ANGST WARNING: This is a sorta-AU set during the last chapter. I’ve seen a lot of fics with Liam being incredibly gracious when he finds out about Drake and MC (I’ve written them myself), but he’s only human and I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him. Honestly, I’m slightly terrified for the next chapters.
36 - “Tell me I’m wrong.”
43 - “Are you drunk?”
Special thanks to @blazerina for encouraging me to get this finished! :)
Late at night, the grounds of House Beaumont are quiet and dark. Liam takes advantage of the peace to walk through the vineyards alone with his thoughts. He can scarcely believe that soon he’s going to have to choose a bride, a wife…a queen. His thoughts drift from suitor to suitor but always return to Louisa. Is she up to the challenge of being queen? He believes she can do anything, but he’s acutely aware of the trials this life brings. Leo’s mother abandoned her husband and child, breaking under the pressure. Does he have any right to ask Louisa to take on a life like this? Can he choose someone he loves but who is inexperienced and potentially unprepared for the duties of the crown? Or should he choose someone more “appropriate” who understands this world, but will only ever be a partner and never truly someone he loves?
Liam sighs as the answers to his questions escape him. He keeps walking the grounds, lost in his thoughts. It’s only as he approaches the house that the sound of hushed voices interrupts his reverie.
“We can’t meet like this again. I have to tell him.”
Drake? Liam steps quietly toward the open window that his friend’s voice drifts out from.
Liam starts as he recognizes Louisa’s voice. A sinking feeling begins tugging at his heart. He leans over slightly and peeks in the window and through the sheer curtains that are waving gently in the cool breeze, he sees them.
Drake and Louisa are lying on the bed together. They’re fully clothed but that doesn’t diminish the intimacy between them. Drake holds Louise close to his side. One of his hands absently runs through her hair while the other hand rests on her waist, his thumb making lazy circles on the strip of exposed skin at the bottom edge of her t-shirt. Their legs are tangled together and Louisa’s fingers drift over Drake’s chest and neck, as though she can’t stop touching him.
Liam rears backward, their betrayal hitting him like a freight train. No.
“I want you, Louisa.” Drake’s words are dagger in Liam’s heart, but still he can’t seem to look away.
“I think…I think I’m falling in love with you” Drake continues in a soft voice, his grip on Louisa’s waist tightening as he pulls her even closer, “and I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened tonight, but we have to tell Liam before anything else happens.”
“You’re right,” Louisa sighs, “You’re right and I think I’m falling for you too, Drake.” She looks up at him with such incredibly affection that Liam has to bite his lip from crying out. Neither Drake nor Louisa move from their lover’s embrace and after a moment Louisa’s hand comes up and she runs a finger along Drake’s lower lip. Liam watches as Drake bites her finger gently before ducking his head and capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.
Liam stumbles away from the window. No. No. God, no. How can they do this? He wanders into the house, not really seeing where’s he’s going. He ends up in the Beaumont library. Numb as he is, his mind remembers this place and where Bertrand keeps the good whiskey.
Not even bothering to turn on the light, Liam cross the moonlit room and pulls a bottle out of the globe-shaped bar cart. He pours himself a finger of whiskey with a shaking hand. He swallows it down in one go and pours another. Even as he slings it back, he’s sure not even the strongest drink in the world will be able to erase the image of Louisa wrapped around Drake and kissing him with such love and tenderness or the sound of Drake telling Louisa he’s falling in love with her. How could they?
Ditching the glass, Liam takes the whiskey bottle by the neck and stumbles over to a chair in a darkened corner of the library. He feels sick, his stomach churning like a stormy sea. His best friend and the girl he loves. How could they? The thought reverberates in his mind again and again. Taking a swig from the bottle, Liam suddenly hears someone whistling softly from outside the library doors. The tune is an old jazz standard and the lyrics swirl through Liam’s mind as the whistling gets closer.
My yesterday was blue, dear Today I’m a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine
A moment later, Drake appears in the doorway. In the dim light, Liam can make out a contented smile on his (former?) best friend’s face. The happiness radiating from Drake changes the sick feeling in Liam’s stomach into a ball of burning anger. He watches as Drake, still whistling, searches through the bottles. He’s happy. He and Louisa have ruined my life and he’s happy.
“You’re too late,” Liam says bitterly, swigging once again from the bottle.
Drake jumps, startled, “Jesus, Liam! What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”
“Drinking to forget something that cannot be forgotten.”
“Oh, god. Are you drunk, Liam?” Drake asks, stepping closer to him. “You always get weirdly poetic when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. Not yet. But my god, I wish I was,” Liam seethes.
Drake squints at him in the dark, “What’s going on, Liam?”
“You and Louisa,” Liam accuses, his voice low and angry.
“What?” Drake’s eyes widen. “What about me and Louisa?”
“What do you think, Drake? I saw you. I saw the two of you…together.” That sick feeling is back and Liam swallows hard against the bile rising in his throat.
“I…I don’t…” Drake hedges, avoiding Liam’s gaze.
“Tell me I’m wrong. Please, tell me I’m wrong,” Liam begs, desperate for Drake to tell him that this all some sort of nightmare.
“Liam…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Drake murmurs, guilt and pain written across his face. Liam’s eyes slide shut. The whiskey in his stomach threatens to come back up. How could they?
“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Liam.”
Liam opens his eyes to see Drake standing before him. He looks utterly broken, staring at the floor, a glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. But suddenly, Liam feels no compassion for the man before him, the man he once considered a brother. A cold feeling steals over Liam’s heart as he comes to his feet unsteadily.
“I need you to leave, Drake.”
Drake’s eyes fly up to meet Liam’s. “Liam, no. Please don’t.”
“I need you to leave. You and Louisa both. I can’t handle this right now. I have a decision to make and your betrayal…” he lets the word linger between them, watches Drake flinch visibly at it, “has made my life infinitely more difficult.”
“Liam, we didn’t…”
“You didn’t mean to hurt me? You did. Your intentions are irrelevant. I may be able to forgive you…one day, but right now you need to go.”
Liam steps around Drake and walks out the door wondering where he’s supposed to go from here.
Besides Evie you’re the only other person he can open up to emotionally. You can tell each other anything and most of the time words don’t even need to be spoken, he can instantly tell how you’re feeling the moment you walk into the room. This man speaks the language of gesture okay he doesn’t even need to look at you to tell something is wrong
Despite Jacob totally loving having his independence he is super needy in the attention department and is constantly craving your attention like the adorable puppy he is
This is mainly due to the man having the biggest yearning for emotional intimacy considering you’re practically the first person to ever truly give it to him, legit he’s been deprived of being emotionally acknowledged his entire life so Jacob has no idea what to do when it finally happens to him (other than being beyond grateful that you love him and wondering how in the hell he got so lucky)
You have to remind him to worry about himself sometimes with how much he puts your needs above his own considering he’s so afraid of losing you and just wants you to be happy and how much he’s constantly worrying over you and totally forgetting about himself
You will always win against him at chess. Always. And most card games. Jacob will also deny this fact and continuously try to beat you at said games
No surprise here that he’s a total gentleman. He knows his etiquette and he’s got class anD MANNERS 10/10 would recommend complete boyfriend husband material show him to your parents right now
He can no longer sleep without you and he wonders how he ever was able to fall asleep in the first place without the comforting feeling of hugging you to his chest like wow you basically became his teddy bear good luck getting up in the middle of the night to go pee
Having deep conversations while you sit in his lap and play with his hair while he tickles the skin of your arm (◡‿◡✿)
Playing with the orphans together and watching how great Jacob is with all the children, especially the super young ones as they totally follow him around everywhere and he occasionally ends up totally carrying like three at once with three more holding onto the tails of his coat
Said children totally mistaking you and Jacob as a married couple because even such innocence can see how in love you two dorks totally are
He gets jealous super easily. Despite showing you off to his rooks every chance he can get he never fails to make sure he’s hovering around you and has his hand at your hip pulling you in close to him every single chance he can get to show that you’re his along with all the hickies on your neck
For all you bookworms out there this man is your Heathcliff okay get ready to experience a once in a lifetime kind of love for he will never let you go and you will never find anything as intense I can promise you that
This man just wants a family so bad with you oH mY GOd
Can you imagine? Dorian and Sam sitting together discussing all the crazy things Aelin has got them into like, almost as if it was a competition. The two of them pulling pranks on Aelin. I honestly think they’d be like best friends and I would have seen my two perfect cinnamon rolls together and it would have been amazing