roman’s bedroom. Tucked beside it were the lacy panties and bras, you had hoped to slowly reveal to Roman. You repressed the frown that wanted to come, so you grimaced. There would be other times. So with your arms wrapped around yourself, you went into the large bathroom. You finally shivered when you cold feet padded across the cool floor.

Happily, you turned on the warm water and with a clink you opened the slim, metal container and took out a bath bomb. You were growing to find out just how luscious of a life Roman came to enjoy.

Eyeing the folded towels, you made sure to grab one of his larger and incredibly soft towels. You laid it on the warmer. Going back to the tub you watched as the bomb fizzled away and gave off a scent that you enjoyed catching a whiff of when it managed to cling to Roman and was not overpowered by his aftershave.

******

The rain kept up its steady beat against the roof of the rolls before streaking down the windows. Zsasz, had always been keen on learning from those that concerned Roman. So Roman, was rather pleased as Zsasz kept him and the rolls a safe distance, from that thug as he made some stops at place, Roman knew were in Falcone’s pocket. No place was safe when collection time called. Or at least that is what he had gathered from his allies.

Roman, wanted his allies to remain loyal. Fear could only take him so far. He instilled that with relish. He loved watching people grow pale or their eyes widen in disbelief over what he was truly capable of. Something, he’d never let you be aware. He didn’t want to frighten you.

That said, he also knew when to cultivate and make them feel important. He wanted them to feel appreciated. It made it alot easier when he had the need to call on them.

*****

Pleased with the level of the water, holding one of the sides, you finally stepped and settled into the warm water. You murmured something incoherently as you sat back against the one side with your eyes closed. Slouching down with your eyes still closed, you stopped till you felt the water lap at your chin.

This was exactly what you had needed. Sitting up, opening your eyes you felt good. Your eyes, drifted gently over the dark, marbled bath. Everything about it screamed Roman.

Looking down, your eye caught the glimmer of the bracelet that still hung from your wrist. Bringing your wrist from the water, was brighter as droplets of water mmm clung to the delicate golden flower.

Your heart felt like it sped up and stilled all at once. How, you didn’t know. Though since being Roman’s girl, it was a peculiar sensation you had grown accustomed to. Whether you’d get used to it was another thing entirely. In your head, thoughts swirled. He was out there, in the rain since someone had decided to be rough with you. He should be here behind you, his warm strong arms around you as you leaned against him.

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Ty for the reblog! New chapter needs some editing…hopefully up on Sunday!

Oh Gator…dead. 😍🥵

The Past Follows You Like A Shadow

Part 7

Summary: Memories and scares abound.

Notes/Warnings: No warnings for this chapter!

And I am so sorry I took so long between chapters. (Life and work got in the way!)

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You threw the curtain back. Finally, able to move you scramble backwards. Though, before you realize you loose your footing with a thud fall down onto your bottom. You leg out a yelp. You had to get to your phone. You had to call Gator.

In your panic, you heard a muffled sound.

Turning, you see the masked figure in your living room. You scream, scrambling against the worn carpet you bump against the end table. The lamp on top of it trembles and jangles but remains standing.

“Tulip.” Muffled at first but then becoming clearer chuckles fill your small living room. As the mask is pulled off.

“Stop screaming Tulip. One of your good natured neighbors might call the cops, and well I’m already here.” A smirk curled his lips. “And I don’t feel like working.”

He helped you up. His smirked dropped when he felt your hands, sticky from the pumpkin. You stood breathless in front of him.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

You pushed him then. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” A smirk once again danced on his lips. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, shaking your head you couldn’t stay annoyed.

You sniffed the air and made a face. “What have you been up to?” A sour scent came off Gator.

He shrugged. “Police stuff.”

You, pressed your lips together and nodded. “Well, I was carving a pumpkin and watching Halloween.”

“Fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “We can’t all be fighting crime.”

Turning the knobs on the stove you began to preheat the oven so you could roast the seeds soon. Coming back around to the pumpkin, you gave it a hard look. You tried to imagine what face to give it.

“I’m more of the kicking ass type.”

You glanced his way. “I believe it.” You stopped. “Gator, what happened?” You put the knife down, easily closing the distance and wiping your hand you reached up to the small bruise that smudged his cheek.

“Is it bad?”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes things get rough.”

You nodded and went back to considering what face to give to the pumpkin.

You remembered how he was before you left. He had gotten a fair amount of scuffles. The rumor had been he hit someone with a tire iron. Maybe he had finally had enough and fought back after all the years he had been picked on. You couldn’t be sure.

All you knew he never picked you up on the drive to school and the two of you never spoke again. The night his father caught the two of you, he changed. And that was why you ran.

A warm hand settled on your lower back. You leapt.

“Geez, tulip. I didn’t mean to scare you again but you looked miles away.” A wet chuckle came from him. “I’m here and I don’t want you that far away.”

You nodded. “Sorry.” Grabbing, the spoon you continued to scrap the inside of the pumpkin to get out the seeds.

Gator, leaned against the counter. “Are you going to bake those like your mother used to do?“

You nodded. “I haven’t done it in years, I figured I would.”

His nose wrinkled. “If they didn’t taste so good, I’d say the stink isn’t worth it.”

You chuckled. He was one to talk you mused. Whatever he had gotten into clung to him.

He drew closer. You felt like you were holding your breath.

“What’s so funny?” He brushed some of your hair side. His warmth radiated from him.

Turning your head, you were inches from his. You met his eyes from under your lashes.

“Whatever you had been up to has left a rather unpleasant smell on you.”

He made a face and pulled back. He tugged his shirt to his nose. “Oh, I didn’t even realize. Can I use your shower?”

“Won’t Mary Sue notice that you showered?”

He shrugged. “Probably not. But she’s in the next town over, she took his niece and nephew trick or treating and might not even be back till tomorrow.”

“Oh. Alright.” You waved your hand. “Go head.”

He drew close again, his nose grazed your hair line. “Do you wanna join me?” His lips grazed your temple.

You fought the flutter the thought it gave you. You smiled. “Tempting but this will go bad, sour if I don’t finish, but I’ll be here.”

“I’ll hurry then, don’t want to keep my Tulip waiting.”

You could have sworn you heard the front door open and close. Despite your earlier in the night, you were not terribly worried about an intruder. This just wasn’t that kind of place. You would miss that when you were back and done here.

You then could hear as the stairs creaked as Gator made his way up. He knew the way.

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“Aunt Mavis,” Your bottom lip trembled. “You can’t tell mom and dad I fell off Gator’s scooter.” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

The one leg of your shorts were rolled up a little higher as she looked at the scrape on your knee.

“Yes, Miss Mavis please don’t.” Gator’s voice wobbled. “If it hadn’t been for that rock.” He sighed heavily.

You glanced at your friend as he sat on the rim of the clawfoot tub.

Your aunt gave you a smile as warm as the sun that was high in the sky, that summer day.

“I won’t honey. I will tell them you tripped bringing my mail to me, alright?” She looked at the two of you.

You both nodded. She then placed two bandaids over the scrap. And pressed a quick kiss over them.

“All patched up.” She smiled at you again. “Now, go on downstairs the two of you, help yourself to the oatmeal raisin cookies on the table and if you are thirsty there is fresh lemonade in the fridge.”

“Thank you so much, Aunt Mavis.” You threw your arms around her, as Gator jumped down from the tub.

Soon you both were hurrying down the stairs.

******

There was part of you that was happy he was there and that he had not ghosted you. But it brought up so many things back. So many moments, you had pushed away. All of this had felt so long ago.

Your stomach churched, as you placed the seeds into the oven after sprinkling them

with some salt. You quickly washed everything down, and then curled up on the sofa.

Just behind you not hid by the sounds of the movie, the floor boards creaked once more and the fresh scent of your soap tickled your nose. Your lips curled into a smile. You would not be startled a third time.

Gator’s hands were on you then. They warm, rough but you enjoyed how they felt coaxing you to looked back at him.

You smiled wider when you did. His hair wet hung loose instead of slicked back. You did particularly like when it looked like that. Jeans rested on his hips while a soft black tshirt hugged his trim torso.

“Hi handsome.” You said softly.

He smirked, stepping a little closer. “How do I smell?”

You made a show of sniffing the air. “Much better.”

******

“I could get used to that.”

Hmm? You made a questioning sound as you opened the stove, after turning it off to take out the pumpkin seeds.

You placed the cookie sheet on the counter. Your heart leapt, as you caught sight of Gator leaning in the threshold of the kitchen.

You slipped one and then the other oven mitt off before looking at him again. You walked right up to him as he took a pull on his vape and he exhaled a cloud towards the ceiling.

“What could you get used to?”

“You tulip.” A smirk curled his lips. “You are quite the sight.”

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Wow! Look at him.

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