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linasobsessions · 3 years

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Are you sure about that? OR 4 times you were just a hookup + the one time you weren't {Matthew Tkachuk}

AN: First time writing on this blog after probably one and a half years. But this idea just kinda stuck in my head

Word count: 3.2k

Hooking up with Matthew was easy. The first time he took you home was after a night out at a local bar with his teammates, just having won an important game and being a step closer to clinching a playoff spot. You had been out with your girlfriends trying to escape the stress of college exams.

You already had a couple of drinks and since your friends were much wilder than you, you decided to get some water to sober up a little. At least one of you had to stay conscious this time and not black out. Waiting on your drink you tapped your fingers on the wood of the bar to the beat of the music playing in the background when you felt another person sliding in next to you.

Deciding to ignore it you took your water that was finally handed to you. You pulled some bills out of your pocket to pay but were stopped midway.

"Put it on my tab."

The deep voice left a shiver down your spine as you turned your head to look at the man next to you. The first thing you noticed was the curly blonde mop of hair on his head, wild and tamed at the same time with racing stripes shaves into the sides. You let your eyes wander to his face, over his sharp, scruffy jawline to his clear blue eyes. His lips wore an smirk that made you want to roll your eyes at him as the next sentence left his mouth.

"Are you Tennessee?"

He went back to smirking as you only raised your left eyebrow. He leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear, making sure you heard every word he said. This could either go really good or really bad.

"Because you're the only ten I see."

Now you did roll your eyes. And it seemed like he was enjoying that he was annoying you. You leaned back to get more distance between the two of you and looked into his eyes. They shone with mischief and you made it your mission to put him in his place.

"Did this line ever really work?"

He shook his head and looked down at the beer in his hand. You noticed his hands fidgeting around the bottle. Was he nervous?

"No. But I thought someone like you would be annoyed at a line like this. And I was right. You see, it's kind of like my job to get under people's skin and it seems to work outside of that too. I'm Matthew."

He held his hand out to you. And as much as he annoyed you, you were intrigued by him as a person. He seemed like someone you had to get to know. So you accepted his handshake and told him your name as well. Back was the smirk on his face and you knew another remark would follow.

"It fits. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous person."

Your head snapped down in an attempt to hide the blush that was spreading over your cheeks. Grumbling a 'shut up' while shoving his shoulder. That pick up line started out an amazing conversation and at the end of the night you and Matthew were like old friends. During the conversation you switched back to cocktails so it was no surprise that you were getting more affectionate. While Matt was telling a story about how he beat up his younger brother Brady when he was twelve you couldn't help yourself to reach your hand out and run your hands through his curls. It was incredibly soft and your sexual frustration made you wonder what it would feel like to tug on it while his head was between your legs. Matt seemed to notice you starting to press your legs together to relive the pressure between your legs. Back was the smirk of the beginning of the night as he rested his hand on the top of your thigh and leaned in again. Your noses were brushing and if one of you moved only one inch your lips would touch. It made you restless.

"You wanna get out of here? My apartment is just around the corner."

You nodded and he paid for the drinks and pulled you outside to get to his apartment. The rest of the night was spent kissing each and every inch of skin with hands roaming around each other. Your bodies were moving in synch and if wouldn't have felt so amazing you might have been worried about the fact that his body felt familiar to you already.

When you were done he fell into the pillows next to you, both of you panting heavily. Assuming this would probably be a one time thing you got up to clean yourself up in the bathroom before starting to get dressed. Matthew lifted his head and looked at you through half-closed eyes. As he noticed you were getting dressed he sat up and fidgeted with his hands again.

"So this might sound weird. But can we do this again? I had a really good time tonight and I feel like we could be really good friends."

Confused by his words you raised an eyebrow for one last time that night. His face now wore a smug smile as his thoughts seemed to have traveled further.

"And the sex is great. So it would be a win-win situation for us. I just can't do a relationship right now and it would be cool if we'd have a casual thing."

As you shimmied back into your jeans you let out a giggle. And then you noticed your blouse on the floor. Ripped. He really had ripped your favorite blouse. Your eyes searched through his bedroom to find something else to wear. And you were successful. Grabbing the Grey hoddie laying on the floor and pulling it over your head you turned back to Matt to give him a cheeky grin.

"Well since we're friends now you won't mind me taking this, do you? Give me your phone so I can put my number in there."

He handed you his phone and you saved in your number with a wink emoji next to it. You gave it back to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Until next time Matty."

And you were out of his apartment.

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The the next couple of month the hookups with Matthew became more and more regular. But you also became really good friends. You hung out at his apartment a lot and you could talk about anything and everything for hours. The flutter of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when you were with him were blatantly ignored. You couldn't afford to fall in love with him. He had been clear from the beginning that he wasn't looking for a relationship so you granted him his wish. That didn't mean that your heart didn't ache when his phone lit up with a text from another one of his hookups and he was quick to kick you out of his apartment. Not that you would ever tell him that though.

Even when you now were considered close friends it still surprised you when Matt invited you to a team party. They had clinched a playoff spot and were now celebrating it. At first you didn't want to go. You didn't know any of his teammates and in no way wanted to intrude on their celebration. But Matt had insisted.

"Come on, babe. I need you there. You're on of my closest friends. It wouldn't be the same without you."

Babe. That had been a nickname he began using for you. It didn't help the feelings blossoming in your chest. It made it even worse. And that's also what made you break in the end.

The amount of people in Mark Giordano's house was overwhelming. People were crowding around a beer pong table and you could see some space had been made in the dining room to have a dance floor. Matthew pulled you into the kitchen first. He knew you weren't that great with new people and really shy at first. So he would get you a drink to loosen up and make you more open. While your drink was strong he just grabbed himself a beer and pulled you further to the living room. He soon found Noah and Jonny who smirked as they saw him approach with you holding his hand. Noah saw this as an ultimate opportunity to tease Matt.

"Oh would you look at that! Chucky got himself a girl. About time!"

Your cheeks glowed with a blush while Matthew only laughed and made sure to disagree with him.

"Noah shut your mouth. This is my friend (Y/N). I told you about her."

You looked at Matthew with wide eyes. He had told his teammates about you? What else had he told them?

Noah and Jonny introduced themselves to you and before the conversation could start up again a brunette head full of locks pushed themselves between Matt, Noah, Jonny and yourself.

"Matthew you brought someone! We seriously need more girls here. To even out all this testosterone."

You blushed yet again. Why would they not stop assuming you were together. The girl grabbed your hand and gave you a bright smile.

"I'm Meredith, Jonny's fiancé. Come on. I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."

Before you could say anything else, Meredith had already pulled you away from Matthew. The rest of the night wasn't as bad as you would have thought. The girls were incredibly nice and with a couple more drinks in you were dancing with all the girls. It was a fun time.

Something you didn't notice though, was that Matt was keeping an eye on you the entire night. And it was so blatantly obvious to everyone else except for you two. Jonny nudged Noah when he noticed Matt looking after you yet again.

"Just a hook up my ass. Look at him."

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Sadly the season had ended sooner for the Flames than they would have liked. Being eliminated from the playoffs in the first round wasn't a great feeling and it was showing. The whole city felt like it was in a slump. You could only be thankful that Matt was back in St. Louis so he wouldn't have to witness it. Even if you missed his presence.

Back in St. Louis Matthew was also missing you. He had gotten so used to talkinh to you so often and spending time with you as much as he could that he swore that he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He constantly checked his phone to look if you had texted him and was looking through old photos of you. And again. It was incredibly obvious something had change.

Brady thought his brother was sick because he wasn't chirping him as much anymore. But then he heard Matt talking to you over the phone. He had never heard Matthew talk so soft with someone. Usually it always was snarky remarks and sometimes even straight up rudeness. But this was something else. Compliments, encouraging words and even the phrase 'I miss you'. There had to be something up with him. So he brought it up at breakfast the next morning.

Everyone else was already down at the kitchen table. Brady and Taryn were eating breakfast while Keith was reading the daily newspaper and Chantal making herself breakfast when Matthew came down. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which he did. What his family didn't know tho was that he had been on the phone with you for hours, even falling asleep on facetime at about 3 am. Matt rubbed his eyes as he pulled a bowl out of a cabinet and made himself some cereal. And Brady, on brand with he was, saw the perfect opportunity to embarrass his big brother.

"Matt, who were you talking to last night?"

Matt's head shot up so fast it was almost impossible. The kitchen went silent as four pairs of eyes were now on Matthew's face. He felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. Chantal narrowed her eyes at her son's blushing cheeks. He never blushed. Not even when he was young and had his first crush on a girl. Never. So this was news to the whole family.

"Uhm-"

Matt brought his hand up to scratch the back of his newly cut hair. You had scolded him last night that he better get back to clagary with curls or else. You were about as intimidating as a playful puppy, but he would never tell you that.

"I talked to a friend. She's back in Calgary and going through a tough time with college right now. "

Now Taryn's eyes were the ones narrowing. Damn those Tkachuk girls and their true suspicions.

"A female friend? Is that even possible for you?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. Of course his sister would eventually chirp her brother. He should be used to it by now. No family member is safe from chirping. Maybe their mom. But otherwise no one.

"Yes a female friend. We only hooked up a couple of times. She's just a friend that I have fun with from time to time."

The whole family except for Matthew let out a groan. No one wanted to know what or who he was doing in his free time. But Brady was still not convinced with that answer. There had to be something else.

"I don't belive you. You would not be this soft for someone who is just a hook up or a friend. There's no way."

Matthew tilted his head at the statement of his brother as if he wanted to challenge Brady.

"Well she is. Don't put your nose in my business."

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The emotion in the locker room were going wild. Defeating the leafs was one thing but defeating them at home with a shutout was something else. Matt had scored a goal so it was understandable he was over the moon. As they started to get out of their gear Matt looked at his phone. Just as he had expected it showed a text you sent immediately after the game. A smile lit up his face.

'Congratulations Superstar. You played a good game today, that goal was incredible. I'm so proud of you. Btw thanks for letting me stay at yours. I would have never been able to concentrate with my roommates at home.'

Gio, who had been aware of the situation with you both, noticed him looking down at his phone. It was as if Matt had heart eyes. And he had been observing the pining for too long. He had to say something.

"(Y/N) texted you?"

Matt looked up from his phone and at his captain. He nodded with the smile still on his face.

"Yeah. She congratulated us on the win and thanked me that she could stay at my apartment."

Now it was Gio's turn to look confused.

"Wait -. She's staying at your apartment? Why?"

Matthew shrugs as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah. Her roommates are always incredibly loud so when exams are coming up I let her stay at my apartment. She can concentrate better then."

Gio shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. And he's had enough. It was about time Matthew realized what was on front of him.

"Are you sure she's just a hookup? Well friend with benefits or whatever."

Matt nodded, completely sure of his answer.

There's was no way you were more than a friend, was there?

"Well it seems different to me. You spend like all your free time together. You bring her to teamparties and then watch her so nothing happens to her. When we're on the road you're constantly texting and she's staying at your apartment while you're not there because she's studying. Sounds a lot like a committed relationship to me. Figure it out. Before one of you gets hurt."

It was like an enlightenment for Matt. He realized that every little thing had first been done because of the connection you both had. That connection had later been turned into love. He had fallen in love with you without even knowing it. But he was sure that you felt the same.

He couldn't wait to get home to you. The whole flight back to Calgary he had been antsy and was fidgeting with his hands. Something he knowhe had done since he met you. You made him nervous.

He opened his apartment door to find you sitting at the kitchen table with your laptop and books scattered all over it. You were still studying. With long strides he walked up to you, something you haven't seen him do before.

"Matty what -"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as you clutched onto his wrists. Still overwhelmed with that kiss you couldn't bring a word out. Matthew could.

"I am completely, utterly, stupidly in love with you. And I know you feel the same. I'm so sorry that I'm such an idiot and didn't notice before."

With a small smile you moved your hand from his wrist to his cheek as you pulled him to you to kiss him yet again.

"You're right. I am absolutely in love with you too, Matthew Tkachuk."

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You were back in the bar you first met Matt. It brought back good memories and you couldn't wait to make more. Different to that, you were now out with the Flames and the other WAGS to celebrate an important home win. You and Matt were sitting in a booth with Jonny and Meredith as you and her were talking about the wedding preparations she had made. Matthew was talking with Jonny about something completely different but the slight glances and his hand on your thigh made you aware of his constant presence and his protective nature over you. Not that you were complaining.

After you had talked about the wedding bouquets her and Jonny had chosen, you turned to Matt.

"Babe, I'm gonna get myself something to drink. You want something?"

He shook his head and pecked your lips.

"No baby, I'm good. You go ahead."

You made your way to the bar and ordered something to drink as you felt someone tapping your shoulder. Assuming it was one of the WAGS you turned around with a smile that quickly fell when you saw the stranger before you.

One thing you could describe him as was sleazy. He had gelled back hair and his smirk was probably supposed to ooze confidence. For you it just made your hair stand up. And not in a good way.

"Hey. You alone here? I can show you a good time."

He moved closer as you pressed yourself against the bar and were looking around for your boyfriend.

"Actually-"

You didn't have a chance to finish your sentence as you heard the voice of your boyfriend freeing you from this suffocating and uncomfortable situation.

"Hey! That's my fucking girlfriend, you dipshit!"

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rosaliepostsstuff · 3 years

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Chasing birds | T. W.

Talbott Winger x reader

not adding a taglist cause it's the first hphm fic I've posted so I'm not sure if you're into it

Summary: The reader realises Talbott is spending the holidays at Hogwarts and decides to stay behind too, to keep him company

Reader's house not specified!

Word count: 2195

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of parent death, mentions of difficult family relationships

a/n: it's assumed the reader has helped him with the necklace, is an animagus (the form isn’t mentioned) and had the first date, valentines day and festival date with him. I also assumed the festival took place at the very beginning of year 5 while it was still summer and it's now the following winter.

Also, I pretended Bea didn’t get sucked into the portrait because I didn’t want Penny all sad.

It was safe to say that most of Hogwarts students were looking forward to the winter break. Some because of the Holidays, some purely because of the time off.

Some were counting down the days since the very beginning of the term, some since November 1st, some from the moment the castle grounds had been graced with the first snow of the season.

Winter had its own charm to it. The castle got its share of sunlight during the warmer months, towards the end of the school year, as the summer was approaching, and at the very beginning of it as the summer was slowly fading away. But once the grounds were covered in snow, the grand castle seemed even brighter – the winter sunlight and sky is different but all that light, reflecting off the snow and amplifying, seeped through the windows.

You were already filled with anticipation, more and more with each day that separated you from Christmas break.

You were currently counting down the minutes till the charms class ended, your last class that Friday – minutes to your last weekend before Christmas. You divided your attention between encouraging the blond Gryffindor in lifting his feather and the watch on your hand ticking away.

“Alright then, dear students, that’s all for today! Some of you I will not be seeing until the next term so I’d like to wish you all Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and may you all have a nice rest before the new term starts! Class dismissed.” Said Flitwick cheerfully as a chorus of thanks and all kinds of wishes followed, before the students began to pour out of the classroom.

“Gee, you’d think there was a fire…” you heard Jae say groggily from behind you as he was getting up from his nap and stretched lazily. You looked at the crowd trying to squeeze through the door and chuckled, agreeing with him.

When the crowd thinned a bit, you saw someone you immediately recognised walk into the classroom. You smiled to yourself at the sight and involuntarily paused your actions to look at the tall boy in his Ravenclaw robes try to push through the students with a bit of a grimace on his face. You could almost hear his thoughts in your head.

“You coming, Y/N?” said Rowan from beside you.

At the sound of your name Talbott looked up in your direction and you briefly met his eyes. He smiled as soon as he saw you and you smiled back at him, waving your hand lightly. He raised his hand in response for just half a second before turning his attention to Flitwick.

“Coming,” you said quietly, turning to Rowan who now was standing with arms crossed on her chest and suppressing a grin.

“Ohh shut up..” you said jokingly flinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I did not say a thing..!” she countered, giggling.

On your way out, you managed to hear a bit of Talbott’s conversation with Flitwick.

“He’s staying at school for holidays..?” Rowan mentioned, looking over her shoulder after you left the classroom.

“Yeah…” you went quiet for a bit, thinking.

You had to admit, you hadn’t thought about it before, but it was quite logical. When you first learned about Talbott’s parents, you never pressed the topic further and you didn’t know whether he had any other family, someone to spend the holidays with. And during all those times you spent Christmas at Hogwarts, was he at the castle too? Hiding away somewhere, alone?

“You know, I gotta do something real quick. Meet you in the dorm later?” you said to your friend, already quickening your pace, finger-gunning in her direction.

“Sure, yeah,” she answered, a bit puzzled, yet entirely used to it.

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“Oh I am so excited, I can’t wait! You see, each year Bea and I, we have a gingerbread house making contest. Neither one of us is very good at it, but it’s so much fun. Mum always has both of them on display…”

You listed to Penny ramble in excitement about Christmas over dinner and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Oooh, Talbott! Talbott, come on over here!” she called over your head all of a sudden, waving energetically at the boy who just looked as if he got caught, but walked over to your table anyway, then sat down opposite you with a quiet greeting.

“What about you, Y/N? Are you going home for the holidays this year?” Penny asked curiously.

Your heart rate picked up a bit, before you answered, “No, I’m staying here,” you glanced at Talbott and met his eyes before he looked back down onto his plate.

“Oh, ok,” said Penny, before changing the topic.

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The case with Talbott wasn’t so easy. Your crush on him started with you being simply intrigued. You met him in your third year and there was just something about him that wouldn’t allow you to just let him be, no matter how tall he put up his walls. You felt the need to make him feel comfortable around you and you wanted to get to know him better. That’s how you became friends.

But when you did get to know him, that’s when you were truly lost. His wit, sarcastic sense of humour. His calmness and collectiveness. And him opening up to you felt more rewarding than anything else.

There were so many moments between you, the dates you went on, where you wanted to just take a dive and go all in, and each time you were closer to doing so. But in the end, you were scared of scaring him away, even if he showed time and time that he felt the same way. He even announced out loud that you were his date at the festival!

Still, each time you got back to the starting point, stuck somewhere between friends and lovers.

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You woke up a bit giddy and slightly nervous. Last afternoon all the students not staying at school for the holidays left. You got freshened up and dressed, then headed to the great hall for breakfast.

When you walked through the great entrance you scanned the four, almost empty tables. And there he was indeed, at the very end of the Ravenclaw table, as usual.

“Talbott!” you greeted, sliding into the seat next to him.

He hadn’t noticed you approaching and got a bit startled, “Y/N, Merlin…” he said, putting down his toast and placing a hand over his chest, “what are you doing here?”

“Tsk, already so accusatory. I came here to have breakfast with you and spend some quality time together!” You said in an exaggerated tone.

You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a smile creeping up onto his face and he looked around the whole room.

He scanned the tables to see if any other friends of yours stayed over the holidays or if maybe there were none, leaving you with no other choice but to sit with him. Upon noticing Chiara and Jae a bit further away he turned back around lifted one eyebrow, acknowledging, and took a sip of his coffee.

Suddenly, you became painfully aware that the last time you properly spend time together, with just the two of you, was during the outdoor festival. And there you were, sitting side by side, doing something so casual and everyday as having breakfast.

It was also uncommon for you to see Talbott out of his school robes. He had this magical talent of looking good in just about anything. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a plain turtleneck, his hair, as always, smart and neat and just the right amount of messy.

“Aren’t you eating?” he called you out with a bit of a smirk, not gracing you with a glance, and got back to his own food.

With a guilty blush and no confidence to strike up a further conversation, you focused on your breakfast.

“So how are you doing lately?” he asked after a few minutes, having finished eating, and sipped on the rest of his coffee slowly.

“Uh, alright. Considering everything,” you answered and he nodded slowly. “You?”

He shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression, “As per usual. So what made you stay at school this year? Your mum away..?” he inquired.

“Eeh… irrelevant,” you tried to dismiss the question.

“Ooh-kaay…” Talbott replied.

“Do you have any plans?” you asked quickly.

“Uhh… I was going to just read for a bit..?”

“Great! And in general, for the holidays?” you questioned further.

“Y/N, where are you going with this?” he asked, puzzled.

You mustered up all your courage for the moment you’ve been waiting for since you told your head of the house you’d be staying in the castle for the holidays.

“I thought we could spend Christmas together,” you started, taking Talbott by surprise.

“Y/N, do I look like a Christmas person to you?” he asked after a second.

You looked him up and down, “Very much so.”

He sighed deeply and leaned his elbows on the table, hiding his face in his hands. You knew he was debating it and you almost had him on board.

“Aww, come on, Tal! It’ll be fun!” You shook him by the shoulders, making him groan.

“I swear, you’ll be the death of me,” he said and you tried to tame the grin on your face and the butterflies in your stomach.

After finishing your food you rushed to your dorm to owl Rowan as quickly as possible.

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“Do you like snow?” you questioned after you went outside into the grounds.

Talbott chuckled, “Who do you take me for? I’m not that much of a bore, am I?” he teased you.

“No, I just…” you mumbled.

“Although it does get in the way when you try to fly during a snowfall…” he cut you off, walking a bit further, and crouched down, facing away from you.

It took you a second to realize what he was doing. You looked around, trying to find cover and ducked, but it was too late, you got hit with a snowball.

If you weren’t so focused on getting revenge, which turned into a full snow fight, maybe you’d take some time to admire him. The way little snowflakes rested on his hair, how his eyes looked when he focused or how bright he was smiling.

“Alright, alright, I surrender!” Talbott put his hands up and you felt relief, as you were starting to get tired, but you didn’t have it in you to give in first.

“Don’t mess with the curse-breaker, Winger,” you said in playful smugness, walking out from behind your cover and up to him.

“Yeah, yeah…” he started, “go inside or you’ll freeze, you’re covered in snow” he brushed some of it off your shoulder, and you were glad you had already been blushing from the cold.

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“On the Christmas morning Jacob and I used to wake up to a pile of presents at the foot the bed each,” you started, “I always loved Christmas. But after he disappeared things at home changed. I know mum is trying, but it’s difficult sometimes, especially during the holidays…” You reminisced, looking down at your hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate.

“My mum really liked Christmas,” Talbott said, “She’d always get so into it, with the decorations, she used to make them herself, too… and she’d sing to me. I don’t think my dad was as much into it, but he tried to keep up for her,” he smiled a little wider to himself. “It was really nice,” he confided.

Your heart ached for the boy next to you. After he had to go through so much, you deeply wished to make it your mission, to bring as much happiness to his life as you could, even if to brighten it up just a little.

“So you don’t hate Christmas after all, huh..?” you said quietly.

He answered after a moment, “No, not Christmas itself.”

“I was hoping I could make it a little bit better. Maybe show you that it can still be nice,” you confessed.

He looked up at you, “That’s… Y/N, I don’t know what to say,” he trailed off.

Unsure of where to go from there either, you took one of his hands in yours.

“Y/N,” he softly prompted you to look up at him.

His face was close to yours and he glanced between your eyes and your lips, silently asking for permission. You inched a bit closer and he closed the distance, cupping your cheek with his hand.

Unsure at first, he relaxed after a second and you melted into him. His lips were really soft and warm an you placed your hands on his shoulders. You could smell his perfume mixed with his natural smell, the smell you adored, and which brought you comfort. Talbott kissed you tenderly and you felt absolutely ecstatic, sure that if he weren’t holding onto you, you’d collapse.

He pulled away only slightly and rested his forehead on yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Talbott.”

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henrycavillobsessed · 4 years

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A Very Happy Birthday

Henry x reader

Summary: it's your birthday and Henry pulls out all the stops, with a very special surprise at the end.

Words: 1634

CW: one f-word, mentioning of nudity, talk alluding to sex, but it's mainly just absolute fluff.

Notes: this fic was inspired by the fact that it's my birthday tomorrow (September 27th) and what better way to spend it than with Henry? 😅 I hope you all enjoy!

On the morning of your birthday, you were awoken by a bear leaping onto your chest.

“What the fuck… Kal!” you laughed. The akita continued his assault by licking you all over your face, and then he flopped onto his back, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he gave you a lopsided grin. You were giving Kal a tummy rub when Henry walked in to the bedroom. He laughed when he saw you both on the bed.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, leaning against the door frame, “and happy birthday!”

You beamed up at him, admiring the fact that Henry looked so good despite the early hour of the morning. His dressing gown was open slightly at the neck, and his dark curls were slightly damp, giving away that he’d just had a shower after working out. He looked downright yummy.

“Thank you!” you replied. “are you coming back to bed?”

Henry replied by removing his dressing gown, confirming your suspicion that he was naked underneath. You scrambled back to make room for him in the bed. Kal sat up and looked at Henry with an expression that quite clearly stated that he was going nowhere.

“It’s okay boy, you can join the cuddle too,” Henry said, scratching Kal behind the ears.

As you lay there, with your head on Henry’s chest, encircled in his strong arms, and Kal the dog curled up behind you, you felt so content. You were just dozing off again when Henry gently released you and made to get up. You pouted, and he laughed.

“Come on princess, we can’t spend all day in bed!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s your birthday, and I have plans for you,” Henry said with a wink, before swooping down and picking you up with complete ease. He set you down and handed you your robe.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen,” he said, kissing you before leaving the room, Kal following behind.

After a quick shower and freshen up, you entered the kitchen, your face breaking into a huge smile as you took in the scene in front of you. Henry was stood at the breakfast bar, with Kal sat at his feet. Behind him was a collection of multi-coloured balloons, surrounding two bigger balloons shaped into the number of your new age. On the counter was a small pile of parcels wrapped in shiny silver paper. All your favourite breakfast foods were laid out beautifully before you as you took a seat at the bar. You reached for the coffee, as Henry sat down next to you; Kal wandered off to his bed near the window.

“This is all so lush, Henry, thank you!” You kissed him, and felt the smile against his lips.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

After demolishing your birthday breakfast, you opened the gifts that were on the counter. Henry’s gifts, as ever, were both thoughtful and entertaining. He laughed as you kissed him after opening each one, forever saying thank you.

“You don’t have to thank me, princess, today is your day. Consider me your faithful servant, here for your every need!” Henry bowed comically.

“Hmm, anything?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Anything,” Henry confirmed. “Although save your thoughts for the bedroom later. It’s time to go out!”

You pouted again, but only half-heartedly, before jumping down from the breakfast bar to go and get dressed.

As birthday days out went, this one was just perfect. You both went into the city, him dressed in his casual jeans, his favourite t-shirt and a baseball cap, you in skinny jeans, knee-high boots and a simple black t-shirt underneath a long cardigan. Autumn was in the air, and leaves fell in a range of colours as you strolled through the park. You then spent the day shopping for new clothes, enjoying a lovely lunch in a little café, and then wandered around your favourite museum, holding hands and just enjoying listening to Henry’s voice as he told you stories and gave you his opinions in the art gallery. The smile didn’t leave your face all day. As you waited for a cab to take you home, Henry surprised you with a romantic kiss, dipping you low towards the pavement, earning applause and whistles from the crowds walking around you. Henry laughed at your blush; he loved doing that to you in public.

As you entered your home, Henry told you to go sit down as he made you both a cup of tea. You agreed, feeling a little wiped out from your busy day. You both then spent the next hour watching Netflix, cwtching on the sofa, joined, of course, by Kal. Again, just as you felt yourself drifting off, you felt Henry move.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “It’s time to get ready for dinner.”

You look up at him.

“You mean there’s more to today?” you asked.

“Yes of course!” Henry smiled. “Go on, get ready. No need to rush, there’s plenty of time.”

“What shall I wear?”

“I want you to go all out. I’ve booked a table at your favourite restaurant, that should give you an idea,” Henry said.

You jumped up from the sofa, leapt into his arms and planted a kiss on his cheek. Your tiredness was replaced from excitement, and you ran off towards your closet.

You stared at the rails of clothes in front of you, trying to find something both pretty but comfortable enough to wear all evening and eat in. You finally found it- a beautiful evening gown, the colour of sapphires. You spent some time taming your hair into an elegant up-do, and doing your make-up, and then you were ready. You smiled at your reflection, feeling glamorous.

As you descended the stairs, your steps faltered a little as you took in Henry waiting for you down in the hall. He was dressed to seriously impress, in one of his most handsome tuxedos in dark blue. His hair was styled, and he’d shaved. Times like this you had to pinch yourself on how lucky you were to be with such a beautiful man. It pleased you to see that you were having the same effect on him.

“Y/N,” Henry walked forward to take your hand, sweetly kissing it. “You look absolutely breath-taking,”

“Thank you Mr Cavill, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm,” Henry smiled. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You nodded, and Henry led the way to the town car waiting on the curb outside.

As you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a wall of noise.

“SURPRISE!”

Henry laughed joyfully at the look on your face. Inside was full of friends and family; Henry had rented out the whole place for the evening. You hugged Henry hard, and then bounded off to greet everyone.

What followed was one of the best meals of your life. The food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. As the night went on, the conversation and the party got rowdier. Being surrounded by all of your favourite people made what already was the best day even better. You didn’t think you could love Henry any more; he’d really covered all the bases.

As you were talking to one of your girl friends, Henry joined you.

“Could I borrow Y/N for a minute?” he asked you friend.

She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,”

Henry turned to you.

“Take a walk with me?” he said, offering you his arm. You took it, smiling warmly, and Henry led you both out to the restaurant’s secret back garden.

The garden was one of the main reasons why this place was one of your favourites. It reminded you a fairy garden; there was a pond with lilies floating on the surface, and beautifully cut hedges surrounded it with marble benches spread out along them. Henry sat you down on one of the benches, but instead of sitting down, he got down on one knee in front of you instead. You gasped, one hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Y/N,” Henry began. “You are the other half of me. I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much as I do you. You complete me in every sense of the word, and I can’t think of my life without you in it now. Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

He then produced a box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Inside was the most stunning ring you had ever seen; silver, with diamonds along the band and a sapphire set in the center.

Tears were streaming down your face. It took you a minute to gather yourself and reply.

“Yes, Henry, yes I’ll marry you!”

The smile that graced Henry’s face was just breath taking. He took you in a consuming kiss, and lifted you up and spun you around, both of you laughing loudly, happily.

As you both walked back into the restaurant, now as an engaged couple, you were again met by a cacophony of noise; cheers and applause surrounded you as your nearest and dearest congratulated you. Somebody popped open a bottle of champagne, and the night passed by in a whirl of bubbly, laughter and contentment.

Later, as you and Henry were lying in bed in each other’s arms, he gently placed a kiss on your temple.

“Have you had a happy birthday my love?” he whispered.

“Yes Henry,” you replied, cuddling in closer to him. “I have a had a very happy birthday.”

“Hmm,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes closing sleepily.

As you finally started to fall asleep too, you thought to yourself that you’d never had a happier birthday. You drifted off, still smiling.

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houseof-harry · 4 years

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Heyy if you’re still taking requests can you do one with grayson based off of the prom episode from friends? It’s basically like gray getting ready to be her surprise date to prom because he thought her date bailed but at the last minute he showed up and she left w him. she never knew and only finally found out through watching the old home videos together & they finally get together. sorryyy this was so long if u want u can watch a clip of that eps on youtube. thank you and love your writings!!

I changed this up a tiny bit but I hope you enjoy!

A week before prom your boyfriend found it appropriate to break up with you because he wanted someone else. You had coordinated your dress with his tux, you were supposed to go with his friends, spend the night at their after prom. You had no idea what to do.

Ethan, one of your good friends, had an amazing idea. You see, Grayson had been pining over you since you were all kids. You had grown up with them because your parents were friends. You ran in different crowds at school, though. So Grayson never really felt like he had the opportunity to ask you out, too scared you wouldn’t want to date him because you and your friends really only dated the guys you were friends with (messy, but not surprising).

This was his chance, though. You had told Ethan it would be humiliating to show up alone. Especially when your ex had told you he was bringing the other girl he was into.

However, Ethan is shit at planning, and forgot to tell Grayson of this idea until the morning of prom. They were hopeful, though. Grayson even managed to go out and get a new tie to match the color of your dress. Ethan had convinced you to come to their pre prom, and that you could hang out with them and that their friends were super cool with it.

So that’s what you did. And when you got there, everyone was so nice which you were grateful for because both Ethan and Grayson were out of sight, leaving you to manage yourself around their friends group. You had even found one of their friends who had also recently been dumped and was there alone. It was nice to talk to someone who was in a similar situation to you, and you both decided that you could be each other’s dates because fuck men. You didn’t need them, right?

“E! Guess what!” You call when you finally see both of the twins exiting the house, Ethan with a camera in order to catch what he thought would be the beginning of the rest of Grayson’s life. They were both convinced you were soulmates.

“What?” He asks, the smile evident in his voice even though you couldn’t see it due to the camera blocking his face.

“Kayla and I are going together now! We decided we don’t need men to enjoy our last prom ever, if anything they’d probably ruin the fun.” You both giggle, not noticing the twins immediately stopping.

It was nice to see you smiling and laughing even though it was only this morning you were still crying about your ex. Grayson didn’t want to ruin that, he couldn’t. Your happiness was more important than anything.

Ethan turned the camera off, his shoulders slumping. He grabbed Grayson by the back of his neck, patting him. “One day.”

***

4 years later

You were roaming around your backyard, friends and family surrounding you as you celebrated your graduation from college. You were talking with your aunt when you noticed the twins walk past your gate, approaching the table with the food immediately. You excused yourself from your conversation, walking over to them.

“Look what the fucking cat dragged in,” you tease, the smile on your face making the words even lighter.

You weren’t sure they were even gonna come when you sent them the invite via facebook. They’d become YouTube stars, moved to LA after high school, and seemed to never look back. You saw them no more than twice a year when you both happened to be back in your hometown, and it would be at family dinners so everything remained pretty tame.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything, y/n. This is big, we’re proud,” Ethan responds, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. He swayed you side to side, the happiness of being together again overwhelming the both of you. It was easy to forget how much you missed them until you got to hang out with them again.

When you pulled away, Grayson was right there, the smile on his face so familiar it made you shiver. There were a lot of things that reminded you of home, but that smile always brought about the upmost comfort.

The thing is, you had liked Grayson for just as long as he liked you. But you knew he was way too cool to pursue, and that only heightened once he went to LA. They didn’t tell you much about their dating lives when you would text and call, but you knew they weren’t virgins by any means. You just didn’t want to know what types of girls he was going after out there, because they would probably make you pale in comparison.

The feeling of his hug pulls you from your thoughts. All of a sudden you were consumed by all things Grayson and everything felt right. The anxiety you felt about this day left you, and you were finally able to just relax. No worries about post grad situations, jobs, grad school, none of it. You just stood there and soaked it in until you knew you had been hanging onto him too long before pulling back. He only let you back away a little, though, his hands finding their place on your elbows. You let him keep you close, your gaze stuck on his.

“Hey,” he breathes out, almost like he couldn’t believe you were truly in front of him, even after all those years.

Ethan had long since become entranced in the buffet again, leaving you and Grayson to chat. “Hi.”

“How are you, how is everything? I mean you graduated so you have to be doing alright. I’m so proud, by the way, this is a really big deal. I got you something,” he rambles, reaching into his back pocket.

“Gray, I don’t need anything from you guys, you didn’t have to.” Your cheeks heat up as he pulls out an envelope, handling it to you.

“It’s time sensitive, so you gotta open it before like 8 tonight,” he chuckles, your hands bringing the envelope to your chest.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure it’s the first one I open.”

The two of you stand there smiling at each other for a moment, appreciating that you’re really back together. Grayson felt like he did all of his childhood; happy, excited, and nervous. Really nervous. He didn’t want to be the first one to speak again because he knew he wouldn’t be able to shut up again.

Before you could decide to say anything either, someone is calling your name. You turn your head to see some of your other family had just arrived. You turn back to Grayson, a sheepish smile on your lips.

“Sorry I gotta-”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Go soak up all the congratulations, you’ve earned it all.” He pats your shoulders before going to find Ethan.

The rest of the day goes as planned, everyone coming and going to say their congrats. You didn’t get to spend any more time with the twins, but they found themselves catching up with some other high school friends who had been able to come.

That night, you took a shower but reminded yourself of what Grayson told you earlier. When you got out, it was 7:30. You quickly got dressed in casual clothes, going downstairs to open the card from them.

Hey y/n,

Congrats! We’re both so proud of everything you’ve accomplished these past four years and are so excited to see where you go in the next four and beyond. We decided instead of a conventional gift, we wanted to do something a bit more personal. Come to ours at 8:30.

Love,

Grayson and Ethan,

p.s. don’t call or text asking for hints, we refuse to break

You giggle at the note at the end. You felt butterflies immediately erupt in your stomach, recognizing the handwriting as Grayson’s. You had no idea what they had in store for you, but you couldn’t wait.

By the time 8:30 rolled around, you were itching to know what was up. You were pulling down their long driveway, trying to collect yourself so you wouldn’t seem too on edge. Grayson was always really good at reading you, so you knew your efforts were fruitless but you wanted to try anyways.

Once you parked and texted them that you were there, you got out and walked to the door. Before you had even reached the welcome mat, the door swung open and Grayson with his signature smile stood there, the excitement evident in his eyes.

“Hey y/n.”

“Hey.” You have a grin to match his, his happiness fueling yours. It was impossible to be sad when he was so happy.

“Let me show you your present.” He holds his hand out to you, and you graciously accept despite the fact he will definitely be able to tell your palms were a bit clammy. You hoped he’d brush it off as the summer heat, but you both new the nerves were eating away at you slowly.

He leads you out to their backyard, where there were three chairs set up in front of what looked like a huge movie screen.

“Gray, what’s-”

“We put together a video for you. Or us, I guess. It’s just all our old stupid videos we made from growing up edited together into the story of Grayson, Ethan, and y/n.”

You stopped walking, tears immediately pricking the corners of your eyes. No one had gotten you such a personal gift. I mean, of course you appreciated all the money especially as a college grad, but this was something that would be able to last forever.

Ethan walked out past you, a big bowl of popcorn in his hands. “Ready?” He asks casually, but the grin of his face says he has other intentions. He seems more excited for this than you and Grayson.

“Yeah,” you croak out, still emotional but now excited to see what they had whipped up. You all sit in your seats, excitement radiating from them and all different emotions coming from you. This definitely wasn’t what you were expecting.

Once they start the video, you’re quickly enthralled in remembering your past, the memories from growing up with them flooding in with every new video they included. All the way from your first time trick or treating together, to the skits you would put together when your families would have dinner parties, to the days on the beach when you went away for the weekend with them. It made you feel light inside, like there was nothing to worry about again.

All of a sudden there’s a clip the starts with Grayson’s feet in his dress shoes, and it soon pans out to capture his entire outfit. The outfit he wore to your senior prom.

“Excited?” Ethan asks from behind the camera as Grayson adjusts his tie and smooths his suit.

“Terrified,” he mumbles back, his hands visibly shaking.

“Dude, she just got dumped and you get to be the hero who swoops in, saves prom, and promises to love her forever,” Ethan jokes, but there’s not even a hint of a smile from Grayson.

“I can’t come off that strong, she has no idea I love her. I just gotta act as normal as possible.” The nerves are clear in his voice as he continues to speak, checking his hair in the mirror.

“Dude, I saw her walk down the driveway like ten minutes ago, we gotta go. Got the flower thing?” Ethan asks.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Grayson says, walking out of the house in front of Ethan and the camera.

“E! Guess what?” The camera moves to show you and Kayla, smiling and giggling together.

“What?” His voice booms from right behind the microphone.

“Kayla and I are going together now! We decided we don’t need men to enjoy our last prom ever, if anything they’d probably ruin the fun.” The camera catches the two of you laughing together, almost totally ignoring the boys.

The next clip begins, but you have long stopped paying attention. Grayson loved you in high school? He was going to ask you to prom because of your shit ex trying to ruin it for you? And he never told you this whole time?

The last few videos finish and the screen goes black.

“So?” Ethan asks as soon as it’s over, his head turning to you. You sat there, mouth open, eyes on the blank screen unable to speak. “That bad, huh?”

“Huh?’ You snap out of it, looking at him. “No, it was good. Really good. Thank you, guys. This really meant a lot. It was nice to remember all the fun we had here growing up.” Your words and smile are genuine, but Grayson can tell there’s something else going on.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Nothing, just got me emotional I think,” you mumble, looking at your lap in hopes of avoiding them asking any further questions.

“Why not just all good ones?”

Oh because you loved me and I loved you and we didn’t tell each other and now we live such different lives in such different worlds and no guy has ever compared to you but if it was impossible in high school, it’s definitely impossible now, you think to yourself.

“Just miss being that carefree sometimes, I guess,” you shrug, deciding lying is most definitely the safer bet.

“Alright, she’s not gonna tell us the truth, so let’s at least go inside to avoid the mosquitos,” Ethan quips, standing and grabbing the popcorn bowl. You go to follow him, but Grayson grabs your arm. You look down at him and can see the concern in his eyes. You sit again while Ethan leaves you two out there alone.

“What is it actually?” He asks, his gaze heavy as it holds yours captive, wanting to genuinely hear and see what you have to say.

“You were gonna ask me to prom?” You whisper, like it’s some big secret. It also feels stupid asking him that seeing as prom is just not important anymore, but this was just easier to ask than the real question you wanted an answer to.

“Of course. Your ex was an ass for what he did, would never let you go alone after that. You knew I never liked him in the first place. But, you and Kayla had a really good time together, so it all worked out in the end,” his words are meaningful, but his smile isn’t meeting his eyes. It’s clear he’s holding back.

“But you were gonna ask me because you loved me?” You raise your brow.

He coughs, turning his head to the side to avoid the eye contact he had initiated. “Uh, yeah.”

“Like really loved me or just thought I was cute because we were in high school?”

“Definitely really loved you.” He nods, rubbing his bicep. He was nervous again, unsure of how to go about this. He thought you’d think it was funny that he loved you, not question him. He’s scared you’ll ask how he feels now, and he doesn’t want to say anything that will scare you off.

“Huh,” you huff, leaning back in your chair. “I loved you, too.” His eyes widen at this. He whips his head to look at you, shock written all over his face. He expected a lot of things to come from your mouth, but not that. Definitely not that.

“You fucking what?” Is the only response he can think go saying. He went through years of loving you from afar only to find out now he could have been doing it upfront this whole time.

You laugh, turning to look at him again. “Thought it was obvious. That’s why I never did anything, thought you knew and didn’t feel the same way.”

Grayson literally sputters, at a complete loss for words. “Is this a joke?”

“Why would I be joking?” You ask genuinely. Your brows pulled together in confusion, not understanding what was so shocking about it all.

“Because it has to be a joke that I could have been loving you all these years to your face instead of hiding it but I didn't have to.” He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he holds his face in frustration.

You sit in silence for a moment, his words sinking in. You couldn’t tell what he meant by that, was he still in love with you?

“It’s okay Gray. We were young and stuff.” You shrug, hoping to make him feel better. I mean obviously you still were hopelessly in love with him, but he didn’t have to know it.

He laughs almost cynically, turning to look at you. “You don’t see it, do you?” He seems almost defeated while he speaks.

“See what?”

“I’m still in love with you. Like if we had a prom right now and you got ditched again I’d go rent a whole tux and take you. I’d literally do anything for you, and would have done anything the past two decades we’ve known each other. I love you so much, everything about you. When we moved away and you went to college, it took me literally like three months to start enjoying life again without telling you about everything because you deserved the space to grow. I couldn’t be selfish and take away your college experience from you just because I loved you. But seeing you today has just, I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m saying,” he sighs, catching his breath. He’s rambled in front of you from nerves many times, but this was a whole other level. Fear slowly started to sink into every bone of his body as he realized what he had admitted to you.

You sat there in complete shock, not expecting him to have said any of that. Yet, he had put it perfectly. You had always kept your feelings to yourself so as to never hold him back. Also to avoid complete rejection from the most important person in your life, but also because he deserved to live without the burden of your love.

“Gray, hey, look at me,” you mumble, reaching out to put your arm on his forearm. He lifts his head, his eyes timidly meeting yours but his muscles relaxing as soon as he felt your skin on his.

“We can act like I didn’t say all of that stuff if it’ll mean we get to keep being friends.” The anxiety drips from every single word that comes from his mouth.

“Why would we do that?” You stand, walking over to stand i front of him. His gaze follows you while he leans back in his chair. You grab both his hands and encourage him to stand with you. When he does, your bodies are close, the heat radiating off one another.

“Because I’d rather be friends with you and act like I don’t love you than not be in your life at all.” His voice was so vulnerable and you don’t think you've ever heard him so shy in his life. He usually oozed confidence, never faltering. Now, all he seemed to be doing is question every word he’s saying.

“But what if we could be more than friends?” You ask, biting your lip and looking at him.

His face reflects his surprise as he sucks in a quick breath. Before he has the chance to ramble again, you lean in to leave a light kiss against his lips. It’s quick and Grayson almost wonders if he’s dreaming. It’s the moment he’s thought about since he was 10, and it was over before he could truly enjoy it.

He scans your face, making sure he doesn’t see any regret forming before he grabs your hips and pulls you in for a real kiss. His lips are slow and sensual on yours, cherishing every moment you let him continue to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you.

All of a sudden you hear someone screaming from the window above you guys. You both pull away, looking up to see Ethan beaming down at you both. “And to think it only took me, like, 15 years to get this to happen!”

You all laugh, soaking up the relief and happiness of the moment. Although it took so long, you’re sure you and Grayson will appreciate every moment together going forward.

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pgkwriter · 3 years

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Just an excerpt from Chapter 18 “The American Dream” of Home because I’m thinking back to these happy cute times with Kerry, Susan, Elizabeth, Abby, and Sandy while I finish edits on Chapter 23 🥺

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“Sandy! Kerry! Over here!” Susan called from a few tables over, waving until she caught Sandy’s eye. They weaved their way through an already semi-intoxicated ER staff until they found themselves at Susan’s table. “We saved you seats.” She gestured to the two empty spots across from where she sat. Sandy pulled Kerry’s chair out for her and Kerry immediately sank into it.

“Chuck, have you met Sandy?” Susan asked, smacking Chuck’s arm lightly as he chatted with Malik.

“No - hi,” he turned to Sandy as she took her seat to his right and extended his hand. Her strong grip surprised him if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.

Abby returned to her place at the table then, thanking Malik as he complimented her dress, her highlighted hair curled and cascading gently down her shoulders.

“Kerry, Sandy.” Abby said in greeting with a slight smile, setting down her drink at her spot.

“Abby,” Kerry smiled, watching as Abby sat and took a big gulp of her drink, which could have been a soda water or a vodka soda for all Kerry knew. Things had been awkward between the two of them since Kerry’s unexpected arrival at her apartment the week before, and Abby knew she had noticed the beer bottles. They’d never really spoken about Abby’s drinking problem, but she knew that Kerry had known she had sponsored John for a brief period of time. Kerry was a smart woman, she didn’t need things spelled out for her. Abby felt a tinge of shame, not relishing in the idea that she may have disappointed someone who’s opinion she valued higher than anyone else’s.

“Did you see the cupcakes they have up there?” Susan leaned over to Abby, looking in the direction of the waitstaff setting up the display of desserts for after dinner was served. Kerry watched the two young women chat and laugh together, almost getting lost in their camaraderie before a hand on her arm brought her back and she looked beside her at Sandy’s smiling face.

“Bored yet?” Kerry whispered, grabbing the hand that was still resting on her arm and playing with the ring on her finger absentmindedly. “Regret wanting to come?”

“Fat chance.” Sandy teased, squeezing Kerry’s fingers briefly before rising out of her chair. “I’m going to go grab us some drinks.”

Soon Kerry was watching her wife’s back (or, more accurately, her bottom ) as she wound her way through the crowd of Kerry’s colleagues.

“When are you due, Dr. Weaver?” Chuck asked suddenly, trying to fill the dead air that had taken over their table for an uncomfortable few minutes.

“Chuck, she’s not pregnant.” Susan deadpanned a whispered scolding, eyes wide and eyebrows raised into her hairline. Chuck turned red and then completely white before Kerry could save him.

“She’s teasing you,” Kerry laughed out of pity, Abby completely losing it at Chuck’s expense. “October 5th.” She answered his question as the color slowly came back to his cheeks.

“I hate you,” Chuck whispered quickly to Susan, rising out of his chair and excusing himself to the bathroom. As soon as he’d turned his back, Susan and Abby erupted into laughter.

“I can’t help it sometimes,” Susan confessed, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s just too easy of a target. He’s like Carter-” Susan began before she could stop herself. Kerry had noted the empty chair beside Abby but hadn’t thought much of it until now.

Abby waved off the concerned faces, taking another sip of her drink, but she didn’t say anything.

Almost as if sent from God himself to save the moment, Elizabeth approached their table, the form fitting gold gown stunning every male she’d passed on her journey across the room into silence.

“Look at this group of miscreants,” she teased as she approached, pulling out the empty seat beside Abby and sitting down. “You all look beautiful tonight.” Sandy approached, then, setting an iced water in front of Kerry and taking her seat beside her, sipping her martini on her way down so as to not spill it.

“Elizabeth, do you know Sandy Lopez?” Kerry gestured between the two women, surprised when she could not remember a time over the last three years when the two might have crossed paths.

“Only by name,” Elizabeth held her hand out. “Elizabeth Corday; surgeon, but I tend to crash the ER banquets.”

“Sandy Lopez, firefighter,” Sandy noted with a smirk that Elizabeth’s handshake was more firm than Chuck’s had been. She liked the woman already.

“Well, my late-husband was an attending in the ER for nearly a decade, how did you manage to crash this party?” Elizabeth prodded, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it out loud. She leaned forward and took a sip from her glass of wine - she had obviously had a head start in the alcohol department, her words slurring just slightly.

“I know the right people,” Sandy’s eyes flashed to Kerry whose lips turned up into a slight smile, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“If you happened to catch Romano’s press conference with the Alderman a few weeks ago… perhaps you could say that this is my husband .” Kerry’s lame attempt at a joke made Sandy choke on the sip of her martini she had just taken, coughing into the crook of her elbow as the other women at the table watched on wide-eyed.

“Ah, I was wondering who the lucky woman was.” Elizabeth said, the sarcasm in her voice so barely evident that only Susan truly picked up on it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Weaver.”

The table erupted into laughter as Elizabeth rose out of her chair, excusing herself as she saw Haleh in the distance and wanted to go say hello. She took a few steps before stopping abruptly and turning back, leaning against the back of the chair she had just vacated. “Oh! I wanted to ask, did you get the results of your amnio back yet?”

Sandy looked to Kerry, wondering how she was going to handle such a personal question asked so publicly and casually.

“Uh - yes, we did. Everything looks fine.” Kerry’s face broke into a wide smile. “Thank you for asking.”

“Wonderful!” Elizabeth replied genuinely, leaving them with a small wave and continuing toward Haleh.

“I was surprised when Luka told me you RSVP’d, Kerry,” said Susan, taking another sip of her wine as she watched the blush begin the fade from Kerry’s face.

“It was my fault,” Sandy spoke up before Kerry could reply. “I reminded her that the opportunities to party will go down significantly in just a few months.” Kerry could swear that Sandy’s smile lit the table brighter than the candles in the centerpiece.

“That’s true!” Susan raised her glass in a mock toast. “You’ve got what, three months to go? You must be getting really excited.”

“Excited but unprepared - we still haven’t finished putting together the nursery,” Sandy continued. “I think we were both so nervous, you know… that something could still happen.”

“But we’re nearing the safety zone,” Kerry added, sitting up and doing her best to mask the grimace that accompanied the movement, the hard dining chairs doing her hip absolutely no favors.

“God, I can’t wait to have a baby around again.” Susan picked at the appetizers on the small plate in front of her. “I love the baby years, particularly when it’s someone else’s baby and you can give them back. I’ve always been so bummed that I missed so much of Ella when she was tiny.”

Sandy smiled at Kerry, relishing in the friendly, personal conversation between her partner and her coworkers, but noticed Kerry’s jaw clenched and her hand kneading furiously at her left hip under the table.

“With the amount of time Kerry spends at the hospital, I’m sure you will have plenty of baby time. We might as well make her an ID already,” Sandy joked, taking another sip of her martini, trying to make up for Kerry’s silence.

“So you do know it’s a girl.” Abby finally spoke, engaging in the conversation for the first time since sitting down. “I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to say anything if not.”

The silence that fell over the table told Abby that she had just made a big mistake and her cheeks immediately flushed. Sandy’s eyes widened and she looked to Kerry who looked equally stunned.

“Oh my god.” Abby could have gotten sick right on the table, absolutely horrified at accidentally revealing the gender of their baby. She hid her face in her hands, not noticing how much pleasure Susan was getting out of the whole situation.

“How-how do you know?” Kerry asked, the pain in her hip gone for the time being, all of her focus being pulled to the panicked nurse sitting an empty seat away from her.

“The amnio, on the monitor,” Abby’s voice was muffled by her hands, her head still down, practically on the table. “I thought you knew, oh my god.”

“A girl.” Sandy leaned over to Kerry but stopped herself before kissing her, unsure of exactly the amount of PDA Kerry would be comfortable with surrounded by colleagues. But Kerry turned to Sandy, her eyes glossy with happy tears, and grabbed her face in her hands, pulling her toward her and kissing her deeply, passionately, and without a care of who was there to witness it.

“A girl.” Kerry whispered as they parted, her hand lingering on Sandy’s cheek for a few extra moments before they pulled away from each other, Kerry looking sheepishly at the small crowd that had formed behind Susan. Luka, Lydia, Randi, and Jerry all stood with different variations of shocked looks on their faces. Abby’s face had yet to recover and she took a greedy sip of her drink.

“What’s going on?” Luka asked with a laugh, observing the chaos of what he thought would be one of the more tame tables at the banquet.

“Well,” Susan started, rising out of her chair. “Abby just told Kerry and Sandy the gender of their baby without realizing they didn’t know, and now I’m going to go take Abby to get another drink.” Susan grabbed Abby by the arm and began to pull her away with a laugh.

“I am so sorry Kerry, Sandy, I really thought-” Abby began before Kerry could stop her.

“It’s fine, I promise. We’ve been saying ‘she’ for months now, it’s nice to know we were right.” The audience of coworkers was not sure they’d ever seen Kerry look so happy as she turned again and gave the somewhat speechless Sandy another kiss. Susan managed to drag Abby away - though the fact that they were going to the bar was not lost on Kerry, even in the commotion of the unexpected news - and Randi’s eyes widened as she stepped away, having thoroughly enjoyed what she’d seen and needing to tell everyone about it promptly . Jerry and Lydia continued in the direction they had been going in when they’d been sidetracked by Kerry and Sandy’s PDA and Luka rounded the table to give Kerry and Sandy congratulatory hugs and kisses on the cheek.

“You really did a great job organizing this, Luka.” Kerry said as he straightened up again after their hug; she hadn’t even been able to meet him halfway, the momentary respite from her pain having certainly passed.

“Last year was good practice,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Be glad you weren’t here for that one.” Kerry had heard mumblings about the banquet the year before, something about an unstocked bar and a broken thermostat. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight, though, both of you.” He placed a hand on Sandy’s shoulder who looked up appreciatively. “If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled apologetically as an obviously perturbed Romano waved him down from across the room, and both women were grateful Luka had decided to go to him instead of the other way around. If they could get through the night without an interaction with the Chief of the ER, then they would really know luck was on their side.

Kerry grabbed Sandy’s hand, squeezing it on the table as she laughed, watching Jerry and Randi begin dancing in the middle of the room, prompting others to partner off and join them. Kerry looked at Sandy whose eyes were trained on all the giddy couples.

“You want to dance.” Kerry pointed out, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

“Nah…” Sandy shook her head, looking at her partner. “I’m good just sitting here with my wife. And my daughter.” Sandy pulled her right hand from Kerry’s and set it on Kerry’s stomach for a brief moment. Kerry’s hand found Sandy’s and she rested it on top - the baby hadn’t moved much since they arrived at the banquet but Kerry couldn’t help but think it would be a Hallmark moment if she were to move, to kick, to say hello somehow to her mothers as they so patiently waited for her. If only real life were like the movies. Kerry’s eyes found Sandy’s again, who leaned in for another kiss, their hands still on her stomach. Sometimes, life is like the movies … Kerry thought, and the baby gave one solid kick felt without fail by both of her mothers.

#er fanfic #fic: home #kerry weaver #susan lewis #elizabeth corday #abby lockhart #fanfiction #rereading this gave me so many happy feelings #I missed those lol #Why didn't we ever get a scene like this on the show where they are are happy and friends and casual and :(#tv er

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Chapter 13: Come Dance With Me

A/N: Here is the next chapter like I had promised! I cannot wait to share more of this story with you guys. I hope to hear from you soon. Enjoy xx

*Please make sure you have read Ch 12 that I had posted earlier today BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER!*

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Dancing.

I love to dance.

You turned me around and I found those hopeful piercing blue eyes asking, “Come dance with me.” I grabbed your hand without hesitation as if an outside force pushed me into your arms. Our bodies were connected and moved as if we were puppets with our invisible strings being maneuvred from a source above the clouds.

I love to dance, but I found out that I love to dance with you more.

Maybe it’s the way you hold me securely in your arms as I put my trust in you to never let me fall.

But, I am falling. Falling in love with you.

They say to dance with your heart and your body will follow. Is that the case with love too? If you love with your heart, will your mind accept that love or is the voice of reason too strong?

Will this dance end before it can even begin?

I love to dance.

Come dance with me.

Come dance with me to a song that never ends.

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Giving the crowds one last wave, Harry jumped in the back seat of the vehicle and settled down into the comfortable leather while releasing a deep sigh. He finished his somber engagement at Fort Lennox this afternoon, one which held a memorial for all of those who fought and lost their lives at the Battle of Lennox. The majority of the Illyrian Royal family were present, including Emilia, but it was her brother Edward that was to accompany Harry today.

The prince closed his eyes for a brief moment relishing in silence that he had found. He breathed in a slow deep breath and released it through pursed lips as a wave of relief floated out from him. He now had a break in his tour where he would be able to spend some more time with Emilia.

The door flew open making Harry’s eyes spring open as his peaceful surroundings were distrubed by none other than Emilia’s twin brother, Prince Edward. He smirked and took the seat beside Harry before he unbuttoned his military uniform and threw his head back with a sigh. “I find these memorials are too somber for my liking.” Emilia’s brother voiced his unwanted opinion. His head turned to flash a smile at the quiet prince. “At least we are heading to Cavallo this evening. The resort we always book is off the charts mate. It will be good for you to have a fun evening off from this tour, Harry.”

The prince was doing his best to be courteous to Edward, despite his inward feelings for the man and the way he treated his sister. “I am looking forward to spending some time in the sun and on the beach I must admit. Is this a yearly dinner?” Harry engaged in conversation with Edward, hoping to pass the hour and a half drive to the resort.

But, his mind kept drifting off to an image of Emilia at the memorial. She had stood beside Harry and her brother Edward for the majority of the service. Her wavy long dress had Illyrian flowers printed across the fabric that flowed in the breezy wind that tousled her hair. Harry remained the stoic soldier beside her, dressed proudly in his military uniform he had brought along specifically for this occasion. From under the brim of his hat, he saw the princess bow her head and wipe away a stray tear. In that exact moment, you could hear a sea of cameras clicking away and capturing the moment. No doubt to use against Emilia in tomorrow’s papers. His heart sank in his chest for her, the princess was under constant scrutiny. Why were they so vindictive of her when she was the only one who showed true emotion, the one who wasn’t afraid to?

Harry joined the rest of the royal family, greeting the soldiers of the past and present to thank them for their continued sacrifice. Emilia was ahead of Harry to begin with, but he quickly caught up to the princess as she greeted and spoke to every single one of them who eagerly waited for her. She often kneeled down to their eye level and held a short conversation rather than just a greeting. There was one moment where they both delved into a deep conversation with a veteran who told them their story.

“Harry?” Edward had called his name, bringing the prince back into the moment.

“Yes? Sorry, my mind went elsewhere.” Harry locked eyes with the prince and offered a kind smile.

“Better not have been thinking of my sister, she’s off limits!” Edward tossed his head back in laughter, making light of the situation.

Little did Edward know, that was exactly who was on his mind.

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The prince had arrived at the Malvarossa resort in Cavallo after a mentally strenuous ride and immediately felt relaxed with the stunning ocean views that welcomed him. Prince Edward ensured that Harry was all settled in his room at the private villa the royal family had booked for a few days. The villa was a separate entity of the resort and was often the place the family used as a vacation venue.

He walked out towards the balcony and opened the white panelled doors, immediately feeling the sea breeze hit him. Closing his eyes, Harry took in a deep breath and felt the bright Illyrian sun warm him. He grasped the balcony rails and looked down, deciding to go for a walk and check out the villa until he had to get ready for the dinner.

Harry was wandering around aimlessly when he ran into Julianna, The Duchess of Molvania and her husband Prince George who had their children with them, Prince Leonardo and Princess Fiona, Emilia’s cousins. Leonardo enveloped the prince into a hug and welcomed him to the resort, immediately inviting Harry to join him at the bar for a drink to which Harry accepted.

Prince Leo ordered their drinks and sat down beside the prince, running his fingers through his thick dark lock of hair. He held Harry’s gaze as he saw those same icy blue eyes that was a clear genetic marker in the Illyrian royal family. “How’s the tour going, mate?” Leonardo casually asked Harry.

“Well...” Harry laughed nervously and took a healthy sip of his drink. “You know how tours can be exhausting. So this is a well needed break.” He turned to angle his body to look out towards the crystal clear waters, watching as the waves came crashing into the shore.

“I get it, Harry. Been on my fair share and I cannot say I would willingly volunteer again for one.” Leo barked a laugh and clasped his hands together. “Tonight will be fun. You will definitely get to see a different side to my family..... the dramatic side that is.” He continued to laugh.“Us boys always place a bet on how long until things blow up. There is always some sort of family drama that gets unleashed when we all get together.” Leo shook his head at the memories that had come flooding to mind. “At least there won’t be any Emilia and Thomas drama like last year....”

Harry watched Leo’s expression morph into a somber one. It caught him off guard and caused Harry to want to know more of what Leo thought of his cousin, Emilia. It had seemed that most of her family was ready and willing to drag her through the mud, but Leo appeared not to be in that same category. His gut feeling was that Leo was a genuine friendly guy.

“It does appear that drama is always surrounding Emilia...” He left his statement drag off in hopes that Leo would take the bait and share his thoughts with him.

“Not of her doing... don’t be deceived by what you read.” Leonardo did not waste a breath in his reply as he stared at the bottom of an empty glass before ordering a new one. He spinned the bar stool around to face the prince, locking in his gaze.

“Let me tell you something about Emilia, Harry.” Leo nodded his head slowly. “Emilia is like a sister to me and I know her like one. She has more heart and empathy than anyone on this earth and she is not afraid to show how passionate she is. I have worked on numerous projects with her and she literally puts her heart and soul into every little detail. But, at the end of the day she is judged more harshly than anyone in this family thanks to my grandmother and the media.” Leo shook his head and displayed a look of disgust. “She is exactly what this family needs, what this country needs to see from their royal family, but my grandmother is stuck in the past.”

“It breaks my heart to see her light being dimmed because others can’t stand to see how bright she can shine.” Harry could feel the love Leo held for Emilia emanating through his words of admiration for the princess. It was a relief to see that at least someone in this family saw Emilia for what she was worth and could see the potential in her. The prince lifted his head to glance up at Harry. “She’s been through so much this past year. I didn’t blame her at all for running away to London for a while. I think she shouldn’t have come back and given a taste to gran what she is missing.”

Before Harry could speak in return, his eyes captured Emilia walking down to the bar dressed casually in a pair of jeans, a simple white buttoned down blouse and black flats. Leo caught Harry gazing at the princess over his shoulder and glanced back to see who had caught his attention. “Perfect timing.” He giggled lightly.

Emilia tucked her long dark hair behind her ear in an attempt to tame in from the wind blowing off of the ocean. She was carrying a duffel bag of hers and was on the way to check in to her room when she saw her cousin Leonardo and Harry having a drink at the private bar. Emilia waved at them with a beaming smile, silently loving the fact that they appeared to already be getting along with one another.

“Hello boys!” Leonardo hopped off of his bar stool and leaned in to greet his cousin with a peck on the cheek.

“Hello gorgeous cousin. Glad to see you have arrived for the familial festivities.” He patted her on the head to remind her how much shorter she was than him. Emilia rolled her eyes and playfully swatted his arm away before turning her attention towards Harry.

“Hi, Harry.” Emilia took a step towards him and opened up her arms inviting him into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around the beautiful princess and squeezed her tiny frame.

“Hello, Emilia.” Their hug lingered for a few seconds too long as Emilia took in a deep breath and inhaled Harry’s sweet memorable scent. Breaking apart, she lowered her head in embarrassment knowing that Leo would pick up on it. She always struggled to lie and keep things from her close knit cousin.

“I see you two have already started drinking.” Emilia peaked up at Leo and reached across him, grabbing his drink and downing it before he could intervene.

“Ahhh!” Leo gasped in shock. “I really have missed you cousin!” He waved at the bartender to order more drinks, but Emilia had stopped him.

“Nah, none for me Leo. I need to get settled in and ready for dinner.” She sadly informed the dark haired prince and watched him dramatically extend out his bottom lip into a pout.

“I am good mate.” Harry held his hand up in refusal.

“Well, I can’t be here at my lonesome?!” Leo tossed his arms up in the air and shook his head in disbelief.

Emilia angled her head up at him. “Should have invited Ella then.” She held her hand up in the air to act like a visor and block the sun from her eyes.

“Ya, not after the disaster that happened last year when you brought your boyfriend to the dinner.” Leo’s eyes grew wide with horror.

Emilia smacked Leo’s stomach hard. “Leo!” She scolded her cousin before turning her body towards Harry. “Leo is dating my stylist, Ella. No one in the family knows, but me.” Harry nodded in understanding, but it was not that particular bit of information that he was more curious about.

“I am going to take my bag to my room. See you two at dinner.” Emilia bent down and picked up her bag with a small grunt, forgetting how heavy it was.

“Need help with that?” Harry was quick to offer the princess, but was met with a glaring narrowed set of blue eyes.

Leo raised his eyebrow and watched the interaction. “Good luck convincing the tiger.” He mumbled, but both Harry and Emilia had heard his words.

The prince took a step forward towards Emilia, making the close proximity to her very evident in his intentions. She peaked up at him, gazing up at him while his hand brushed up against her own to grasp the bag. Emilia did not put up a fight like she normally would have and dropped the bag into his hand.

“Where’s your room?” The prince motioned for Emilia to show him the way.

“Follow me.” Emilia turned on her heel with crossed arms and waved goodbye to Leo. “Bye Leo, see you later.”

Harry grabbed the bag and carried it behind his shoulder. “Good god, do you have a dead body in here? How much did you pack for two nights?” The prince complained as he trailed behind Emilia towards the direction of her room.

“Oh stop complaining, Wales.... besides.” Emilia turned around and started to walk backwards. “A girl can never have too many clothes!” Harry rolled his eyes and offered a quick wink before following Emilia down the corridor towards her room.

Emilia and Harry fell into step with one another as a comfortable silence fell between them. Emilia glanced up towards the prince and witnessed the elated smile that was still plastered on Harry’s lips. She gently grabbed his hand and interlaced their fingers together, patiently waiting for his gaze to fall upon her. The prince angled his head and looked down towards the princess and caught her staring up at him with an adoring expression.

Harry squeezed her hand while his lips spread into a beaming grin for the princess. “You looked beautiful today.” He showered her with compliments watching that little glint in her eyes appear at his sweet words. Emilia’s cheeks blushed with a faint crimson red, making her gaze falter to the ground in embarrassment, but was flattered at his compliment.

“Thank you, you are too sweet.” Emilia giggled and tucked a piece of her long dark brunette hair behind her ear. When she lifted her head, the prince’s eyes were still staring down at her while he blindly followed Emilia down the hall. “I am really happy that you are here with me. I have such great memories of this place.” The princess released a deep breath.

“Me too, Emilia.” There was a hint of exhaustion laced in the prince’s tone. He had been non-stop since his plane had landed in Illyria.

Emilia had made it to her suite in the villa and unlocked the door while she continued to listen to Harry vent. She kicked off her flats as Harry set down her bag at the front entrance. Emilia heard the deep sigh he released and turned back around with an endearing smile.

“Come relax and sit with me a bit.” Her hand reached out to him as their fingertips brushed up against one another. The prince did not need further convincing to spend some time with the beauty before him. He followed Emilia to the lounge and sat down beside her. Harry instinctively lifted his arm as she snuggled her frame close to his body.

Emilia sighed and placed her head on his shoulder closing her eyes briefly. Relishing in the private company of one another, the two of them sat in near silence being left alone to their thoughts. But, they still felt the comfort that the other offered them through simple touches.

“Are you excited for tonight?” The princess broke through Harry’s deep thoughts and brought him back to reality.

“Yes.” Harry’s lips spread into a smile. “But, I am looking forward to spending more time with you.” The prince happily confessed as he turned his head to smile down at Emilia. He saw her lips spread into a beaming smile while her eyes held his gaze.

Emilia quietly stared up at the prince, looking deep into his eyes as her mind started to wander back to that moment in the back of the car when Harry told her that he needed an answer with where they stood with one another. Part of her was waiting for these few days knowing that she would likely have more time with Harry to figure out where her heart was, but truth was she already knew what her heart had decided. It was whether she could get her mind to follow.

Her eyes drifted down to their entwined fingers and took in a deep sigh. Harry’s eyes followed her gaze down as he felt the light brush of her hand trail down his forearm. He could tell that the young princess was in an internal debate and he did not want to disrupt her thoughts so he quietly sat beside her and enjoyed analyzing every part of Emilia to keep it in his memory for a later time.

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Emilia emerged from her closet wearing a purple off the shoulder dress that boasted an asymmetrical frill skirt. It elegantly flowed across her body as she stepped forward in her bare feet towards the floor length mirror in her bedroom.

Harry had been casually sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for her to get ready for the family dinner this evening. He was sipping on a drink when he nearly choked on it watching the princess come out in the dress, taking his breath away.

The princess slowly twirled around, carefully analyzing whether it was the right choice of dress for the evening's events. The back of the dress had not been zipped up, exposing a healthy amount of her backside and her black bra beneath. Harry was literally at a loss for words as he continued to sit on the edge of the bed in silence.

Emilia turned around swiftly and caught Harry in the act, checking her out. She shook her head at the naughty prince, giving him an eye roll.

“It is not my fault when you come out looking like that, Em.” Harry tossed his arms up in the air with a light giggle. He watched as Emilia turned her attention back to the mirror, but this time a frowned replaced that bright smile of hers.

“Do you really like it?” Emilia had suddenly become doubtful in her choice as a shy almost embarrassed version of herself emerged while the confident side of herself faded into the background.

Harry pushed himself off of the edge of her bed and slowly stepped behind her. This was what he was witnessing with each passing day. The strong confident princess he met in London was fading as uncertainty came forth clouded by the pressures of her grandmother's expectations.

He stepped in behind Emilia and gently grasped both of her arms, giving them a light re-assuring rub. “You, my princess… are absolutely gorgeous in this dress.” His deep quiet, assuring voice calmed her fears with a few simple words.

Emilia felt his finger delicately lift her chin, making her look into the mirror at herself with the image of Harry standing behind her. She locked eyes with the prince through the mirror and saw his genuine sincerity that killed any doubt that had grown within her being.

His gaze faltered down to her exposed backside and trailed his finger down to the zipper that was at the small of her back. He heard her Emilia’s mouth gasp from his simple touch as her breath became jagged. Harry smirked cheekily loving the effect he was having on Emilia. His fingers grasped the zipper and gave it a light tug. He did her dress up, reluctantly hiding her exposed skin and undergarment.

He looked back into the mirror at their reflection and found Emilia’s eyes locked on him while her body remained frozen. The prince lowered his head while tucking her dark locks out of the way to find her exposed shoulder. Harry placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Don’t ever doubt that you are beautiful again, Emilia. You are beautiful to me.”

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The Illyrian Royal family’s festivities were well under way. The whole family had come together this evening and shared an enjoyable five course meal with local traditional Illyrian entertainers. They had even welcomed Harry as one of their own, as Emilia’s cousins included them in the familial banter and fun.

The prince had been seated next to Emilia and her cousin Leonardo that apparently Emilia herself had arranged as alluded to by her father. He let it slip that his daughter wanted Harry to feel as welcomed as she did in London. Her parents were seated across from them as they engaged in a light hearted conversation. The Crown Prince couple were more relaxed and at ease than to what Harry had previously been witnessed to and he could see where Emilia got most of her traits from… her father.

“She has always had me wrapped around her finger since the day she was born.” Frederick smiled proudly at Emilia and shared a sweet moment with her. But, the prince could not help but wonder if her father knew how much inner turmoil was going through. She hid it so incredibly well and could pretend that nothing was the matter.

“I remember that day fondly.” Frederick continued as Harry and Emilia had focused their attention to the conversation with her parents while everything else faded into the background. The long wooden table was dimly lit above with hanging fairy lights while the reflection of the flames from the candles that lined the table danced upon their faces. “You were so stubborn, Emilia. So stubborn that you wouldn’t even breathe.” A glimpse of concern washed across his face as the memory of it all came flooding back to her father.

“No wonder Emilia is the way that she is. Lack of oxygen to her brain at birth really explains a lot.” Edward piped in from the seat beside his mother as he finally gave his family some of his attention instead of his girlfriend, Louisa.

“EDWARD!” Liza, Emilia’s mother gasped in horror. “You do not say that in front of our guest! Or period!” She scolded him, but Edward just chuckled and ignored his mother.

“Eddie, stop being an areshole.” Emilia glared at him with her piercing blue eyes.

“Or else what Emilia?” Edward egged his twin sister on.

Emilia parted her lips to speak her retort when a loud voice spoke her name from down the table.

“Emilia!”

Everyone became silent as Queen Eleanora scolded the princess, embarrassing her in front of everyone, including Harry.. “Behave and stop getting into these childish tifts with your older brother.” An awkward silence fell across the whole table as Emilia sat there in a clear state of quiet anger, staring at her grandmother with shock and disbelief.

Harry’s blood was nearly boiling as rage coursed through him. How in the world is Emilia getting in shit and being embarrassed for something that Edward had done. The thing that surprised Harry the most is her father did not even come to her defence, nor anyone in the family. He couldn’t sit by any longer in utter silence.

His lips parted to speak up on Emilia’s behalf, but he felt a hand quickly grasp his thigh and give it a hard squeeze. Emilia did not even look at the prince, but with a subtle shake of her head she begged him not to defend her.

“I am sorry Gran.” Emilia’s voice choked out.

The conversation around them started to become more lively, but everyone around Emilia was carefully watching her silent self. She refused to look at anyone or engage in conversation.

“Emilia…?” Frederick’s brow furrowed with concern as he watched a stray tear trickled down Emilia’s cheek. “I’m sor-” He was about to apologize when Emlia cut him off.

“Don’t.” She angrily spoke, wiped the tear away and turned her attention back to the dancers. Pretending that nothing had happened.

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Harry and Emilia were standing around in a circle with Emilia’s cousins Gabriel and Alessandra sipping on their drinks and watching the rest of the family dancing to the upbeat music. “This is not like you, Emilia! Standing on the sidelines while the rest of the family is dancing away. You are normally the instigator of fun!” Alessandra angled her head down at her younger cousin, with a cheeky grin.

Emilia shook her head and took a sip of her drink before replying. “Not tonight.” Her blue eyes drifted towards her parents dancing away with their silly moves. “I am trying to behave…” The tone in Emilia’s voice was evidently somber. There was a part of her pulling her towards the music, desperately wanting to let loose, but all she could see were her grandmother's eyes on her every move. She could not have another problem arise tonight for she was walking on thin ice.

“Behaving is really not in your vocabulary.” Gabriel smirked and fell into a fit of laughter. “Remember Ibiza?!”

“Oh Gabe! Ibiza was all on you, that I had nothing to do with!” Emilia tossed her head back in laughter at the memory of the debaucherous trip.

“You were right there with me, my partner in crime.” Gabe tossed his arms up in the air in innocence. “Stealing that boat.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose with curiosity as Emilia felt his eyes on her. She turned her head as the conversation fell to a silent shock. Emilia shrugged her shoulders, “What? It was a small boat ok, Harry!” She defended herself while confessing to the crime.

Gabriel cleared his throat and shook his head. “Emilia… we stole a fucking yacht!” He barked with laughter at her falsely portrayed innocence.

“A yacht?” Harry’s blue eyes glanced down and locked eyes with Emilia, watching the guilty expression on her face grow until she dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Ok fine!” She breathed in between breaths. “It was a yacht…” Emilia held Harry’s gaze steadily. “I was young and following Gabe’s lead. He took advantage of my innocence.”

“Yeah, there is nothing innocent in those blue eyes Emilia.” The prince slowly shook his head down at Emilia and stared deep into those adorable blue eyes of the princess.

“Oooooh!” Gabriel and Alessandra could not help but laugh at the prince’s words. They both caught the way that Harry was looking down at their cousin in an endearing way as their gaze continued to linger.

“Looks like Ana has got some competition for Prince Harry’s heart!” Alessandra chuckled lightly to herself as Harry and Emilia both snapped out of their unwavering shared glance as their minds were brought back to reality and realized what they had done. Emilia’s cheeks became flushed at her cousin's remark and looked away to hide her face, silently kicking herself for not being more careful around Harry. It had been difficult enough tonight not being able to hold his hand or touch him in the way she wanted to in fear of her family finding out they were more than acquaintances.

“Who is Ana?” Harry was curious to find out.

Emilia leaned into him and pointed past her cousins to a young blonde teenager sitting at the table by herself watching everyone else dance with a partner. “That is my cousin Ana Lilia. Alessandra and Gabriel’s sister.” He caught the way Emilia smiled proudly towards her direction.

“A little birdie told me she fancies you.” Alessandra giggled with a raised eyebrow. “But, I am afraid that I need to get in on this dancing action. Are you coming Gabriel?” Emilia’s cousins had left them alone to themselves as they joined the family, dancing away.

Emilia’s eyes remained stagnant on her youngest cousin, sitting there by herself. She felt Harry’s hand settle on the small of her back and gently rub it soothingly. “You know you are allowed to have fun with your family. I bet you are a better dancer than me.” Her lips spread into an amusing smile as she lifted her head to glance up at Harry.

“I’d like to see you dance.” Emilia could not help but giggle at the thought. “In fact…” Her eyes drifted for a brief second back to Ana. “Why don’t you ask Ana to dance with you.” Emilia locked in Harry’s intense stare. “I know she would love it if you did.”

“You sure you want me to ask her? You know she might win my heart.” Harry cheekily replied and earned a playful smack on the arm by the princess.

“Yes, I am sure Henry.” Emilia gave him a light push forward. “Go!”

Emilia watched from afar as Harry approached Ana and bent down to her level with his hand extended out in an offer to dance with him. A fond smile started to stretch the corner of her lips as Ana nodded her head and stood up from her seat, eager to dance with him. Harry pulled the smiling blonde teen to the dance floor and twirled her around, innocently dancing with Ana as she smiled with joy.

A few dances later, Emilia was ordering a new drink when a hand gently grasped her wrist and gave it a light tug to turn her around. It was Harry with an adorable beaming smile and rosy red cheeks from dancing.

“Come dance with me.” His deep posh British voice was alluring and difficult to say no to. His piercing blue eyes cut straight through to her soul, rendering her speechless.

“Henry….” Emilia reluctantly shook her head in fear of the repercussions and also scared of the fact that her family would find out about them. It had been a difficult evening not being able to hold his hand or reach out and touch his face or play with those tufts of his ginger hair at the nape of his neck. All because of that lingering fear. But… to dance with Harry? He had to be mad!

“You deserve to have fun like the rest of your family and I promise that I will be careful where I lay my hands on you. A respectable dance between a prince and a princess.” Harry did his best to convince Emilia, knowing full well that she was on the edge about to take that leap with him.

“Henry….” Emilia broke her silence and tightened her grasp on his hand. “Fine. But, just one dance.”

“Deal!” Harry tugged on her hand without hesitation and led Emilia to the dance floor where her family were happily dancing beside them.

Harry twirled Emilia around as they kept up to the beat of the lively music. He was observant of her family's reactions of them, careful not to place his hands on her body suggestively. Emilia’s unbridled laughter echoed in his ear, bringing a beaming grin to his lips as he watched Emilia let go and have fun.

Emilia had promised Harry just one dance with him, but that one dance turned into another and another until they found themselves being the last ones left on the dance floor. Emilia selected a slower classical song that changed the aura of the dance floor into a sensual romantic one. She stepped forward towards Harry with a shy smile.

“Will you dance with me? This is my favorite song to dance too….” She lowered her head, displaying a rare shy side of herself to Harry. (Come Dance With Me started to play by Norah Jones https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbjZPFBD6JU )

“I’d love to.” He reached out and wrapped his arm around her body, bringing Emilia in close proximity, securing her in tightly with his grasp. Harry felt her hand settle on his forearm as she waited for him to take the first step and lead her.

Harry took a step forward as Emilia moved her body in sync with him. He slowly moved them around the dance floor as his hand drifted down to the small of her back. Emilia lifted her head up to look into the prince’s deep blue eyes. Being mesmerized, she fell under his spell and was thankful that his strong body was holding her weak knees up at that moment.

The corner of his lips tugged into an elated smile, relishing in the closeness of Emilia being flushed against his body again. He looked down into her ice crystal blue eyes and could get lost in the depths of them for days if he allowed himself to. Harry’s heart swelled in admiration for this beautiful woman in his arms. He could not help but admire her beauty both inside and out that encapsulated her kind heart.

“Henry…” Emilia’s feet stopped moving as she quietly whispered his name. Their bodies swayed in their cemented place as they looked longingly into each other's eyes.

“Yes, Emilia?” His hand lifted and cupped her cheek tenderly while he gently caressed it with his thumb.

“Will you spend the day with me tomorrow? I…” She lowered her head, averting her gaze to the ground. “I think we need to talk and figure out what all of this is between us.” Emilia took in a shaky nervous breath in fear of the potential outcome, in fear that this man in front of her could break her heart.

“Well, you could steal a yacht for us to hang out on.” Harry teased the nervous princess in an attempt to bring back that adorable smile of hers.

“Harry!” Emilia shouted his name.

“Oh… I know you can scream it louder than that!” The prince was relentless, but it was all in good banter.

“You are so awful…” Emilia shook her head and snaked her arms around the back of his neck loosely while his hands found a home on her hips. “Awfully handsome…” She stood up on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss to his lips that was all too quick for his liking.

Emilia reluctantly tore his lips off of Harry’s but she could not risk their private moment together any further in fear of exposure. “We need to go inside Harry… We can’t get caught.” She was the voice of reason amidst their cloud of building desire.

The prince took in a deep breath and sighed heavily. “You are right.” His arms fell from her frame, breaking their embrace. “Let me walk you to your room.”

The pair left the dimly lit dance floor and made their way back to the villa. In the midst of the darkness, they searched for the others hands and interlocked their fingers, savouring every moment that they were able to share with one another. Emilia quietly moaned when their hands separated.

“Trust me, I don’t like it more than you do.” Harry walked Emilia down the villa’s hall towards her room which just so happened to be right next to Harry’s.

Emilia leaned up against the door frame and turned around to face the prince. “Good night Henry.” It took all of her not to just invite Harry in for the night, but the truth was she needed time for her own mind to think.

Harry flashed a brief smile and bent his head down to place a soft kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there as Emilia breathed in his familiar scent. Her hands reached up and grasped his forearms making him stay there for a few passing moments.

His arms slipped through Emilia’s hands, unable to continue being in the same space as Emilia any longer. “I can’t stay here…” The prince admitted and pressed his lips one more time to Emilia’s lips and said his goodnight.

“Sleep well, tiny dancer.”

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candyheartharry · 5 years

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Fall Apart - Part II: Bewitched

Author’s note: Hi dolls! 💘 Sorry it took me forever to get the second part up and ready, it took a while to get some inspiration for it, but of course as soon as I got it, I had it done in one day lol. Once again our series playlist can be found here, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list at the end drop me a message and let me know, feedback is EXTREMELY appreciated, happy reading ✨ PART I

Although you and Calum had shared friends, it wasn’t until the two of you started spending more time together that these two groups began to intertwine, but it was going to be just you while he and the band were all around the world on a small promo tour. You’d kept up with him a little while he was away, receiving occasional texts and snapchat videos from wherever he was, usually either a nice picture of the scenery or a video of him and the other guys doing something funny.

It had been a little while since he was away, and you really weren’t too sure when he was supposed to be back due to a few commitments they hadn’t quite confirmed before they left, so the most he could give you before he left was a two week window on when he might possibly be back home again.

In the meantime, one of your friends who worked for an art museum downtown had invited you to an early preview party for a new temporary exhibition that was opening at the museum, so since you had nothing better to do on a Wednesday evening, you got dressed up enough to try to not look out of place among donors to the museum and fancy people who had memberships. Since she worked there she had to be there early, so you were going to be arriving by yourself and meeting her there. As you made your way through the entrance after presenting your guest pass card to the attendant at the welcome desk, you promptly made your way to the bar to help yourself to your one complimentary drink of the evening.

You had tried texting your friend to let her know you were there, but knew that since this was technically a work event for her it might be a little while before she could respond and come say hello. Until then, you decided to take a look around the exhibit that everyone had come to see. Since it was an early preview, it was obviously packed full of people who you never would’ve imagined yourself at a party with. Many people who were leading discussions in small groups crowded around the ornate frames on the wall gave off the obvious vibes that they were professors of some sort, mostly due to their use of words like “tone”, “depth”, and conversations about color choices. Others seemed like doctors, or lawyers, or stockbrokers, or maybe multi-million dollar luxury real estate agents who had so much money they decided to make very large annual donations to the museum in the name of charitable giving. There were of course others who you could tell were just membership holders out for a nice evening, and now that you think about it, you were a little surprised you hadn’t run into any of your other friends, assuming that you weren’t the only one your friend Cora who worked there had invited.

After a while of doing your best to see what types of painting and small sculptures were in this new exhibit over everyone else crowded closely around them, you still hadn’t heard from your friend, so you decided to take a break from listening to conversations about “what this shade of blue here means versus the other shade of blue in this area” and made your way out of the gallery over to the elevators that brought you upstairs earlier. Once you entered the glass elevator, you decided on going up one level to the contemporary floor. When the doors opened one floor above, there was instantly a difference in the atmosphere, not just because this area felt more spacious and open, and the pieces were much larger and not in ornate gold frames, but the first room of the gallery was completely empty with the exception of two security guards who welcomed you once they realized they were no longer alone.

After admiring a few pieces near the entrance, you followed a distant noise across the first room into the next to see where it was coming from. The only sound in the otherwise quiet gallery came from a massive mountain of speakers stacked from the floor to the ceiling, playing very quietly, but playing slightly ominous music overlapped with a few various sound effects and dialogue from movies and TV shows every now and then. Something about how gigantic and illusive this mountain of speakers was drew you in, and you found yourself wanting to stop and listen rather than explore the rest of the empty gallery. Of course, since the gallery was empty due to everyone else being downstairs, the bench across from this colossal structure was empty as well. You decided to take up a seat across from the speakers and recorded a quick video of the scene for your Instagram story. After posting, you put your phone away in the small clutch purse you brought, and decide to enjoy the peace and quiet compared to the party full of people you don’t know that you had just left.

It was nice in its own way, the quiet accented by the almost white noise coming from the speakers. It should be unsettling, but it was almost calming. Something about it felt like it was putting you in a trance, it was something so monumental, it almost felt like it had a secret that if you watched and waited long enough it would let you in on what it knew.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice interrupts your from your thoughts. You look up to your right to see Calum grinning down at you, dressed in a black and white striped shirt that looked very nice on him, and a drink in his own hand. “Oh my god, Calum, hi!” you exclaimed while you instantly broke into a smile of your own after you realized who it was speaking, and rushed to set your drink down on the bench to your left before turning back to open your arms up to him.

He accepted your invitation into your open arms, starting out for a hug before he was even properly seated yet, both of your arms wrapping around his broad back and he squirmed to set his drink next to yours behind your back so he didn’t spill it on you. Once his hands were free they wrapped carefully around you, pulling you closer into him.

“Oh my god, you’re the last person I ever expected to be here, when did you get back?!” you ask once you both pull apart.

“I got back pretty late yesterday! Did you come with anybody else?” he asks as he leans around behind you for the two drinks, handing yours back to you as he holds onto his own.

“No, it’s just me. I didn’t know anybody downstairs so I just came up here,” you told him. It was still just the two of you in the gallery with the speakers, which have gotten his attention. The backing track its playing almost sounds like music that should be playing in a horror movie when the antagonist is introduced, but the overlapping track is a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

“Damn, what’s the first song you’d want to play on these if you got to pick?” he asks, turning to you before he takes a sip of his drink. You look away from him and back up at the towering mountain of speakers across from you both and think about your answer.

“Are we choosing loud songs or sad songs?” you ask, needing to narrow down what type of answer he wants to know.

“Well my answer is by Cigarettes After Sex, so pick something different for variety’s sake.”

“Can I be super cliché and go with The Less I Know The Better, Tame Impala. You said your band, but what’s your song?” you ask, shifting your position a little so that you’re facing him a little more.

“Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby,” he replies, and even though it’s just the name of the song, for some reason hearing the way he says ‘baby’ gives you chills.

“So what brings you up to the contemporary floor in the first place? Didn’t want to hang out with all the art critics downstairs?” you ask to change the subject. “Oh, you posted on your Instagram, so I came to find you,” he replies casually, sending your heart into your throat, so you take a sip of your drink to try to calm down. “Plus some of the Picasso’s downstairs looked like they could’ve also been villains on Courage the Cowardly Dog, so,” he adds with a shrug, making you laugh.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, even though there was so much you both wanted to say. He wanted to tell you every detail about his time away: the cities they went to, the people they got to meet, how he spent time with his mother which made him feel the most like himself he had felt in a while, but he probably wouldn’t tell you about how about halfway into the trip he realized he missed you a little more than he normally missed his friends when he was away. You wanted to ask him all about what he saw in the countries he had left, he always had such a more interesting life than you did, but that wasn’t all you wanted to talk about. You wanted to tell him about how mundane your life was here back at home while he was gone, and that the most interesting thing you had done was meet up with an old friend from your hometown who was passing through on a business trip. You wanted to tell him how ever since he had been gone, you had been hearing his new song on the radio nearly every time you started your car, so it almost felt like his way of saying hello even when he wasn’t around. You wanted to tell him how the barista at the coffee shop inside the bookstore you both liked had asked where your friend was the last time you went, and how you realized you actually felt kind of lonely when you told her that he was out of town. Instead you both just sat in the silence for a little while more, and listened to the mountain of speakers play a scene from the 1996 Romeo and Juliet overlapped with organ music that sounds like it could be in a haunted house.

“I missed you,” he admits after a moment’s silence. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that his left hand is resting on the bench in the space between you two, and when he feels you noticed it he moves his hand ever so slightly closer towards you almost in an invitation that he wants you to take it.

“Sorry, I cant help it that I’m just so charming,” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder, which makes him laugh and shake his head. When he stops laughing and is just smiling softly at you still, you place your hand on top of his.

“I missed you, too,” you continue more seriously, giving him a soft smile of your own. “The stripes are a nice look, by the way,” you add after not so subtly checking him out. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look fucking amazing, but telling him that word for word would very likely get to his head.

He slides his hand out from underneath yours to properly hold your hand now, leaning down to place his drink on the floor before he guides you to stand up from the bench you had been seated at. “Do you want do dance with me?” he asks once you both are standing.

“Calum, this is literally a sample of a Pink Floyd song and dialogue from Titanic,” you try to oppose, setting your own now empty glass on the bench where you had been sitting. Instead, he guides you into a twirl while he shrugs his own shoulders.

“I know what I said,” he continues, reaching for your other hand and pulling you in so that you both are standing with your elbows bent and your joined hands are level with his chest, so close that if you were to let go you could reach out and touch him, but you knew better than to give in so you kept them safely joined in his in the space between you both.

In the daytime, the gallery is lit up from the natural lighting that the skylights allow, but in the evening, the darkness casts an inky blue across the room, with just a little light coming from the moon and from the occasional spotlights that illuminate certain pieces of the artwork.

“You’re supposed to say that I look nice too, you know,” you playfully point out as Calum guides you both around in a circle in the empty gallery in front of the speakers. He grins down at you before he extends his arm and lets go of your hand to guide you into a twirl again. After he spins you around he doesn’t join both your hands again, and places his free hand on your waist to pull you just a touch closer than you were standing before.

“You know I always think you look nice,” he replies. ‘Nice’ isn’t the word he wants to use, he wants to use amazing, incredible, entrancing, beautiful, captivating, but just ‘nice’ will have to do for now. Distance must have made you both a little bolder, because this evening there seems to have been an unspoken, but mutually recognized tension between you two. Staring into his eyes is almost too intense, even more so once you catch him looking away to glance at your lips for a moment, so you look away yourself to admire another piece in the gallery across the room.

You notice you’ve been in the gallery for so long now that the track on the speakers has looped back to the beginning, when you hear the same scene from Pride and Prejudice playing again. “You have bewitched me, body and soul,” is the first line you notice has started playing back, and you notice as well that Calum has started to look around the room at the other art. You take the moment to admire how he looks in the shadows of the darkness, searching to see if he’s any different now than when you left him. His hair looks like it was recently cut a little shorter, and he’s gone back to black instead of a silvery blonde. You’ve always thought the contrast of the two reminded you of night and day, and now he’s gone back to night.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” repeats again, now mixed over the bridge of a Lana Del Rey song you both like. He notices the song and meets your gaze again. He almost asks why you’re staring, but lets it slide in hopes you’ll return the favor eventually and let him do the same someday without questions. This time he’s the one who notices your gaze down to his lips, seeing if his smile still starts on the same side of his mouth that you remember.

He inches his face just a little closer to yours, embracing the boldness he seems to have found in the time he was gone. “Hey,” he says softly in attempt to get your attention. Your eyes flash back up to his, and he notices how where you’re standing allows you to be lit up perfectly in the moonlight.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s unfortunately time to call it a night. Everything wrapped up downstairs a little while ago,” a security guard announces from the archway, causing you to both nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. “Okay, thank you,” Calum nods to the guard. He drops his hand from your waist and takes a few steps back to the bench to pick up your discarded cups. You reach for your clutch purse and hold it in both hands in front of you, following his lead back to the elevators once he asks if you’re ready.

He throws away the cups in a trashcan by the doors after pressing the call button, and shoves his hands into his pockets while you wait. When the doors open, he extends an arm in gesture for you to enter first, and he follows behind before pressing the button for the main floor. In the process, you notice the time on the silver watch on his wrist reads that it’s nearly 11:00 PM, meaning you and him must’ve been up there alone for nearly an hour and a half, and neither of you had realized. You press your back against the glass to try to ground yourself again after whatever that was between you that had just happened back upstairs. He doesn’t turn to you, and instead stays just a step ahead with his back facing you the entire short ride four floors down.

“Did you drive yourself or do you want a ride?” he asks as you two exit the building through the lobby. You both fall in step side by side across the courtyard outside. “Oh, no, it’s fine, I drove myself. Did you park in the deck across the street?” you ask in return.

“Yeah, I’m over in that one, Cora gave me a pass for a reserved spot on the first level with my invite, did she give one to you too?” he replies, referring to your friend who had invited you both in the first place, and ended up never seeing the entire night. You nod in reply as you both make your way to the crossing. You had thought for a moment upstairs he might’ve been about to kiss you or say something at least before you were interrupted, but if he was going to act like everything was normal, so were you.

As you make your way into the parking deck across the street, you notice your cars are both just a few spaces apart from each other. You both stop in the empty spaces between to say goodbye before going your separate ways. “Let me know when you want to get coffee at the bookstore again, it’s been too long since I’ve been able to go,” he says after a moment.

“I’m ready whenever you want to go! The girl who always rings us up was asking about you the last time I was there,” you tell him, which makes him smile. It’s always nice to hear the home misses him just as much as he misses home whenever he’s away.

After you get your keys out of your purse, he holds open his arms to wrap you in a hug before you go, and you step into the space you’ve missed so much while he was gone. You close your eyes as he buries his head against your neck, pulling you in for the most proper hug you’ve had in a long time. You don’t realize it at the time, but the last time you’ve felt so secure and safe while wrapped in someone’s arms was his own the last time you saw him at his house the day before he left for the airport.

“Get home safe,” he requests, rubbing his hand across your shoulders before he lets go. You still feel so electrified from whatever sort of trance you both must’ve fell under in front of the speakers earlier that you can’t let him leave before giving a quick, still friendly and as casual as you can make it kiss to his cheek before you step away from him. You tried to act as if was an old habit between you both, your usual routine whenever you part ways, but you’ve never kissed his cheek before, and you both know it no matter how hard you try to not acknowledge it. Once you’ve stepped back, he doesn’t know what to say, and all he can do is blink at you for a moment.

“Be safe, I’ll see you soon. Let me know once you get home,” he requests again in attempt to snap himself out of it while he takes a step backwards towards his own car. You nod and ask him to do the same, heading around to the driver’s side of your own car in the process. Once you’re both safely in your own cars, you give each other a quick wave from the window before you go your separate ways.

You were all he could think about while he was gone, and now that he’s back it seems that you’ll be all he thinks about while he’s home as well.

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coffee-for-himchan · 6 years

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Cake (Daehyun)

Word count: 3.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: A quick scenario to celebrate Dae’s birthday, involving disaster, cake and sweet clumsy sweet confessions.

Well this was bad.

It was 5 PM already as you scanned over the mess surrounding the kitchen, running a hand through you hair just to realize that your hand was coated in layers upon layers of flour and your hair now probably looked like you had just walked through a snowstorm. But did it really matter at this point? Glancing at the clock, you saw that one more minute had passed since you last checked. Great. The clock was still ticking.

And Daehyun wasn't getting any younger.

Why did today have to be the day that you had decided to unleash your inner culinary beast just to realize that it hadn't been tamed yet and was running wild? Sure, Daehyun's birthday and cake were two things that complimented each other well, but couldn't you have just bought the cake? In the morning you had considered this idea - there was this lovely bakery just a few blocks away that sold amazing red velvet cake, the one Daehyun himself had actually taken you out to get a few weeks ago. He himself had told you how there’s nothing better than a red velvet cake. Maybe a cheescake. Or chocolate cake. Or vanilla cake.. Cake as a whole was a good thing, but red velvet was a must.

And since he loved red velvet cake so much.. Was it stupid to assume that he'd love you at least a bit if you brought some over for to him too?

Your cheeks tinted red and you felt embarrassment for having come up with such ridiculous thoughts, but you didn't let it distract you. There were still more hours to the day, and your stubborn mind was telling you to attempt making the cake again. The bakery was still open for an hour or so, but you doubted they'd be able to just whip out a whole big cake for you this late in the afternoon, and if they'd have to make it from scratch it would take too long. Still, you texted Himchan to hop by there and check - but just in case. You were not about to face failure just yet though, so with flour in your hair, a spoon in your hand and determination written all across your face, you went at it again. This time, not accepting failure.

Had Daehyun been serious back then when he said he wanted himself a girlfriend who could make nine dishes per meal? Those had to be just jokes, right? The whole thing about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach... Of course it was just absurd banter. But still, that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to make the cake for him. To impress him by your skill maybe. To just make him happy and all that stuff.

And besides, maybe making a cake rather than buying one would show him that you cared enough to put in efforts. Because you did care. A lot. And you wanted him to kind of know at this point.

You sighed as you looked at the consistency of all the ingredients in your bowl. This time, it looked somehow promising. No time to waste here, you thought - you had to move on.

How comes that you had never viewed Daehyun in this light before rather recently? You wanted to slap yourself for going from being a good casual friend of his to becoming a lovesick and tongue-tied fool when even thinking about him, but at this point there was no way back. Somehow, you started noticing these little details about him that made your heart beat a little faster every time he was around. And then suddenly, boom - he's standing across of you and laughing a lot, and you realize that you want to be the cause of his laughter. The one who takes up the space in between his chest and arms that are wrapped around you tightly and all that cheesy stuff.. You want to be there. But you're just friends. Just really, really good friends.

Himchan texts you back, saying there's no proper cake they could offer him but he bought a few slices that were still on display just in case. He also nags at you for making life hard for both him and yourself and sarcastically asks you if you hadn't set your apartment of fire just yet. You shove your phone back into your pocket and promise yourself to give him a piece of your mind, but later. Definitely not a piece of cake. At least none until he behaves.

You put the batter evenly between the cake pans, looking at your creation once more before you slid it into the oven and turn up the heat. Now onto making yourself look presentable, because you had close to no time left and still so many things to do..

Daehyun better appreciate you after this.

When it's already close to nine and the party's in full swing though you're nowhere to be seen still, Himchan suspects something bad.

"Where on earth ARE YOU?" he squished his frame through the few people in the hallway, trying to find an appropriate spot for conversation in Daehyun's now crowded apartment as he hisses at you the second you pick up your phone.

"Houston, we have a problem," he heard your answer, and tried to use the background noise of your end of the line to determine what you’re doing.

"Are you.. Are you drying you hair!?"

"Is that really the thing you’re going to focus on now!?" you asked him in an annoyed tone, though you knew he has a point here.

"Well yeah," he answered, and you could hear the ultimate sass his voice projected, "If you're doing that, it means you have wet, non-styled hair, don't have makeup on yet and definitely don't have your dress, shoes and the rest on either," he started nagging again, making you roll your eyes at him. As if you didn't know already.

"And that means you'll still need at least an hour for all that-"

"Well what was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to face reality and buy your beloved Daehyun some proper cake, not attempt the impossible," he said, his tone softening as he heard your disappointed sigh from the other end of the line, "Look, just forget it. You tried, that's what matters. If you want to, once you get here we can make it seem like I went downstairs to help you bring the cake in and tripped on my way, messing it up so we got rid of it. I think I can allow myself to take that one bullet for you-"

"But Himchan, I promised to bring the cake."

He sighed, feeling a crease forming in between his eyebrows. You could be so stubborn at the worst of all times, honestly.

"Well, if you still want to make it in time for at least some of the celebration, I'd advise you to move now," Himchan simply answered, not sure what he wanted to achieve anymore, "That's good advice. Take it into consideration."

You knew he was right, and simply resumed drying your hair as fast as possible after ending the call. It was such an absurdly stupid situation, with the previous cake having burned due to you accidentally turning up the temperature too high and leaving the oven unattended for literally a minute or two too long, and then with the mixer malfunctioning and sending it's contents flying all through the kitchen... And back onto your clothes and into your hair..

You would never attempt to make cake again.

Grabbing everything you had - yes, even a cake that you had managed to somehow make last-minute, with the last bits of strength you had left inside your body and the last bits of ingredients found in the kitchen - you sprinted to your car, fancy shoes long forgotten. Whatever was comfortable and could get you from spot to spot fast would work now. You had limited time left.

By the time you got there, you felt horribly bad about the whole situation. The boys had early schedules the next morning, so Daehyun wasn't about to stay up too late, and having arrived at a quarter to 11, his friends were saying their last toasts, some of them already about to leave. Himchan arched a brow as you placed the cake on the table, but said nothing about it. Instead, he brought up something else.

"Birthday boy has asked about you like twice already," he said, continuing to scan you up and down as you were trying to fix a few strands of your hair while looking at your reflection in the glass of a nearby cupboard.

"About where you were, why you weren't here," he continued as he saw you turning around at the mention of Daehyun, looking at him with wide eyes, "He sure looked like he couldn't wait for you to come."

You didn't answer, and simply kept looking at him, your expression sulking more and more with every passing moment. He shouldn’t have said this, it made you feel even worse.

"Okay.. How about you just go and find him now?" Himchan tried to turn the situation around for the better, seeing how you nodded in response lightly, "Just go grab your gift, put a smile on your face and charm him to death, or maybe not that much-"

"The gift.."

Himchan watched your world basically crumbling in front of your eyes as you realized you'd left the gift that you'd bought for Daehyun in your living room on the coffee table. All wrapped up nicely, ready to be taken along at any moment, except.. You forgot to do that.

If it.. If it wouldn't have been for that goddamn cake, everything would've went well..

"Hey, take it easy," you felt Himchan's arms wrapping around you protectively, but more than that, understandingly. Only then you noticed the single tear that had slid down your cheek. And the one that followed.

"There's nothing like ruined makeup before there's even a proper reason for it to be ruined. So come on. Get it together."

"Himchan, that goddamn cake," you sniffed, earning a compassionate "I know~" from him in response as he lightly swayed your frames from side to side, "You don't know how much I've been through today."

"I can imagine."

"All the cleaning, the disaster.. Just to forget everything else.. To mess up my looks and what’s more important - the gift, and.. I'm such a failure."

You let yourself sulk in his arms for another half a minute until he told you to simply accept your fate and try to make the best out of the situation - there was nothing you could change now. Himchan said that Daehyun would understand anyways, and sent you off to find him immediately after, glancing at you as you left first and then at the infamous cake that now oh so innocently graced the center of the table.

He wondered if that thing tasted good.

You found Daehyun on the balcony, knocking against the balcony door frame to catch his attention before walking in on him. He was leaning against the railings on his forearms, and he head turned around to face you. A mild smile was gracing his lips, though his eyes seemed a bit tired.

"Hey, you made it."

Your heart burst into pieces from that single phrase and the intonation it was said in, but you contained yourself and simply nodded, standing next to him and watching as he smiled at you again and then looked back ahead at the city in front of him. The buildings were so beautiful when they were graced by the regular nightly sky, accompanied with the shine of all types of lights and illuminations from all around.

"I thought you wouldn't come," he said first, hearing out your silent disagreement and excuses about being late before continuing, "And then I saw you in the living room and I wanted to come and talk, but you were busy with Himchan hyung.."

"E-excuse me..?"

He rose a brow, looking back at you and seeing the surprise in your eyes, leaving him puzzled. He was sure he had seen you with Himchan just now. Being all cuddly in the middle of his living room.

"I saw you like hugging and stuff. Did not want to walk in on something I wasn't supposed to walk into-"

"That godforsaken cake, I swear to god!!!”

Daehyun jumped at your sudden tone, and turned to you completely, straightening out his back. A cake? What were you even talking about? Whatever it was, it was clearly bothering you, because you sounded really irritated when you mentioned it. And very upset too.

"What cake are you talking about-"

"The cake that I was trying to make for you all day!" you exclaimed, at this point just letting all of your frustration out, not filtering your sentences at all, "I'm horrible at baking, but no, I had to make a cake for you, aah, I'm so stubborn! And now because of it I've stressed myself out by trying to remake the same thing countless times in a day, have ruined my hair twice today and it still probably does not look any better, have skipped on half my makeup routine, have forgotten your gift home like the true worst friend that I am and plus to all that you now think that I have a thing for Himchan, which is so absurd, considering the fact that the only reason I ever wanted to make the cake in first place was to maybe make you realize that I like you, and.."

And what?

Oh god, oh god no no no no no this had just happened. You watched his widening eyes and thought that this was it. The last big failure of the day - the ultimate one. The one you wouldn't be forgiven for, the one that wouldn't be forgotten. He looked terrified as he was staring back at you, which meant you had just basically told him something that creeped him out. And that meant that he didn't like you back-

"You.. Like me?"

You felt a wave of anxiety coursing through your whole body and cold sweat enveloping your palms as you slowly nodded in reply, realizing there was no way back now. The secret was out now, on display for him to see. No need to hide the truth.

"Oh my god, is this.. For real?"

Suddenly, you heard a loud bang coming from outside that scared you, and yelping, you somehow stumbled closer to his side. Daehyun did the same, and only then you realized that the thing that had scared you had been fireworks. Beautiful, stunning rays of light gracing the sky in different shapes and patterns, writing some colorful light into the summery darkness that had enveloped the city skies. This was either a joke, a prank, a well-planned setup or a total lucky coincidence, but fact is that it had happened just in time.

You looked back just to realize how close you were standing to Daehyun. His face was still lifted up to watch the beautiful lit up skies, the fireworks reflecting in his eyes and making him look so, so beautiful. It was hard not to look at him like this now, especially when it felt like all your ties could break apart any given moment.

But then, you felt his hands taking your own in his just to trail up your forearms the next moment, remaining comfortably rested on there. You thought you maybe even felt him pulling you a little closer, although maybe that was just imagination.

"You know you could've just bought the cake, silly," he slowly turned his head back, his face so close all of a sudden, his nose almost bumping into yours. His eyes still displaying affection, which gave you hope.

"I swear, you're the same as Himchan," Daehyun chuckled lightly as you rolled your eyes at him, and he bit his bottom lip, "He kept telling me the same."

"And you still gave it all to make it..”

"Because I wanted you to.. Know that I cared enough," you almost whispered, a little ashamed of your wording of the situation, but more confident in your feelings now that you had been a minute ago. If he hasn't ran off yet, that meant something.

"Daehyun, I-"

"(Y/N), I love you so much right now."

The words caught you off-guard, and so did the second round of fireworks that started firing just after a moment, but what immediately caught your attention was the way he silenced all of your replies you'd been thinking of telling him in return for that confession with something simple yet effective. With a kiss, that is.

It was a little bit of everything. A lite bit of sparks falling above and over your heads, a little bit of the hot summer evening that enveloped you two as you stood in the middle of his balcony doing things that hadn't been done here yet, but definitely would at times from now on. A little bit of the way you felt your grip on his jacket tightening, a little bit of how his arms slid around you to coax you into his warmth and hold you in a manner that told you to stay. A little bit of the taste of champagne what was still present in his mouth and a little bit of the smooching sounds that his lips made every time they disconnected from yours just to impatiently and longingly lock again a second later.

Those sound were adorable. He was adorable. He was a great friend. Something told you he would be better as a lover.

You were so thankful for making that goddamn cake at that moment, you promised to make it a monument or something once you’d be done here. Not that you could think about it too much while Daehyun was kissing you like that, but you decided to spare it a thought later.

"That was.."

"Amazing," Daehyun murmured, his forehead pressing against yours as he looked back at you, a little amused grin spreading across his face.

"I'm sorry for being late, and for the gift and everything."

"Forget it," he chuckled, leaving a tiny peck on your lips before smiling fondly and speaking on, "This is the best gift I could possibly imagine."

For a second, it seemed like he was about to lean in to claim your lips again, and you leaned in forwards to meet him halfway, your eyes already starting to flutter shut as you anticipated the moment you’d once again be able to get a taste of him.

Until a shriek from the balcony doorway ruined it.

"Don't mind me, I'm not even here," Himchan was scurrying away, with a mildly tipsy and very giggly Youngjae on his tail, "I saw nothing, you guys just continue where you left off-"

"The cake's good, by the way~~"

"Agreed," Himchan's tone matched Youngjae's for a second, and with a wicked smile he added, "At least it was worth your troubles, hmm?"

"Don't you.. Don't you dare eat the whole thing!?" Daehyun laughed out loud as he watched you screaming after his two friends who had just ruined you perfect cheesy moment, "Himchan, do you hear me!?"

"Ah, just let them go already," Daehyun's voice snapped you back to look at him and relax in his arms, getting back into the right mood as he started leaning closer again, "We were in the middle of something really important that I want to go back to now. Though after this... I wouldn't oppose to getting a slice of cake."

You just laughed at him, feeling so fuzzy and happy all of a sudden. For a disastrous day, it had sure ended well. It sure felt nice being tangled up with Daehyun like this. You sure wanted to do it again.

"Though I don't think the cake can possibly taste better than you~" he teased, and before you could object, kissed you again.

And again.

For the first time, on his birthday, under the moonlight and right before a much-earned slice of his favorite red velvet cake.

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Amber Sunrise: Chapter 6

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Gladio x Female OC, Prompto x Female OC

Rating: T (For now)

Words: 7,799

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A/N: So my intentions with this chapter are to have Gladio and Peri get to know each other while Peri get's more comfortable with the big guy. As always your comments are always appreciated. I will be going back to edit earlier chapters for continuity purposes.

“Oh man I can’t believe they said yes!” Prompto cheered as he and Gladio walked through the busy streets of Lestallum’s residential district.

Gladio shook his head with an amused smile “What would make you think they wouldn’t have said yes?”

“Dude…you’ve seen Sera…she’s gorgeous…waaaaay out of me league!” Prompto exclaimed.

“Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, a hot girl might be into you. I’ll admit, you’ve put some muscle on these last seven years…and the goatee gives you some character. Just because it isn’t Cindy’s bag doesn’t mean other girls won’t be into you.” Gladio laughed.

Prompto scratched the back of his head nervously “Well…I don’t think it was just me she wasn’t into. Come to find out…people of the male persuasion aren’t really her uh, bag….she’s actually been with someone for awhile…”

Gladio’s eyes widened “Shit…never would have guessed that. Good for her I guess…anyone we know?”

“Yeah, we know her pretty well…you know Jeanne right?” Prompto said nonchalantly.

“The power plant girl handling the power grid? Wow…never would have guessed that either. How do you know so much gossip and my sister, the queen of gossip in Lucis didn’t even know?” Gladio questioned.

“Oh Iris knew…pretty much everyone knows…where have you been big guy?” Prompto ribbed him.

“Where do you think I’ve been, kicking the shit out of daemons and keeping the lights on in this place.” Gladio said sarcastically.

“And wooing the locals…” Prompto smirked.

Gladio chuckled and shook his head “I haven’t exactly wooed her yet…you have a better shot at getting action tonight than I do.”

Prompto smirked “You really like her don’t you?”

Gladio looked away trying to hide the blush creeping up his face.

“You do…wow, now I need to meet the girl that has tamed the beast.” Prompto joked.

“I told you, no wooing yet. We’re just friends, I’m doing this double date more for you than me….I’m taking things slow, let her come to me yah know?” Gladio explained.

“Which I appreciate.” Prompto said placing his hand on his shoulder.

Soon Gladio stopped in front of a small cafe not far from the edge of the residential district. He turned to Prompto and turned his thumb out to the entrance.

“Ready?” Gladio asked him as they stopped on the stoop.

Prompto gulped nervously “As I’ll ever be…”

Gladio laughed as he clapped shoulder “Come on lover boy, let’s get you a girlfriend…”

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Peri sighed as she nervously bit her lip in the booth she was currently sharing with her sister. She looked across the table to see Sera’s blonde hair perfectly curled as she adjusted the straps on her yellow sun dress.

As Sera looked up she gave her sister an inquisitive look “What? Too much cleavage?”

Peri rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her seat “Too much everything…”

Sera laughed as she shook her head “Hey, I offered to do your hair and make up…you’re the one who decided to wear cargo pants and a tank top…an old tank top might I add.”

“You’re acting like this is a date.” Peri said dryly.

“Because it is a date. You have to make a good first impression. And before you shoot me down in your strange sense of denial, it is a date…a double date, with two guys rumored to be connected with the crown. He asked you to dinner Peri…after all the let down’s you’ve given him it’s a miracle he is still pursuing you.” Sera said knowingly.

Peri rolled her eyes “I don’t care what you say…this isn’t a date.”

Suddenly Peri looked up to see Gladio and Prompto enter the cafe, scanning the crowd before Gladio locked eyes with her and gave her a knowing smirk.

Peri sank back into the booth, blushing profusely as the boys approached them. Sera gave a small laugh before turning her attention to Gladio and Prompto, who had finally arrived.

“Well hello there boys, great to see you both again!” Sera said giving Gladio a wink and Prompto an unexpected friendly hug.

Prompto gulped nervously as he tentatively hugged her back “Ye…yeah…great to see you again too Sera.”

Sera pulled away before giving him a playful smirk “You know, for a minuet there I thought you didn’t enjoy our conversation together at the bar a few weeks ago. You went radio silent on me hun.”

Prompto gave a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his head “Yeah, sorry about that…just got caught up in some hunter things…”

“Well it’s alright, just don’t do it again ok?” Sera said giving him a wink as she sat back down, with Prompto sliding next to her.

Gladio turned his attention back to Peri giving her a cheeky smile “This seat taken?”

Peri rolled her eyes “Would you just sit down.”

Gladio without hesitation slide into the booth next to her, smiling a little to himself as he watched the blush creep up Peri’s cheeks as his hand accidentally brushed up against hers.

“Wow Sera, you looked beautiful…” Prompto said in awe as he looked her over.

“Not used to seeing you out of your work clothes.” Gladio added.

Sera smirked “Well you know, someone had to bring some sunshine on this gloomy night. Is it just me or does it seem like it’s getting even darker out than before? I didn’t think it could get any darker than it already was but…”

“Well, according to Iggy as the Scourge continues more plasma particles are released into the air and making things kind of foggy and…” Prompto began.

“Wow you sure know a lot about this stuff…” Sera said with a smile.

“Uh…well…not that much…I just overheard him talking about it on our last mission.” Prompto said nervously.

As the two continued talking Gladio turned to Peri giving her a warm smile “Well those two are hitting it off…you look amazing too…by the way.”

Peri bit her lip nervously “Thanks…I uh…guess you don’t look too bad either.”

“Oh this? Bah this isn’t anything special, just my casual look.” Gladio said jokingly.

Peri nodded silently as Prompto and Sera continued to converse in there own little world.

“So uh…how did the mission go?” Peri said as she fidgeted with her napkin.

Gladio shrugged “Good I guess. We eliminated the daemon nest and got back early, so a win all around.”

“Yeah but boy was it a doosey. For a minuet there I didn’t think we would make it back, but you really pulled through for us big guy in the end…” Prompto interjected.

“Wow that dangerous huh? Well it’s a good thing ya’ll made it back in one piece!” Sera said in shock.

“Well…it’ll take more than a daemon nest to take one of us out…well, at least Gladio. He’s like a tank!” Prompto said talking them up.

Gladio shrugged “Gotta put all my training to good use somehow…”

At that moment the waitress came by and took their order. Peri looked on as she watched the others order, distracted by Prompto’s comment about the mission. She barely knew Gladio, why did she feel this twinge of concern that he was facing such danger.

“And for you hun?” the waitress said tapping her pad.

Peri shook herself from her thoughts before making a last second decision on her order “Umm..I’ll have the meat skewers with the house ale…”

Gladio smirked “Copying me huh?”

“Wait what….” Peri said confused as the waitress took her menu from her.

Sera rolled her eyes in disappointment “Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course! I just…spaced out for a second. I worked overtime all week give me a break!” Peri said in her defense.

“Oh that’s right, big guy said you worked at the power plant. Cool, thanks for keeping the lights on!” Prompto said with a smile.

“Uh…sure…” Peri responded shyly.

Sera winked at Prompto flirtatiously as she turned her attention back to the group “So…is what I heard true? Ya’ll work for the crown?”

Prompto nearly spit his drink out at he mention of the crown. Gladio laughed amusingly at his friend as Peri looked on perplexed.

“No need to freak out Prompto…it’s not like we’re secret agents or something.” Gladio laughed.

Sera smirked “So it is true…whayda know…”

Peri narrowed her eyes, thinking back to when she saw Gladio before he left on his last mission. He was dressed in all black, with a skull motif on her shirt. Suddenly she made the connection.

“You guys….are Crownsguard…” Peri said starring back at Gladio.

The two nodded in confirmation.

“Yup, well, Gladio’s been in it a lot longer than me. I joined up so I could accompany my best friend to his wedding and…shit I said too much didn’t I Gladio?” Prompto said in a panic.

“Nah, we can trust them. They never gave me a reason not to…” Gladio said turning to Peri with a smile.

Peri bit her lip nervously as her sister continued to pry.

“Wedding? Wait, you’re not talking about the wedding are you? The wedding of Prince Noctis and Lady Lunafreya?!?” Sera said in an excited whisper.

Prompto clicked his fingers towards her with a wink “That’s the one….”

Sera sat back processing the information “Damn…so ya’ll are in deep with them huh? All this time I never guessed it.”

“I’m nothing special…I would have just been a lowly rank if we ever made it back to the Crown City. Gladio here has the real pedigree. He’s the Prince’s Shield!” Prompto exclaimed.

Sera turned to Prompto, giving him a warm smile “I am sure you wouldn’t be lowly…don’t sell yourself short!”

“She’s right you know. I’ve seen you’re work with a gun. He’s good with his fingers.” Gladio said with a wink.

Prompto blushed at his comment, knowing what he was insinuating. Sera turned to him and gave him a flirty smile “Oh yeah?”

“Did you really just say that?” Peri said with a groan.

Gladio gave a small laugh “Well it’s true. He’s good with his gun which means he’s good with his fingers.”

“Alright…no more of this please…our foods about to arrive and I would like to eat without regurgitation.” Peri said attempting to stop their flirting.

Sera shook her head “Aww Peri your no fun!”

At that moment their food arrived, causing Sera and Prompto to go off in the own little world again discussing Prompto’s love of photography, as Prompto took out his camera and snapped a shot of his dinner.

As Gladio took a bite of his meat skewer he turned to Peri and gave her a smile “Good right?”

Peri nodded as she took another bit in her skewer. Feeling an awkward silence between the two of them, Peri decided to speak up “So the Prince’s Shield huh?”

“Yup….I guess you could say it’s kind of like a bodyguard….although, my duties lie elsewhere now a days…” Gladio said trailing off.

Seeing it was a sore subject Peri decided to change topics “So the mission was pretty dangerous huh?”

“I guess, but we went with a group of seasoned Glaives who could handle it so it was no sweat. Did you ever think of joining the Glaive at one point? I mean, being a former hunter and all…” Gladio asked curiously.

Peri was silent for a moment as she thought about his question. She couldn’t lie to herself, she had as soon as she heard about the Glaives in Lestallum, but then Ollie died….and any sort of fighting became too painful for her to endure.

“I…had…” Peri said reluctantly.

Gladio raised his eyebrow curiously “Oh? What happened?”

“It’s a long story…but I decided the power plant could use my help more than the Glaives, and my dad got sick so…” Peri said as she took another bite into her food.

Gladio frowned “Oh…that sucks, I’m sorry…”

“It’s ok…he’s ok…umm sorta…he has his days….but you know he’s getting old and…” Peri rambled.

Gladio gave her a warm smile “Don’t worry, I got you. Illness sucks. My mom died when I was ten after catching this weird virus that infiltrated the wall. She wasn’t sick for long but…it was hard.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Peri said somberly.

Gladio shrugged “It was a long time ago…I’ve had time to process it so to speak.”

Peri nodded their group continued to converse. She didn’t know why she was so shocked to hear of Gladio’s own personal tragedy. Everyone’s got their own story of heartache in this world, but the way he carries himself you would never know.

“You know, if you ever need a model I would be happy to fill in for you…” Sera said giving Prompto a smile.

“Uh…yeah…yeah that would be great!” Prompto said stuttering.

Soon the waitress came by an cleared their table, coming back leaving the check. As Peri leaned forward to grab it Gladio snatched it from the tablet.

Peri frowned as she looked up at him “What are you doing…”

Gladio smirked “What do you think I’m doing? Prompto you owe me 400 Gil.”

“Oh, uh right….” Prompto said as he reached for his wallet and thew some Gil down.

Sera looked over at him with a smile “Well ain’t you just the gentleman.”

Prompto blushed at her comment as he shrugged “It’s nothing…thanks for the company.”

Peri scowled as she turned her attention to Gladio “You’re not paying for me.”

Gladio continued to waive her off “Too late, she already took the check.”

“Seriously…here please take the GIl.” Peri said shoving the bills at him.

Gladio pushed it back to her “I don’t want it…it’s my treat for you agreeing to come out tonight.”

“Gladio…we agreed this isn’t a….” Peri began but Gladio cut her off.

“I never said it was. Listen, if it makes you feel better you can pay another time ok?” Gladio said finally relenting.

Peri huffed “Ok, fine…”

At that moment the two noticed both Sera and Prompto missing from the table.

“Umm when did they…” Peri said looking around for her sister.

Gladio shrugged “Dunno…must have been while you kept insisting on giving me Gil for a dinner I insisted was my treat.”

Peri rolled her eyes and sigh as she motioned for Gladio to get up from their booth “Come on, maybe they are outside….”

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Meanwhile in an alleyway somewhere in Lestallum….

“Uh…Sera…are you sure it’s cool we just leave them alone like that?” Prompto asked worriedly as Sera pulled him into one of Lestallum’s back alley.

Sera waved him off “Absolutely. My sister may not be too good at showing it but she’s really into your friend.”

Prompto raised his eyebrow towards her “I dunno, she really seemed like she wanted to punch Gladio in the balls a few times during dinner.”

Sera stopped them, turning towards Prompto and backing them up until Prompto’s back hit the wall of an adjoining building. Nervously Prompto gulped as he starred back into her steel gray eyes.

“Trust me…she likes him. My sister doesn’t notice guys too often, and your friend has been on her mind ever since she met him at the power plant, even if it may be because she says she hates him.” Sera said placing her hands lightly on Prompto’s chest.

Prompto gave a nervous laugh “Oh, alrighty then…who am I to say you don’t know you’re own sister.”

“Exactly. Besides…maybe I wanted some alone time with the blonde man who has been occupying my thoughts for the last few weeks.” Sera said with a devilish smirk.

Prompto blinked confusingly before catching on to her and giving her a smirk in return “Oh…OH yeah, I got yah.”

With that Sera leaned in and pressed her lips to Prompto’s with vigor as they embraced each other in the darkened alley way.

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“Did they seriously just leave us?” Peri said scanning the area outside the restaurant for her sister and Prompto.

“Looks like it.” Gladio responded placing his hands in his pockets.

Peri gritted her teeth “I’m going to kill her when she get’s home…”

“At this rate it might not be till morning.” Gladio smirked.

“Really don’t wanna think about that…” Peri groaned.

There was silence between the two for a moment as they stood outside the restaurant.

“So…what now?” Gladio asked looking down at his boots.

“Well, dinners over so…I’ll just be making my way home now and…” Peri responded as she turned to leave. Before she could get too far Gladio rushed up to her grabbing her arm.

“Hey…I don’t even get a goodbye? Prompto and I bought you guys dinner, at least let me walk you home.” He said with a hopeful look.

Peri looked back at him with a slight frown. He was right, it was rude of her to storm off after he had extended himself like that. She gave a sigh as she turned to him “Ok, fine. As long as you don’t become a stalker.”

“Can’t make any promises…” Gladio chuckled.

“Gladio…” Peri growled.

“Ok, ok sorry just a joke. Besides, stalking isn’t really my style.” Gladio said with his hands up in defense.

Peri folded her arms and shook her head as they began to walk towards her apartment “I would beg to differ…”

“How would you know anyways? It’s not like you know that much about me.” Gladio retorted.

“I know plenty about you, believe me.” Peri fired back.

Gladio smirked “Oh yeah…name two things you know about me.”

Peri turned to him giving him a confident smile “You’re the prince’s bodyguard.”

“Shield…but how about something you didn’t just learn over dinner.” Gladio said with a small laugh.

Peri gave a defeated sigh before going back to thinking up another piece of information. After a few moments of deliberation Peri turned to him with another smile “You’re quite the ladies man.”

Gladio laughed “Or something you heard through rumors that seem to spread like wildfire around this place. But if it get’s you to smile like that again, I’m willing to let it slide.”

Peri quickly turned away from him blushing from his comment towards her. Gladio smiled back at her knowing he was the cause of her sudden change in demeanor. He had to admit, she was pretty cute when she blushed.

The two walked in silence for another block before Gladio snapped his fingers as if he had suddenly come to a realization.

“How about this, obviously we don’t know much about each other so why don’t we make a game of it?” Gladio said moving in front of her to face her as they walked.

“A game?” Peri said skeptically.

Gladio nodded “Yeah like a twenty questions sort of thing…or how ever many we can fit into the time it takes to get to your place. If either one of us doesn’t want to answer a question we can pass. No pressure…”

Peri hesitated for a moment, stopping in her tracks as she mulled over the idea before responding “I can ask any question?”

“Yep.” Gladio nodded.

“And I won’t get shit for not answering one of yours?” she asked.

“One hundred percent no shit from me.” Gladio said with a warm smile.

“Ok, fine.” Peri said in agreement.

Gladio fist pumped in victory “Alright! So, because I am such a gentleman I’ll let you go first.”

Peri thought for a moment before deciding on going easy for her first question “Favorite food?”

“Cup Noodles.” Gladio answered without hesitation.

Peri’s eyes widened at his response “Cup Noodles? Of any food in all of Eos you pick instant noodles?”

“Hey it’s not just instant noodles. It’s an experience. If you have the right ingredients, trust me, it’s something you never forget.” Gladio said in defense.

“Ok, ok…I get it.” Peri said as they continued to walk.

“Maybe if they ever start up production again I’ll show you…” Gladio said nonchalantly.

Peri looked over at him confused “What? I…”

“How about you? What’s your favorite?” Gladio said retorting her first question.

“Well…there used to be this cafe right at the edge of the city. They had these bread buns that were to die for…” Peri explained.

“Ah yeah I know the ones you’re talking about. They were pretty good, not as good as Cup Noodles though…” Gladio smirked.

“Whatever.” Peri said rolling her eyes.

Gladio laughed as he gave her a playful nudge “Ok, your turn Peri girl.”

Peri snapped her head turning to him “What…did you just…”

“It’s your turn to ask me something…” Gladio said as he watched her stare at him.

“What do you…uh, do in your spare time when you’re not on missions?” Peri asked hesitantly.

“Mainly recharge, help out with things around the city, catch up on my reading…” Gladio rattled off.

“You read?” Peri said surprised.

Gladio chuckled “Yup, nothing better than kicking back with a beer and a book. Why, you surprised or somethin’?”

“Well…you kind of don’t take me for the reading type…” Peri said look away.

“What kind of type do you take me for?” Gladio suavely.

Peri sighed and rolled her eyes “Forget it…”

Gladio chuckled “I get it…I know I look like the meat head muscle type. If you give me a chance I can show you I’m more than just that…”

Peri blushed unwillingly at his comment as they continued to walk.

“So what about you? Any hidden talents I should know about? You know…besides being badass with a sword.” Gladio asked her.

“Don’t really have time for hobbies.” Peri said bluntly.

“Come on…there has to be something…” Gladio said egging her on.

Peri sighed before finally answering him “Before the darkness…I used to garden.”

“Ah so you have a green thumb huh?” Gladio responded wiggling his thumb in the air.

Peri shrugged “I guess…it was a good way to unwind after a long hunt. We used to have a roof top garden but…well you know.”

Gladio nodded “Right…”

They continued walking, albeit in silence. Gladio looked at her and gave her a playful nudge “Unless we’re at your place it’s your turn for a question.”

Peri shook herself out of her own thoughts and gave him a quick nod. After a moment she turned him, finally thinking of her next question “Any other Family I don’t know about?”

“Just a younger sister, Iris.” Gladio said matter of factly.

Peri thought for a moment before something clicked in her head “She’s not…Iris the daemon slayer is she?”

Gladio chuckled “Yup, the one and only. I guess you can say fighting runs in the family.”

Peri slowly nodded as she absentmindedly asked her next question “What about your dad? I mean I know about your mom but….”

Gladio frowned as he turned away from her for a moment. He gave a sad sigh as he ran his fingers through his long dark brown locks “My dad….he was killed during the treaty signing.”

Peri bit her lip nervously “Oh…I’m…I’m sorry. That…really sucks loosing both parents…”

“It’s cool…that’s life though right?” Gladio said as he looked off into the distance.

“My mom died when Sera was two…my dad…got injured in a hunting mishap and had to retire early. He opened up the tavern in town as a second career but…as the years went on his lingering injuries got worse and Sera ended up taking over most of the regular duties. I help out when I can but…” Peri rambled out to a stunned Gladio.

“That sucks…I’m sorry…” Gladio said with a frown.

“It’s fine…that’s life right?” Peri said firing back his words from earlier.

Gladio nodded with a small smile “Yeah…”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Peri spoke up again “Aren;t you going to ask me something?”

“Nah…you kind of answered a question before…even if the answer was unsolicited. I’ll let you go again.” Gladio said with a smirk.

Peri hummed to herself as she tapper her chin. She had to admit, she was kind of enjoying this.

“If you’re such a lady killer why are you still single?” Peri asked curiously. If the rumors were true it didn’t make sense that he hadn’t hooked up with someone long term by now.

Gladio smirked “ I wouldn’t exactly call myself a lady killer perse…more socially open. And I never said I was single.”

Peri rolled her eyes at him “Really Gladio? You just took my sister and I out on a double date and you’re not single?”

“So you agree this was a date then?” Gladio said with a wide smile.

“Gladio…” Peri groaned at him.

“Ok, ok…sorry couldn’t resist.” he laughed as they continued walking.

Peri frowned “You still didn’t answer my question…”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed my life style isn’t exactly good for long term relationships. I’m gone a lot…sometimes for months at a time. Most women want more commitment from there guy than what I can give them and end it within the first few months.” Gladio explained.

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right one…” Peri commented as they rounded the corner to her apartment building.

Gladio looked down at her and gave her a warm smile “Maybe…”

Peri looked up to see they reached her family’s flat “Well, this is me…uh, thanks for the dinner and what not…”

“Hey wait…aren’t you gonna explain to me why you’re still single?” Gladio said reaching out to her.

Peri bit her lip nervously “I…it’s complicated…”

Gladio folded his arms and gave her a smirk “I got some time…”

At that moment the door to Peri’s apartment swung open to reveal her father standing in the passage way. Peri looked over in horror as she watched her father rub the sleep out of his eyes and look between the two.

“Back already? Where’s Sera?” Frank said with a yawn.

Peri gave a heavy sigh as she responded “She…took a detour…she should be home soon.”

“Ah…well you know yer sister…maybe it’ll be in the morning.” Frank said shaking his head.

Gladio chuckled “See…I’m not the only one.”

Frank cranked his neck up, meeting Gladio’s gaze “And who is this spry young man?”

“Gladiolus sir. I was just making sure your daughter got home alright. Uh, your other daughter is with my friend Prompto…he’s pretty harmless so you don’t have anything to worry about…” Gladio said with a laugh.

Frank extended out his hand “Ahh, so you’re the famous Gladio I’ve overheard my daughters talking about…names Frank…I’m Peri and Sera’s father…”

Gladio took the man’s hand and gave it a firm shake “Pleasures all mine sir.”

Peri looked back between Gladio and her father. It was almost nauseating how polite he was being with him.

“The kettle’s still on…why don’t you come on in for a few minuets?” Frank asked him with a warm smile.

Gladio turned to Peri, silently seeking permission before accepting.

Peri gave a defeated sigh before gesturing to the door “Come on in…”

The group walked in as Frank lead them into the kitchen “So…you got a last name son?”

“Amicitia.” Gladio said without thinking.

Frank stopped in his tracks as he heard Gladio’s answer. Peri looked over to see her father in deep thought.

“Amicitia huh? Are you apart of the same Amicitia family from the Crown City?” Frank asked looking away from them.

“Yes sir. The one and only…” Gladio responded without hesitation.

Peri felt now was a good time to interject between the two “He’s actually the Prince’s shield papa.”

“Well, my duties are suspended until he returns…when he returns…” Gladio emphasized.

“Prince’s shield huh? Then you must be related to Clarus then.” Frank responded reflectively.

Gladio nodded “Yes…he was my father…”

Frank frowned “Was huh? Shit…must mean he didn’t make it out of the city then…can’t say I’m surprised. Figured by now he would have popped up her in Lestallum otherwise…and from what I remember he was attached at the hip to the king.”

“Did…you know my father?” Gladio questioned intrigued.

Frank nodded “Yep…Clarus and I go way back to our training days. He whooped my ass a few times here and there…but what else would you expect from the future captain of the Crownsguard?”

Gladio rubbed his chin “Dad never mentioned he knew anyone outside the wall…”

“Probably because we knew each other inside it. After I left the Crown City we lost touch…I don’t even think he knew where I was at after that…” Frank explained.

“Why did you leave?” Gladio asked curiously.

Frank smiled “It’s a long story son…maybe I’ll tell it to you another time.”

Gladio nodded as Peri handed them both mugs of hot tea. Frank gladly took his mug and raised it to them “I’ll be on to bed now…don’t keep my daughter up too late son.”

“Don’t worry, just going to finish my tea and be on my way. Thank you for allowing me into your home.” Gladio said with a nod.

Peri looked back at him giving him a skeptical look, she couldn’t believe he was buttering up her father.

Frank chuckled before leaving “You got manners, Clarus dun taught you right. Hope to see you around son.”

One her father was gone from the kitchen Peri gritted her teeth in annoyance “What the hell was that?!?”

“What do you mean? You heard the man, I was being polite.” Gladio smirked.

“Oh no, no, no, no…you’re not slithering your way into my life by buttering up my pops.” Peri said waiving her finger in front of him.

Gladio gently grabbed her waggling finger, stopping her motion and gave her a smirk “Oh I was well into your life way before the buttering…”

Peri yanked her hand away and frowned, knowing he was right “Well…whatever…I just agreed to one dinner, that was it…this is the last time…”

“Do you really want this to be the last time?” Gladio questioned her as he sipped his tea.

Peri gave a heavy sigh as she looked down into her mug “I…listen, my life was going fine until you barged your way into it. Now it’s like no matter what I do I can’t get rid of you!”

Gladio put his mug down before he walked over to her, lifting her chin. Peri’s gray eyes widened as she started back into his bright amber ones.

“You want to know what I think? I think you talk a lot of talk but in reality…you really don’t feel that way. I don’t know the reason why yet, but if you really wanted to be rid of me you could have easily denied any of my suggestions, ended conversations, not have accepted my free drink at your family bar. And the truth being,I would have backed off. You know that, I know that…I think tonight proved that. So why fight it?” Gladio said with a confident smirk.

Peri froze for a moment before moving away from him, crossing her arms and shaking her head “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Gladio laughed as he went back to drinking his tea.

Peri rolled her eyes as she picked up her mug and gulped down her drink, hiding the blush in her cheeks that was slowly creeping up. He was right, and she hated that fact.

At that moment the two looked up to see Sera stumble through the front door of the flat. Nonchalantly she took off her heels and left them by the door, as she looked up Peri couldn’t help but notice her sisters kiss swollen lips and the light love bit on her collar bone.

Sera looked up at them and smirked “Damn, and here I thought I was going to be the one to bring a guy home tonight, bravo sister.”

Peri groaned as she rolled her eyes “He’s not staying, he’s leaving as soon as he is done with his drink.”

Sera winked “Right…”

“Seems like you and Prompto had a pretty good time tonight.” Gladio smirked.

“You could say that…well, good night sister, Gladio…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Sera cheered as she walked out of the room.

Peri sighed “She is a menace…”

“Nah, she’s just having fun teasing you…” Gladio laughed.

As they both finished their tea Peri couldn’t help but look up at Gladio’s scars, even way back when she first saw him at HQ they intrigued her.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked as he took her mug from her and placed it in the sink.

“Umm…kind of?” Peri said not thinking of her answer.

Gladio mockingly clutched his heart “Ouch…my wounded pride. How will I ever look at myself in the mirror again.”

“Vain much?” Peri said raising her eyebrow skeptical.

Gladio laughed and waived her off “Nah I’m just joking with yah. I’ve had these bad boys for years now. Kind of grew to like em, something about upping my danger factor with the ladies.”

“How did you get them?” Peri blurted out.

Gladio pointed up to his left eye “This bad boy, protecting the prince from some jerk with a broken beer bottle at a bar in Insomnia.”

“What about the other one?” Peri asked quietly.

Gladio smirked “Would you believe me if I told you Gilgamesh?”

“Gilgamesh? Umm now I think you are full of shit…” she said skeptically.

“Ask the Marshall…he’ll vouch. I got a matching one on across my chest too. Home boy doesn’t play.” Gladio laughed.

“I’ll pass.” Peri said waiving him off.

Peri walked him to the door as Gladio finally calmed his laughter “Well, thanks for the tea…and you know letting me in and letting me meet your old man.”

“Never intended you to meet my old man, or invite you in for tea.” Peri rebutted.

“Right…we’ll kind of funny our dads knew each other…don’t you think?” Gladio said nonchalantly.

“I guess…who would have thought…” Peri said unenthused.

“Was your dad in the Crownsguard or…” Gladio began before Peir cut him off.

“My dad doesn’t talk much about his time in the Crown City so I wouldn’t know.” she said quickly.

“Oh…ok, I get it…touchy subject.” Gladio said looking away.

Peri sighed “Not for me…for him. My father left the Crown City thirty years ago and never looked back….became a hunter, met my mother and settled here in Lestallum. I don’t ask him about it because any time I brought it up he would change the subject.”

Gladio nodded silently in thought “Kind of ironic both of our dads knew each other.”

Peri rolled her eyes “Don’t think too much into it. It’s just a coincidence.”

“I dunno…I think it’s more like fate…” Gladio smirked.

“Annnnd now it’s time for you to go. Goodnight Gladio.” Peri said cutting him off as she turned to go back into the house.

Before she got too far Gladio grabbed her by the arm to stop her “Hey wait…I had a good time tonight. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

Peri turned around to face him, a hopeful look on his face as he looked down at her.

“It…wasn’t bad. I’ll admit it.” Peri said said to him with a small smile.

Gladio smiled back before he pulled her into a big bear hug. Peri blushed at the sudden contact as he released her. With one final wave Gladio turned to leave. Before he got to far she called out to him “I’ll umm…text you?”

Gladio turned to face her again and smiled as he responded “Yeah…sounds good.”

With that Gladio turned to continue his walk back to his place. He couldn’t help but smile knowing that he made progress tonight. She was opening up, and seemed to be trusting him more.

“Hey big guy!” he heard a voice call out.

Gladio turned to see Prompto running up to him.

“So, looks like you had a good time tonight.” Gladio smirked as he noticed the fresh love bites on Prompto’s neck.

Prompto gave a happy sigh “Amazing…Sera is amazing…she’s smart, funny, driven. She get’s our whole deal working on Cor’s missions. I think I’m in love dude.”

Gladio chuckled “Slow it down there buddy, you only went on one date.”

“But you don’t get it. I’ve never clicked with anyone like that before! Well…not since I met Noct. It just, feels right you know?” Prompto explained.

“Yeah, I got yah.” Gladio said acknowledging him.

“I mean, I figured you would get it…with you pursuing Sera’s sister and all. She must mean something to you if you haven’t moved on yet. I have to admit, she doesn’t really seem like your type.” Prompto admitted.

“Yeah…I know…but there’s just something with her…I can’t figure it out, but hopefully now that she’s more open with me I will.” Gladio commented as they continued their way back to their apartments.

Prompto turned to him with a smirk “So how did the rest of your date go after we left you? I mean you’re coming back from her house soooo…”

“Well I met her father…” Gladio smirked.

“Whoa….what kind of a guy is he? Anything I should be worried about?” Prompto said nervously.

Gladio shook his head “Nah…you’ll be fine. Trust me he will love you.”

Prompto let out a sigh of relief “Thank the astrals…because I was really nervous for a moment when she told me he used to be a hunter.”

Soon they approached Gladio and Iris’s flat and Gladio said goodbye to Prompto with a waive. As he made his way up the stairs he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought about his night. The more he got to know about her the more he felt this inexplicable pull to her. He had never felt that way about a girl before and if he was being honest with himself it freaked him out, but on the other hand he was excited to see where this relationship with Peri would bring him.

One thing he knew for sure though…he was going to see Peri Lorenzi again, and the only thing he could hope for was that she was feeling the same pull to him as he was to her.

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The Perfect Date (A Human Resources One Shot)

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Summary: Anna has to make an appearance at that damn wedding flying solo.

I surveyed myself critically in the mirror. My mother had vetoed the little black dress I’d brought from DC with me, saying black wasn’t appropriate at a summer wedding. Thankfully, Lizzie lived in Vancouver now, as opposed to across the street from Mum and Dad’s place at home as she had when we were growing up. And to her credit, Vancouver had incredible shopping. I’d taken a walk down Robson the afternoon I’d arrived and found the perfect replacement dress. It was halter style, with a contrast band under the bust and a flowy A-line skirt that was to the floor. It was made of some slinky fabric that hugged at my good curves and ignored the wiggly flawed bits, and the colours were perfect for a summer affair, hot pink and purple horizontal stripes that initially had gone against everything I believed about clothing, but once the dress was on, I was sold.

I stepped back and took the whole picture in. I’d splurged when I got up and popped into the salon in the hotel and had the wave in my hair tamed into loose, sexy curls. Once I’d told her about how Jack had dumped me because I wanted him to come to the wedding with me, the stylist convinced me to let one of the estheticians do my make-up. She was determined to make me just a hair less stunning that the bride, so I’d score a wedding hook-up.

I was not opposed to the idea. I’d been at odds with myself since Jack had dumped me, and apart from my disastrous Karaoke night out with Erin, I hadn’t allowed myself to have any kind of fun yet. I was finished grieving my relationship, I was at home in my favourite city on the planet, and I was totally going to pull at my cousin’s wedding. Her NHL fiancé had a crapload of gorgeous friends, and when I’d covertly checked out their stats on the team website, most of them even had all their teeth.

I looked damn fucking good. Too good for Jack, and good enough for whatever hockey player caught my eye. I was ready to take this wedding by storm. I met Mum at her room and did a showy turn for her.

“You look lovely. Much better choice, and it’s just casual enough you won’t risk upstaging Lizzie,” Mum nodded and looked me over. “Such a shame your fellow turned out to be such a dud.”

“I feel confident in saying I am finally over that, Mum.” We headed down to the street to catch a cab to the ceremony. It was the perfect sunny summer day in Vancouver. It was warm, and there was a gentle breeze coming off the inlet that kept the sun from feeling too hot. The park was a riot of flower blossoms. Even the trees were dripping late spring blooms. The perfumed fragrance of the air added to my list of reasons why I was pleased to have come, even as the pathetic singleton cousin. It was Mum’s first family affair since Dad died, and even with the dread of being newly single haunting me, I couldn’t leave her to face a big family gathering on her own.

The ceremony was short. Lizzie was stunning, and her fiancé, Ryan, shed tears as she walked down the aisle. He was big and broad through the shoulders, and rugged. Everything a beer commercial made you think a man should be. And he wept when he saw my little cousin in her beautiful white dress, train trailing down the grass as she walked toward him. It was like the happy ending of a Disney movie, it was so perfect. I felt the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes and thought that maybe I wasn’t completely over Jack. Mum squeezed my hand, as though she could read my mind.

“I’ve always cried at weddings, and your father was the love of my life. You aren’t crying over Jack, Annie.” It was exactly the right words, at precisely the right moment. Ryan kissed Lizzie and his best man whooped a huge cheer, bringing the rest of the guests to their feet with laughter and applause.

The bar opened at the reception an hour later, and I thanked Ryan’s freshly renegotiated contract for the open bar. I brought Mum and Gin and Tonic and then made my way over to the cluster of cousins that was grouped at the edge of the bar. Kyla, Lizzie’s sister, threw her arms around me.

“Annie-bananie! I am so glad you are here! Mama was worried you wouldn’t come after that business with your ex. You look amazing. And so very over him!” She was effusive. I ordered a drink and smiled, willing the flush out of my cheeks. My family all knew I’d been dumped over this wedding; I didn’t need to be embarrassed. But I was. I wasn’t embarrassed I’d been dumped though. I was embarrassed I’d shown such bad judgment that I’d been with Jack for a year before realizing he was the kind of guy to dump me over a wedding.

“Good lord, Kyla, you’re a grown-up!” I exclaimed. She was taller than I remembered. The glasses had been replaced by contacts and she’d filled out from the stick figure teen she’d been into something very distinctly curvy. She winked and grabbed her boobs.

“I’ve almost caught up to you!” She teased. “I’ve got the Smith curves too.” The hourglass shape my mother and aunt were notorious for hadn’t missed a single one of us. I was the only blonde in the mix, something I’d pulled from my Dad’s side. I turned to check out the other guests, and Kyla followed suit. Apparently she was on the prowl too. I caught the eye of the best man and smiled, then turned back to the bar for a refill.

“Kyla, the best man. What’s his story?”

“That’s Fraser Warner. He’s the second string goalie. Total lady-killer, terminally single,” she provided. I smiled at her and looked back at him. He had the same ridiculously broad shoulders that Ryan had. They were so broad I had to wonder if he didn’t have his shoulder pads on under his tux. His waist was narrow and his butt was exquisite. You could probably bounce a quarter off it. And goalies were flexible. Target acquired. I made eye contact with him again and smiled slowly. He didn’t waste any time in heading in my direction.

“I’m Fraser. Best Man. And you are?” He was even more handsome up close.

“Anna. Cousin of the bride.”

“Are you the American cousin?” His smile got broader. I laughed, and chose not to be embarrassed that he knew who I was.

“I’m not American. I work in DC,” I offered. “Apparently my reputation precedes me.”

“Elizabeth was worried you weren’t going to come. She asked me to keep an eye out for you,” he grinned.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I wasn’t as amused anymore. He looked a little puzzled.

“I don’t follow.”

“Young guy like you, you could probably have any of the girls here. And you got stuck as the pity flirt for the bride’s spinster cousin,” I filled in. Lizzie had always been able to needle me in exactly the right way to make me feel like I was less than she was. And she’d managed to figure out how to do it and seem like she was being thoughtful this time.

“You guys are the same age. I’d hardly qualify you as a spinster, Anna. And I really don’t mind. Particularly now that I’ve had a chance to take a good look at you,” he shrugged. “You’re a lot hotter than Elizabeth let on.”

I wanted to scream. And throw my drink in his face. And kick him in the junk and then proceed over to Lizzie to tear her hair out. So I guess I wasn’t exactly ready to be out on the prowl. I gritted my teeth and smiled vacantly up at Fraser. It was a shame I was just a favour he was doing to my cousin because it completely ruined it for me. And I still had to make it through the whole reception, not just the bloody cocktail hour. Fraser took my smile as an invitation, and ran a hand down my arm. His touch was light and under normal circumstances, I would have found it a turn on. He squeezed my fingers and then ran his hand across my ass. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

“We could get out of here. The reception is still about an hour away,” he suggested. I smiled and leaned away, suddenly feeling really dirty.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Fraser.” I glanced across the room, looking for my mother. I was totally going to use her as an excuse to get away from this uncomfortable situation. I found her just as I saw her leaving the room. She was probably going to take a nap. I looked over to Kyla and saw her deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of the other groomsmen.

“Let me get you another drink, baby,” he purred into my ear. I felt a tiny shudder of revulsion. As soon as he stepped back toward the bar, I wiggled my way out of the crowd of people near me and headed toward the doors. There were tables set up between the bar and the door, and there were groups of people sitting enjoying themselves, away from the crush of the open bar. I slowed my hasty departure as I wound my way through the tables. I had just reached the far side of the tables when a hand dropped onto my shoulder.

“Good plan, honey. Let’s sit and talk, away from the crowd,” Fraser’s strong grip steered me to the nearest table. He pulled out a chair for me. I probably should have felt threatened, but I didn’t. I knew that his career was far too important for him to risk doing anything that I could say was the use of force, so other than the awkward let down I was going to be forced to give, I wasn’t actually concerned. I took the offered drink and took a sip. Cheap rye. Ick.

“So Fraser, tell me. How long have you been playing professional hockey?” I decided the best way to let him down was to turn the conversation away from innuendo and toward idle small talk.

“Six years now.”

“Always for Vancouver?”

“No, I was playing on the farm for a couple years. I got called up two years ago, and have been here since. I like Vancouver. The girls are pretty, the winters are mild.” He ran his hand up my arm again and I had to resist the urge to break his fingers. I had closed my posture, and was no longer acting interested.

“And it’s a good team to play for?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “Are you sure I can’t show you to my room? I really wasn’t expecting you to be so beautiful.” His hand moved to my thigh.

“I –“ I stumbled over my words. “I’m flattered, Fraser –“

“Anna! I’ve been looking for you. My flight just got in about forty minutes ago, I’m so sorry I’m late.” A pair of lips dropped to my cheek and I looked up, stunned. Agent Coulson was standing there, looking better than I have ever seen him looking. His suit was pressed and fit him perfectly. His tie somehow had exactly the right shade of purple in it to match my dress. I tried to mask my confusion and stood up.

“Phil?” I wasn’t sure if it came out as a question because I was so surprised to see him or because I wasn’t sure if that actually was his first name, he’d been Agent Coulson for the entire two years I’d been at SHIELD. He kissed my cheek again, and slipped an arm around my waist, effectively cutting Fraser off from me. He held his hand out to introduce himself. Fraser stood and shook it.

“Hi, I’m Phil Coulson. Anna and I,” he paused and gave a knowing look to Fraser, “we know each other from work. I hadn’t been to Vancouver before so as soon as Anna asked if I wanted to join her, I jumped at the chance.”

“Sure, yeah,” Fraser nodded. “It was super nice to meet you, Anna. I’ll let you catch up with your date.”

Fraser walked back toward the bar, and I felt myself flushing with embarrassment and a little bit of anger. It figured that a big fucking caveman like Fraser would only back down if another man laid claim to me. And Coulson had absolutely laid claim to me. I turned to face him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. He grinned, unrepentantly.

“Winning a bet,” he laughed.

“Against whom?” I demanded.

“I bet you a hundred bucks you wouldn’t remember inviting me to this wedding as your date. There’s an ATM in the lobby if you need to get some cash,” he teased. I shook my head.

“Karaoke night?” I asked. He nodded. “I’ll pay you later. In the meantime, you’d better be the perfect fucking date, Coulson.”

“Oh, this is more than a wedding date. You promised hiking, a picnic at the beach and run along the seawall,” he laughed. His laugh was warm and it didn’t make me feel like an idiot.

“I don’t run. I wouldn’t have promised you a run on the seawall.” I felt a little dizzy and sat back down.

“You were very drunk. And very insistent.” His eyes danced with amusement. They were actually really nice eyes.

“I’m flying home tomorrow afternoon. I don’t have time for hikes and picnics, let alone running the damn seawall,” I complained. He put his hand on my arm and gave a light squeeze of reassurance.

“Raincheck then. In the meantime, I will be the perfect date. Right now that means making sure that your catty cousins see you leaving with me for a quickie before the reception starts.” He slid his arm around my waist and led me toward the elevator.

“Wait, a what?” I turned to face him once the elevator doors closed. He pushed the number for my floor and turned to grin at me again. His eyes crinkled around the edges and I was a little lost. I’d always had a thing for the slightly older guy. I would guess Coulson was in his late thirties, compared to my twenty-five. He had clearly defined smile lines and coupled with the strong jaw, I was a little melty.

“A quickie.” His gaze roved up and down my body and I almost felt naked.

“Oh, I know I didn’t promise that!” I exclaimed. Coulson started to laugh and shook his head.

“So not only are you losing a hundred bucks for your drunken bet, but I think this should be a lesson to you about the dangers of excessive alcohol consumption,” he teased. I flushed and looked at the floor.

“You’re kind of a dick, Coulson,” I muttered, but there was no anger to my words.

“Ms. Ellis, look at me,” he demanded. I looked up, and he put his hand on my cheek. “You were a mess that night. It was my honour to escort you home because I don’t know if you could have made good choices on your own. But I’m not such an idiot that when I pretty girl asks me on a date I’ll say no. Even when it’s against my better judgment.”

“But you knew I wouldn’t remember.” I leaned my cheek against his hand. We were being highly unprofessional.

“You needed the reassurance,” he smiled again. I led him down the hall to my room and opened the door. I wanted him to touch me again, but I honestly didn’t trust myself to allow it. I sat on the chair and crossed my legs, closing my posture up. Coulson noticed, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me, his fingers interlaced and braced between his knees.

“Ground rules, Coulson,” I demanded.

“I will be attentive, and make sure your drink is full, without allowing you to drink too much. I will dance with you. I will play up the crowd if you catch the bouquet, and even though I think it’s ridiculous, I will participate in the garter toss. No one will ever suspect we aren’t in a relationship,” he offered.

“Okay. And all I owe you is the hundred bucks from losing this bet?” I clarified.

“Yes.”

The reception went off without a hitch. The dinner was good, Coulson was as attentive as he’d promised. My mother loved him, although she did point out that he was a little old when he was up at the bar getting drinks. Lizzie found me and threw her arms around me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d already snagged another guy? He’s cute. A little old, but cute,” she kissed my cheeks loudly.

“It a fairly recent development,” I lied. Coulson handed me my drink. Lizzie took the opportunity to fling her arms around him as well. She was a bit drunk.

“You promise me that you’ll treat my cousin better than the last schmuck!” She pointed her finger in his face and swayed a little.

“Promise.”

“Good! I’m going to toss my bouquet now! Come on, Annie-bananie!” She grabbed my arm and hauled me up to the dance floor where the other girls were starting to congregate. Fraser helped her up onto a chair and she turned her back to us and threw the bouquet up in the air. I wasn’t even trying to catch it. It fell right into my hands. I glanced back at Phil apologetically. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He stepped forward into the crowd of guys to await the garter toss, and closed his eyes when it was tossed. He reached up and the garter caught on his finger. Lizzie shrieked.

“Oh my god, how perfect! That’s my cousin’s boyfriend!” She squealed. “Kiss her, Phil!” She ran over to Coulson and started pushing him toward me. I panicked and tried to back away, but once they got close enough, Phil placed a hand on my arm and looked at me. It was so serious a look I stopped.

“I promised I would be the perfect date,” he warned. Lizzie was jumping up and down screeching for us to kiss. I sighed and nodded. He cupped my face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss me quickly. He pulled away almost before it started.

“I said kiss her, Phil!” Lizzie demanded. I bit my lip and mouthed “I’m sorry” to him. He shook his head and leaned forward again. This time, when his lips met mine, they met slowly. His tongue traced my bottom lip tentatively, and a jolt of lust hit me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. One of his hands slid from my face to my shoulder, then he pulled me hard against his chest. I could hear the crowd screaming and cheering but it was background noise, like we were in a different room. He suddenly broke the kiss.

“That’s more like it!” Lizzie clapped us both on the back. I tried to catch my breath, wilted bouquet in one hand, and looked at Coulson, who looked as surprised as I was. A silence fell across the dance floor, almost as if everyone was waiting for us to kiss again. Coulson’s phone suddenly rang, breaking the trance. He answered it and walked off the dance floor, listening to what was being said. I followed him to the edge of the room, and waited for him to get off the call.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Ellis, I have to go,” he offered. I nodded. He stepped close and pulled me into an embrace. I wasn’t sure that anyone was watching us any longer, so I wasn’t sure he needed to. He pressed his lips against my forehead and when he pulled out of the hug, I looked up, unsure of how to proceed.

“Uh, thanks?” I hoped I didn’t sound like an idiot. I felt like one. I felt like I wanted to kiss him again. He pulled me back again and kissed me one more time, hard and forceful, like he wanted to kiss me, not just because he was doing undercover work. My hand flew up to my mouth when we broke apart.

“I’ll see you soon, Ms. Ellis.” He turned and left the ballroom.

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A bit of background first. I'm 28 and my girlfriend is 24. We've been going out for about 3 years and have a genuinely great relationship. This ranks as the single hottest night of my life and I want to write it down to remember it. My girlfriend is from a town outside of London. Over the past summer we've been going back to her family home quite often. It makes a change from the city and she's close to them so we take advantage of the nearby countryside and the free food her mother inevitably supplies. The town isn't so small that everyone knows each other but she knows enough people that she'll find out about the fun things happening. On one of these visits in July, she heard about a friend of a friend throwing a party that Saturday evening. To begin with she wasn't sure she wanted to go as it didn't sound like she'd know many people there. However, after we'd walked for hours, had a little midday nap, and then spent a while longer with her family, we decided we'd go along and see. 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Entry 3 - A Confrontation

Xero couldn’t help but to laugh. Only once had he had run into anyone who took a chance out in the Dunes and he hadn’t seen them since, he merely assumed they had died. “I may not have many people who know the” he threw up some air quotes as he spoke “Ruthless Absolute Xero, but these here people of Ergasia surely know my name. I don’t know how far it’s traveled beyond here but…” His words trailed off giving a casual shrug. “I don’t really understand how you got the impression I am a commoner who can’t hold their own. I am certainly not.” Xero grit his teeth realizing she was no longer listening to him. The bored and dreamy look on her face made him more irritated than her words. He was used to entertaining everyone and anyone, the fact she saw him as a pest got under his skin.

Link seemed to be reacting to the crowd, their ever growing numbers and whispers that turned into loud conversations. Xero watched her movements like a hawk, and decided letting her mocking words of how he ruined her mood go. He knew petty grudges like that was something not to be upset about, as everyone says something stupid every once and awhile. The thought of her rushing him had him nervous, but he could only assume her ego could get so big before it came down. It was all speculation at this point, the giant slayer or whatever seemed to be a bit of a wild card. Her relaxed posture only made him tighten his up. “Well, Link, or should I call you Slicer? It doesn’t really matter..” He gave a small shrug rolling his eyes before continuing. “I was about to leave the city for a few weeks before you decided to show up. And boy am I glad I waited one more day before going because this is a huge honor. You know.” His words were dripping with sarcasm...mostly. “I had only assumed you weren’t so pompous. I am a bit disappointed. And the fact you judged a book by it’s cover makes my heart hurt even more...Oh...The paaaaain….” He gripped his chest and placed a hand on his head before letting a large grin spread onto his boyish face.

Link Slicer scoffed. He called himself by a nickname. Adorable how we wishes to empower himself in the face of a legend. “I apologize, ‘Ruthless Absolute Zero’, but in my domain, the word of petty and egotistical players that find themselves asserting dominance in the weakest area in the game doesn’t grace my ears.” Link Slicer couldn’t help but turn that smug and unamused blank face of her up into a smirk. He sure got angry easily, granted, Link Slicer did too. It excited her the way the ‘Ruthless Absolute Zero’ seemed so on edge. He was being cautious. Perhaps he even feared Link Slicer’s power. Such would be quite valid around here.

Typical of a giant slayer, Link Slicer paced back and forth as the two jeered at one another. She was sizing him up, always ready to move in case he fancied his chances with an attack. Of course, Link Slicer showed absolutely no fear and no nerves. It was almost off putting how serenely calm she outwardly appeared to be. No, she didn’t have nerves of steel, but for one of The Legend’s first public appearances, Link Slicer wouldn’t dare show a single hint of weakness. Link Slicer winced as the man spoke. Link or Slicer… Does he have the audacity? He thoughts ran rampant with a short surge of anger, and it was most definitely evident upon her visage as she gritted her teeth. Those who knew Link Slicer casually in Ergasia knew her for more than just her secrecy. That stare of hers… There was no better example of ‘looks that could kill’ than Link Slicer. The way she leered through an individual as if killing them with her mind was all too frightening. Perhaps her necromantic fear aura had something to do with it, but there was a slight hush in the uproar of chatter. Her acquaintances called it ‘The Death Stare’.

“... It’s Link Slicer, and it’s nothing else. Respect your superiors…” The girl paused, a massive multitude of insults and remarks formulating and cultivating themselves like a cancerous growth. She was all but ready to jeer back at this Xero, but he spoke up once again. Damn right it’s an honor. Link Slicer fixed her posture, the leering glare melting from her face as she looked left and right into the crowds. “Oh, I apologize, Zero. Did you think you were being witty and entertaining with your unoriginal idea of comedic sarcasm?” Her teeth gritted together once more. At this point Link Slicer’s was at her wills end in attempts to hold back any outward signs of aggression. Her piercing gaze locked onto her opponent once more.

Perhaps she was being a bit harsh, but that was how she was. Others were starting to remember the lives they once had, but Link Slicer was different. Her memories were completely gone. That was one of the reasons she insisted on being called by her username. It was almost as if the game wanted her to be unable to distinguish reality from virtual reality, and she accepted that. Link Slicer was Link Slicer. The only world that mattered was this one. She didn’t even know what she was like outside. It was all making it up as she went, and that made up personality was… Well this.

Giving the yellow blood stained scarf a quick fix, Xero placed his hand back on the sword quickly as Link gave a tilt of her head and her eyes flashed a vibrant green. It took him aback, and then her loud words and the roar of the crowd made him even more angry. She was being very arrogant, looking down on him and everyone else around her as if they were some sort of vermin. He at least was a decent enough person to treat others with some degree of respect but she was a total nut case. Xero grit his teeth together and flicked his eyes around to look for something, anything, to tame the crowd. “I mean… If you say I am not confident in my abilities… That is fine but you really do only scratch skin deep don’t you? How shallow of the princess of the Dunes.” He nearly spat his words like venom at her. How dare she belittle me, look down on me. Obviously she has no idea who the hell she is speaking to.

Xero’s right hand sparked as thoughts whizzed around his mind. The loud crackling of electricity popped in the dry air and the sparks got longer and longer the more frustrated he became. Knowing he wouldn’t walk away unscathed or let alone walk away at all had him irritated, the prospect of dying was not one high on his list of things to do hence the precautions he took in his daily life. Link Slicer..he had a 50-50 chance of winning, or that’s what he told himself. He saw himself in the top tier of people and yet the small nagging in the back of his mind was driving him mad with it’s negative thoughts. Lost in his own mind his joints pulled tighter as if he was about to dash, the sparks that wrapped around his arm whirled and zapped loudly. It was a mere warning to her, that he was not one to be looked over. The loud crowd became like white noise to Xero now, it all blurred into cheers and gasps and random words he decided were no longer important. All he could focus on was the smug grin on the bored girl's face plastered in front of him. “Link… I feel no desire to fight you or anyone else. A simple no would have worked but you went and escalated it to a full blown brawl. You will be hurt, I will be hurt and so will those around us. I refuse to make a first move, but I expect to make the last one.” His voice was kept steady as he spoke, his eyes still scanned the area and his opponent. Xero knew the entire layout of the city and saw no issue if things looked rough, but his stubborn pride he clung to would have him fight to near death before he attempted to run.

“Oh Xero. I scratch more than skin deep. I can do much more than that…” A growl escaped her throat as Xero slowly got deeper and deeper rooted under her skin. He was actually managing to evoke a reaction from her at this point, but the anger seemed to melt into an utter focus as Xero started some sort of spell. He had said he was an electric mage, so she could assume he wasn’t too versatile, but with players, you never know. Link Slicer was the Giant Slayer. She wasn’t a Player Killer. It was a close kept secret that protected her dignity. She had fought a great number of players out in the Dunes. Bandits, looters, insane wanderers, she had seen them all, but she had never had the heart to kill someone. Everyone thought Link Slicer an invincible force of destruction, and even she saw herself that way, but she couldn’t kill someone.

It appeared Xero and Link Slicer weren’t the only ones expecting blood to be drawn. A ravenous crowd was nearly surrounding the pair in a circle of intent onlookers. Link Slicer could only imagine the small chance she lost, Xero wouldn’t show any remorse, but when Link Slicer succeeded, she didn’t know what she would do. Xero’s electricity intensified, and Link Slicer had to react. Her eyes narrowed into an expression somewhere between a bored, and inattentive look and a razor sharp focus. No one truly knew what went on in the mind of the Giant Slayer during a fight, but whatever it was, it was all different in these sorts of fights.

“Oh… It won’t be a fight, Xero…” Link Slicer lowered her gaze. Those piercing green eyes of her burning brightly with an intense glow were joined by a pestilential black smoke constantly streaming from her mouth. It was like she was a personification of Death himself. It was obvious now. She was no normal mage. She was something different, something frightening. Certain learned crowd members backed away with fear in her eyes. Death followed her and she accepted that fate. Link Slicer accepted her spot at the side of the Reaper’s scythe. She was a necromancer…

Carefully, and with that same bored expression, Link Slicer took a step forward, then another, then another… Slowly she neared Xero with a pale look of no remorse. As Link Slicer’s gaze trailed leisurely to Xero’s fist, now crackling with electricity, she clenched a fist of her own. She clenched it so tight that her grip started to turn her hand white due to the blood draining. It wasn’t long after that the same black smoke started to swirl around her fist. She locked eyes with her target, taking a light breath which was evident due to the waver in the smoke that constantly rose from her throat. She was about to say something, but her eyes trailed off for a moment. She was offput by something. The growing black aura around her fist remained stagnant for a long pause.

Xero hissed at her. He was getting sick of all this petty name calling, both of them were being utterly childish and yet he was still playing into her silly little game. Or perhaps it was all unintentional, Xero had no real way of knowing. Her face was nearly impossible to read making him all the more agitated. She ventured closer to him and a sudden feeling of impending doom set in his stomach. The black smoke snaked out of her mouth and it sent chills down his spine. He refused to waver, standing his ground against Link, though his mouth gushed with blood from him nervously gnawing on his lip. He felt accomplished that he was able to evoke some sort of reaction from her despite it wasn’t necessarily shown on her face. Through her actions and her hostile words, she was losing her cool. But at this point couldn’t really tell if that was a win for him or a loss.

He couldn’t help but to laugh at her, taking a half step back. “My superiors? Rich.” She only got closer to him causing a sweat to break out, she was as silent as the night. A true queen of the night. He was ready to go in for the strike, as was she. The roars of the crowd who had assembled expected there to be some sort of bloodshed and since things had settled as a whole everyone was extra excited to see the brawl of the year.

Slowly things began to unwrap around Link Slicer, her aura got darker, things around her felt colder. It was surreal feeling, enough to make his stomach flip and his palms get cold. Her power was no joke though, Xero had no idea what exactly Link’s powers were but he felt as if he was coming face to face with the grim reaper them self. Though Xero couldn’t let her scare him, he was not one to be intimidated by anyone

There was a moment of silence. The crowd didn’t know what was going on. The two were ready to battle, but suddenly Link Slicer had stopped. It wasn’t until they heard the scream that they realized something was wrong. Suddenly, the entire crowd directed their eyes towards the source: the spot Link Slicer had already been looking. There was a distinct tearing of flesh as one of those dreaded, diseased looking humanoid figures came into view, beginning to shred his way into an unsuspecting bystander. It was a Nekrolyte. You would think a player that evaded death was lucky, but Nekrolytes were anything but lucky. Infected by some sort of plague, Nekrolytes were blighted shells of former players. They were insane, disgusting creatures of death and decay, and they wanted nothing then to bring those things to every player around them, and Link Slicer was closer to these beasts then all other players she had met.

The crowd scattered. Screams and hysteric panic pierced the ears of those around. A ringing of nearby sirens signaled an attack of nearby Nekrolytes. Link Slicer’s reaction was nigh instantaneous. With all the cries for help, it was obvious what she needed to do, but she didn’t. Light bent her form into a fading image as she speedily shot to the side. It was only a few seconds before Link Slicer disappeared into the crowd. One of the heroes was gone, and that only incited more panic.

Just as he was about to push back, go in and end it with one swoop, the terrified shrieks of pedestrians turned everyone’s attention. What came barrelling through was that of nightmares, the grotesque monsters that, like necromancers, enjoyed playing with the empty shells of former players. Nekrolyte, that was the name they were given and they were horrible beasts that most people here hadn’t a lick of experience with. He didn’t deal with them all that often himself and rarely saw them. When he did they were wanderers, alone or in small packs that he dealt with usually swiftly. This time there were dozens, if not more. The crowd scattered as the all too familiar stench of blood dowsed the air, no one bothered to fight. The concentration he had on Link was broken as they swarmed around the town. Since they were humanoid in appearance it was hard to tell who was who at this point, all Xero really knew was that he had to get as many of the Nekrolytes as he could and salvage some lives if possible. Turning towards Link he expected the girl to be standing there with him, but she was gone. Just like the rest of the cowards, but now was no time to be shocked or irritated.

Xero drew his sword, shouting commands at those who were in his way. “If you value your life you will get out of my way! I am not afraid to kill a few innocent people for the sake of the majority, find shelter and try to protect yourself!” His voice boomed like thunder over the ever crying crowd. Though most were in too much hysteria to even register his words, they still listened and ran far and fast. It was useless to rely on Link, she was no longer in sight leaving Xero to do the rest. Surrounded from all sides, Xero had not a moment of hesitation to slash his way through the bodies of the Nekrolyte as if they weren’t even there. The air crackled and heated up, forming the same electric bolts as before now wrapped around the falcata and up to his shoulder. Swiftly he knocked a few back, and swung his sword causing a bolt of lighting to erupt from the blade. They came in from all sides, swinging their claws at him. His agility and acrobatics could only last him so long before they started to make contact. A snap of his fingers let him petrify them in a small radius around him and cut them down, yet there was no end to them all. Xero let out an exasperated sigh, his magic was harder to control than any other basic elemental type and could only be kept up only so long. Switching back to his melee, he tore through as many as he could with his short ranged sword and the thunderbolts it let out. Behind him he felt a bump causing him to whip around and nearly knock whoever it was out.

Xero appeared to be the only one remaining and fighting the Nekrolytes, and it was rather impressive what he could do, but that didn’t stop sheer numbers from giving a great advantage to the side of the undead. Left, right, center, and behind. Nekrolytes charged forth from every side, slicing and slashing with those claw-like growths upon their warped hands. It was no doubt too much for Xero to handle. Strikes and slashes became overwhelming, until that familiar warp sound returned.

Light bent once more in the darkness as Link Slicer came back into view, slamming her hand into the chest of the Nekrolyte just as he went to strike Xero. The force of that black smoke was finally revealed as the Nekrolyte was sent back with great force, a hole now evident in its chest. With a forearm block, she deflected a wide strike from her other side, truly showing her dextrous prowess. Quickly dropping to hold herself low, Link Slicer swept the legs of her new attacker before spinning upwards with a back-kick to the side. With both her opponents temporarily staggered, she gently backed up slightly, knocking into Xero and causing her to go off balance. She was used to fighting alone.

To his utter surprise it was none other than Link Slicer. The legend he had quickly named a coward for running away in the first place. Though the battle field was hardly the place to be petty, but it did give him a surge of confidence. That was until her arm was slashed and he felt his heart hit the floor, but of course she was more than able to hold her own.

Link Slicer let out a yelp. The distraction of her staggering allowed one of the zombie-like beasts to slash its claws across her arm. A small splash of blood splattered across her. With another flash step of speed, Link Slicer skidded backwards, essentially trading sides with Xero and leaving both of their backs exposed. “Sanguine Urente!” She let out under her breath. As she deflected another blow with her good arm, the blood dripping from her arm started to dull into a deep black color, taking on the consistency of a thick and sticky molasses. It seemed to stop any sort of bleeding. Another Nekrolyte gave charge, but this time, Link Slicer was ready. With a wide sweep of her hands, the charge of black energy in her palm completely released itself, forming into the shape of a scythe glowing with dark green and black energies. It cleaved forward with Link Slicer’s ceaseless motion, effectively separating the torso of the Nekrolyte from its legs. It fell to the ground, and in a continuous, almost dance-like motion, Link Slicer brought a kick to the chest of her other attacker. It was soon sent onto its back, and with a swift slam of Link Slicer’s weapon down upon its chest, it uttered its last baleful moan. Heavy was Link Slicer’s breath as the scythe fell from her hands. She was slightly hunched and winded due to the exertion both physically and mana-wise that she had just forced forward. Her eyes shot to Xero, scanning to see if he had managed to take the enemies he had been left with. No words were spoken. It was simply a silent look with the faintest hint of concern.

Going back to his own battle, Xero put an unspoken trust in Link to cover him and he would her. The remaining Nekrolytes merely groaned, it sent chills down his spine thinking if he hadn’t kept his sanity or had died in the Dunes he would be within these masses. But a cocky smile slid onto his face, a bad habit of his while fighting, and he bounced on his feet “I see you want to dance with the devil rather than fight the reaper. I don’t know if that is a good or bad choice on your part though.” Speaking to creatures that couldn’t understand him might’ve been futile but he still found it fun either way. Bouncing around on light feet, he weaved between oncoming Nekrolytes fearlessly slashing the falcata that was charged with electric energy once more. In his recklessness, one found their way right next to him and hit him back with it’s large, decaying hand. Landing with a thud, he placed a hand on the back of his neck giving a small laugh, “Whoopsies.. I played around too much. I can’t be relied on like that.” Shrugging it off, he got up he switched his sword from his left hand to his right hand and with that small gesture both arms were both coated in a protective layer of electricity shocking those who came too close. “Tenebris ictus fulmine” Each bolt of lightning turned black in colour, becoming longer and longer with every crackle when the words left his mouth. The silver blade dyed black as he held it up like an antenna, the air became charged within the radius causing any slight movement to shock whatever was moving. This had no effect on Xero and with one fowl swing the charged black bolts expelled from the blade crisping up all those who touched it.

The world was spinning, Xero stumbled around exhausted. He was tired of running around so a heavier move had to be used, yet with all the stuff he pulled earlier he was nearly knocked out. Yet, the Nekrolytes were finished, at least for now. Falling to his knees, he lay face down on the ground just giving up a thumbs up to Link Slicer. Though he could hardly muster up the energy to do that, his lack of stamina was going to damn him one day and he knew it. From what he could tell, she had finished her side and did a damn good job at it making him almost regret the internally rude comments he had made earlier. Almost. Things were still spinning around him, his vision fading in and out before he spoke “Gotta spare pair of batteries for this dying energizer bunny? Or water. Water works too.” He grinned, attempting to sit up and could only roll on his back letting out heavy breaths.

The environment around her brought a solemn look to the face of Link Slicer as she came to her senses. She averted her gaze from Xero, looking directly down to in turn avoid viewing the corpses that were scattered between the two. The scent of blood, death, and decay had become all too familiar in the young girl’s life. What she did was an unholy thing, and she realized. That was the reason she often avoided not only hiding her skill from public eye, but avoided even wielding her greatest asset. It always was a dangerous game playing with the life and death, but it was her role. It was an ability she disdained, but it was the ability that she would use to bring this world to its knees, real or fake. Ethics didn’t matter in the end, but what scared her was the in between.

He really did try to play the hero… It was an odd prospect to Link as she watched Xero for a moment before either of them spoke. She had always held an ‘Every Man for Himself’ mentality. She had seen slaughter in the Dunes and merely stood by, allowing others to fend for themselves, but witnessing death is something not even a necromancer gets used to. At least, Link Slicer never intended to get used to it. She gave a shake of her head, coming to her senses and peering up at Xero. Truly, he fought better than she expected. He was efficient, deadly, and… Showy. The latter wasn’t as much an admirable trait as the first two to Link Slicer, of course, but Xero was a true fighter. It was a rare occurrence to see bravery and valor in this world. There were always the odd men out, and Link had no intention of changing her opinion on the world around her, though.

Watching her former adversary fall to his knees and lay upon the ground seemed to strike something in Link Slicer as well, causing any sort of battle adrenaline to fade into a fatigue. She wasn’t so weak as not to stand, but she was tightly grasping the wound upon her left arm, now covered in a slightly black, oozing substance. The arm tremored slightly as Link Slicer peered down at it with slightly wide eyes. Clenching a fist, she simply allowed the arm to fall to her side. The black substance seemed to cease any blood loss, and pain was manageable… Probably. As Xero spoke, her gaze met his. He had basically collapsed, but it seemed he was finally recovering, or at least attempting to. Link Slicer glanced back and forth, looking for the sled that held her possessions. Gone. She wasn’t surprised, and she tried not to be mad. It wasn’t a very successful attempt. She let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t unlikely that Razor nabbed it while everyone was distracted, but she didn’t have any proof to confront him.

“It doesn’t seem like I have much at the moment.” Link Slicer showed a slight grimace as she peered back and forth. She stood completely upright, rather obviously not knowing to go assist Xero. It wasn’t something that came natural to her to go and help a fatigued or wounded comrade.

It was only a for a few minutes that he got to rest, before the smell of decay and the gurgles of the Nekrolyte came into their senses. Xero, at this point, had a bit of energy back in his body and was able to fully get up and look at Link “I don’t care if you don’t like me or whatever but if you want to hide out for a night I know this whole entire city inside and out. There are places that these guys can’t get to. I would suggest you follow me if you are interested in my offer. It’s a place I have been hiding out for a few weeks now and no one seems to know about it plus it’s hard to get to. It has a small amount of supplies to last us at least until tomorrow. It’s either that or you can go back into the Dunes injured and exhausted.” Giving a small shrug of his shoulders, Xero fixed himself up, putting his hair back into the ratty rubber-band and went to take off to the alley ways his sword in hand to slash at anyone who jumped him, Nekrolyte or not. He knew damn well that anyone who wanted him gone had a perfect chance to get him with the chaos going on. Yet he left indications for Link in the off chance she took him up on his offer. The fact she saved his ass was more than enough to offer his ‘home’ until they were well rested.

Not a chance, she thought, but as her eyes flicked up and down the now desolate streets, she could faintly hear the screams of attacks and the baleful moans of Nekrolytes. She wouldn’t even make it out of Ergasia without running into another dozen decaying monsters. A short groan escaped her lips. It was rather quiet as if she was attempting to withhold her reluctance from Xero, but either way, Link Slicer gave him a silent but meaningful nod. She was silent for the entire journey the two took, spending the time simply listening to the sounds of Ergasia. Everything seemed almost mesmerizing to her. After all, Link Slicer had only come into town for short days at a time to go to markets, and even then, if she could manage to make transactions outside of the megapolis, she would. There was a good distance between the two during their travels. It was just Link Slicer’s nature to hang back a ways and avoid close contact with others.It was a bit comforting to watch and realize that Xero too was on edge from the Nekrolyte attack. He was readied every time the pair rounded a corner or heard a sound.

He was almost to the hideout before he was stopped in his tracks by only two people. It was less than usual and they were scared out of their wits, their fear is what drove this blasphemous world. Their fear blinded them from all rational thought, and Xero merely took pity upon them. It was what got his dear friend killed, that stupid thinking that if they take out the hot shots everything will fall into place. Xero would take hundreds of beasts who were programmed to kill than scared kids and adults who were dowsed with fear. Clenching his fists with anger, recalling the scene and his dear friend hitting the sandy ground with their blood streaming, soiling the very grounds they had trained at the previous day. All Xero could shake his head, not even processing the words that were being spoken to him. They made him angry, everyone made him angry with their fears and how they dealt with it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t scared, how couldn’t someone be scared in a situation like this and everyone and thing wanting you dead? No he just wasn’t going to take his fears out on others, he wasn’t a monster who killed others needlessly… Or so he told himself. Lost in his thoughts, the men approached him and slashed. No, Xero was convinced he killed because he was only protecting himself. Not out of fear, but because of his will to live… Once again, that was what he told himself anyway. Xero dodged the man’s sloppy slash and brought his arm up to cut the man easily across his torso. “Heathens.. You disgust me. Your cowardice is all the same. None of you could protect yourselves if you tried.. When the Nekrolyte or anything else come to get you, do not call my name to save you.” Xero kicked the man down and grinded his boot into the cut on his stomach. No, Xero convinced himself he didn’t do it out of fear or anger it was all to live. Though the rage in his stomach and that flowed through his veins was more real than the comforting thoughts that he told himself daily. He was no necromancer, toying with the dead, but he was not against teaching the living a lesson if he felt they needed to taught one. Xero swung his foot up into the man’s mouth, giving a small laugh as his acquaintance watched in horror. “This game of tag has gone on long enough, when will you learn?” Before he left the scene, he shoved the other man into a crumbling building whispering close to him “Leave me alone and you idiots will have a better chance of living longer.”

Xero had finally made his way up the wall and lay sprawled out on the floor, rubbing his tired eyes. That anger he felt subsided, making him come to terms with what he had done. Which..he didn’t really know what he just did but he did it and it was not a good thing to do. It was excessive to put his boot into a dying person's wound and he knew that well. Lifting up his leg he looked at the blood smeared boot, the tip wet with fresh blood, his face softening with regret. “Dammit, why did I do that? I really hope…” His voice trailed off not finishing the thought.

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