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No Time Like the Present pt 5

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Part Five

Summary: Dates can always go wrong.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, bullying, kissing, language.

Minors DNI

Word Count: 4K

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. This is where the story diverges from the actual story line, None of this part is in the actual show whatsoever. More aspects of the show will be added in the next part. Thank you lovelies so much for reading and enjoying.

Once the initial shock of being scared wares off you both realize that you aren’t being attacked by the monster, that it’s a sheriffs deputy shining his light at you both.

“Jericho Sheriffs Department! Put your hands where I can see them!” The deputy yells at the both of you.

“Seriously dude? Put the light away, you’re blinding us. We screamed and ran because we thought you were a monster, not a cop.” You yell.

“You go to Nevermore, correct? The Addams girl?” He questions staring Wednesday down with a disproving glare and moving his hand to rest on his weapon.

“Yes, I am. I suggest if you want to make it out of this alive, that you remove your hand from your weapon, Officer. After all, we are just two defenseless girls enjoying our night.” Wednesday looks at you and back at the officer before moving to stand in front of you.

“Are you threatening an officer, Addams?” He mockingly asks her.

“It was not a threat, but you decided that you needed to grab your weapon like we were doing anything other than having a picnic. I’m not going to have y/n scared, because of your need to feel like an alpha male.” Wednesday bitterly states. Making your way closer to her, you rest your head on the back of her shoulder and whisper in her ear.

“Wednesday, he obviously doesn’t like Nevermore students, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, can we just leave?”

“I don’t think we can leave until he says.” She grabs your hand and pulls it to where you are hugging her from behind. The officer walks away and is talking to someone through his radio and after about five minutes you close your eyes and make Wednesday hug you normally. With her back to the officer, neither of you expect what happens next. The officer pulls Wednesday from your arms and immediately hand cuffs her. “You’re being arrested for trespassing on private property Ms. Addams. Guess you’ll have a record just like your no good father.” He sneers and tries to yank her to the police cruiser.

“HEY! Let her go. She didn’t do anything wrong!” You chase after them both and the officer pushes you to the ground.

“Mind your own business or you’re next.” He barks out, still struggling to get Wednesday to comply.

“She is my business! She’s my girlfriend! All of you self entitled Jericho assholes think that just because she goes to Nevermore and she doesn’t express her feelings like everyone else that she’s some terrible person and you’ll accuse her of anything you can think of and try and make it stick. So what if we were in a cemetery? They’re spooky and cool. There were no trespassing signs, no private property signs so why is she beings arrested? Simply because she’s Wednesday Addams? You have a grudge against Nevermore and against her father. Why am I only being threatened to be arrested,I don’t see anyone attempting to detain me. You’re not taking her anywhere! Uncuff her and get Sheriff Galpin here now!”

“No need for him to uncuff me, I already got out of them.” Wednesday smugly states.

The deputy clenches his jaw and walks back to his cruiser; you can hear him radio for the sheriff. Looking next to you, you reach over and take both of Wednesdays wrists in your hands and begin to massage the red marks that the hand-cuffs made.

“How badly do your wrists hurt? He made them way tighter than he needed too.”you ask Wednesday your voice full of concern.

“My wrists are fine, I promise." Wednesday reassures you and gives you a small smile. You both stand there in silence waiting for the officer to come back.

“Stay where you are, the Sheriffs on his way.” He yells from the car and stays seated inside.

“I have never wanted to punch someone as badly as I want to punch him. I swear to god if I had a stick I would have hit him with it when he grabbed you.” You tell Wednesday as she isn’t making any noise, just staring at you, admiring the fire behind your eyes as you think about defending her.

“I’m not as fragile as you think, I could have taken him if he didn’t sneak up on me.”

“Yeah, well I don’t need to be burying a body this late at night, so maybe it’s best you didn’t, I have a feeling that would have made our date a little awkward.” You laugh.

“Nonsense, grave digging is just as good of a date as any. I would have fun.”

“Well I’ll keep that in mind if we both don’t end up behind bars tonight. I’m going to need Tylers dad to hurry up.” You complain and move to sit on the ground.

“Why are you and Tyler so close, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Tyler was the first person to talk to me here, he didn’t make me feel weird for not going to their school, or for how little I actually interact with kids my age. I’m usually with my mom when she’s not working, or I’m with Tyler. Plus, I kind of think his dad has a thing for my mom.” You physically shudder at the thought of you and Tyler having to be step-siblings; it does not go unnoticed by Wednesday and you clarify after seeing her questioning glance. “I love Tyler like a best friend, but I think it would be very weird if our parents dated.” You laugh. “But if it made my mom happy, I wouldn’t stand in the way or anything.”

“I think that’s very noble of you. Not putting your mothers happiness above your own.” As you go to respond to Wednesday, you see Sheriff Galpin’s truck pull up and his eyes go wide as he sees you hugging Wednesday. Immediately he goes to the other officer and makes him explain what was going on.

You see him yelling at the officer but are unable to hear what they’re saying. They both begin to make their way over to you and your grip on Wednesday instinctually tightens.

“Y/N, Wednesday.” Sheriff Galpin nods at the both of you. “ I see we have reached some sort of misunderstanding between the three of you?” He questions.

“It wasn’t really a misunderstanding. He wouldn’t let us explain anything! He yelled at Wednesday, yelled at me, called her father no good and said she was just the same. He detained her and then threatened to do the same to me if I didn’t shut up.” You can feel your anger building and building; you grab Wednesdays wrists and shove them in his face. “ He handcuffed and yanked her so hard she’s going to have bruises!” The tears forming in your eyes betray you as you feel one run down your cheek, not daring to make eye contact with anyone, knowing that it was only because of how mad you were and you were unable to control it.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, because I do, but Wednesday can you confirm that all of what y/n just said is true?” He speaks directly to Wednesday.

“Yes, Sheriff Galpin. It’s all true.” Wednesday answers quietly, trying to get a look at your face and understand what’s going on.

“Y/n, take Wednesday back to Nevermore and then head home. Ill be picking the both of you up tomorrow to launch an official complaint for misconduct.” The deputy tries to interrupt Sheriff Galpin but is immediately shut down. “I don’t want a word out of you, and I want your body cam footage. If you would have just asked, Y/N had permission from ME to be here. I knew they were going to be here, that’s why it was only on your patrol to look, not interact if you saw anyone. But you just had to try and mess with a kid from nevermore. You’re on desk duty until further notice. Get out of my sight.” You look at Wednesday and then look at the Sheriff, you rush next to him and give him the quickest hug possible and then make your way back to Wednesday.

“Thank you for coming. I don’t know how that would have ended if you didn’t.” You give him a small smile and wave as you grab Wednesdays hand and make your way back to the car. You see thing sitting on the hood of the car and run up to him.

“I was so worried about you! Don’t you ever run off like that again, do you understand me?!” You scold and all you get from him in response is a thumbs up. He then jumps on your shoulder as you make your way around to open Wednesdays door for her as she pulls you into what feels like the tightest hug you have ever received.

“Whoa there, what was that for?” You mumble into her hair.

“No one has ever stuck up for me like that. I’ve always had to defend myself.” She explains and gives you one more squeeze before letting you go.

Looking at her eye to eye, you gently caress her face and watch her lean into your touch. “You will never have to defend yourself when you’re with me. Ill do that for you, as long as you use your murdery moves on people who get to close to us. Deal?”

“Deal.” The both of you get into your seats and you start to drive back to the gates of Nevermore, holding Wednesdays hand the whole way there. Upon your arrival, you look over and see her staring down at her lap.

“So do you guys get like weekend passes? What if I wanted you to spend the night at my house? Or could I sneak in here?” You ask.

“I don’t know to the first part, to the second, I could probably sneak you in. You would have to deal with my roommate Enid though. Warning you now, she’s a bright ray of sunshine.” Wednesday almost gags as she says the last sentence.

“Well Ill keep that in mind. You go so I don’t get you in any more trouble for the night and I will see you tomorrow to make the complaint and go to the old weird pilgrim house you asked Tyler about.” You smile, watching her stutter and then just huff and walk away.

“Yep, Definitely gonna marry her.” You say to yourself as you pull away from the gates and head home.

Arriving home, you see the Sheriffs truck outside, along with Tyler and your mothers vehicles. You walk in, not knowing what to expect. You see your mother and Sheriff Galpin sitting at the table eating, and Tyler passed out on the living room couch. You may think being siblings would be weird, but you can’t escape the warming feeling that rushes through you as you see your mother laughing and smiling. You quietly make your way to the living room to not disturb your mother and attempt to wake up Tyler. Shaking him, he eventually opens his eyes and stares at you.

“Why did you wake me. I was in the middle of a dream about Harry Styles!” He whines as he tries to pull the blankets over his head.

“I figured the pull out in my room would be more comfortable than the couch. You’re kinda tall if you didn’t notice.” Helping him up the both of you go upstairs and enter your bedroom.

“So how was the date?” Tyler asks as he starts laying back down.

“It was amazing, until it wasn’t.” You whined as you started getting ready for bed. “One of your fathers douche canoe deputies tried to arrest Wednesday for trespassing. Notice how I said Wednesday and not both of us? He has some sort of prejudice against nevermore kids, or just the Addams family in general; he was not a fan of her fathers.” You further explain. “Your dad helped us though, got everything situated and is going to let me and Wednesday file a complaint against the other guy tomorrow. He was so rough with her that her poor wrists have bruises on them.”

“Well you better hope my dad deals with him before Wednesday does. She scares me a little bit if were being honest.” Tyler jokes.

“Yeah, but that’s why I like her. Her scariness is hot.” Laughing you look over and see Tyler staring out the window of your room with a saddened look on his face. “I think our parents are dating.” He blurts.

“I’m aware. I think so too, its weird to see my mom so happy, but I am glad she is and that you’re apart of the equation. I’ve thought a lot about it and I could get stuck someone much worse.” You reach out and rub Tylers shoulder.

“My dad hasn’t been with anyone since my mom died. I want him to be happy, but I can’t help but think of my mom. How would things be if she was still here, ya know?” He quietly asks.

“Trust me, my dad has a whole new family and I constantly question how things would be if he and my mom had stayed together, found a way to make their situation work out. I know that I wouldn’t have met you, or Wednesday, and my mom would still be crying herself to sleep at night. So as hard as it is to think about our parents moving on, I think we need to realize that they deserve to be their happiest. Even if it means thinking about or talking your mom with him. I cant imagine how my life would be without my mom; but I do know that your dad makes her happy and I cant thank you guys enough for that. Her happiness has always taken a back seat to my dads and even my happiness. I want this relationship for her, she deserves it.” You look at Tyler and notice he has a faraway look in his eye and you can’t help but wonder if hes thinking about his mom. “Your dad will never replace mine, and my mom will never replace yours, but we are allowed to have other parental figures in our life who care about us. It wouldn’t be tarnishing your mothers memory to have another mother-figure. I also don’t care if his real name is Donovan, I will never call him anything but Sheriff Galpin.” You laugh, rolling over to face away from Tyler. Finally drifting off to sleep you here Tyler whisper “Thank you” as he falls asleep as well.

Waking up, you see Tyler still sleeping and make sure to not bother him. After getting dressed for the day, you make your way downstairs, you notice that no one else is awake so you decide to make breakfast for everyone. Settling on French toast, bacon and eggs, you begin cooking. Once the bacon is finished you hear some commotion coming from your mothers room and you see her and Tylers dad both walking out; her in scrubs and him in his sheriffs uniform minus the hat.

“You don’t have to hide, I have coffee and breakfast for everyone.” You shout, making sure they both hear you. Seeing your mother walk in first, you can’t help but take in the radiant smile she has and how good it looks on her.

“Thank you sweet girl. You didn’t have to do this.” She comes over and hugs you and then begins making her and Sheriff Galpin some coffee.

“I know, but I was up and figured I could do it as a thank you for last night.” You glance over at the Sheriff and he gives you a small nod and smile. After your plates are made, you finally hear Tyler coming down the stairs. “It’s about time you woke up. Help yourself.” You smile and hand Tyler a plate to fill.

“That pull out is comfier than my bed at home. I need to get one of those. I haven’t slept that peacefully in forever.” He dramatically states as he piles his plate with everything you prepared.

“Do you want coffee or orange juice?” Your mother asks Tyler.

“Orange juice, please.” Tyler makes his way to the table and thanks your mom as she sets the juice down in front of him, sending her a smile as well.

“I have to go to the hospital and pick up a shift for a sick doctor, do you have any plans today other than picking up Wednesday and going to the sheriffs department?” Your mother asks you in between bites of food.

“I don’t have work today, but once me and Wednesday are done at the sheriffs office, we are going on an adventure.” You smile and finish your food.

“Well be safe, I don’t need anything else happening to you, do you understand me, y/n?’’ Your mother says sternly.

“Yes mother, I understand. No after dark shenanigans where no one knows where I am. Promise.” You give a mock salute to your mother and make your way to the kitchen with your dirty dishes.

“I have to work the afternoon shift, so I wont be home until dinner time.” Tyler states and as you go to answer him, your mother interrupts.

“Tyler, would you mind coming here after work? Your dad and I will both be working late and I want the two of you under one roof. We will leave money for dinner.” She smiles and gives the both of you a look to please agree.

“Fine by me. Me and Wednesday Shouldn’t be out too long, so I’ll be here waiting for Tyler, as long as its okay with him?’’ You say questioningly, glancing over at Tyler.

“That works for me too. Ill do anything for some free food.” He jokes and you can see the smile on your mothers face forming.

“Now that, that is is settled. Let’s go sheriff, we gotta go pick up my girl.” You smile and hug both your mom and Tyler goodbye.

Heading to Nevermore is a quiet affair, you’ve noticed that the sheriff isn’t that talkative when its just the two of you; he probably has no idea how to talk to the younger generation of females. You giggle at the memory of him trying to make small talk with you the day you and your mother moved to town. Not realizing you laughed out loud, you look over to find Sheriff Galpin looking at you like you’re a little crazy. You still say nothing and continue looking forward, taking in the scenery on the drive. Once you arrive at Nevermore, both you and the sheriff get out and head up to what seems to be the front entrance of the school.

“We have to meet with Ms. Weems before we can go get Wednesday, she’s the principal here.” The sheriff tells you as he leads you to an office.

“Ahh, Sheriff Galpin, how good to see you. What do I have the pleasure of your company for this time?” You take in the height and beauty of the woman standing in front of you and can’t help but drool just a little bit. “Who do we have here? She is not a student of Nevermore.” Principal Weems asks.

“I’m Y/n, ma’am. Wednesday Addams is my girlfriend. We’re here to pick her up so we can make a formal complaint about one of the deputies.” You say in one rushed breath.

“I see, and you do mean the dark haired, pig tailed Wednesday Addams, correct?” She questions curiously.

“Umm yes? Unless there are multiple Wednesday Addams’ that go to this school.” You plainly state.

“Well alright then, let me call her to my office.” She gets her phone and makes a call, within five minutes you hear a loud knocking on the door before it opens on its own. Walking through is Wednesday, dressed in a black school uniform, where the students you saw in the common area had on purple ones; making you realize she really was allergic to color. You giggle at the sight of her and immediately rush into her arms, giving her cheek a kiss. You turn and see a shocked look on Principal Weems face and give her a raised eyebrow stare, questioning her without having to say anything out loud.

“Well I’m glad to see that someone can brighten young Wednesdays days. She usually looks a lot more tense.” Principal Weems says as she goes to grab a jacket.

“There’s no need for you to come as well, I will be taking them directly to the station and then Wednesday back here, ma’am.” Sheriff Galpin says as he notices Principal Weems grabbing a set of car keys.

“I understand that, but still, it would be unprofessional to let Ms. Addams go without any representation, do you not agree? After all, most normie cops aren’t too kind to us here at Nevermore.” Principal Weems bitterly states as she makes a move to the door.

“Im on their side, there isn’t going to be any questioning, I already know what happened and the officer at fault is being dealt with, I just need her and y/n’s signatures on a piece of paper to put in his file.” Galpin states.

“I already told my parents what happened. They are pleased that the sheriff is on my side for once and that Im not being ignored. They approved my visit to the station today.” Wednesday emotionlessly states, staring into Principal Weem’s eyes with a cold, hard stare.

“Very well then, on your way.” The dismissal allows you to grab Wednesdays hand and lead her to the car. You notice the stares of other Nevermore students, and see Thing on the shoulder of a short blonde haired girl.

“Thing! Come to me, my favorite little hand.” You yell and he immediately releases himself from the blonde girls shoulder and runs over to you. You notice she looks a little betrayed by the way Thing just acted. Picking him up, you give his palm soft rubs and place him on your shoulder. Looking over at Wednesday you can see one corner of her mouth turned upward just slightly.

“You’re going to have to apologize to Enid, her feelings are easily hurt.” Wednesday says as she locks her hand with yours.

“Ohhhh, that was Enid? My bad. Ill bring her back some steak. She is a werewolf, right?” You make a mental note to get the best steak you have in the house and bring it back to Nevermore with you.

“Yes, she is.” Wednesday says as you both make it to the car, you give her the front seat and take the back with Thing so you guys can play rock, paper, scissors.

Upon your arrival at the sheriffs station, you notice most of the people pay you and Wednesday no attention as you’re led to Sheriff Galpins office.

“Okay, so all I need you girls to do is sign the bottom of this sheet accounting for what happened last night and that deputy is being fired. This was his third strike.” Sheriff Galpin informs you both as you make your way over to the desk and sign the paper.

The next 10 minutes are spent in silence while the paperwork is being filed. You look out into the main area of the police station and see A bulletin board with photos labeled bear attacks. You discretely get Wednesdays attention and nod over to the board making sure she sees it.

“OK, looks like we’re done here.” Sheriff Galpin States as he ushers you both out the door.

“I’ll be right back, gotta use the bathroom.” You scurry away as the both of them head outside, going over to the abandoned board, you quickly take photos and rush out to find Wednesday. You find her standing on the sidewalk alone.

“Time to go find some creepy old pilgrims house; you ready?”

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lambtotheslaughterr · 11 months

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Awake

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART FIVE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 6.1k

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PART FOUR | SERIES MASTERLIST | PART SIX

[THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN INACCURATE MEDICAL CONDITIONS. I HAVE CERTAINLY MADE THIS DISEASE UP & DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF IT TO BE ACCURATE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DNFI]

a reminder that Rafe uses the alias Adrian in this story

It’d been almost two weeks before you spoke to Adrian again. And it wasn’t without attempt on his end. The texts started slow. A good morning, a goodnight. Then they transitioned into ‘I wish I could see you’, ‘Please talk to me’, ‘Thinking of you’. Then finally Adrian had taken up calling you. Every time his name appeared on your phone screen you felt your chest tighten with worry. Every time your phone pinged with a notification you took just a little bit longer to get to it.

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t just blocked him. Or even just texted him to leave you alone then block him. But you didn’t. You sometimes even found yourself rereading his thread of texts when you couldn’t sleep. Sometimes you would type a response, but then quickly erase it.

No. You couldn’t message him, couldn’t see him. He was hiding something. It made your stomach ache. No matter how much you wanted to forget what the bartender said just so you could feel his hands on you again, you knew he knew more than he let on.

It’s for that sole reason that you realized you couldn’t block him, or remove him completely from your life. You still had questions, answers that only Adrian could provide.

It was midnight when your phone pinged. You were on a break from the warm-line. You stared at your reflection in the window above the kitchen sink, noticing your phone light up just behind you in the glass. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head, trying to overcome the curiosity you felt brewing. It was only ever one person who messaged you at this time.

Finding no other reason to put it off, you reluctantly returned to your makeshift office space at the island, unlocking your phone. Much to your surprise—& relief—it wasn’t Adrian.

Your mom says you won’t be coming home for Thanksgiving🥺 would you like some company in the city?

You smiled to yourself in the dimly lit kitchen at Lillie’s text. It felt like it’d been ages since you spoke to her. After all, she was pretty much the only person from your first life who didn’t try to remind you of everything that didn’t make you you anymore.

Rereading her text though, you felt your smile fall. Of course you wouldn’t be going back for thanksgiving. Any holidays where your family gathered together to whisper about you in the corners or ask you questions testing to see if you really didn’t remember made you cringe. Your mother hadn’t been surprised at your refusal to come home when you spoke a few days prior but you still heard the disappointment in her voice.

‘Perhaps your father & I can come to you. You shouldn’t be alone during the holidays.’ She had said.

But you insisted on being alone. You told a few white lies, saying you made friends with other tenants on your floor. In reality, you just weren’t ready to have her back. You knew lying to your mom, your therapist wasn’t good for yourself but not seeing them face to face made it easier. You just needed more time.

Your thoughts strayed back to the open text on your phone. You typed.

Not this time, Lil. Wouldn’t be a great host, tbh. But maybe for Xmas or New Years. I’ll call after thanksgiving.

Closing out of the message, you placed your headset back on, clacking the keys on your laptop to rejoin the warm-line.

Five minutes later you were in the middle of a call with a young woman who was struggling with her depressive thoughts when your childhood lullaby seeped into your apartment walls.

No, no no. You thought quietly to yourself, feeling your head sway dizzily to Piano Sonata. Your heart beat wildly within your chest. Don’t text me, don’t text me, don’t text me.

Ding.

…Adrian.

The voice of the young woman faded as your mouth went dry. You stared horrified at your phone, Adrian’s name the only words on the screen. A shudder raced through you, as if all the windows in your apartment were open.

Shakily you picked up the phone, sliding open the text.

Sweet dreams. -A

“Hello?” A sudden what returned to your chilled skin at the voice in your ear.

“Yes, sorry. I’m listening.”

But you weren’t. How could you? Adrian knew something. & you needed to know what.

Thirty minutes later, you found yourself reaching the ground floor of your building. It was almost one in the morning & it was chilly outside from the early winter season but you didn’t care. Adrian was finally going to get the attention he had been craving.

Wrapped in three layers of cardigans & a wool jacket, you stepped outside onto the empty city street. Across the street, you glanced up at the building, observing only a few lights on in windows. Adrian had to be one of them.

Unlocking your phone, you pulled up his name & hit the call button. The line rang twice before it answered.

“_____.” Adrian sounded relieved, the exact opposite of how you felt.

You skipped the niceties. “We need to talk. I’m downstairs.”

“You’re down—what like downstairs downstairs?”

“I’ll be waiting.” You hung up, not wanting to discuss anything further until he was standing right in front of you.

Fortunately you didn’t have to wait long. You watched through the lobby windows of Adrian’s building as he crossed the main floor to the doors. He wore a beanie & thick winter jacket. When he stepped out, a smile graced his features.

“Hey, how are—“

“You’re from Kildare.” You spat, taking a step back when he came to close. With that comment though, he froze entirely.

“And don’t say you’re not because I know you are.”

Adrian’s brows furrowed. You could see the gears turning in his head. Probably trying to come with more lies. Before he could open his mouth, you shook your head, dismissing him. “Don’t lie. I already know.”

His eyes searched yours, his mouth hanging loosely open but saying nothing.

“Who are you?” It wasn’t a question you were prepared to ask but found yourself saying it.

“_____…” He sighed, moving one step closer. You glared hotly at him through the visible breathe shared between you two.

“Don’t,” you gasped, staring at him wide-eyed, “don’t say my name unless you’re going to tell me the truth.”

The two of you stared at each other on the dimly lit street for what felt like ages before Adrian pressed his lips together, his lids fluttering closed briefly in surrender. When he opened them, they softened.

“Okay. I’ll tell you everything. But will you just come up, it’s freezing out here.” When he made to reach for you, you hurriedly stepped out of reach.

“Now, Adrian! Tell me now. I don’t even know you. How the hell do you know me?”

You saw a bout of anger flash momentarily across his eyes before he shook his own hair. Placing his hands on his hips, he stared at you, contemplating.

“I swear if you don’t tell me I will—“

“Alright! Alright.” Adrian clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief, “I didn’t—I don’t.” He begun but kept stopping. You anxiously waited for him to form the words.

“I don’t know where to begin.”

“The beginning,” you spit, the confused anger coursing through you kept you warm against the chilled air.

Adrian furrowed his brows, “Okay. I, uh, yes. I’m from Kildare.”

The sensation that went through you wasn’t what you expected. You expected relief at his admittance, but your chest coiled, needing more, needing to know more.

“And we know each other?” It came out almost a whisper, despite wanting to scream.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair & down his face. He peered at you, unsure. But you watched as a resignation came over him. He hung his head. “Yes & no.”

What? You felt yourself growing frustrated, tired of him beating around the bush. “Yes & no?” You repeated, biting your lip in annoyance.

Adrian threw his hands up, exasperated, “I don’t know what the fuck you want—“

“The truth, Adrian!” You exclaimed, “just tell me the truth..”

“Kildare is small, _____. We both know that.” He shook his head, walking a foot toward his building to lean against the wall. “What happened to you was a big deal.”

“My accident?”

“Yeah.” He half scoffed, half laughed, “I mean, jesus, for days you were the only thing in the news. Your progress, the details surrounding the accident. You were all anyone talked about.”

“Is that how you know me?” You pushed, “the news?”

“No.” Adrian shrugged. “We went to high school together.”

The coil in your chest sprung, a small inaudible exhale leaving your throat, “were we friends?”

At that Adrian chuckled, but there wasn’t an amusing smile to match the action, “No. We weren’t friends. We hardly knew each other. But Kildare is small, the high school smaller.”

“Why didn’t you say anything when we ran into each other?”

“Honestly?” You gave him a pointed glare at his question. “I didn’t recognize you at first. I mean, you look different than you did in school. It wasn’t until you told me your name that I figured it out.”

“So why not then still?”

“I…” he shook his head, sighing, “don’t know. It was clear that you didn’t recognize me. There were rumors of course about your condition after getting out of the hospital but who knows what the truth is, ya know? So, I just didn’t say anything.”

“Except trying to get me to relive the coastal life.” You rebutted, recalling when Adrian would try to order you food that would remind you of home.

“Alright, I’ll admit, that was me being an asshole, seeing if the rumors were true.”

You scoffed, finding his tactic unbelievable, “wow, nice.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Adrian pushed off from the building to take a step toward you. You crossed your arms before your body to keep warm from the cool.

“It was wrong. I know. I should’ve said something sooner but, but I was…afraid.”

“Afraid?” You rolled your eyes, “of what?”

“I like you, _____. You know that, I already said as much. The feelings I’ve developed for you are real. And after we kissed the first time, I figured I was in too deep already. If you didn’t remember me before then… what did it matter now?”

“Still.” Your heart faltered. He lied to you, manipulated you, he even experimented! This wasn’t someone who could have real feelings…

“I know, I know.” Adrian spoke softly, his eyes peering into your own. You hadn’t realized he was standing directly in front of you at that point. Gently he placed his hands on your biceps, his fingers firm but soft. “I shouldn’t have lied. I should have said something. But we were good, ya know? It was obvious you wanted to forget the past &… I wanted to help. Be a part of it.”

Your lips parted. A plethora of emotions flooded you as you stared up at him. Pressing your lips together, you stepped out of his hold. You swallowed before speaking, “I need time.”

Adrian pursed his lips but nodded stiffly, “Okay.”

The two of you stood quietly for a beat before you felt a chill breeze sweep over you. You shuddered, angling your body toward your building, “I’ll call you, okay? I don’t want to make any promises or anything but… I just need to think. About all of this, & especially about what it means.”

Again, Adrian nodded but didn’t say anything.

Without another word, you stepped off the sidewalk & were halfway across the street when you heard your name being called. You stopped to turn around. Adrian was half-way off the sidewalk, “I know what I did was wrong, & I am sorry, but I don’t regret it.”

You weren’t sure what to say, your stomach twisting at his words, confused &… relieved at his honesty.

“I didn’t know you much before, but I can’t imagine who you used to be compares to who you are now. You’re really… you really are amazing.”

Words wanted to come out but you couldn’t pick them out. A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

Adrian waved you off, “Anyway, goodnight, _____.”

“Night, Adrian.”

Adrian disappeared inside his building, leaving you alone on the empty, dimly lit city street. But despite your predicament, both medically & romantically, it was the first time since your rebirth that you didn’t feel alone. It was the first time you felt genuinely seen.

“I wasn’t expecting a call so soon.” Adrian shared as you let you into his building.

Neither were you. After all, it had only been four days since you spoke to him outside in the middle of the night. But you had spoken to your therapist.

Of course, you spared her details—only mentioning that you had indeed met someone & weren’t sure how to navigate a relationship in your condition. She reminded you that your long-term amnesia & sun sickness didn’t mean you had to live a life alone. In fact, she was pleased to hear you had met someone, asking if you had told your family & friends yet.

“Ugh, no.” You had winced at the thought, “I’m barely ready for this, I don’t want to introduce them to anything temporary.”

“Well when you treat it like it’s temporary it surely will be.” She responded knowingly. “Do you want it to be temporary?”

You pondered her question for some time. You thought about how Adrian knew about your condition, the accident even. How he knew how your family functioned because everyone from Kildare functioned the same. How in spite of all that he still wanted to get to know you. Then you remembered the lying, the experimenting, the hiding.

But he had said it, he wanted to help you forget. No one who knew you before would really ever let you forget, not even Lillie though bless her heart she sure did try. But Adrian knew you before, or at least of you, & still accepted you for you. This you.

“Maybe.” You finally had responded.

Once your zoom session ended, you stared at Adrian’s name on your phone. Another surprise you had during the break from him was that he didn’t message you, not once, not even to say goodnight or goodmorning. He was respecting your boundaries, giving you time, space. You figured he wouldn’t, which would’ve ultimately landed further away from you then both of you would like, but he surprised you. He did that a lot.

But after your talk with your therapist, you had to acknowledge the urge in your heart to contact him. You actually missed him. In the short time you’ve known him, Adrian had quickly & quietly became a fixture in your life. It was harder to not miss him.

That was how you found yourself outside his building the following night.

Adrian had sounded as relieved & excited to hear your voice as you his, though you didn’t show it, still choosing to remain guarded. But it was thanksgiving week, & your therapist said you didn’t have to spend your life alone. You weren’t sure if you would, or even wanted to, spend it with Adrian, but you figured thanksgiving dinner would be an okay start.

“Yeah, I hope it’s okay that I invited myself to your place for dinner.”

“Of course.” He smiled jovially at you as you two waited for the elevators. It was a little past seven in the evening, a late dinner. But thanks to the time of year, the sun set nearly three hours prior. Fortunately for you, Adrian was more than happy to have a late dinner with you.

“I wasn’t sure what to make, to be honest, not much of a cook, but I hope what I got is alright.” He laughed awkwardly.

“As long as it’s nothing from the south.” You joked. He raised his hands innocently, “I’ve learned my lesson with that.”

“Good.” You giggled softly.

A minute or so later, you found yourself walking through Adrian’s apartment door. Though similar to your own in space & size, it was a sleeker, more modern aesthetic. It had a warmer welcome to it than your concrete abode. It was very clearly a bachelor pad, as well.

The living room had a leather sectional with a large flat screen. Behind the sectional was a pool table parallel to a minibar. Everything in the apartment, from what you could see, was black or white. Even the felt on the pool table was black. But there were touches of Adrian throughout. Yet from what you could see, there was no piano in sight.

A paper bag from Yummy Mummy sat on top of Adrian’s pure white kitchen island. A shocked but amused scoff left you. Adrian piqued his eyebrows at your reaction, “I did say I wasn’t much of a cook…”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, staring in inane cheerfulness as he began to empty contents from the paper bag, “no kidding.”

“One beef burger & fries for you…” Adrian handed you the wrapped food to which you happily received. “And one beef burger & fries for me.”

You felt your brows furrow. “Not your usual? Shrimp sandwich?”

“Nah,” Adrian replied, seating himself at a stool corner to you, “I figured I’d change it up for once.”

You popped a fry into your mouth, smirking playfully. “Good choice.”

The both of you sat & ate quietly for a minute or so before Adrian hopped up with a mouth full of food, heading for the fridge. He looked at you & said something but you definitely didn’t understand a word. He rolled his eyes & chewed animatedly before swallowing, a grin appearing on his face. “Sorry. Do you want a drink?”

“Um,” you paused, unsure if having alcohol was the best idea right now, “what do you have?”

“Uh…” he narrowed his eyes at the contents inside his fridge, “beer, wine, & uh, more beer.” He tossed you an apologetic look, “I could brew up some coffee if you don’t want some of the big kid stuff.”

You knew he didn’t mean anything intentional by ‘big kid stuff’ but still, you found yourself a little taken aback by the comment. You weren’t a kid, regardless of your condition. You could handle yourself fine. Besides, you lived right across the street. It’s not like you’d be stumbling into a cab like you did halloween weekend.

“A beer is great.” You thanked him as he popped the cap off a bottle & handed it to you before doing the same for himself.

Adrian returned to his seat & raised his bottle in your direction. “To new beginnings.”

“New beginnings,” you repeated, clinking the neck of your beer against his.

Adrian smiled around the mouth of his beer as he drank. You felt yourself flush. Taking a swig yourself, you repeated to yourself internally —

To new beginnings.

You sighed blissfully as you reached your door, sensing Adrian behind you.

“You really didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door.” You shared but was internally thankful for his company.

Dinner had been a pleasant surprise. After eating & chatting more, Adrian & you sat on his sectional to relax. He put on an Angelina Jolie movie but neither of you paid much attention.

You were worried he would bring up the past, talk about high school or other parts of Kildare that you simply couldn’t & would never remember. But he never once even leaned in that direction. Conversation flowed evenly, with flirtatious bits here & there. By the time the movie finished it was almost 11. In that time, you still hadn’t mentioned the other downside of your illness. So you wanted to get out of his hair so he could sleep like the normal people do. But he insisted on seeing you home himself. How could you say no?

“I really wanted to though.” He replied, a smirk appearing on his goddamn handsome features.

You chuckled softly at that & turned the handle but didn’t push it open. Instead you faced him once more. He continued to stare pensively at you, making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Thank you again for dinner.”

“The first of many, I hope.” He replied.

“And thank you for being patient. I’m still not sure where we stand but right now dinner & conversation is okay.”

Adrian mustered another smile but nodded.

“Okay, well…” you began, “goodnight, Adr—“

You didn’t get to finish speaking his name when you felt yourself pressed gently against your door & his lips on top yours.

The abruptness of his gentle assault made you gasp & grip onto the sleeves of his jacket. Adrian moved his mouth over yours expertly, & surprisingly, you welcomed it. You found yourself bringing him closer to you, enough for his chest to press into you.

Adrian’s fingers threaded themselves through your hair, gently tugging to maneuver your neck at an angle where he could access your mouth better. The action forced a heated moan. Adrian groaned deeply.

Then suddenly his mouth & body heat were gone. You dizzily blinked your eyes open to stare at him. The both of you were breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry. I…” his eyes fell to your open mouth, your swollen lips red & pouty, “I couldn’t not.”

You felt your core tighten, an ache wanted to be satiated. An ache you haven’t felt much before. An ache you wanted to feel more of.

To Adrian’s surprise, you closed the distance yet again, grabbing the back of his neck to bring his mouth down atop yours. Adrian responded, wrapping his arms around your waist, this time none so gently pushing you against the door.

You moaned again, biting your lip to keep the noise from escaping. Adrian lifted his head to stare down at you, “I thought you wanted slow.”

“I want you to make me feel good.” You whispered, “make me feel good, Adrian.”

A heated look shadowed his gaze & next thing you knew, Adrian had shoved the both of you into your apartment, slamming the door loudly as it echoed through your apartment.

Adrian’s mouth was on yours again with renewed vigor. His teeth nipped at your lower lip, his hands traveled the length of you to cup your bottom, lifting you with ease as you wrapped your legs around him.

Your head was spinning with every kiss along your neck & collarbone as he sat you on top of your kitchen island. Your hands & mouth couldn’t keep up with him as he deftly pulled at your clothes.

We’re you really going to go through with this? You wanted to go slow…

But then Adrian slipped his fingers into your underwear, his index & middle finger wasting no time in slipping into your pussy. A gasp escaped you at the sudden intrusion & you bucked your hips slightly into his palm.

“You’re so fucking wet already.” He mouthed hotly into your ear, “I knew you wanted me to fuck you, make you come undone.”

A strained & gurgled moan stuck in your throat at his words.

His teeth grazed the lobe of your ear, adding to the euphoric sensations erupting from the warmth of your core.

Adrian’s fingers curled inside you then, & you held onto his forearm, gyrating your hips around his hand.

You felt your thighs shake as something tight began to build. Your moans at this point were pouring out shamelessly. Adrian grabbed the underside of your chin, turning your face upwards so he could cover your mouth with his own.

Your lips parted & his tongue slipped in, “Cum for me. Cum like the good whore I know you are.”

His words—words that you normally would’ve been appalled at—made you wince & cry out. The tight coil deep in your core springing loose.

“Don’t stop.” You pleaded as you felt a flood of warmth consume you.

You cried out, rotating your hips & bucking into Adrian’s hand as his thumb circled your clit, heightening your senses.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, finally opening your eyes, though all you saw were stars blanketing your vision.

“You’re fucking perfect.” Adrian murmured as he pressed his lips to your open mouth.

As you came down, your skin coated in a light sheen of sweat, you stared in awe at Adrian. An accomplished smile appeared on his face.

“That was…” you began, still catching your breath, a stickiness between your legs apparent, “I don’t what that was.”

“It was everything you wanted.” He responded, his hands returning to your hair, running the tresses through his fingers.

You half chuckled at that, too exhausted to attempt anything more.

“And now you’ve got me rock fucking hard.” With that comment, Adrian’s hand slipped down to your own, gripping your wrist & guiding it to the solid lump at the crotch of his jeans.

Adrian cupped your hand around himself, grinding his obvious arousal into your palm. You foolishly felt like a young girl, experiencing her first sexual encounter. In a way, that’s exactly what was happening. You didn’t remember your life before, let alone any sex you may or may not have. But considering that you were in you were 21, you highly doubted you were a virgin.

Still though. As you sat atop your island counter, your own arousal seeping out, you felt dumbfounded.

Adrian hissed through his clenched teeth, his eyes hooded as he watched you watch the motion of your hand over his jean-clad bulge.

“I want to fuck you,” he started, “I need to fuck you, _____.” At this point his face was burrowed in your neck, his hot breath sending shivers & shockwaves throughout your body.

You felt your core clench at his words, you body seemingly welcome to the idea of letting Adrian do what he wants with you. But you wanted slow… you needed slow.

“Say yes, _____.” Adrian’s lips grazed your skin, “let me make you feel good.”

And you did. You did feel good, Adrian had succeeded in that. But he could make you feel better.

You halted the movement of your hand, pausing to look up at Adrian. Your decision must’ve been evident in your eyes because Adrian smiled like he won a nation-wide championship.

“That’s my girl.” He softly said just before his hands gripped your hips suddenly, pulling you off the counter.

In a frenzy, you were spun around & pressed flush to the counter. A small gasp escaped you when you felt Adrian tug once at your underwear before the elastic snapped & left you bare.

Adrian’s lips deceased upon your upper back as his fingers expertly unclasped your bra, removing the item & tossing it to the side. A wonton mewl parted your lips when Adrian pressed his front to your rear.

“You need me to fuck you.” Adrian somewhat harshly gripped the back of your neck, bending your head backwards & an awkward & mildly painful angle so he could whisper in your ear.

“Say it.” He wasn’t wrong, you felt the intense desire to be savagely fucked by him. But saying it? You couldn’t find the words. They felt almost…wrong?

When you continued to not say anything, Adrian’s grip on your neck tightened, making you wince. A bout of concern flooded you, but what surprised you most was the erotic sensations you felt from the action.

Then a prodding was felt at your entrance. Your lips parted in confused anticipation, waiting for Adrian to fulfill his want.

But nothing came.

Instead, another sharp pain erupted through your scalp as he tugged your hair, yanking your head back, “I only fuck good girls who listen.”

“Adria—“ You had begun, but his hand suddenly covered your mouth. You felt your eyes widen in fear at the movement.

Adrian was at your ear, one hand covering your mouth as you felt his other reach around to your front, his fingers finding your sensitive clit.

A muffled moan sounded from behind Adrian’s hand as you felt your legs shake from the erotic assault. Your arousal dropped between your thighs. You could feel the droplets landing on your feet.

“It’ll be this,” Adrian pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock rubbing up & down between your folds, getting slick with your juices, “but so much more.”

Your heart was racing, your skin still damp with sweat. You unintentionally felt your hips press against him, wanting—needing—more.

“_____.” Adrian reprimanded in an almost sing-song tone, “Give me what I want, & I will give you what you want.”

“You need me to fuck you.” Adrian repeated, his fingers rubbing vigorously, & you could feel the coil in your stomach begin to restrict, the taste of absolute sensual bliss so close.

Just as you felt yourself about to come undone, Adrian’s fingers disappeared. His hand over mouth, too.

A hunger inside you was left unsatisfied.

Adrian was still behind you, his cock unmoving against your soaking wet cunt.

“Say it.” He whispered.

You needed it. You fucking needed it. Like a feral cat preparing to be devoured by the feral beast, you pressed yourself against the counter, your hands gripping the edge, “I need you to fuck me, Adrian.”

“Please,” you begged, shocked by how desperate you sounded, “Adrian, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” He growled before an intrusive fullness filled you.

Something between a yelp & a moan escaped you as Adrian sheathed himself entirely in one single thrust. You didn’t even have time to adjust, or think on how this was your first time having sex since your accident, before he was pounding himself into you.

Adrian hissed & groaned behind you, the later reverberating from deep within his chest which was pressed against your back. It was like music to your ears.

You hadn’t thought much on sex in your rebirth, but fuck, the sounds Adrian made certainly added to the sensations.

Adrian’s hands found your wrists, positioning them behind your back between your bodies. You couldn’t fathom the words through your euphoric fog to tell him it was painful. But even then, soon enough, the pain started to feel good too.

He grunted, his hips snapping recklessly against you. The coiled feeling returned with a vengeance as Adrian pounded you mercilessly. One hand grasped the base of your throat, bringing your head back so he could press his face into your hair. His other hand found its place between your legs.

The second his fingers touched you, the coil broke. A strangled cry clawed out of your throat as you came around Adrian’s cock.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” Adrian mumbled just before he thrusted into you deeply, painfully, once more, a strained groan of his own following.

Slowly, languidly, Adrian rotated his hips as the two of you came down. Your heart beat wildly within your chest, your skin suddenly cold & erupting with goosebumps, your breathing erratic. Adrian softened inside you before he pulled out. You winced at the emptiness.

It was quiet for what felt like forever before you finally felt calmed enough. You pushed off from the counter, the ache deep inside you pounding, reflective of the somewhat rough sex you had just experienced.

In your peripheral, you saw Adrian disappear down your hallway to your bathroom. You took this opportunity to get mostly dressed in the dark. Underwear, bra, shirt.

All of a sudden you felt uncomfortable. Exposed. Dirty.

Used.

But you had used him too, hadn’t you?

You continued to reason yourself, listing reasons why it was okay: it was in the heat of the moment, you did actually want it, the chemistry between you two was acted on naturally, etc.

You had done a very normal thing.

The fact brought a smile to your face.

A pair of arms encircled your waist. You bit your lip, turned around to face him.

“I’m never letting you go.” Adrian quietly announced as he kissed you once more.

You chuckled softly, pulling away, “I can’t believe that just happened. So much for slow.”

Adrian grinned at you, forcing you to look away. You began to pull out of his arms, when his hands halted you, his brows furrowing, “Wait, stop, what are you doing? Do you regret it?”

“No.” You responded instantaneously, “I just, it happened to fast. I didn’t really have a chance to think.”

“You jumped me.” Adrian reminded you, “I was following your lead.”

You nodded in agreement, knowing that was exactly what happened. You could’ve said no at any point, not let it get past your door, but you couldn’t stop it, you didn’t want to stop it.

You shook your head, smiling sheepishly, “I know, I know. I… enjoyed it. A lot.”

Adrian placed a finger under your chin, turning your face upwards so he could look you in the eye, “It’s a good thing, _____. Right?”

“Right.” You repeated, allowing him to pull you closer. Your face was buried into the crook of his neck. He kissed the side of your head.

“Everything happens for a reason.”

It’s nearly eight in the morning when you see Adrian to your door.

After another tussle in the sheets, which was much softer than the heated roughness of the kitchen tussle—the latter you discovered you enjoyed more of—Adrian & you had passed out. It was his 7:30 alarm that had woken you.

You let Adrian shower, lying in your bed reminiscing the night before. Then you got up to make some tea. You knew you’d be going back to sleep after Adrian left & wanted to make it easier by preparing some chamomile.

It was 8:02 when Adrian appeared in the kitchen, his light brown hair damp. He smiled at you before giving you a gentle but firm kiss. It left you dizzy.

“Any plans for thanksgiving?”

“Ugh,” you stuck your tongue out, “none.”

Adrian laughed, “Gonna wing it alone, huh?”

You shrugged, “I like being alone. Plus I don’t want to go to Kildare to be surrounded by people who won’t stop staring.”

He nodded.

“What about you?” You turned the question onto him.

Adrian shrugged as well, “Eh. Don’t really think they’ll notice if I’m there or not. So why spend the money to go down there?”

“But you love Kildare.”

“Yeah, I do. But uh…” He glanced at you with raised brows, “I’m beginning to like it here more.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the compliment. Fuck, get it together!

“So…” You began, “you’ll be here then?”

“Yeah.” Adrian’s mouth turned up in one corner with a smirk, “Maybe we could do something together.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but nodded, “Okay. But this time I’ll cook.”

Adrian through you a questioning look, “You mean cook cook or order from Yummy Mummy cook?”

“Cook cook.” A knowing grin appeared on your face.

“Okay,” He ran his hand through your hair, his eyes overlooking what felt like every detail of your face. He leaned in then, his lips barely brushing against your own, “As long as I have you for dessert.”

Adrian finishes slipping into his shoes & jacket as you wait at the door. He made himself a small breakfast before you hinted that you had stuff to do, stuff being sleep.

“I’ll call you.” You said to him, unlocking the latches.

“I’ll be waiting.” The two of you shared a smile. You began to open the door as he leaned down to kiss you. It was a sweet one, like the ones you had first experienced with him. Giggling into the kiss, you were just about to pull away when a thud sounded right next to you.

“What the fuck?” Adrian & you pulled away suddenly at the voice just to your left.

Turning from Adrian, you spun around to see Lillie standing in the hallway outside your door. A bag had fallen from her hand to the floor, & a small suitcase stood beside her legs.

“Lillie?” Your eyes widened, not expecting her, or literally anyone to be standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing.” She spit but it wasn’t directed towards you.

No, the look she had on her face, which could easily send anyone to their early grave, was aimed directly at Adrian.

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By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part 5

Summary: Prince Paul is married.

Notes/Warning: I read and I imagined the wedding…and celebrations that would commence. I also added a dash of what I’d like to imagine. Please do not take it for at all historically accurate. I used Almond Blossoms for fertility, Red Lilies for Passion & Love, Peonies for Marriage. Dated concepts of marriage.

You can still imagine the dynamic between Paul and reader. I just thought it would be cute that now without shoes and/or boots, that she is a lot shorter

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His fingers grazed your gloved ones. His breath caught in his throat at this brief moment that transpired. Your pinkies entwined. Your eyes met, exhaled and your fingers separated.

“May safety and health be on your side as you travel home.”

You turned, your lips gave him the gentlest of smiles. “Your words bring warmth to my heart. They will help in travels.”

*******

The air was crisp, leaves chased each other like the letters the two of you sent each other.

….with this being our final letter my beloved.

I look forward to the day, when I am able to finally lift your vail on our wedding day.

May these final days fly on the wings of a hawk.

With relish, he put his quill back into the inkwell. A smile played on his lips as he sealed with wax and had it sent off.

The next few days did indeed fly by. The last stitches were made in his wedding coat. The buttons were polished. His boots were as well.

Soon opulent banquets, balls were held. The festivities were held. All of it was terribly exciting, yet he yearned for the day; you would finally be man and wife.

******

As he laid against the bath, his heart thudded hard in his chest. His excitement consumed him. The warm stones pulled a sigh from him as he allowed himself to relax. The eucalyptus filled the air, clearing his mind. A small smiled played on his lips. He would be fresh and clean for you, his wife. He looked forward to this new chapter in his life.

******

He combed down his unruly short curls, while eyeing his reflection. Everything, looked sharp. This would be a good look for a portrait. He will have to call on the artist and have him do a portrait of you and him in the grand hall.

******

Murmurs filled the air. They grew louder when he turned and saw you approach with your mother and father. Relatives, dignitaries and various members of the court filled the room. Though, you stood truly apart from all of it. You were so beautiful.

Soon the priest led the two of you. Your hands were bound and the crowns were placed, the ceremonial prayers were spoken. His promise you from the depths of his heart were finally said aloud. Hearing your promise and words of loved filled him with joy.

Lifting your veil, his heart beat even faster as his eyes met yours. He would never tire of looking into them. Gently, he lifted your chin and inhaling he placed a kiss on your lips.

******

The rest of the night was a blur of food and vodka. You both had twirled about the room. He had relished the feel of having his arm finally wrapped around your middle. Your warmth and softness felt so good against him. You giggled and shared smiles the entire night. He was also grateful that your ladies in waiting, finally appeared to be enjoying themselves.

*******

In the blur of the vodka and all the food, voices of excitement bounced off the walls of the estate. During, which he was grateful that during the festivities he had been able to loose his bothersome wig. He hated pinning it to his short curls. It was a touch of formality that irked him.

His friends and servants formed their own little group as did your friends and servants and together they bounced the two of you around. Smiles, twinkles in the eyes and laughter joined and became one between you and him.

As the candles melted to half strength, half their height, he found himself along with you and all your companions being moved to his private chambers. He gad been warned this would happened. He hoped you had been too. The pain was still fresh when he saw how violated you had felt after the physician had seen you. He would never want you to experience that ever again. He didn’t know exactly when the time came, but it was time to head to his chambers.

He drew close to you, in the fuzziness of his vodka and food, he whispered you what he had been told was expected. He brushed aside a wisp of your hair.

“Love, we climb in and pull the blankets up to our waists. That should be more then enough.”

Your eyes shone and your cheeks, was dusted in a darker hue of red. He knew some was from the merriment. But it was also from the words he spoke.

“Ya.” Your German snuck out for the briefest of moments as you said yes. But then soon glancing away before glancing back him you nodded. “Yes, that shall be fine. Our life is on the cusp of several new traditions.”

He nodded. Inwardly he sighed. You spoke of what both of you knew as your future together. “Maybe if you allow I shall give you a kiss and then they all with hope in my heart finally leave and give us time finally for just the two of us. If that is alright with you?”

“Yes, that would be wonderfully pleasant.”

*******

He let his entourage of companions move him. Your hands finally parted and soon you met each other’s eyes over the expanse of the large bed. His and your personal servants pulled aside the blankets. He took a breath, his life would never be the same after this. He would be a husband, one day a father and soon king of his great nation. Russia is and always will be above all else.

Sitting down, his servant stopped him and removed his boots. As he felt the bed give as you sat down on the other side of the bed, he glanced at you over his shoulder. His heart thudded harder.

Soon, both of you sat back he noticed they had undid the laces on your shoes as well. You both sat with your backs against the headboard. He reached out and took your glover hand. A sigh came from him as he felt you interlace your fingers.

Looking at you, he was about to speak when his door whispered open. Young women, he recognized from court and the like carried baskets filled with flowers. Then a silence fell over the room like a candle’s light being snuffed out as his mother walked in.

“May your marriage bed be blessed. May these flowers bless my son, Paul and his wife.”

Soon he watched as the young women with a gentle air scattered the petals of peonies, red lilies and almond blossoms that he had all seen being grown in the various gardens. Some were new transplants in the gardens. They had prickled his interest but figured it had been something his mother fancied and didn’t bother asking. Now it all made sense.

The petals fell here and there. Some fell on him, on you. Though neither of you moved to shrug them off. Though it certainly added an more colorful array in the room.

Once the girls were finished scattering the flowers, his mother clapped her hands the sharp sound, like thunder brought all eyes to her once again.

“Now, be loving and fruitful. May you consummate your wedding, your union.”

With a swish of her dress, she left and soon did the others. It was his private servant who he had for as long as he could remember give the final bow and closed the door.

His heart was beating harder then when he was crowned prince. He never had to worry about another. Now he did. Not letting go of your hand, he turned towards you; he saw how the flower petals had definitely fell upon you.

As your eyes met a soft laugh came from you. You brought a hand up to try and stifle it. Its sound and the twinkle in your eyes made his stop racing and it skipped.

Reaching, gently he pulled your hand away. “Don’t I like the sound of your laugh.” His voice after all the merriment and cheers was just above a whisper.

You flushed. “As you wish, my dear husband.”

He felt a tremble course through you as he still held your hand. He pressed his lips together.

“Beloved.”

He stopped. The word blossomed in his mouth but felt very good. Glancing, he saw the familiar pink dusting your cheek he had grown to enjoy seeing. He continued.

“If you wish to call me that you shall but you can call me Paul as well.”

You smile and nod. “I will enjoy hearing you call me beloved.” Your smile grew. “I shall see what comes from my heart.”

“I shall look forward to seeing how your heart speaks to me.”

He found himself moving closer to you. Some of the petals, fell in front of his eyes. He gave you a half smile, raising his eyebrows.

“Am I covered?“

You nod and you finally move closer.

It wasn’t long before you both were gently removing petals from here and there. Sharing a look, you both smiled as you realized how the petals had truly been rained down on the two of you.

As he looked at you, more then ever before did he want to kiss you. During the ceremony, it had not been enough.

“Beloved, would permit me to kiss you ?”

“Please.”

Gently, he cupping your soft cheek he easily caressed it with his thumb. “You are so beautiful.” He murmured and brought his lips to yours.

Soon he felt as your body was pressed against his. It felt so right, far better then anything he could have imagined.

With not a thought he reached up and winced. One of your hair pins pricked him. You parted, and she took your wounded hand.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Those pins can be horrible things.” His heart skipped once more as you placed a soft kiss on his wounded finger. “Shall I remove these dreadful things?”

He nodded. “Yes, though I do enjoy you holding my hand so.”

“I shall not be long.”

Going to one of his small tables he watched you. It dawned on him you were shorter then he realized. Your shoes had given you some height. It made him chuckle when he did, you paused.

“Yes, my dear husband ?”

Getting up then, he strode over. Seeing the difference then, he was amused.

“I never realized how much taller I was.”

“Oh? Oh!” You glanced at the mirror. “Yes, you are quite tall.”

“I am.” He was very amused.

Glancing down at your hair, he saw just how twisted and twined. It was lovely but now that he focused on it. He saw the complexity of it. “Shall I risk being wounded again and help you?”

“Only if you wish it? My lady in waiting showed me how to do and undo my hair.”

“Handy for when she is not around.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Soon bejeweled pins, silken ribbons were in a small pile. Your hair fell in soft waves down your back. It was a lovely as the rest of you.

Gently, having seen it in paintings and even read it in stories, he pulled you close. Soon your lips met once again. So soft. Distantly, he could taste the sweets you had enjoyed over the course of the celebrations.

******

Easily far easier then he had expected he shed his most of his clothes and found himself laying beside you. Clad, in only his undershirt and breeches he marveled at finally seeing the silhouette of your curves that were a shadow under your chemise.

His passions had been steadily growing, though he didn’t want to cause you any distress. The afternoon, when the physician had inspected you in such a cold, reserved manner still caused a chill in him.

He eased himself up onto his elbow. “Beloved. It is not because of our duty or even tradition, though I do hold those very dear.”

He gently ran his fingers along your arm that rested on your side. “I wish I could have learned, grew along his side but I did not. However, I do wish you to know that ever since I saw you. My heart took flight.”

“Oh, Paul it was the same for me.” By surprise you took his hand and your soft lips on his knuckles made little blossoms of pleasure bloom within in him.

“Then shall we became one tonight and forever?” He tilted his head and met your eyes.

“Yes, till the end.”

He climbed and settled between your legs. With your help, he brought your chemise to your waist. Once you were free of your undergarment, you gently shook. He paused.

“Beloved ?”

You looked away.

“Don’t look away from me. I am your husband.”

He bit the inside of his cheek. His voice came out harsher then he expected.

Your eyes were big as you looked back at him.

“I had not meant to sound so angry.” He grimaced. “I am just as nervous as you are. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I understand softly. I am just scared it will hurt.” You admitted.

“I won’t let happen or last. We are together forever, I us to have a union of love.”

The hatred and angst his mother had rained down on him was not what he wanted with you. He was already so fond of you

“Then, yes let us become one.”

He shook himself as he finally opened his breeches and released his arousal. His stomach knotted the more as his need for you grew.

Bracing himself on the bed beside you, he leaned in close. “Perhaps, if we share a a kiss, our union won’t bring as much pain.” He softly suggested, meeting your eyes.

The kiss had felt so good. It would surely lessen any effect of him filling you and making the two of you one.

“Yes, lets try.” You whispered back.

Gently, he rubbed himself against you. Thoughts of coming undone right there was almost possibly. It was by far of the best things he had ever felt in his life. Distantly he became aware that you clung onto him made him feel so powerful.

It only made the sensation of him gently sliding into you better as he kissed you. Blinking, he looked at you as he felt you tremble; your breathes were hard and hot but they were followed by eager kisses he tried to desperately meet. Once he was enveloped by you he paused to gather his breath and make sure you were ok.

“Beloved.” Though he meant it to be a question it came out more of a statement for the pleasure that throbbed around his arousal.

“I’m good. It hurt but its much better now.”

He rested his forehead against yours gently. “As you wish.”

He began to move then. Sounds came from you and him, they also became one. He felt as you tightened below him making him really see you once again through the haze of his pleasure. Your grip tightened before fluttered around his member, and soon he lost what little control he had managed to hold onto, and he soon called out a mixture of your name and the pet name that became so normal for him in such a short amount of time. He emptied himself inside of you. Gasping he melted against your softness. And soon with a strangled, pleasure filled breath he managed to then settle beside you for worry of crushing or hurting. He laid their panting. His curls and body soaked in sweat.

*******

Later, the candles having burned low. He found you nestled against him and soundly asleep. It was alien to him but you were so soft, and beautiful and he enjoyed the sight, it made his heart swell. He managed to pull up a blanket and cover the two of you before falling back into the velvety blackness of sleep.

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 3 months

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A new repost with amazing @sowrongitslottie art!

This is the fifth installment of the A Herrmann/Halstead Production series: Now Kiss!

Bex wants all of her little chicks to be happy and she has her sights set on Mouch.

Characters: Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann (OC character), Jay Halstead, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Trudy Platt, appearances from the CPD and the CFD crews

Read on Tumblr or ao3!

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Ahsoka

Season 1, “Part Five: Shadow Warrior”

Director: Dave Filoni

DoP: Quyen Tran

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ophelian-darling · 1 year

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omg hi, you have such a beautiful blog, i like the aesthetic sm and your writings are gold ! i hope you are having a really nice day. <3

okay so, of course only if you want to do it, what about fugo with the prompts 20, 22 and 60?? i love him sm sorry hHAJDJF.

again have a nice day, and thank you for reading this !! ♡

"I'm nothing without you"

"You're acting ungrateful and keep ruining everything I do for you..."

"Don't ignore me, you know that I don't like this"

TW: Toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, Obsession, light swearing.

enjoy ♡

"I really don't know, mother…he's feeling even worse now and I can't let myself do this to him"

"You've been with Pannacotta for years honey… years in which you stood by his side, endured his tantrums and showed him nothing but love and support so he could hurt you even more! you deserve so much better than to remain stuck with someone like him"

You stared at the thrown suitcase across your bedroom floor. you were about to defend your boyfriend and repeat those old promises of faithfulness and affection you swore to him, but her words took a shorter time to be processed as true when you thought about it.

Maybe your affair with Pannacotta wasn't meant to be? you thought that the connection between you was too strong to be broken, only to be proven wrong when you felt your love for him drain like water from the pieces of a shattered vase.

"Do you… think it's right? I don't wanna be the villain here and I-"

"Why are you so hesitant?" she scolded through the line "This is the hundredth time I tell you that it's totally okay… don't feel bad for this happening darling, he'll understand"

You hoped so.

"You're caring too much for his feelings that you forgot about your own, you aren't happy anymore with him so why put the blame on yourself?"

"Stand your ground Sweetheart, don't let him have his way again"

You threw another glance at the suitcase. you've had enough. Pannacotta's ways -whether they are through words or actions- were raising your hackles. It was crystal clear that he had issues and you excused him for them (Starting from the ruthless circumstances he was put through as a child, to when his outbursts made him this way with you) in addition to him promising you to be better for the sake of your relationship.

Well, six years with him wasn't enough for him to change- in fact, he'll never do.

"Are you going to abandon me?" the unmistakable voice of him, doubtful and faintly wry.

You didn't reply. The lack of response urged him to continue, taking slow steps towards your sitting form on the bed "Have you had enough of me? Am I a nuisance to you?"

You are. That's the first answer crossing your mind. That's what you're supposed to say now. He is indeed a nuisance and he had to know it, that if your tender side didn't intervene and force you to choose a more gentle excuse. Fuck.

"Don't ignore me, you know that I don't like this" He pleaded, despair masked by an angry octave of voice. During these years with Pannacotta, you've learned and memorized his tones: the anger of frustration wasn't the same as the anger of melancholy. You only had either to endure his mood, or comfort him depending on the situation and protest with no words.

"I think we're too different to remain together, Panna." you said, clearing every word, not like He needed a clarification of how much you need to get away from him, forever.

His tight expression fell a little, but you carried on nonetheless "I'm afraid that I don't feel for you as much as I used to feel for you before, Pannacotta. it's no use continuing this"

"Was it your mother who told you to do this?" The look on his eyes nearly cracked your resolve.

"It's not like that-"

"You've been waiting for a chance to leave me all alone! I've built so much into being with you only to know that you were ready to forsake me when I'm in such a need for you!" He was practically screaming, raising his hands and waving them around. you're too familiar with this scene.

The atmosphere felt heavy suddenly; your heart clenched at the strange aura around him. not too wrong to assume that something is off and this is not like the previous times you tried to break free from him.

"Panna please calm down! I just want to-" you tried to pacify him, getting closer to his rigid body with caution before being interrupted harshly.

"You just want what?! to simply throw away all of my love behind you as if it was never a thing in your mind?! I've suffered for you while You're acting ungrateful and keep ruining everything I do for you…"

Was it so? your heart sank at his words. all of the letters were lost on your tongue, you merely couldn't respond or know how to ease him.

"Can't you see you're hurting me? have I done something so sinful that you were so quick to leave?" Panna seemed to relax a little, His shoulders loosening up hopelessly.

From red to blue in minutes; your 'boyfriend' (does this term still apply to him? it seems that a change of heart is stirring inside again) had the same pattern of behavior for the very obvious reasons, in addition of holding tight to you and not showing any understanding of what you may feel.

"Panna…" gently as a breeze was his name slipping off your lips, hands over his, trying to appease him unconsciously.

He took it too, unconsciously basking in the contentful gesture. you'd never imagined that you would hear the soft confession out of his mouth.

"You mean everything to me… I have no one else to be with after I lost everything…"

Memory of his sobs on your lap flashed in a second. the day he made his worst mistake- and it'll a sharp wound in his heart to realize he abandoned his dearest friends, a fate he didn't want to have himself.

"I'm nothing without you… and I've never been a thing until I met you…"

Silence.

That was enough to convey his message to you; you wouldn't dare to leave your dear Pannacotta a broken mess all to himself to fix, that if he was even able to.

What was even our argument about? thinking now, until it went to the back of your consciousness just like your mother's words.

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lovelyrocker · 9 months

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Consequences Part Five(end)

RPF

Warnings: Talk of Cheating, STD, HIV, Angst, Language, Medical Setting, Shot/Injection

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: Timothee Chalamet x Reader

Word Count: 1,795

Part Four

You were sitting in the familiar office again, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air. Timothee squeezed your hand between his as his leg bounced with anxiety. You squeezed his hand between your two and he looked over at you.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You tell him with an assuring smile.

He gives a tight lipped smile back to you. His brow was pulled together with concern as you watched him take a visible deep breath. He looks down at his hand sitting in your lap, wrapped between yours. You could feel the anxiousness through him.

“You-” He looks up to you, nibbling his lower lip. “You’ll love me the same?” He struggled to keep his eyes on yours. “Won’t you?”

“Oh Timmy!” You slip your hand behind his neck and pull him to you, his forehead resting on yours. “I am not going anywhere.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “If you have this, we will figure things out.” You lift your head, making sure he is looking at you. “They have made so many advancements in the medical field when it comes to HIV.” You reached, fixing his t-shirt collar that was bunched up. “I’ve done my research.” You tap the underneath of his chin. “Now, they can take your sperm and my egg and fertilize it, then implant it in my uterus and voila, baby Chalamet. No infection passed.”

“Really?” His face softened. “They can do that?! You won’t get infected? What about the baby?”

“They learned that the infection only gets passed through the mother. So I would have to have it to pass it to the baby. You can’t pass it to the baby that way.”

“So we can still have a family?!” His voice sounded so hopeful as he said this, your heart broke and swelled at the same time.

The door opened and you both looked up at the doctor as he walked in. Timothee’s hand gripped your hand tightly. You soothingly rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. He swallowed hard as the doctor rounded his desk.

“Hello, Timothee. Y/N.” He gave a polite nod in your direction and you returned the gesture. He sits behind his desk and looks at Timothee, clearing his throat. “I have good news and bad news, Timothee.”

“O-okay.” He looks to you then to the doctor as if making sure you were still there..

“But the bad news is actually good news.” The doctor continues, opening the folder in front of him.

“What? What do you mean?” You ask with the shake of your head.

The doctor looks at Timothee. “Tim, you don’t have HIV.”

The relief that went through Timothee was seen and heard with the exhale of the breath he was holding. Tears were filling his eyes as he looked at you.

“But,” The doctor spoke and you and Timothee looked back at him. “You do have syphilis.”

“What?!” You both say in unison.

“A pretty advanced case, actually.” The doctor added.

“I- I don’t understand.” Timothee shook his head. “Syphilis? I don't have any symptoms of syphilis.”

“As I said, yours is pretty advanced. You’ve had it for a while, so you wouldn’t have symptoms now. You have three stages of syphilis.” The doctor began to explain, you and Timothee listening carefully. “First stage symptom would have been enlarged lymph nodes near the groin. Small, painless sores on the skin, sometimes in the mouth or sore throat. Second stage, where you are, would be small, reddish-brown sores on the skin, sores in the mouth, vagina, or anus, fever, swollen lymph glands, weight loss, hair loss, headache and muscle aches, extreme tiredness.”

“So me being so worn down wasn’t from over working?” He asked the doctor.

“That didn’t help.” The doctor explained. “This explains your earlier results and your white blood cell counts as well.”

“So you are saying when I had sore throats and what I thought were ulcers in my mouth from too much spicy food, it was syphilis?”

“More likely than not, yes.” The doctor answered bluntly.

“And he’s been having this for how long?” You ask, looking at the doctor in disbelief.

“Hard to say how long exactly, but like I said, he is in stage two of the infection so it's been awhile.”

“Like four years ago, maybe?” You ask again.

“With these levels,” The doctor nods. “And lack of symptoms, currently, yeah.” Timothee looks back at you with guilt all over his face knowing exactly when and who he contracted it from.. “You are lucky we caught this now.” The doctor continued. “In stage three of this infection, after so many years and prolonged infection you end up with organ damage and some people have died from this.”

“What do we do now?” You look to the doctor. “How do we find out if there is damage and how do we treat it? How do we get him healthy again?”

“Luckily,” The doctor stands, walking to the opposite side of his office. “Treatment is very simple.” He grabs a pair of white gloves, slipping them on. “One injection of long-acting Benzathine penicillin G, in your buttock will cure you.” The doctor Grabs a syringe and a vial of meds. “Do you want her to step out?”

“That’s it?” Timothee asks, turning in his chair to face the doctor. “One shot and I’m cured?”

“That’s it. You will have to hold off on unprotected sex for a few weeks, but yes.” The doctor smiles at Timothee. “That’s it.”

“Hell yes!” Timothee stands, unbuckling his belt and jeans.

You grimace when the doctor injects him, seeing the clear discomfort of his face. “You okay?”

“The burn in my ass cheek is worth it knowing I didn’t fuck up everything.” Timothee tells you with soft features and relief in his eyes.

“Make an appointment with the front desk to come back in a few weeks for recheck and again in three months to repeat blood tests.” The doctor tells Timothee before he walks out.

Timothee is quiet on the drive home. You can tell his butt is sore from the shot, which the doctor said was normal. You were making his favorite lasagna for dinner when he walked through the front door. “Hey, love.” You smiled up at him. “I was just about to text you and tell you dinner was in the oven.” You shut the oven.

Timothee walks over to you and grabs you by the waist, kissing you deeply. Your rear hits the counter as you place one hand on the counter top to catch yourself and the other on his face. He has not kissed you this intimately since the night he left to go to that after party.

You bring your other hand to his face as you let him kiss your lips hungrily. “Marry me.” He whispers over your lips.

“What?” You pull away.

He backs away with his brow pulled together in worry. “I mean- I-” He shoves his hands in his pocket. “Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to come out like that.” He pushes his hair from his face, turning around. He walks away a bit then turns back to you. You’re standing there in complete confusion and shock.

“Did you just ask me to marry you by mistake?”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Timothee says as the frustration sinks into him deeper. “I- damn it. Okay, let me try this again.” He runs his hands across his face in agitation.

You grab his hands. “Baby,” He looks at you. “Breathe.” You watch him take a deep breath. “Okay now start from the beginning.” You push his hair from his face with a soft smile.

“I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you, too, baby.” You stroke his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Tim-”

“No,” He takes your hands. “Listen.” He pulls you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. “Just listen, please.” You close your mouth and nod, letting him speak. “I don’t deserve you because I disrespected you and broke your heart when I cheated. I remember when we started dating you said the one thing you don’t forgive is cheating. That it was a deal breaker for you.” He took another breath. “And yet, you were gracious enough to forgive me. To give me another chance. A chance I don’t deserve. Then you stood by me through something that most would walk away from.” His eyes began to fill with tears but he blinked them away. “I know how much I’ve messed up and how much it took for you to keep loving me. I’m- i’m not blind to how I’ve hurt you. And for you to go through that hurt alone,” He shook his head. “I am so fucking sorry, baby.”

“I know, baby.” You gently stroke his cheek with your thumb. “I know you, Timmy. I know you well enough to know you made a mistake.”

“And I am so grateful for that love.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “It made me realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That you are it for me. I thought I knew it before but now I have no doubt that you are meant to be my wife.” He looks you deep in the eyes as you try your damndest not to cry. “I’ve been looking at rings and trying to find the right time to ask. But when I walked in and saw you and- and kissed you it just-”

“Came out.” You finished with a chuckle. “You could never keep a secret, Timmy.” He laughed, looking at your hands in his. “This is as good a time as any.”

“What? To propose?” He gives a head tilt. “Without a ring?”

“No,” You chuckle. “To tell you I’m pregnant.”

“What?!” His eyes are huge.

“I- I uh- didn’t go to the doctor to get retested a few weeks ago. It was to verify a pregnancy.” You stand going to the drawer, pulling out an ultrasound picture.

Timothee takes the photos in his hand. “I- I don’t understand.”

“That night in Paris a few days before you found out.” You explain.

“You knew this whole time?” He looks up at you.

“No. I started feeling sick about two weeks ago. I thought my missed period was stress. I was too early to read in blood work. If I would have waited a week, it would have shown up.”

“So you are telling me that the quickie in the hotel room the night before the showcase?”

You nod with a giggle. “Yeah.” You push his hair from his face. “Not all consequences are bad.”

#Timothee Chalamet #Timothée #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x readeer #RPF #Consequences #Part 5 #Part Five #HIV #STD #Angst #Language #Shots #Injections #Medical Settings #reader insert

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